RPG The Tale Untold: Beginning of Ends

[Justin]

[i]On the Day of Reckoning; 765 AD[/i]

Desegar: Zu fane' eh dos, ju Jumate*. Al-aer eh opi, oh jilo al zu huyt gui mate-mik eh uje mate* . Zu valiny aer Aerikodo eh-kil jilo mate-mik zuse ae eh uhik aerl ghi-ah-juida. Zu vali ae eh, ke.

[b](The time has come, my master. Everything is ready, and soon all the world will bow to your power. The foolish race of Man doesn't yet understand that they are only pawns in a game. What fools they are, indeed.)[/b]

Kassekuum: Ke, ju etam. Zu Laki gui xixo zuc uhio fane'. Jilo--uhio, uhio jilo--zuc bafane' aert eh dos jy-mate* oxi. Ay eh mik-mateom hi al aeri huyt.

[b](Yes, my son. The War will begin this very hour. Soon--very, very soon--this old body will be born anew. I will rule over all races of Earth.)[/b]

[i]Somewhere in Southern Spain:[/i]



[b][quote]
[i]From the D'Lunge'[/i]
And then the Fallen Grendel fell upon the unknowing Men of the Clan of Vampira, feeding upon their blood. But three of those Men stood the evening next, and in their jaw bones were sharpened fangs, in their arms and legs was strength that had not once been there...and in their hearts was a malice unseen.[/quote][/b]

Buliwyf: So, that's how the Vampire race began...

??: Yes, my pupil.

Buliwyf: And somehow all this goes back to you, Lucifer.

Evil: *chuckle* Assuming you make it out of here alive, you'll truly be a wise one.

Buliwyf: I think I will. I'm the only one actually getting anywhere in this season's class.

Evil: The Black Arts are a rarity in the world today. Your knowing them will mean you will brook no resistance.

Buliwyf: Stop trying to flirt with me, pig. I'm here for my benefit, not yours. I'll be the first to walk out of here, not the last. You won't have my soul.

Evil: Indeed, I won't...yet...

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[b]I advise everyone to read the following before posting: [/b]
Man- The race of Man is a reletively new one when compared to some of the more ancient races; such as Demons, Mystics, and Archangels. Man truly didn't begin showing its power until a few thousands years ago; during the battles between Lugh of the Long Hand and the Fomorians. It was at this time that another of the great races was nearing the end of its Golden Age...

Demons- Long ago, this Realm was controlled by a small group of Demons. They reigned over their portion of the Earth with a cold, iron grip. Since their social heirarchy allowed for only a few to exist in the Earth Realm, they created armies of creatures to do their bidding. At the end of the Demon Empire(called Hitakchi, in their language), these were the ruling individuals that will have any importance to our story:
Cyprus- He controlled most of modern-day Western Europe. He ruled over his lands with the might of his Fomorian Army. He made his fortress in Ireland.
Murang- He had jurisdiction over modern day Northern Africa. His armies were made of creatures called Faldo.
Kildo- He ruled Eastern Europe. His armies were that of the Gulmdok.

Finally, one more Demon worth a sentence or two...Demos. Demos seemed to have come from no where. He came at a time when Demons were reeling from defeat after defeat after defeat at the hands of an ancient race called the Grendel. Demos had no known origins, no proof that he was of royal lineage, and(by the laws of Demon Society) no business on Earth at all. But it was this Demon that would shape the fate of the world for thousands of years to come. After capturing a small group of Grendel, he secretly began working on his own army with which to control all. He created a bacterium, called Robirshium and fed it to his Grendel slaves, turning them it blood-thirsty monsters. He then had half of his Robirshi warriors follow him on a covert mission to infiltrate the newly-formed Grendel Nation with this virus, and he left the remaining half behind with nothing but pig blood to eat. However, the Robirshi who remained soon grew tired of pig's blood. The attacked a small band of Men and feasted the night away on their blood...(to be continued)

Vampires/Robirshi- The race of Vampires was created that fateful night when that small band of Men was attacked by the horde of Robirshi monsters. Of the 12 men, 3 survived. The men(which went by the name of the Clan of Vampira, for their matriarch, who was killed by the Robirshi) roamed the country-side together, dining on the blood of whatever they could find, until they reached a large village of humans. They turned the entire village in one night.
Robirshium had a slightly different effect on Men, compared to Grendel. In men, Robirshium cause supernatural strength and agility; but at the same time, it caused the infected to become deadly allergic to direct sunlight and certain chemicals found in garlic. This would become useful later.
Robirshi, however, grew no stronger or faster. They aquired no new skills. All they aquired was the need for fresh blood every day...and a fierce loyalty to Sidian, which the Vampires also inherited.

