Rise of the undead

[Shadow of the Fallen]

OOC:... Wasn't there a "don't go kill a whole raid party by yourself" rule? Meh.. Nobody said I couldn't cause trouble using my influence over massive hoards of gaurdians... BAHAHAHA.. :shifty:

 

IC: Just as Volrath was about to breech the treeline and rejoin his vampire friends, he felt something around his leg. Looking down, he realised he was only too late, and with a grunt his feet were pulled from beneath him. Now prone and vulnerable, several guardians that had been working on the fringes of the camp and the larger one that had "killed" him earlier lept atop him and began to bind him. Each face was hard and angry, every one of the Gaurdians spitting on him at one point in time. Apparently, he had done a great disservice to them by killing their comrades.

 

One of the guardians spoke to the larger one while the others gagged Volrath and dragged him roughly to the middle of the camp. He was addressed as "Altarus," and you could tell they were speaking of the moving Vampires only a short distance away, yet still out of earshot. There was no fires in the camp, nor tents, only supplies dropped in the brush surrounding a small clearing in which several larger stashes of supplies had been camoflauged with branches and shrubs.

 

Without allowing you further chance to look around, the large guardian signaled the others with a wave of his hand. Two of the four behind you drew their male without a father swords while the other two removed the gag and made sure you were securely fastened down. They were undoubtedly good at making sure you would not be able to get assistance or get away...

 

Altarus stepped forward, the man who had spoken with him earlier only a step behind. In a stern voice, he addressed Volrath, "Tell me Vampire, where were you headed?"

[Dagger of Symachus]

OOC:I wasn't aware of the anti raid party killings, but ok, I suppose their should be negative rammifications for killing 20 Guardian NPCs.

 

IC:"Lucky for these Guardians I'm not in the best state with the vampires." Volrath thought to himself. The larger Guardian stepped forward,"Tell me vampire, where were you head?" he asked in a stern voice.

 

"We were heading to another underground city or Mt. Tatu." Volrath quickly replied. "Why am I terrifed?" he thought to himself, then realization shot through his body and he layed errect, remember this Guardian was the one who killed him in his dream.

 

"Why, don't you all ready have a vampire city?" the Guardian asked, impatient.

 

"Another vampire city, it got burned down by the humans. We left in fear of our city being destroyed. We also thought we might head to Mt. Tatu, your base it seems like. We thought you might be working in unison with the humans." Volrath quickly replied.

 

Volrath heard the Guardian mumbling, what sounded like "What now, Kin'sharion?" "Telepathic communication, eh? It would be a bit useful if we could do that." he thought to himself. "Luckily these Guardians seem to have a sense of honor. If they don't let me go, then at least they won't kill me unarmed. I just pray that the Guardian isn't as strong as he was in the dream." Volrath waited silently, wondering what would happen next.

[Shadow of the Fallen]

"Kill him," the gaurdian replied, walking away quickly.

 

OOC: Lucky for you, I'm joking.. Note that there is no need to speak the words when communicating telepathically, and even a shout as was called out by the two gaurdians on horses barely reached Mt. Tatu from the distance. As I remember, you were on the other side of the map and heading to another Vampire city. Also, your going to have to play your cards right to get out of this, and while I am reluctant to actually kill you, I'm sure it would be reasonable to.. *ahem* put you out of commision for a while. ;)

 

IC: "Liar!" The Gaurdian said in an angry whisper. The two that had drawn their blades brought them dangerously close to Volrath's unprotected neck. "Another false word from you and it will bring your end, I garentee it." He held up his haleberd menacingly, "now answer me, what are you scum doing out of your rat hole and where are you headed?! Speak!"

[ensis]

OOC: Shadow, Makura may be no challenge for you, but Elratha is MY character. Dagger, looks like you found some of Elratha's handiwork (the guardian katana).

 

Elratha and Makura docked on a smaller pier a few miles south of the main sea landing at Mt. Tatu. After unloading all of their gear onto a cart, they walked through a canyon area that met up with the main path after about five miles. They would be entering the southernmost gate of Mt. Tatu.

 

"Ah, it feels good to be back in the shadow of the great mountain Makura." Elratha spoke after some time in silence. "I have not been here in many years, but I feel we are on the verge of a massive war with the vampires. Our full force against theirs, a battle we haven't seen for ages!"

