RPG Truth: The Beginning

[Miketsmith]

Arogyth, without speeking took his room and begain to rest. But that night he got hardly no sleep. Nightmares of the village woke him up every few minutes. He was now all alone... no one to turn to or count on. What was he supose to do know? How could he help the world, when he was just one... small... person. Arogyth sighed and tryed to go back to sleep after the nightmares. What was he to do?

[The Vampire: Ed]

Damien sat silently aside Nepenthe, he seemed to be quite confused about what he had seen in the mirror. Nepenthe watched his face as he dwelled deeply upon the scene which now played over in his own mind, sadly Nepenthe could not even read his thoughts at this moment. Somehow he was able to keep this to himself, but instead Nepenthe decided to try the old fashion way.

"What's wrong? What did you really see?" Nepenthe asked curiously, but received no reply not instantly at least. Damien just looked at Nepenthe and tilted his head seeing she was waiting for an answer. "I did see my mother....but it was just not what I expected. I seen the village of which I was born, and it was being destroyed by someone. I seen my mother running up to this person trying to persuade them to halt their attack, but that did not happen. This person struck her down slaying her on the spot as my village burned to the ground."

Nepenthe sighed, and shook her head as she replied. "I had no idea. I'm sorry. It is such a terrible way to lose a loved one, at the hands of a lunatic of that nature."

"But that's just it....I don't remember that at all. I remember my mother raising me away from that village in the forest to escape percussion for my curse. I remember her growing old and dying. I remember burring her, then simply walking away. But after that I don't remember much about my life, and I certainly don't remember the event that I witnessed in that mirror." Damien said sounding frustrated.

Nepenthe raised an eyebrow confused herself. "That is strange." was all Nepenthe could say. After a few moments of silence, Nepenthe spoke again. "Did you happen to see the perpetrator of this act?"

Damien coughed seeming startled by the question, and spoke with a low tone. "No...too dark..." Damien answer sounding dishonest. Nepenthe closed her eyes, and shook her head looking a bit upset. "Damien, I am not that easily fooled. You're not one to be dishonest, and when you try to do so. It doesn't come out right. So why don't you tell me the truth?"

"The truth? Nepenthe, the truth is much more of a lie then it seems. It has to be....if it is not then....forget it. It's just better left alone." Damien replied as he stood up, and walked over the bed in the room, he laid down and looked at Nepenthe announcing that he was going to rest his eyes then turned onto his side facing the wall away from Nepenthe. Nepenthe just stared at Damien unhappy with his choice to lie to her, but at the sametime understanding that it may be even more then he could handle.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Somehow, the truth rose clearer than before......Nepenthe's eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything. She knew what it was like to hate the self. A curse he possesed, and it had shown up in the worst possible way. So he had killed her. Could've been worse.[/i]

Nepenthe: Do you know what pain is?

Damien: ...how could you ask me something like that?

Nepenthe: Do you know what it is like to be despised by the one who should love you?

Damien: ....my mother loved me.

Nepenthe: Then you are far more lucky than I am.

Damien: Why's that?

Nepenthe: My mother despises me. Her destiny was to give birth to one child. My older sister. Lethe. She is joy, hope, light, everything I am not. Mother was not supposed to also give birth to another daughter. Chaos, despair, fear, and deception.

Damien: And you are the second child....and she hates you for it.

Nepenthe: She has no reason to, other than the fact that she can't accept me. She was pure. But somehow, she was not so very pure... And it isn't like her to sleep with any stranger that passes by, especially one like Habeas Requiem.

[i]He looked at her. Truth, complete truth. Well, that explained a good deal. Why she was the way she was. Any child of the Deathless Dragon would turn out like her...no matter how pure the mother was. Nepenthe looked at her feet.[/i]

Nepenthe: I have nothing to hide. I used to hate myself, but with my sister, I found the balance between darkness and light. Of course, I have a tendency to turn aside, but that is acceptable for someone like me. Your actions are acceptable for you.

Damien: ......I do not want to love myself.

Nepenthe: Then give yourself.

