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Post by Tobias Lysand on Feb 6, 2011 2:27:11 GMT -5
"Goodbye Banez... We will meet again." Lysand turned away before slipping into the passageway. He took a moment to catch his bearings before he began to run. He had to survive! He had to survive for Banez!
For a time, the passage began to slope down, but soon it sloped up again and he found himself at the end. He climbed up a ladder and pushed a tile off, finding himself in the church's rectory.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Feb 6, 2011 2:29:36 GMT -5
Seriah's sword moved with a speed that was unmistakably inhuman, singing through the air one moment, and wedged between pieces of armor at the second guard's torso the next. Ahh, somehow finally taking blood himself on the castle grounds was very, very satisfying.
Pick Axe chased Seriah and Ashemir into the hall, Barehands and Longsword quickly following to leave Corsage and Square-face to each other and their books.
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Post by Father Arzen on Feb 6, 2011 10:17:58 GMT -5
Lysand would not be alone when he popped up in the rectory. Arzen looked up from prayer as he watched the advisor climb out of he sudden hole in the ground. He didn't move for a moment as the realization finally hit him. It was time then. He crossed himself before standing. He moved forward, putting a hand on Lysand's shoulder. "God speed out of the city, advisor. May the Lord be with you."
With that, he dropped into the hole behind him, practically hitting the ground running. "Father please give me the power I need to vanquish this evil and keep your children safe." He crossed himself again as he continued his run through the passage, hoping that he could stop the tides of evil that were trying to drown them all.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 6, 2011 16:15:54 GMT -5
The guard staggered back into the wall when Seriah's sword sunk into his stomach. He drew his sword shakily, jabbing to pierce the warlord's stomach in return.
The second guard issued a startled gurgle of blood, falling back against the wall and crumpling onto the floor. Ashemir stepped back, his gaze traveling to the T intersection in the hall ahead of them in case more guards showed up.
The next time the vampires would see Corsage and Square-face, Square-face's severed head would be across the room with a trail of blood, while Corsage would be holding Purple Dress and mourning.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Feb 7, 2011 21:57:58 GMT -5
Banez gathered himself for the fighting ahead, only for a guard to rush in.
"Captain Gladpath! A woman calling herself Aria Talei wishes to see you!"
Ambassador Talei! Was it possible that the wereanimals had finally rallied? Maybe they really were saved. "Where is she?"
"Outside the castle gates."
WHAT? "Bring her inside! And hurry! I can't waste time bouncing back between the castle gates; I have to get Prince Lorin out!" Banez shouted, momentarily aggravated by his guards' painful methodical approach in this critical time.
The guard dashed out of Banez' sight after his outburst. The captain felt a bit guilty, but he had a duty to uphold. He hurried out of the meeting hall with light clatters of armor, hoping that Lorin was at least hiding somewhere safe for now.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Feb 7, 2011 22:18:08 GMT -5
Seriah twisted away, drawing his blade free in the same gesture as he narrowly avoided the guards blade biting into his torso. Muttering something unpleasant under his breath, he swiped the blade across the guards throat, hoping to quickly end him.
If that wasn't enough, Pick Axe had slipped in close, and abruptly slammed the end of the pick against the side of the guard's head, irregardless of if the man wore a helmet.
~~~~ Meanwhile, vampire group B had spread out. One of which, a sleek male vampire with past shoulder length straight black hair, and carrying a medium sized metal shield without any additional weaponry was stalking down the hall. The shield was already splattered with blood, suggesting he wasn't necessarily using it in a conventional way. Shield peered around the hall, his dark gaze falling upon one he recognized. "Captain." He called sweetly, apparently pleased with his discovery.
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Post by Father Arzen on Feb 7, 2011 22:46:20 GMT -5
Arzen shoved the slab aside, skidding out into the castle halls. He closed it behind him before straightening and looking around for a moment. "Father please, lend me strength." He made a motion with his hands, creating a small stream of water, which he grasped the end of, holding it like a whip. "Father, I call upon you to make this gift of mine holy so that I may better protect your children." He made the sign of the cross over his own water, staring into it for a moment before his hand rose to his neck, lifting his cross, which he pressed his lips to.
He then took off running. Where were the guards? Shouldn't they be scrambling by now? Father Arzen heard a sickening thud up ahead, and his pace slowed as he hesitated next to a corner. That sound... It was followed by the sound of a weapon clattering to the ground, and the metallic tang of blood filled his nostrils. He drew a quick breath before turning a corner to see what was ahead.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 9, 2011 3:01:44 GMT -5
The guard clutched his throat, as though trying to hold the blood in. The pick axe went through his helmet, partially into the side of his head. Falling to his knees, he started to reach out before curling up on the floor in a pool of his blood.