 

OOC: Gotta leave on short notice, I'll be back in a few hours (hopefully) to finish the post.

[Dagger of Symachus]

OOC: Challenge! Challenge! *Runs around room playfully*

 

IC:Volrath looked the Guardian in the eyes. "How about a trade? I tell you everything I know about the vampiric campaign and you can banish me to the Sea of Sands. A honest trade, to be broken would break your honor?" Volrath asked inquisitively. "I can survive the sea of sands, thought it would be a living hell." he thought to himself. He prayed the Guardian would agree to the trade.

[Shadow of the Fallen]

OOC: Meh... Him neither.

 

IC: No sooner had the words left Elratha then he felt more pour into his mind, Elratha, Makura, come quickly to my chambers.. I have need of news from the outside. The voice was clearly Kin'sharion's, full of pain and worry.

[MDRud216]

his feet dangling 4 feet from the bed of leaves on the ground and his back up against a tree the vampire screamed in agony.

"You saw the Gaurdians! how amny were there?!" Xiton yelled pushing the blade deeper through the vampire and into the tree where he was pinned.

"Many-" he screamed again as xiton made a sawing motion in his gut with the blade. "Volrath, he slaughtered them...." his fading voice trailed off again, "before he was bound, four gaurdians, at least." Xiton smiled, and removed the blade swiftly sending the bleeding vampire to the ground yelling in agony.

"that wasn't so bad, was it Hurod?" Xiton said to the cowering vampire. "next time you will come to me first, or the blade will be through your skull." Xiton turned away from his victim and hollered out to move on, "set rear gaurd, every gaurdian within 30 miles knows we are here!" and the vampires started off again, now at a tremendous pace through the trees.

 

ooc: yah twenty gaurdians, the idea was that 5 vampires could swarm and take out a gaurdian but I will allow it this time... also you seemed to forget that the gaurdians will have had the same armor you did hehe.

 

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A hideous form crept through through the night, its presence alone vanished all animals from its path as it journeyed. The cold was unbearable, and the air so thin it was unbreathable by mortal beings.It left no prints in the snow as it wound its way up into the highest areas of the mountains. Far behind and below it lay the Sea of Sands, its birth place. At last it came to a sheer cliff, a change from the steep climb he had maintained for weeks to get to this point. Effortlessly itplacede its claws into the ice and began to scale the vertical face.

 

At last, after months since setting out it had reached the highest peak of these mountains. It was still night but from his place atop the mountain he could see daylight beyond the horizon in any direction. To the far north easty he could see a colossal form, The largest mountain in the world... in any world. It rested in the center of Ghaldor's Desolation and was the majestic, terrifying creation of the vampiric gods that had scarred this once beutiful land. The records, kept within the great Mt. Tatu, told of that time before the desolation of Mormura and before the great destruction. But as it knew, not all things within that library were true...

 

Finished with his musings at the peak he casually knelt to his fours and with a great bound jumped from the peak, when his cold grip felt ice again he was running down a near vertical slope towards sea level. He could feel the air thickening and oxygen reentering his blood, he felt empowered as he descended.

[Shadow of the Fallen]

Altarus' ears pricked up at a sudden sound. He waved his hand in motion for silence and waited for the sound again. It came, a sudden cry of agony from the vampire Xiton was extracting information from. Quickly he turned back to the other gaurdians and the unanswering Volrath. He had to make a quick decision or this would be the end of them all..

 

It only took a moment to brood over the matter, and he came to the decision with ease. "Put a knife in him and toss him into the lake over yonder. Leave him bound," he ordered to two of the Gaurdians. The other two he gave a solid look but said nothing. Volrath could clearly see that he was communicating with them telepathically. After a short moment, they nodded and ran off to do as he had told them. Then he himself turned back to the camp and began selecting several items out of the supplies as Volrath was hauled away.

 

When the vampire was gone, Altarus finnaly had the moment to himself.. A moment to consider the best choice of attack. He would rather have his commanding officer about, but he had been slain by that foul creature's first wave of attacks. He had seen it move like lightning among his brethren, though he knew it was a one time thing. No vampire was ever ment to be that powerful.