[i]She stood up and walked out the door.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Well, I'll tell you all what. I'll leave it at hello, and be done with it. Been in somewhat less than salubrious condition, and my internet decided not to exist....again. Anyway, here's my little greeting. Even after sifting through all that...ahem....literature (yes, I a dignifying it somewhat), I still don't know what's going on, so I'll fit in somewhere else for the moment. I'm feeling even crazier than normal for some reason.... Modest too. Too tried to write anything decent though.

IC: [I]The man was big, drunk, and stupid. Just what she didn't need. Not that it was a problem. It was just an inconvenience. He stood there, grinning foolishly. Even from two metres away, his breath still struck her like a mallus.[/I]

Stupid, large, drunk man: Sooooo, whadda ya rec(hick)-reckon wench? What say ya come back to my place with a few of me mates?

[I]He was looking at her as if she couldn't possibly refuse. He actually seemed serious. She leant across the table between them, smiling slightly. [/I]

Kattarin: Take a long look into my eyes my friend. Look deep.

[I]Puzzled, but eager to please, the oaf looked at her eyes. A few seconds later he stumbled out of the tavern, running for his life.

Inside, Kattarin straightened to her full height, looking around arrogantly. In a voice of chill silver, she announced herself.[/I]

Kattarin: Kattarin s'Xalerian. Daughter of Kinrade s'Xalerian, and 171st decendant of the lineage.

[I]A few of the old timers chuckled in their cups. No doubt the lass was of for the heriditary family adventure. The younger generation sat in stupified silence. Here was the daughter of their lord, and their future ruler. They eyed her not in fear, but well-warranted respect, and no little awe. Their ancestors had accepted Lacroix's protection eons ago, when he had settled and built Castle Xalerian on the mountain above them. His descendants had protected this small village ever since. Quite often, the s'Xalerian of the castle was enough to deter bandits or rampaging creatures of less civilised race and demeanour. If it came to the worst, they kept a small, but somewhat elite garrison. It was a frightening sight. Several hundred gothic people, like a vampyric migration, all giving voice to sepechural cries for blood. Actually, a lot of them had vampyric blood in them. It wasn't really well known, but the founders of htat garrison were the younger children of Lacroix. To this day, younger siblings of the heir apparent would join the garrison. And the s'Xalerian blood was a bit of everything by now. The infamous succubus who's story was still told in the tavern in which Kattarin now sat, a femal vampyre named Genevieve Dieudonné, and an inordinate number of other ceatures. The s'Xalerian family tended to be pretty....open minded, about that kind of thing....

In the tavern, silence still reigned. In a mercurial change of mood, Kattarin suddenly smiled, and spun, cloak billowing out, and left the tavern. No-one commented. Everyone in the small village knew what the castle-dwellers were like.

Kattarin was, in actuality, only 20 or so metres away. She leant against a large tree a moment, before leaping up into its branches. Cradled by the large boughs, and cradled far more by the night air, she reclined like the panther in the family's crest, like the tatoo the entwined with herright leg, and let the night move about her.

She sat there long hours, wondering at her course of action. Like all her ancestors, she knew it was not yet her time to settle down. She needed to see the world, and experience her darker self made real. She knew of no interesting events in the world, well.... not interesting enough to warrant a s'Xalerian's attention. They were really getting too exclusive.... Still, they'd earned that reputation over the years. Kattarin absently wondered how such a legacy didn't become burdensome. Probably because the s'Xalerian's were all the same, and only made rules they knew they were all going to obey anyway. Not for the first time, Kattarin considering finding out a way to go back in time. Just so she could slap some sense into Lacroix. Her family was simply too problematic for most of the world.

She leapt down, and walked off into the night. As had every one of her predecessors.[/font][/color]

[Heartless Me]

Arikel had not slept much that night. He had so much on his mind. What purpose did they all have to be there? They all had tattoo's of which none others can see. Each person seemed almost intertwined with another as though guided by fates own hand. He thought back to the things he said earlier. How he had attempted to woo a certain person with a few short words but why? He knew he had no chance. It was hopeless to try, or at least that was what he thought.

He replayed the last few years in his head. Meeting with Kiria in dense forest of the far north. Saving her from the pack of wild loup garou. Befriending her and more, then learning that they were only meant to be friends. Traveling togather and working make the world better, seeing all the suffering and death. He wept silently to sleep.

An undeterminable amount of time later he was roused by a slight rapping at the door to his room. He wiped the tear streams from his tired eyes and walked to the door opening it. There stood a silent Siren alone looking deep into Arikels eyes. She moved her lips to speak and when she did her voice was quiet, though strong. He could not help but feel his heart flutter when she spoke to him.

Siren: Yes.

Arikels eyes widen. He had so convinced himself that she would never be with him that all he could do is stand there in disbelief. She let an overconfidant let playful smile slip as she looks at Arikel with a beautiful wonder in her eyes.

Siren: Well are you going to invite me in or just sit there and look at me all night?

Arikel looked startled for a moment then snapped out of it. He moved to the side and allowed her to enter his room.

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue]Honestly my dear Lacroix, you make me wonder if your illess affected the left and right halves of your brain. And damaged a few nerves...
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[i]She smiled and leaned back in her bed. Like her sister, their smiles were almost never real. He would have too much to handle on this night, and Kryas would thank her later.

The old Dorobo witch stood up and slid into Nepenthe's room, no locks undone. She sat down on the table and waited.[/i]

Nepenthe: He killed his mother.

Kryas: I figured. I dare not let him look again...but our options are very limited.

Nepenthe: You think Arikel is strong enough to fight the rising threat?

Kryas: I believe so. Your group has a certain resilience of character that I haven't seen in eons....I think it will save you. Just don't lose the will to live.

Nepenthe: I never will Kyras. I promise.

Kryas: Good.[/COlOr]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Nerves of steel baby. Nerves of steel.

...My, wasn't that out of character? It did by the way. Now they don't get along very well.

IC: [I]Kattarin walked along slowly, wondering what to do. The strange amalgation of bloods within her roiled with the night. She absently wondered what a close examination of it would turn up. Probably three of four types of werebeats, and Geneveive's blood was still strong. Mainly because she was still alive....


Alive. Geneveive. Lacroix's wife. Well, for a while. That was it. Kattarin suddenly increased her stride. She'd dig up the old vampyre, and find out what Lacroix was really like. And, she suspected, she'd find out where Lacroix really was. She didn't doubt for a second that the old bastard was alive somewhere. And he had a lot to answer for.

All these feelings were confusing for Kattarin. She liked her life, her heritage, her family and everything about it. She just felt Lacroix was an arrogant bastard, and needed to understand him. Mainly, she needed to udnerstand herself. And her supposedly long dead ancestors were the key to it. A vampyre would live this long, and Genveive had loved Lacroix... The bastard was definately her child in darkness by now. [/I]

Kattarin: Great. I'm hunting a pair of vampyres, who are most likely the two most dangerous beings on the planet, simply because I'm going through a stage of catharsis. They'll be thrilled, I'm sure. Hell, it's about time.[/font][/color]

[Heartless Me]

OOC:Due to inside request I'm instituting a 2 post per day limit so people can keep up easier, thanks.

[Carren Heart]

OOC: thank god, i maybe able to keep up!

[I]Dameon watched carefully while the others were away wondering how he'd go about this fight, what was the easiest way? How could they pull it off quickly and without fail?[/I]

Dameon: << Placing his hand on his heart >> guide me true.

After hours of waiting and searching himself he smiled to himself.

Dameon: I see this will be more then a single encounter. Impressive they will manage what few can do.

Kitsune: how will manage what?

Dameon: << Looking over his shoulder >> so you've return, and the others?

Kitsune: No, just me.

Dameon: well Kitsune, how do you feel about this coming battle?

Kitsune: I think the others are a little too confident!

Dameon: agreed they have yet to see a loss.

[I]They stood quite looking over at the cabin their prey waited in. pondering planning what to do, this would prove to be a grand battle.[/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]*breaks down into fits of hysterical sobbing* It's not fair!!![/COLOr]

[The Vampire: Ed]

After Nepenthe left the room Damien rolled over staring at the ceiling, his eyes closed tightly as a growl slithered from between his lips. Suddenly, his eyes shot open and he rolled over sliding out of bed then onto his feet in such an unbelievable quick motion. With his rage boiling over he grabbed a chair from the table side and threw it against the wall. Strangely the chair made no sound, nor did it damage the wall. For some reason his memory of that event was wiped clean, but now he remembered it so clearly. Damien fell to his knee, and grabbed his head as spoke as if someone else was in the room.

"Mother....you lied to me...." Damien hissed angrily at himself, then he suddenly felt as if someone was standing at his side. A hand made it's way to his shoulder, and Damien looked back seeing spirit of a woman who seemed to have died in her early forties. A bloody tear formed in Damien's eye, and ran down his face with a single word reveal the woman's identity. "Mother...."

Damien rose to his feet quickly as the woman smiled warmly at her son, but Damien had but only one question on his mind. "Why? Why did you hide the truth from me? Why could I not remember that day?"

She looked slightly upset, but answered in a soft motherly tone. [b][i]"I had to protect you, Damien. I don't know how it happened, but you lost your memory. You wandered the earth looking for answers about your past, so I appear before you and gave you a past that should have happened."[/i][/b] Damien's mother replied sounding full of sorrow herself. Damien pursued the issue. "If I lost my memory, then tell me now. What really happened? I think I am capable of handling it."

His mother nodded agreeing with Damien, then began to tell the story of what really happened. [b][i]"We never were made to leave the village, I raised you there and all though the rest of the village knew you were different...they cared for you as if you were family yourself. You were always such a good child, your vampiric nature was never brought to the surface....not until that day. A group of thieves ransacked the village, and they attempted to rape me. But you were there to protect me. You lifted a knife and stabbed the man holding me down, and when the blood began to escape his wound....that when it all changed. The blood did something to you, seeing it drove you insane."[/i][/b]

Damien listened closely while looking disgusted, and saddened. His mother paused for a moment then continued. [b][i]"You tore into him like a wild animal tearing at his flesh, and drinking his blood the whole time. The thieves watched in horror, and attempted to escape....but that would not be happening. Your first taste of blood changed you, and you slaughtered them all right at the center of town. The villagers all looked on then you turned on them as well, you took the leader of the thieves sword, which you still posses, and began to kill off everyone in the village. I myself was shocked, and confused. I assumed that being your mother would be enough to calm you, but....I was wrong. You killed me just as easily as you killed the others. You weren't the same Damien I had raised. All though you were half vampire, I never thought that suppressing your nature would be so dangerous."[/i][/b]

Damien fell onto his back, and crawled into the darkest corner of the room. "I am a murderer. I murdered my own mother, and the people who cared about me. I am sorry, mother....I see now the spirits were right...I deserve to die." Damien said sobbingly reaching for his sword with the thought of ending his own life.

[b][i]"NO!"[/i][/b] His mother screamed at him, then continued speaking. [b][i]"No, it wasn't your fault. A child of vampiric nature must be fed blood as an infant, and up to get their urges under control. But I did not think it was necessary, I thought I could raise you like a normal child and hide the fact that were indeed part vampire. By doing so your first taste drove you insane, and from that day forward you would kill anything that moved just for a taste of blood. Somehow, you lost your memories of that life. Because of this your thirst for blood was now under control without having to remember the things you've done. So I came to you and showed you a false past. One of which that should have happened, but it was my fault."[/i][/b]

Damien could hardly bear what he was hearing, but now he could remember that part of his past clearly. With the loss of his memory, his entire attitude changed. No longer was he so psychotic, but rather just a quite and gentle soul. One whom never wanted to harm another innocent being.

[b][i]"I don't know much about your gift, Damien. But I do know that it works both ways. The village always had good fortune when you were there, but those thieves changed that all. I think killing all of those people somehow polluted you, and from that day forward your gift of good fortune turned bad. Thus it became a curse to many, including yourself. I think you need to face your past, and make amends for what you've done before you can be free of this curse. Damien, this is your chance. Help the ones you travel with, help them save this world. In doing so, you will save yourself and put the souls of those whom died by your hand to rest. The woman, Nepenthe, she understands you. Do not take her for granted. Do not take any of your new allies for granted."[/i][/b] Damien's mother spoke sounding sure of her son's strength.

Damien looked to her fading image, and slowly stood up. "What is happening?" Damien's mother looked up, then back to Damien. [b][i]"They're calling me. Facing your past tonight with me has freed my spirit. I can finally move on. Good bye, my son. I love you."[/i][/b]

Damien extended his hand as if reaching for her as she ascended towards the ceiling then finally disappearing, Damien's eyes went back to the floor. "Rest in peace, mother...and thank you."

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Kryas turned and phased out of the room. Happy, and comforted for the sake of her neice. Once outside, she looked down. The spirit of an ethric was rising upwards. A woman with a peaceful smile on her face. Kryas saluted gently and then continued down the hall.[/i]

Nepenthe: Kuso.

Siren: ....[i]What now?[/i]

Nepenthe: [i]Mind your own buisness MOTHER.[/i]

Siren: [i]I wouldn't be your mother if you paid me.

She looks around suspiciously.[/i]

Nepenthe: How much?[/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Unfair? It's unholy,unnatural, and unbearable. And anything else anyone else would like to add. But hell, you get that.

IC: [I]Kattarin, resolved, but without direction, started her "quest" (in other words, current direction of whimsy) the way all her predecessors did. With the fervent hope that if she walked around enough, she find something out. And a certain prediliction for getting themselves into things that didn't really concern them...

The trees pressed close around her, forming an almost stifling cloak, yet she felt comforted by it, rather than threatened. She'd walked, guarded and hunted this forest since she could walk, alone and in the company of her family. And occasionally even locals, those that were up to it.

"Game" was abundant. By her family's standards, "game" was anything that offered chance of at least severe dismemberment. Normally big cats or dire wolves. They left the panthers alone of course. Kattarin wasn't really worried about running into the denizens of the wood. They all knew her by now. The intelligent ones, anyway. The "witch", an alchemist by the name of Alastuin, lived nearby, after being exiled from a nearby village. She was welcomed into the one at the foot of the Castle, but refused to stay there, untrusting. Most likely, she would be the first place Kattarin would stop. She knew more than she ought to. But then, she'd taught a lot to Kattarin over the years, and was more of a mother figure to her than the weak-willed, stay-at-home-and-cook minx her father had accidently married after the swordswoman he was after tricked him. It was a good slight. And after all, it wasn't like the swordswoman wasn't her mother anyway. She'd just had no use for her father's desire to "make an honest woman out of her". Actually, he'd had no problems with it, merely assumed she did. But that was history. There was a lot of that in this area. At least it was more interesting than most of the trivia her tutors had attempted to impress upon her. Hell with them. Hell with her family too. And especially hell with Lacroix. Warped, twisted man he was, by any stretch of the imagination.

Kattarin sniffed at the air. Sure enough, strange odours floated along the breeze. The proverbial hut was just up ahead.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Errr, are we talking about the hut we're in right now Lacroix? Cuz if we are, I'm sure Kryas will have a few things to say about her barging in..... [/COLOR]

[The Vampire: Ed]

Kryas announced that the food was prepared, and now waiting for them in the dinning room. Each of them exited their rooms, or moved from where ever they were into the dinning room to see a feast. A feast that looked fit for a king, hell make that a kingdom. Nepenthe licked her lips upon hearing Kryas call, and Siren did the same as she dashed from the room towards the dinning room. Nepenthe shook her head, and laughed at Siren's apparently hunger. As Nepenthe left her room, and made her way down the hall a hand made it's way out of the a darkened room grasping Nepenthe's arm firmly, but delicate at the same time. Nepenthe turned seeing that it was Damien's room, then the door opened slowly until light shown off Damien's face.

"You know I could have taken your hand off for that." Nepenthe said with a smirk on her face, but Damien just nodded and surpringly smiled in return as he replied. "Yes, I know. Sorry, for uh....well you probably all ready knew it was me anyway. So, just sorry I guess."

Damien stood in his doorway staring at Nepenthe without even noticing it, she had him hypnotized with just a smile. Nepenthe cleared her throat waking Damien from his day dream, and questions him. "Is there something you wanted?"

"Oh, sorry." Damien said looking away laughing lightly, then continued. "Actually, I just wanted to apologies to you for the way I've been acting. I know I shouldn't have lied, but...well I'm sure you've all ready figured out what I've tried hiding from you tonight. You're too clever too be fool...Anyway, I wanted to also say that I appreciate everything you've done for me, and the company you've given me. Uhh...I guess...that's all I could think of. Still trying to get use to this whole social thing."

Damien stood there for a moment, then spoke again just as Nepenthe was turning to head to the dinning room. "Sorry, to keep you waiting for your meal. But I also wanted to say, that no matter how others feel about you....I'll always care about you." Nepenthe, and Damien seemed to blush simultaneously, then Damien quickly tried to finish what he had to say before he further embarrassed himself. "Uhh...Well, you're probably starving. You go and eat."

"Wait. What about you?" Nepenthe quickly asked. Damien just tilted his head abit and spoke. "Eh..I'm actually not hungry. I'll just rest a little longer. Hurry, go and eat before it gets cold." Nepenthe nods, waves, and walks down the hall into the dinning room. Meanwhile Damien slumps back into the room closing the door, and laying down on the bed. "Damien, you sounded like an idiot..." He thought to himself laying in his bed.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Nepenthe ate quickly, hardly noticing the quiet chatter that filled the dinning hall. The food was excellent. Of course. Roast lamb, venison steak, wild brown rice, twelve different pastas, garden salads, chese, freshly baked bread....

And drinks for even the most picky of guests.

The female quietly ate through the food until she was satisfied. With a delicate gesture, she raised her goblet and sipped white wine and then took the oppertunity to take pour one more to Damien. Then she turned and melted into the shadows. Siren glanced out of the corner of her eye, then returned to her conersation with Arikel.

Once outside the dinning hall. She swiftly walked down the halls until she was infront of his door. It opened automatically for her and she stepped inside. Damien looked up, surprised.[/i]

Damien: That was quick.

Nepenthe: It's a gift.

[i]She held out the glass of wine to him and he took it gratefully. He was surprised that she actually had brought him anything, but then again...he didn't know her well enough.

The female summoner quietly downed her glass and watched him through heavily lidded eyes.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC:Why would it be? For one, I don't think of you have mentioned a character named Alastuin, and I know that you are no where near me geographically. Besides, joining up with everyone like that would be boring. On to more important matters, what the hell is that picture's problem?

IC: [I]Kattarin reached Alastuin's small hut, and knocked. It was a courtesy she afforded few people. Most people weren't able to give you invisible gential lice as a reminder of the benefits of common courtesy. That was one of the local legends anyway. Kattarin didn't feel like trying it out.[/I]

Alastuin: Come in Kattarin.

[I]Kattarin opened the door. The hut was dark, even for night in this forest. A small brazier emitted a glow, but no light, in one corner. It was enough to see by though. Alastuin was, as usual, playing with one potion or another.[/I]

Alastuin: What can I do for you at this hour?

Kattarin: I need you to tell me everything you know about Lacroix and Genevieve.

[I]Alastuin shot her a piercing look.[/I]

Alastuin: So. Someone finally figured it out. I've been awaiting this a while.

Kattarin: Why?

Alastuin: Because I too was a contempary of Lacroix. And it's going to be most amusing having his future come crashing down on him.

Kattarin: I have no intention of harming whatsoever....Well, not much.

Alastuin: Of course not. But just his face when he finds out someone was clever enough to work out his secret....

[I]Kattarin pulled up a chair, and Alastuin started to relate the tale of how she had met Lacroix, and what she knew of his activities.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]You're just an idiot....pay no attention to the broken picture that isn't my fault. Besides, I have the feeling, you'll be killing us all in our sleep anyways.[/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: I'll admit to being an idiot, but out of curiousity, what brought the accusation on this time around? In your sleep isn't Kattarin's style. Try "tie you down while your asleep and have a little...fun". You should know that by now. Broken? I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the way the thing is looking at me![/font][/color]

[Carren Heart]

[I]The remaining members of Dameon team walked out of the woods.[/I]

Blight: We have all of their names.

Dameon: excellent that will give us in advantage.

Blight: I'll being the ritual, now that their names are known!

Dameon: Do the ? Blood sent ritual on the Damien.

Raagar: I wonder if he'll remember us.

Dameon: No not at first.

Blight: to think he and I may have to fight. << Grins >>

Dameon: I've always wanted to test him, so there you go!

Harper: So when do you attack!

Dameon: Very soon, Harper you, Raagar, and Kitsune take the golem woman and her friend! I'll take The Dragon on! Harper and Blight deal with the rest. Remember people watch out for these one's there's a reason they have the mystic tattoos.

Kitsune: Can we have the women after wards?

[I]Dameon paused for a moment his face begun to grew cold instantly, luckily for Kitsune he was new to the group and had no idea Dameon hated sick comments like that one. Before even Kitsune's reflexes could react Dameon had pinned him against a tree.[/I]

Dameon: << Arm against Kitsune's neck >> If you ever suggest that or anything like it again I'll kill you! And if you even do something like that I'll see to it far worse then death becomes of you!

[I]The entire party frozen it was one of the few times that the empty abyss within his eyes flared with emotion. Blight and Raagar learn of this long ago and never forgot that look in his eyes for they knew he was dead serious. Dameon back away from Kitsune, Kitsune simply fell to the ground choking and holding his throat.[/I]

Kitsune: sor..ry god.

[I]Dameon started to walk away saying.[/I]

Dameon: Prepare for the fight all of you!

[I]Dameon left view[/I]

Raagar: One day we'll have our fun, but until then don't bring it up.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Alastuin: For starters, Kinrade is not your father.

Kattarin: What? What do you mean?

Alastuin: Lacroix is. Lacroix has been the father of several s'Xalerians over the years. You're his latest.

Kattarin: But...Kinrade....that woman....

Alastuin: A feigned story. Your father is Lacroix. Genvieve is your mother.

Kattarin: You mean?

Alastuin: Yes. You're ultimate ancestors are actually your parents.

Kattarin: Wait. You say Lacroix has been the father of several s'Xalerians?

Alastuin: Yes.

Kattarin: And if the s'Xalerian, the blooded one, at the time was female...

Alastuin: Yes....

Kattarin: Oh god. We are so divinely inbred....

Alastuin: You just managed to mentioned celestials twice, and inbreeding once, all in the same line. Congratulations.

Kattarin: Now I'm really going to hit him....

Alastuin: Go ahead. I tried many, many times.

Kattarin: Alright, I suppose we'd better get on with this.

Alastuin: Youre being awfully calm about this.

Kattarin: Actually, I've always wondered why the bloodline ran so true. Then when I realised Lacroix was alive...it all kind of clicked. Confirmation was all I got then.[/font][/color]

[Bremma]

Kiria sits beside Arogyth, eat, and notices that he appears to be a bit tired. She prodded him softly withehr elbow, startling him forma slight doze. "Hey."

"Hnnm?" he said, shaking his head quickly, looking over at her. "What?"

"You look realy tired.. what's up?"

"I... didnt sleep well.." he softly admitted. "Nightmares... fromt he battle."

"ah.." she said, biting into some chicken and biting right through the bone, it shattering in her mouth "Mff!" she said, stifling a curse. She picked up a napkin, spittingoput bone shard and blood. "Ugh.. I hate it when I do that.."

"How did you.." he asked, looking shocked.