Ashemir shifted slightly at the thick smell of blood, looking down the hall again to where it split to the left or right. Sparing the group an unnecessary question, he waited for Seriah's decision.
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Feb 9, 2011 18:28:39 GMT -5
Lorin sat at his desk with his head in his hands. What were they supposed to do? Just sit here, twiddling their thumbs until the vampires threw the first strike, apparently.
"Your highness..."
The prince looked back to the door, where the guard with shaggy blonde hair stood.
"The vampires... they're in the castle," the guard continued. "But the city itself seems to be quiet."
Lorin stared at the guard for a long time. How was that even possible? Unless they sneaked in through a passageway. Hadn't Draven done the same thing? Oh God.... How were they supposed to escape? Lorin stood up abruptly from his desk, but then just stayed there, not sure what to do.
"Your highness, please come with me. The other guards won't hold them off for long."
"...Right."
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Post by Aria Talei on Feb 9, 2011 18:50:19 GMT -5
"Situation?"
Whatever feeling of dread the Werecat had had before was nothing to that now; fearful flurries in her stomach, she squeezed in past the guard and was immediately assailed by the sickening stench of Vampire.
"Ah...." Aria crinkled her nose, looking around. The entryway was mostly deserted, but her keen ears could pick up the sounds of violence somewhere nearby. Without waiting for directions from the guard, she shifted and took off down a random hallway, only faintly familiar with the structure's layout.
The tigress had rounded a corner, her paws sliding on the stone, when an awful realization struck her- Chey was here. She had brought her leader into the city where Vampires had seemingly organized an attack. Silently praying that she did not leave the relative safety of the Inn, and despising herself for not making sure her Chief got out of the city, Aria pressed on, taking a small flight of stairs and coming face to face at a small group of Vampires.
Baring her teeth, she lunged at the nearest, letting loose a roar she hoped would unsettle the others.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Feb 13, 2011 23:30:35 GMT -5
Banez turned on his heel to the call, narrowing his eyes at the sight of Shield and his bloody 'weapon'. "Surrender now or perish!" the captain barked, clutching the handles on his shield and arming sword. Not that the vampire's choice mattered, since both options led to the same consequence. But one was quicker, and Banez didn't have the time to fight a vampire right now!
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Feb 22, 2011 22:56:03 GMT -5
Seriah watched the guard drop for a moment, all to aware of the increasingly thick copper scent of blood. Adjusting his grip on his sword, he looked down either passage, before picking the left one.
Pick Axe slid his fingers over the bloodied weapon, before sticking his fingers in his mouth and moving to follow. War with snacks, yum.
The others followed.
~~~~~~~~~~
Father Arzen turned the corner to find a slender female vampire kneeling over a young noble woman with a now bloodied gold locket around her neck. Locket spasmed underneath the vampire, her body dying to join the immortal take over. The vampire slowly got to her feet, dark purple eyes lifting from her newly born fledgeling to Arzen. "Forgive me father, for I have sinned." She murmured, flicking the pair of iron fans open to display an Eastern design.
~~~~~~~~~
Aria spilled from the top of the stairs, nearly landing on top of a female vampire with pixie cut hair, who froze, mid pulling unwinding of dead guard's large intestine. Pixie's bloodied hands scrambled to redraw her long sword.
The male vampire that'd been mutilating the dead body with his friend was faster to react, swiping one of his duel daggers at Aria's face, in an attempt to force her back.
The third vampire was a freshly changed guard, who apparently hadn't been keen on dying with his partner. He looked utterly shell shocked, standing a few feet back from the others.
~~~~~~~~~
"You first, lover." Shield replied sweetly, tightening his grip on the shield. He lunged forward, aiming to body slam the Captain, with the shield as a buffer between them.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 22, 2011 23:00:59 GMT -5
(Blehh.... skiiiip.)
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Feb 22, 2011 23:01:51 GMT -5
(Skip me too. :c )
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Post by Father Arzen on Feb 22, 2011 23:16:37 GMT -5
Arzen slid his foot back into a casting position, raising his holy water whip. "Our God is a forgiving one," he replied quietly. "But only if you are truly repentant of your sins!" He spread his arms, the water splitting into two strands. "Repent!" One of the streams of holy water shot straight at her, almost as if it was a spear thrusting straight toward the heart. The other stream would be shot at the fledgling, trying to enter her mouth and force its way into her to burn her from the inside.
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