Grendel- [b]No longer existant[/b]...The Grendel were a hairy, ape-like race as old as time. Some even said they were Mystics in physical form. Grendel were never really one people, though. They stayed divided into many tribes and rarely bred outside their respective tribes. Until one individual, name Barlore, took control of the largest of the clans. He united the Grendel, and began a campaign against the oppressive Demon who ruled over them, Cyprus. They drove Cyprus all the back to Ireland itself, but the concentration of his forces there was simply too great. Plus, another foe had arisen, seemingly from within their own race--the Robirshi. The Grendel were ultimately driven up into the Far North and were never seen again.
Archangels-Archangels are a race that is directly decended from the ancient Mysics. They are fierce protectors of themselves, and their decendants(Man) and weild unbelievable power. However, they rarely make their presence known in the Realm of Earth.
Mystics- This is the most ancient race in existance. They are the fore-goers of all, and they are older than anything known. They weild infinite power, and can shift the realm they control at the slightest whim. However, they cannot physically interact with anything. They must use only their magic to influence the world.
The Jyia hal Gouam: This is the secret school of the Black Arts. Anyone who can find it can attend classes; and the schoolmaster takes only one fee. The soul of the last to complete his courses.

-Justin

[Sakura]

OOC:Justin what about the Were's?O_oGosh sorry...:eek:

[i][color=navy]Sasuka or Suka as she liked to be called looked at the village she left behind.

The town had outcast her after learning she had mysterious powers and could transform into a wolf and had magic.Even her mother and father joined the town with their torches,pitchforks and any thing else sharp they could find.They had rammed into her house and screamed at her.They didn't know it only happened when she didn't control her emotions.She ran to her room and quickly grabbed some items and her favourite weapon.Her glaive given to her for her 13th birthday from her parents and fled the house.Her emotions tipped and she started her transformation in front of the whole town.

It started with her ears and tail sprouting out from the top of her skull and the bottom of her spine.Her nose stretched and grew out into a long muzzle.Her teeth and jaws became sharp and strong.She fell onto all fours as her arms and legs became paws.Then finally her clothes disappeared and navy blue almost black fur with silver streaks sprouted in its place.

All the townspeople gasped as she let out a large roar.Everyone ran up with their weapons in hand.Suka looked at her mother and father.Their kindness had gone and was replaced by anger and hatred.A tear fell from the wolf's eye as she fled the town forever.She ran across land not knowing how long she ran for and she fell down exhausted.She saw a lush green forest and crawled into it.She changed back into a human slowly.

Her ears and tail shrank back.Her muzzle shrank back into her nose.Her teeth and jaws returned to normal.Her paws returned to arms and legs.And finally her fur disappeared and her clothes and skin re-appeared.She cried against a tree.Why did this have to happen to her?

It all started when she saw a wolf just outside of town.It looked nice enough.She loved wolves.They were so magnificent.She held a hand out to it.the wolf came nearer and Suka stroked it.Then it bit her sharpely and ran off.She ran home and put a bandage over it.A few days later she was sick.After a week or so she learnt she had gained transformation abilities that were tied to her emotions until she could control them and magical powers.

Now this was the outcome.She was a werewolf.She got up and ran through the forest in a daze not knowing what she was doing.[/color][/i]

OOC:Gomen...Anyways where would a were belong?Sorry again.I miss some things because I read quickly.Gomen Gomen Gomen

BTW:Is there anything else wrong?Just tell me but please don't yell...

[Sere Tuscumbia]

[SIZE=1]OOC: Ohkami, not to be rude or anything but -- [B]can you not READ?![/B] I have read the Recruitment, and I have read Justin's first post, and this takes place in [B]765 AD.[/B] As in, even before the Medieval Ages. This is a long, [B]long[/B] time ago. The Muslims still ruled Spain and such. This is still the Iron Age. Weapons are crude, heavy. Are you starting to get just how long ago this is?