"Tatoo power. I could bend a sword by biting it, if I wanted to."' she said, showing him her tatoo. "It lets me have the bite presses and the long jumping ablitly of a wolf." she stated,t hen spit a bit more discreetly this time. "Anyway.. later on, we can g to your trooma nd you can talk to me about your nightmares if you want. I'm sure it would help."

[The Vampire: Ed]

Damien held the glass of wine out in front of him, and swirled it staring at the red liquid. Damien brought the glass to his mouth, and drank it down just as quickly as Nepenthe did. Damien stared at the empty glass before him tinted red from the small droplets left over, then he returned his gaze upon Nepenthe. She smiled at him with her eyes half way shut, Damien could only assume one of two things. Either she was tired, or she was just drunk. Damien figured she hadn't had enough to drink to officially be drunk, so he assumed she was just tired from their tiresome day. Reaching past Nepenthe, Damien grabbed his pillow and fluffed it a bit then placed on his lap as he leaned back against the wall next to the bed.

"You look tired. Lay down, and get some rest. We'll keep each other company for the night." Damien said as he patted the pillow. Nepenthe smiles and lays her head down on the pillow resting her legs on the bed. "Don't try anything, or my golems will kick your ***." Nepenthe said as she yawned, and laughed simultaneously.

"Don't worry, I don't bit......er....nevermind." Damien said with a laugh of his own, as Nepenthe looked up at him with drowsy eyes. "Thankfully, you're good looking. Because your jokes suck." Nepenthe replied laughing again, but Damien joined in laughing too. "It seems so new to me, and I never thought it could feel so great." Damien says out of no where.

Nepenthe raised an eyebrow in her sleepy state, and replied grinning. "What exactly are you talking about?" Damien rolled his eyes realizing he'd just walked into that one. "I mean...happiness. It's been absent for so long, that it feels completely new to me." Damien said smiling down at Nepenthe. "I'm happy to hear that." Nepenthe replied placing her hand on Damien's cheek.

"Well, it's all thanks to you. Thank you for everything." Damien said staring deeply into her eyes, then he leaned down and kissed her lips softly. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity they broke the kiss, and Nepenthe stared up at Damien wide eyed with surprise not expecting Damien to do such a thing. It wasn't the look Damien was hoping for, he then felt maybe by doing it at this time went too far.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Nepenthe: If I was feeling more awake, my better judement would kick in and I would slaughter you...but I won't.

Damien: ...why is that?

Nepenthe: I'm a shrine preistess; never get married, fall in love, and because that is everything in my world... I must obey. But that means I can't love you with a wild passion. Part of my role is to heal. As odd as that might be. And help heal you, I must.

[i]He looked at her. He had expected nothing less. She was obviously not going to accept anything from him. What she had started was a bond of healing and tenderness. And sometimes, that went further than anything else. Damien looked down again, a half smile on his lips. It was more than enough that she honestly wanted to help him. He was very pleased. She had given her blood to him, and he had given his past to her.

She breathed lightly in her sleep, almost like a whisper of leaves in the wind. He looked down at her sleeping form, and covered her with the blankets.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Vampire: Ed]

Damien watched Nepenthe sleeping soundly, all thought it pained him that she could not love him he was happy to have her companionship whatever she was to him. Damien began to run his fingers through, and over Nepenthe's hair just as she did for him when he slept in her arm back in the cemetery. Slowly his own eyelids became heavy as he began to fall asleep, he leaned his head back against the wall and drifted to sleep.

His dreams came once more, the spirits returned to him in his slumber. Many of them still place a blame upon his head, but others slowly began to change their own opinions over him having witness his interaction with his mother. Damien pleads with many of the spirits for their forgiveness, none are fully convinced of his change of heart and put off any forgiveness they could offer him until they witness more good deeds from him.

"You must prove yourself to them before you can be forgiven by any of them." A voice said, in fact the same voice he had heard in his previous dream.

Damien looked for a face to match with the voice, but there seemed to be none that seem to be speaking. "I will. I won't let any of you down now. It is my duty to make up for my crimes by helping to save this planet." Damien yells. The spirits all then begin to disappear leaving his dream, and for the first time they let him sleep peacefully without interfering with his slumber.