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Post by Seriah Desislov on May 8, 2011 21:49:53 GMT -5
Pickaxe and Bare Hands turned to see the guard captain reach the doorway, before he cried out. Bare Hands reacted first, reaching out to grab Banez by the wrist, and pull him into a restraining hold, hopefully before the other drew a weapon. Of course, the captain was well outnumbered, so it was in his best interest not to struggle.
Seriah turned reluctantly away from the kings corpse, to regard Banez. He paused for a moment, before guessing, “Ah, the guard captain, I believe?”
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Anna Lucia looked at the ground for a moment, as the priest apologized, before finally nodding to him. She pushed her hand over the wall, wiping away what of her name hadn't already dried to invisibility.
Purple Eyes stood, offering a hand to both Anna Lucia, and Arzen. "I will look after you any way I can. Both of you. Just because the world has changed, doesn't mean it's over." She hoped father Arzen would be safe... but all the warlord seemed to truly ask for was cooperation, if Arzen was as willing to cooperate as he seemed, surely that would be accepted.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on May 8, 2011 22:03:40 GMT -5
The guard captain? How wonderfully ironic. The dog could see his utter failure right before his eyes. Ashemir stayed off to the side, to let the warlord do the talking.
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Post by Father Arzen on May 8, 2011 22:11:06 GMT -5
Arzen took the hand offered to him, once again thinking that it was so cold. It was hard for him to find words. How could this have happened? How could his world have changed so much so quickly? "I don't suppose I'll see you at Sunday mass, will I?" A thin smile graced his face. "What is your name?"
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Post by Banez Gladpath on May 8, 2011 22:25:26 GMT -5
Banez squirmed in surprise when he was taken hold off. He angled his arm to elbow Bare Hands in the gut, but quickly realized that even if he beat off the other, there were even more vampires to take his place. With a clatter, the captain dropped his sword in defeat, although his green gaze met Seriah's sharply. "Perhaps. Are you the one leading this attack?"
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Post by Seriah Desislov on May 8, 2011 23:08:58 GMT -5
Pick Ax looked between the captain and the fallen sword, before reached out with a foot to kick the blade a safe distance away. The man was covered in blood, and Pick Ax was smart enough to realize it probably wasn't blood of /human/ soldiers. Still, the captain didn't look to be in good shape. Leaving his pick to hang from his belt, he helped Bare Hands by holding Banez arms on one side, and leaving the other arm secured by his fellow vampire- hopefully avoid farther elbowing in the stomach.
Seriah smiled, at seeing the captain drop his weapon, and with the death of the king, he finally felt a bit like things were back on track. “Perhaps.”
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Anna Lucia reluctantly took her sire's hand, and stood with the priest. Was she happy things had worked out this way? She hadn't wanted the priest to die.. and she hadn't wanted the priest to kill her, though she was certainly already dead. It seemed impossible to count the predicament as a 'win', though.
"If I could enter the chruch safely, I surely would." Maybe it was better as a place of safety for mortals, though. "I'm Yen.” She paused, before adding, “Ah, you can both come with me. Everything will be alright.” She turned slightly, waiting to be sure both would come.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on May 8, 2011 23:30:50 GMT -5
Ashemir stood back, smiling slightly when the captain was further restrained. Well, their luck had at least changed some. Now maybe the man knew where the prince had run off to...
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Post by Banez Gladpath on May 9, 2011 0:00:41 GMT -5
Banez frowned, his gaze lowering to the ground as his limbs shook with unspent adrenaline. With his hair hiding his face, he now let his misery taint his features. He lost so many men, he lost Lysand, he lost his king, he lost Lorin... "I'm Captain Banez Gladpath. The failure of Thrunalhin," he answered.
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Post by Father Arzen on May 9, 2011 5:23:20 GMT -5
Arzen nodded quietly. "Of course..." He paused before he introduced himself as well. "I'm Father Arzen." Although right now he really couldn't say that he felt worthy of being called the father of his flock. The other priests... He wondered if they were alright. "Where are we going?" he wondered quietly, following after Yen.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on May 13, 2011 5:04:43 GMT -5
Seriah spread his hands, "From the amount of blood, I'd say it was a noble effort." He walked towards Banez, stopping short to smile at the captain, though he spoke to Pick Ax and Bare Hands, "Take him to the dungeon. He'll be assisting us in finding prince Lorin." Somehow it wasn't quite as satisfying as locking someone in his basement, but the castle's facilities were sure to be much more secure. He did at least enjoy the irony of the captain being locked in his own dungeon.
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Yen bowed her head to Arzen, before straightening to answer, "To the warlord. He has final say over your fate." Technically she should simply turn Arzen, but since he was not one of the nobility of the castle, and had particular relevance to the people, she suspected Seriah would make an exception.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on May 13, 2011 5:22:09 GMT -5
Ashemir frowned a bit. Unless the vampires in the city caught the prince, the boy must be long gone by now. At least the had the captain to squeeze information out of. From visiting a werewolf in a basement to a human in a dungeon cell. ...Speaking of which, he hoped that werewolf was dead.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on May 13, 2011 5:29:48 GMT -5
A noble effort might be noble, but it wasn't good enough on its own. Banez lifted his head with a controlled blank expression when the vampire warlord mentioned Lorin. So they hadn't caught him yet.... Please dear God, let him escape the city alright. As long as Lysand and Lorin were alright, then the dungeon would seem less bleak. Plus, if anything befell them, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.
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Post by Father Arzen on May 13, 2011 13:40:11 GMT -5
Arzen nodded, quiet for the moment. His hand rose to where his cross usually hung, but then he remembered that he lost it in the scuffle. A gentle sigh escaped his lips as his mind turned to meeting the vampire warlord. What was he supposed to say to him even? He was just a humble priest; would the warlord decide to just kill him? His hands wrung together for a moment before he forced them to his sides again, drawing a nervous breath. "Let's just hope that this warlord is all you say he is then."
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