And you know, Justin has every right to tell me I'm wrong if this is wrong. But from what I've read, this is a very long time ago. And if I am wrong, then perhaps Justin should have made time changes a little more clearer. ^_~

And also Justin, a little question too. In The Clan of the Wolf definition, it mentions that -- and I quote -- [B]"They are very secluded, but make their hatred for anything besides humans well-known."[/B] Therefore, a Were would be unable to join ([I]thus referring to you Ohkami, gomen![/I]) Were [B]would[/B] the Were's belong then? Yes, I read everything over and over again to make sure I'm right when I type my first post. It comes in handy.

*/-/*

Will finish postie when have time. Finals tomorrow and such.

--Sere[/SIZE]

[The Harlequin]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sere Tuscumbia [/i]
[B][SIZE=1]OOC: Ohkami, not to be rude or anything but -- [B]can you not READ?![/B] I have read the Recruitment, and I have read Justin's first post, and this takes place in [B]765 AD.[/B] As in, even before the Medieval Ages. This is a long, [B]long[/B] time ago. The Muslims still ruled Spain and such. This is still the Iron Age. Weapons are crude, heavy. Are you starting to get just how long ago this is?[/SIZE] [/B][/QUOTE]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Unfortunately for Sere, some of us actually studied history. The Medieval area actually began in 476 AD, according to the history unit I did a while back. And people were running around with rapiers.... And the Muslims didn't actually appear in Spain until the late 700's, so "still" is a bit off. Just a note there.

IC: [I]This squalid city, with its dark skies and darker population, was truly a vampyre's dream home. The city full of black clad people with pale skin meant he completely failed to stand out, which was perfect. And the Order of Demos was still less than well established, which suited Ilmiwyrth de Ralquire just fine. Admittedly, it suited the other's of the order less well. Which had a lot to do with the being in front of him.

The vampyre was older than he was, but by no means more powerful. His maker had been weak, pitiful. So was the progeny. Still, it spoke stridently.[/I]

Vampyre: I have been charged to return you to the Chapterhouse, so you can account for your actions.

Ilmiwyrth: That's nice.

[I]A second later, and the vampyre had his back to the wall and teeth in his neck. Ilmiwyrth let the abnormally powerfully effective blood flow into him a moment, then left. The body slumped, a few stray trickles of blood staining the snow.

In this city, there would be no questions.[/font][/color][/I]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]Raeven cracked her knuckles and leant against the tree, snow falling in clumps around her. The two children were struggling, which wasn't surprising. She had been following them through the forest for nearly three days now. She had hoped they would lead her to something more interesting, but they had no idea of where they were going, and were clearly going to die. Giving up, she walked over to them and tapped one on the shoulder. Nearly dead with fatigue, his fingers and toes gone from frostbite, the child thought her an angel. How far from the truth... [i]

Boy: Ave Maria...

Raeven: No, I'm not an angel. Come with me.

[i]Raeven clouted the children on the head and slung them voer her shoulder, walking off to the nearest village. It had been razed only hours ago, but at least it was warm. She hated cold bait.[/i][/font][/color]

[Corey]

What a wonderful night. The sky was clear and the stars were out. The air was crisp and cool against my long dead skin. This would be a perfect night to hunt. Unfortunately, I was not a hunter. My food arrived to me every evening by way of a local farmer. Him and I have an agreement. One chicken every night and I pay him one gold piece every week.

[b]Chicken-[/b] "Cluck. Cluck." I carresed it's feathers lovingly. This was my alternative. Animals were my food. Human blood could become tainted. The evil humans tasted bland. The good? Too sweet. But animals only knew how to live. They all had the same rich taste of survivors. "Cluck..."

[b]Ryan-[/b] "My precious little friend. You will sustain me for another night. And for that I thankyou. But unfortunately, you must relinquesh your life to me. Goodnight, sleep well."

[b]Chicken-[/b] "Cluck?" I placed the fowl in a wooden box. The box was sealed tight once the latch was thrown, and the only opening was a small round hole. I placed the box with the hold pointing up and placed my hands on either side of the box. Not having to hunt humans every day has given us, the Zu Oxi Balik ve Vaempyroh, time to enhance our other abilities. Though our strength and speed have dwindled over the years, our knowlege and mental prowess have improved exponetially.

The box gave a small shudder, and a liquid pouring sound filled the area. I blinked, and a crumpled chicken carcass flew out of the hole. It was stained red and completely drained of it's blood. I held the hole up to my mouth and drank deeply from the box. The blood of the animal coursed thorugh my veins. I emptied the box and secured it to the tree. I'd be back tomarrow night.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "A lower quality... I'm going to have to speak with this man..." I drifted down to the ground and touched the dirt with a small puff of dust. The night was still young. Plenty of time to get to the farmers home.

[Justin]

[i]Buliwyf is making his way up a large spiral staircase; one he has not seen since he decended it so many weeks ago.[/i]

Evil: Done already?

Buliwyf: Done as I desired to be.

[i]Buliwyf does not slow down any to converse with the Darkness.[/i]

Evil: Pity. You'd have made an excellent addition to the family.

[i]Suddenly, the staircase disapears; Buliwyf finds himself floating over the pit of Hades itself. The cries of the millions of dead souls fill his ears.[/i]

Buliwyf: Why have you brought me here? I wasn't the last to finish I was the first!

Evil: Because I don't believe you completed the course. Think of this as a final test of your skills. Survive, you walk.

Buliwyf: Very well.

Evil: Your first task will be to defeat a criminal from the Demon Realm. He was sent here for going to the Realm of Man without permission. His name is...Belok.

[i]Just then, the magma directly below Buliwyf pulled back, revealing an iron gate. The gate swung open, and from it flew a bright yellow figure. After a moment of dancing about in it's new freedom, the creature stopped, and turned to face Evil.

Evil stared at him blankly for a second, and the creature called Belok nodded. Buliwyf suddenly felt a loss of coordination, and then realized he was falling to the magma. Thinking quickly, he used his newly sharpened skills to cool a portion of the magma, and then he hit it with tremendous force, breaking his own leg.[/i]

Evil: Haha, you won't be able to fight like that, my friend.

[i]Buliwyf looked up at Lucifer and Belok. He knew he wouldn't be able to catch Evil off-guard, but perhaps the Demon could be taken. Just when that thought entered his mind, Belok's fist kissed his nose. Buliwyf slid nearly off the rock, but clawed into it's surface to stop himself.[/i]

Buliwyf: Argh!

Belok: Noom nieh!

Buliwyf: I don't speak that language, it's far too old!

Evil: He says, "Die well."

[i]Buliwyf thought back...he searched his memory from a method to block pain, a healing technique, something. He probed his bone structure with his mind.[/i]

Buliwyf: (thinking)The break isn't too bad. I should be able to stand. Just this pain...(/thinking)

[i]Buliwyf drew his sword and used it to aid himself in standing. Then he looked at his foe...tall, with no features at all. Just a lean body, large wings, and he seemed to be both filled and covered with a yellowish-orange flame. He(though his face had no orafices with which to make expressions) seemed to be smirking at Buliwyf.[/i]

Buliwyf: You find this funny, eh?

Belok: Noom...

Buliwyf: Can you say anything else?

Belok:...nieh

[i]Suddenly, the creature flew straight up to the top of the cave and dispeared into a fissure.

Buliwyf sat back down quickly and wrapped his leg with a linen soaked in some brew. He did this hoping it would ease his pain. He then rose again.[/i]

Buliwyf: It seems your beast is afraid, Satan.

[i]No sooner had he spoke than had Belok again struck him...this time from behind.[/i]

Buliwyf: Gah!

[i]Angry, Buliwyf turned to face his foe again.[/i]

Buliwyf: Vos amplexor!

[i]Speaking the words which translate into "You're welcome", Buliwyf rose up into the air and a great wind came from all the tunnels, crags, and fissure throughout the cave. All of them were focused on Belok. He was crushed against the rock, then with a gesture of the hand, Buliwyf had his winds again part the magma, and slam Belok back into his prison. He then let the magme fill in over it, and cooled it so that he would be sealed in his cage for eternity.[/i]

Buliwyf: Have I proven my worth yet?!

Evil: Well done, Buliwyf, well done. I suppose Ican hold you here no longer. Though, I indeed knew you had finished the course, I just wanted some entertainment, you see. Now...

[i]Everything faded back into the cold stone staircase, and nothing but Evil's voice remained.[/i]

Evil:...Go along.

-Justin

[PiroMunkie]

[size=1][i]The silver light in the heavens shone down on the tranquil world below. A small, but busy, town in the hills seemed to bathe in the radiance, but not even the purest of light could reach every corner. In these shadows is where all tranquility was lost. The paths on which they fall had been tainted with the life of the people throughout the town's history all through a seemingly never-ending war with monstrous agressors from a bit further north. The creatures were small in number, but what they had in ability seemed to make up for that. It was not until about a year ago that they were able to allegedly finish off the last of the creatures with an ambush in their homes. A lynching is what it was. Out of pure fear, the people never wanted to refer to these creatures as to what they really were, so they just referred to them as "them". Regardless, "they" were vampires. Every single one of them.

The war between the vampires of the north and the people of the town came to a hault, as was said, a little over a year ago. The final family of Malick was rid of and their home burned to ashes in the process. Each was slaughtered and brought out into the daylight to fry into the dust frmo which they came, but their was one peculiar exception. The youngest of the family, a male, was the last to be killed. Upon seeing his parents' brutal demise, he took in hand the family sword and fought valiantly as much as he could. His blind rage took him out in the daylight to continue his revenge, but the pain of the sunlight weakened him enabling the villagers to overpower him and stick him through with a pitchfork to his own home. Although he did scream in agony and lose the life he had, his body did not burn like the others. It remained pinned, not even being scorched by the flames as his house burned down. After all was said and done, the villagers buried the boy and his sword far, far beneath the earth. So much that they believed not even "it" could resurface.

It has been a year since that time, and the quiet of this town will soon be interrupted by vengeance.[/i]



OOC: My word, that was horrible RPing on my part... -__-[/size]

[Justin]

[i]Buliwyf arrived by horseback a couple weeks later in a small Spanish trading post. This place, Spain, was so far from his frozen homeland in the Far North that he felt like some beast from another realm among the shorter, darker Spainish. Buliwyf made his way into a local lord's home. They were hosting a party of some sort, and as in his homeland, he assumed all were welcome.[/i]

Guard: Stop right there, friend.

[i]The Spainish guard pointed the end of his spear at Buliwyf's torso.[/i]

Guard: Who are you?

Buliwyf: I am Buliwyf, son of Gilehad, of the Northman kingdom of Rusgrad.

Guard: I don't know of the kingdoms you speak.

Buliwyf: What kind of lord rules this hall, that he doesn't allow all warriors to drink with him?

Guard: I serve the Lord Hildalgo, who rules all the land between here and the Duero.

Buliwyf: So...I cannot drink?

[i]Buliwyf took a giant step toward the guard, showing fully how much larger he was.[/i]

Guard: You may not.

[i]Buliwyf paused for a moment. It would take none of his schooling to defeat this man. Just shove and and he'd out of the way. But Buliwyf wouldn't do so. This man had demonstrated too much courage. He would find another place to drink.[/i]

Buliwyf: You are a brave little man. I give you that. And, in return, you name?

Guard: My name is John the Short.

Buliwyf: I see why the call you this, John. Though, if names were called so for courage, you'd be called John the Great, I think.

John: I thank you, sir. But you must leave.

Buliwyf: I will do this.
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[i][b]In Germania[/b][/i]
[quote][i]A letter from a town in Turkey[/i]
Whispers from the East are telling of a great force headed our way. A force of things unnatural. The Arabs even fear it, and they appear to be raising arms in preparation for war. I have been told that the singing wizard Vainamoinen the Steadfast, still lives to the North. I ask you to send your fastest riders to tell him the word. Not since the Famorians, I fear, has man seen such an unhuman lot. I have seen one of their dead. Even it was fearful in appearance. It was impaled on the wall of a wooden fortress, They say it took days to give up the ghost. Make haste, friend.[/quote]

Rider: See that this is passed along to your lord Renstien. I was told he would know what to do with it.

Castle Guard: Yes, sir.


-Justin

[Corey]

The walk took a good three hours. I could have been there in twenty minutes if I had flown, but I didn't wish to drain my powers and mind. The mans house was small and his animals were many. Pigs snorted about in the yard, digging in the dirt and eating spare slops. A few cows fed in the pasture. It was good sized piece of land. And then there were the chickens. They sat in a mighty house. It had to be twenty feet high and thirty across. Hundreds of chicken sat on the inside, blissfully asleep. My mouth watered slightly at the scent of their blood, but that's not what I was here for.

I walked up to the farmers door and knocked three times. There was a shuffling inside and a few hurried, hushed voices.

[b]Farmer-[/b] "Just a moment!" He sounded paniced. "Who is it?"

[b]Ryan-[/b] "Ryan Schezar. The man who you have the chicken agreement with." It sounded bizzare, but that's what he had called it.

[b]Farmer-[/b] "Just a moment!" He repeated it again. He sounded frightened. I usually didn't make his afraid. He knew humans were not my choice of food. I heard something moved around inside and then movement behind the door. A small slide panel opened up and he looked at me. I smiled, barely showing my fangs, and bowed.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "Sir, we have to have a talk. It's about your crop. May I come in?" He gave me a nervous little smile and nodded. The door opened and I stepped in. I began to feel slightly sick to my stomach immediately.

[b]Farmer-[/b] "I'm sorry about the smell, but I was cooking earlier and I used a bit of garlic." That's what it was... Garlic. I gaged silently, and sat down in a chair. "Now what about my chickens concerns you?" I swallowed hard and looked up at him.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "They seem to be a lesser... Quality than before... I think they may have some kind of... Sickness... Are you sure it was only a little garlic?" He nodded furiously and apologised again. The world swam for a minute and I blinked it away. "I... Um... Need to step outside..." The vapors in the air were getting to me. I stood and found that my legs would not support me. I fell to the ground and vomited. It was tinted red with the blood I had eaten earlier. I looked up at the man. He was frowning.

[b]Farmer-[/b] "I'm sorry Mr. Schezar... Really I am. But your payment is just no longer enough. This man," he motioned to someone that was stepping out of the closet, "offered me seven hundred gold pieces for a vampire such as yourself. Said something about denying your nature. I very sorry... but it is a tough world. You'd understand." The world swam one final time. I barely had enough time to see the pale complexion and cloth covered mouth of the closet man before I passed out.

[Justin]

OOC: I'd like to make a note to everyone. As often as you can, make sure you mention your location in your post. It makes interaction between character much easier to coordinate.

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[i]Buliwyf now had very little to do with his life but return to the lands in the North. He trained so that he might become a wizard, yet now that he had endured his training, he no longer held any interest in a life orbiting magic. He wished he had stayed to his father's trade. He wished he had become a Berzerker as a boy instead of running away to seek the singing wizard.

Having stowed away on a boat going from Spain to Normandy, Buliwyf was able to begin the long trek back home; poor, and unsure of his future, he could only hope what was left of his family would recognize him and take him in.

After arriving in Normandy, he asked for a place where he might stay a few nights. The man at the tavern said(in a very fearful fashion) that he had no room left, but there was an older land-owning farmer just outside of town a bit. He said that the farmer was rather generous, even in such hard times(the land was in a mild drought), and would often put up one or two that the tavern could not.

Buliwyf thanked the man, bought a horse with what he had, and began a short ride to the farmstead.

When he arrived, he didn't like what he saw. He saw a tall, pale-faced vampire enter the home. The man [b]invited[/b] the beast in. This man put away much more than human guests.

He then caught a faint scent on the breeze--garlic. Just enough to sufficiently immobilize the bloodsucker.[/i]

Buliwyf: Excellent...

[i]In his time, Buliwyf had become quite a profficient slayer. His great strength, both of body and mind, had always proved to be an effective stake. Now, with true experience in the field of magic, he should be all the better.

He carefully made his way to the house, and peered through an unshut window. What he saw and heard disturbed him. The vampire who had walked in, now lay on the floor.[/i]

Farmer- "I'm sorry Mr. Schezar... Really I am. But your payment is just no longer enough.

[i]Buliwyf could do nothing but wonder...until another vampire emerged from the shadows inside the home. He almost left through the window right then, expecting the vampire to surprise the farmer from behind, but he stopped when he saw that the farmer was handing over the sick vampire to the standing one, who had his mouth and nose covered.[/i]

???: Bind his arms and feet with this silver-string. Be quick. The garlic is starting to irritate my eyes.

Farmer: Yes, my lord.

[i]Buliwyf waited, watching the events before him unfold. He couldn't understand why the farmer behaved this way. No one who made deals with vampires lived well long.

After the two vampires were gone, Buliwyf knocked on the door.

The farmer jumped.[/i]

Farmer: Who is it?

Buliwyf: My name is Buliwyf. I am a warrior from the North. I came here looking for a place to stay. The tavern owner told me you could help me.

[i]The farmer opened the door, and found himself staring at Buliwyf's chest.[/i]

Farmer: It was said Northmen were large...

Buliwyf: So much garlic on the air...this house would be a dangerous place for [i]vampires[/i].

[i]Buliwyf spoke as he sniffed the air for any other signs of vampires, but the air was too thick with garlic's scent.

The farmer was uneasy at this.[/i]

Farmer: heh, yes. Um...the extra room is in the back. I'm afraid you'll only have your cloak for warmth, though.

Buliwyf: I need no more.

Farmer: Good. I'll be sitting up for a while yet. But I'm sure you're quite tired. You may go on back.

Buliwyf: What do you require for payment?

Farmer: Um...well, just go on back. We'll settle that tomorrow.

Buliwyf: Very well.

-Justin

[Corey]

I was being dragged... The ground was strangely hard. By God did my head hurt. My head hit a large rock.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "Uhhh...." I heard cruel laughter from above.

[b]??-[/b] "Don't struggle. Your hands and feet are bound by silver string. They will cut into you if you do not use caution." I groaned and attempted to move. The strings tightened immediately and lacerated my wrists. I groaned in pain and vomited. I could still smell the garlic on my clothing.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "Where are..."

[b]??-[/b] "We going? You will face The Order Of Demos and account for your treason. You have denied your true nature by forsaking the human food. Now be calm. I have no wishes to harm another vampire, even if he is an abnormality." I struggled a moment longer. The vampire sighed and held a cloth over my mouth with a gloved hand. Garlic fumes flooded my lungs. I passed out immediately.

[Justin]

[i]Buliwyf awoke early. He hated to leave the farmer without payment, but he wanted to get on the trail of the two mysterious vampires as soon as he could, so out he went.

Even though vampires were light on their feet, and rarely left a trail visible to the untrained eye, a child could've followed this one. Either this awake vampire was very stupid or this trail was meant to be followed.[/i]

Buliwyf: Strange...vampires aren't creatures who normally [i]want[/i] to be tracked. Even if they want to set a trap, this is not their way. But I've tracked vampires much stupider than this one seemed who didn't leave such a trail.

[i]It was days before Buliwyf managed to get close enough that another sign became apparant. The smell of garlic on the wind again.[/i]

Buliwyf: It'll be a wonder if the sick one doesn't die.

[/i]It was another two days before he finally found more evidence. A deer carcass...bitten in all the right places. Obviously, they couldn't find a human this far out in the wood.

Then, finally, another three days later, he caught sight of them. He saw them going through a valley into more woodland from the top of a small knoll. He jumped into a dead, but fairly silent sprint.

Still only one was standing, and he was carrying the other. If he could land his sword right before the live one could react, he would stab it into his back, then pull it out and drive it down into the chest of the sleeping one.

But all his running was in vain. When he had only ran a few feet into the forest, he smacked hard into a rock wall covered by vines and moss.[/i]

Buliwyf: Clever beast...

[i]Buliwyf stood up, shook off some foliage, and sniffed the air attentatively. He could still smell the garlic, now more than ever. But he could not smell that distinct vampire odor--stagnant blood. Maybe because of the garlic, maybe because they had gone into so hidden door, he did not know. He began scanning the forest floor for any signs of disturbances.....[/i]

Buliwyf: There...

[i]Just below the top of a small, trinkling waterfall, a piece of rag caught on the rock. He climbed up to it and sniffed it...soaked in garlic.[/i]

Buliwyf: Very odd...

[i]Buliwyf search for any sign of a secret entrance...or even a not so so secret one. Nothing. Nothing at all. He looked down, saw that the water below was deep enough to absorb his fall, and he let go.

The water was only a few feet deep, and not even five feet across. And there was a familiar taste in it--cold, stagnated blood. Vampires were in this pool.

He knew that this fact could mean many things: This could be a watering hole for forest-dwelling men; This could be a watering hole for the vampires themselves; A vampire might have just fallen in recently, or taken a swim; or the entrance he was looking for was in this pool. He dove.

At the bottom corner of the pool, where hardly any light could reach, Buliwyf could make out a very small silver-barred window into a cave below. The silver for him would be no problem, but he was sure that it was not meant to keep his kind out...but theirs. Upon closer inspection, he saw a small keyhole, no doubt used by the privileged vampires allowed in.

He stood up straight. Being that he was so large, the water only came up to the top of his chest in this part of the pool. He drew back his foot, and kicked the bars in. He then dove into the pool again, and disapeared into the cave.

he must've swam for 3 minutes before he finally came to a place where he could come up for air. He did this cautiously.

Peering around in the dimly lit cave, he could only make out the faintest of shapes. He saw a very hulky looking figure(he assumed it to be the two vamps he had been tracking) talking to a normal looking figure. They were standing just beyond the reach of **mirror-light. He then heard a loud noise, like the opening of an old gate, and the hulky figure dispeared into the black, leaving the normal one alone.

Buliwyf knew he'd have to be quick and quiet. Vamps can see much better in the dark than humans can, and if he stood, he'd most definately be seen. Buliwf backed up as far as he could against the cave wall. he then raised up just enough to get his bow and arrow out of the water enough to shoot. He then shot the guard with a silver-tipped arrow, killing him instantly.[/i]

-Justin

[Corey]

I awoke to the sound of a large metal door closing. I opened my eyes and looked around, being very careful not to move. I did not want to alert my captor to my conciousness. I inhaled deeply through my nose. No garlic... Good. Either he thought that the last dose had put me into a coma, or that he just no longer needed it. Both ways work to my advantage. I slipped my gaze down to my wrists. They were still bound with the silver string. I wouldn't be able to do anything untill he took them off. Or could I? He stopped and knocked on another gate. A small peephole opened.

[b]Gaurd-[/b] "Request?" I felt the tension in the gaurd highten. He didn't like my captor.

[b]??-[/b] "Vampire Seeker Lorn Ashtargoth requesting entrance to the Main Council Chamber. Tell them I have what they asked me to find." The man gave a grunt and dissapeared. The vampire shifted me. If he didn't think I was still asleep he would never have done so. His neck was in perfect position to bite. I could drain him in a matter of seconds and escape from this place. My fangs extended slightly. My pupils dialated, giving me an even better view of my surroundings. I could hear the old blood slowly working it's way through his veins. It was powerfull... By the Gods was it powerful... I liked my lips silently. Inching... Going so very slowly... Almost there...

[b]Gaurd-[/b] "Request accepted. You will proceed to the main chamber immediately."

[b]Lorn-[/b] "Thankyou." The door opened and we walked through.

[Corey]

OOC: I do this way too much. *rummages around in a box* Am I too hopeful? *digs deeper into the box* No. I just hate seeing good RPGs wasted. I've waited long enough. *takes out shock paddles and plugs them into the wall* I realize this is a double post and against the rules. *looks at Justin* CLEAR!
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I felt incredibly bad about what I had almost done. It wouldn't have been as bad if I had been being carried by a human, but I almost drained a vampire. A few vampires rushed past us toward the entrance. I took note silently and watched the ground, still remaining motionless. It was important to have the element of surprise. I felt a gust of wind as yet another door opened. This one was large, made out of a red metal. Or it could just be smeared with blood. Either way, it was in terrible taste.

[b]???-[/b] "Vampire Seeker Lorn Ashtargoth, step forward." My captor walked tentatively and laid me on the floor. I shut my eyes tighty. He clipped off the silver string. My wounds healed immediately. "What is the name of the Zu Oxi Balik ve Vaempyroh that you have brought us?"

[b]Lorn-[/b] "His name is Ryan Schezar. I believe his sire lives in the north. His blood smells of snow." The vampires above the floor grunted with disgust.

[b]???-[/b] "Rise Schezar. I know you are awake." My eyes snapped open. Lorn hissed at me for being able to trick him into thinking I was asleep. I stood slowly, noting the small amount of gaurds in the chamber. As I watched, two more dissapeared into the shadows and rushed for the front.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "You seem to have a problem. Vampire hunter perhaps?" The vampires grunted again and looked down at me.

[b]???-[/b] "You have disgusted your race by taking the blood of animals rather than the human prey. However, we do know the effects of this. You have very powerful blood running through your veins. Most likely you posess a great amount of knowlege. We will kill you, I assure you of that. But you will live on inside of us. Now ready yourself. Lorn will carry out your sentence." I hung my head and let out a short burst of laughter.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "Listen. You aren't completely aware of the benefits of using animals instead of humans for survival." Lorn raised an overly large sword. Quite gaudy actually. "Let me demostrate." I raised my hand and Lorn swung the sword directly at me. It stopped a good six inches from my midrift. Lorn looked at me with questioning eyes. "By not having the need to hunt every night, we have been able to not only broaden our knowlege, but our mental powers. I forte in telekinesis." The sword bent around sharply breaking Lorns arm and slicing him in half. "Now a vampire hunter isn't all you have to worry about." My blood was pounding through my veins.