 

He glanced once again at the map in his hand. The vampire hoard was between the four camps set up in the area, yet there was too many of them to take on in the darkness. The warriors of Mt. Tatu would strike at dawn, when the enemy had least expected it.. And they would have to rely on the protection of their robes against the scorching sun. If only the elders had decided to send reinforcements.. But how would they have known that all of Xiton would be on the move?

 

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Cold didn't best describe the water, it was frigid. Like a thousand pinpricks of broken glass stabbing into every corner of Volrath's body, he felt it. And yet it did not compare to the knife still lodged in his gut. They had thrown him in head first, dulling his senses as he hit the freezing waters, so now all the agony was dulled and muddled in his mind.. Slowly, things seemed as though they were slipping away as his body gradually numbed and succumbed to this watery grave. Things went black.

 

A moment later, Volrath found himself on the distant shore of the lake. Or it at least seemed only a moment. There was no telling how long he had been unconcious, but it was dark. It was possible that it was still the same night. He found his weapons and armor as intact as it had been when he was thrown off that rock and into the waters, but the knife had somewhere slipped into the cold abyss.

[Dagger of Symachus]

OOC:*Sigh* I really have to RP more.

 

IC:Volrath awoke on the beach. He looked down and saw a large, gapping hole in his gut. "That'll slow me down" he thought to himself. He stood up. As long as it wasn't too late, he could alert the vampires fully of at least one Guardian camps position. Hopefully that camp also had the location of the others, if there were any. Too bad he would have to go through at least one Guardian camp in order to get to his vampire camp. He would have to travel around the lake, for fear of being knocked unconscious (or even hypothermia). He quickly retrieved his weapons and armor and place them in their appropiate location. He began the long trek to the Guardian camp.

 

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After several hours of travelling, Volrath had finally reached the Guardian camp. He knew he would have to set a trap, somehow to lure away several of the Guardians, seeing how their numbers had increased. He silently ran into the Wilderness and grabbed the needed materials. He then started a fire, a quarter of a mile to the west of the camp. He then waited silently to see the Guardian's reactions.

 

OOC:Just made it go along with your post a little bit.

[Shadow of the Fallen]

OOC: Mistake #1, godplay. Nowhere in there did I have an opportunity to command my troops, and had I the opportunity, I would have done things differently.

 

Mistake #2, if you made note of how I described the camp, it was designed to be well hidden and easy to travel with. Welding equipment in cumbersome and heavy, not very well suited to quick travel. Therefore, there would not have been any weilding equipment about.. And so there was no "forest fire".

 

Mistake #3, (if you want I could go on for most of the night) those who follow Kin'sharion know a deep sense of honor toward vampires and they give them the most esteemed reward--a quick death. You are lucky that they are, as you say, "young and untrained"; if it was Kin'sharion in person, you would have been asked questions after you were dead.

 

Mistake #4, the lake was REALLY cold. If it knocked you out after only being submerged for a few moments, then you would not have survived the trip across.

 

I'm sure I could find a few more things if I tried, but all in all don't take it to harshly.. Just bringing some things to your attention... Now then, lets begin with the fire. And please treat combat with Altarus as PvP and the normal troops as semi-PvP. That means give them a chance to respond instead of simply stating what happens.

 

IC: The number of guardians had increased since last you saw them. Actually, it had more then doubled. There was just under a dozen gaurdians scattered about the camp area now, spread out and hidden in the brush and shrubs. Were it not for your keen vampiric eyes, they would have been invisible. You saw Altarus standing near where he had questioned you, acompanied by two other men, the shorter of which you recognized as his counsil from eariler. They seemed to be communicating telepathically about something because of their geastures, but you couldn't tell what.

 

Suddenly, they turned around toward the direction of the fire, watching as the smoke signal rose up into the sky. One of the men made a movement to go, but Altarus held him back.. He could feel that something was up, but you could tell that he couldn't quite get his finger on it... Then it clicked. Only one fire and it was in the wrong direction. The main vampire hoard was to the east a ways. It had to be a trap, no mistaking it.

 

Silently, they all began to move, gathering a little closer to Altarus but still spread out enough so they wouldn't be caught off guard...

 

Above you, the sudden sound of rustling forwarned you of death, and as you looked up, you could see the ominous black wraith of a Gaurdian and his gleaming male without a father sword as he dropped in on you from a low branch.

 

OOC: Now lets see what you do :!: