RPG The Fold: The Day of Reckoning

[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]

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

William: So, that is how the story begins.

??: Yes, my pupil. That is how the Nightmen began.

William: Foul things...

??: All things of this Realm are quite foul, my pupil. You are here to learn to erase some of that foulness through the Black Arts.

William: Don't give me that, Lucifer.

Satan: Heh heh heh...you'll learn to respect my favor of you with time. You see, one of the class you are a part of will not leave this place. I will make sure it is not you. You will do great things for me, I can see that.

William: There have been men to leave this place and do good with what you teach them.

Satan: That is true. However, uncommon. Many who leave here, I retain influence over...whether they know it or not.

[i]Satan gave William a sly grin.[/i]

William: I won't be one of those people.

Satan: We shall see...
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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...Sidian. Sidian 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. Sidian 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-No longer existant...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.

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]It was nighttime in the middle of Torken, the Merchant's City. The full moon shone down, providing light for whatever cretures were up at the late hour, but all was quiet. Ever one seemed to be asleep on this night, from the wealthy merchants, to the poor warehouse workers. A lone guard dressed in blue armor yawned nonchantly, and glanced around in a meloncholly way. He lifted his spear, and walked away to a different area.

4 shadows darted past the back of the guard, twards a nearby alley. The guard turned around quickly, with his spear ready to strike- But no one was there. He glanced around cautiously, listening intently for any sound. After a few seconds of perfect silence, the guard shrugged it off, and continued on his way.

In the alley, one man crept out of the shadows, and looked around. He continued staring out at the street, making sure all was well. He turned back and nodded, disappearing into the shadows again as quietly as he came.

Further down the alley, stood the massive warehouse of one of the richest Merchants in town- Greg O'Connel the Third of the O'Connel Trading Enterprises. Just yesterday at this very warehouse it was bustling with an unusual amount of activity. Mr. O'Connel had gotten in a new shipment of goods, along with several pricey things, from a suit of armor, to antiques said to be forged by the Mystics themselves. Many thought that some of the things O'Connel had brought in had mysterious properties, some even going as far to say that he had brought a curse into the town. But the activity eventually drowned out as the night came, and it was eeriely quiet around the warehouse.

In the back of O'Connel's warehouse was a large set of wooden doors, for loading and unloading. A lone latern was lit above the doors, but suprisingly there were no guards around.

"Just our luck..." Someone whispered out of the shadows, "The bloody fools went on break."

Four theifs crept out of the shadows cautiously, and looked greedily at one another- It was going to be a good pickup for these guys if all went well.

2 of the theifs ran to the door, one of them jumping up and putting out the latern, and the other getting to work on the large iron lock on the door. He tinkered with the lock for a bit, when suddenly the silence was broken with a 'click'. You could almost see the theif's smile in the darkness it was so wide.

[i]Creakkkkkk............. THUD![/i]

Both of the theifs jumped as the doors hit the walls inside of the warehouse, and looked around quickly. To their suprise no guards came still, but they cautiously waited for around a half minute, till they sighed relief.

"These blokes must be bloody idiots" The leader said with a snicker as he walked into the warehouse.

From around the corner, a horsedriven cart came, the other one of the theifs driving the cart, and the other sitting in the back, excited as could be at what riches they would be getting.

The Leader took out a small latern and lit it. It provided just enough light to cause the peices of armor and weapons in the warehouse to shine in the light, the reflection catching each of their greedy eyes.

The full moon seemed to watch their everymove, as the theifs began to decide what all they should take with them. So confident they were that the guards were gone, that the leader began to argue with another theif, sometimes raising his voice quite loud.

As the night wore on, the cart was halffull, enough goods in it to almost ensure that the theifs would never have to work again. The leader stood in the warehouse, hand on his chin, looking around for what next to load up into the cart.

The other three theifs were leaning against the cart, waiting for the leaders orders. They quietly made chit-chat amongst themselves about what they thought would be good to take with them, but none daring to challenge the leader's decisons after already threating to 'kill the next fool' who argued.

It fell quiet, as the leader walked out. "Both of you, come on. It's a large prize that I just found." He said with a imp's grin, his eyes glowing.

The three of them left the last theif outside, as they walked into the warehouse, their feet the only sound that could be heard.

The theif left alone leaned against the cart and closed his eyes, as he thought about what all he would do with his share of the gold.

"New house perhaps? Some new weapons. Heh heh. This is gonna be so godd*mn cool." He thought outloud to himself.

He opened his eyes, and was startled to see a shadow being cast infront of the moonlight from above. He slowly turned, and looked up and started shaking.

"D-...D-... Demon." He said, stumbling back into the warehouse.

Ontop of a nearby roof stood a figure, his face covered by the darkness that he cast down. He had a large pair of wings, both of which were dripping blood off of them.

He swooped down from the roof, and slammed his hand into the theif's heart, blood pouring out onto the street. The theif gasped and looked down shakily as the demon ripped the heart of the man out.

"That stone will be MINE!" It snarled, and charged into the warehouse.

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"Did you hear something Torin?" One of the theifs looked up at the leader.

"Like what?"

"Like... something dripping. Rain or something. But it stopped... I dunno. Forget about it."

"Bloody hell man, if it was some rain it cant very well stop the greatest theifs on this planet!" Torin said with all of the ego he could spit out in one sentance.

The other theifs nodded and looked down at a large box, "So. What is in here, Torin?"

"Magic blokes. Bloody magic is in this damn box." He replied with a grin.

Torin opened the top of the box, and all they saw was a ton of straw. He raised one finger up, and winked at them. The other theifs turned and looked at each other in confusion, and looked back as Torin dug into the box. He scrounged around it a bit, till his eyes lit up like a little child, and he pulled out a small stone that glowed a neon green, lighting up the eyes of the other theifs as well.

"What is it....?" One of them said in amazement.

"I dunno bu-" Torin started to say, when he was interupted.

"It is the Stone of Damnation." A raspy demonic voice said out of the darkness.

All of the theifs slowly turned around, and stared into the darkness where they had heard the voice. Two red glowing eyes opened up and stared back. A small glint from a sword came out of the darkness as well, and each of the Theifs drew their respective weapons, daggers, and stood strong.

"You humans dont get it. That stone belongs to ME now!"

The demon charged out of the shadows and in a quick motion chopped off the heads of Torin's companions without much effort. Torin was scared sh*tless now, and he turned to run, when he ran into another person- A tall man, who was wearing a black cloak. Torin dropped the stone, as the demons hand rammed into his back, and ripped his lungs out of his body. Torin gasped twice as he put his hand to his chest, and fell over dead.

"That was pointless." Ken said, looking up at the demon, "I am Ken Sennen, hired by Mr. O'Connel to guard his warehouse from the likes of you."

"Half-breed..." The demon snarled, "Dont get in the way of me. That stone is going to be mine."

Ken got in a fighting stance, and motioned at the demon.

"You'll have to get through me first, Hornhead." Ken said with a smirk.

The demon growled in anger, and charged foreward recklessly. Ken simply frontflipped over the demon, and quickly spun around, with his leg extended out for a kick. He hit the Demon in the side, sending him flying to the right, through several boxes and out of the stone wall. He ground to a quick halt, and shook his head, slowly getting up, his eyes glowing redder than ever with his anger.

"Looks like hornhead got his *ss kicked." Ken said as he leaned down and picked up the stone, placing it in his pocket.

Outside, a guard turned the corner and gasped in shock. A demon was laying in the road, and was quickly getting up! He looked both ways, dazed at what to do, but then turned and ran twards the Guardhouse.

The demon got up and turned to the warehouse, snarling and drooling. Ken walked out of the hole in the wall, and stared at the demon, waiting to see what his move was.

"You insolent child. How dare you strike me, a Demonlord!"

"Demonlord or not, I'm being paid to keep hornheads like you OUT of the warehouse, kapish? Leave before I have to kill you, which would be unfortunate I guess."

"Half-Breed! That stone is ours! The demons! How can you let these mere men have it when they cannot unlock the power of that stone!"

"I'm not a demon. I'm a mercanery." Ken said while running foreward with his claws extended.

"FOOOOOLL!!!" The demon growled.

The demonlord's sword flew into his hand, as he raised it, swinging it from the right to chop Ken right in half. Ken grabbed the demons arm, and jumped upwards over his arm, landing on the other side. The Demonlord couldnt stop the momentum he built up with the sword, so all he could do is stare as Ken raised his hand, and a spike of Earth rose up, puncturing a hole in the demonlord's stomach. He gasped a loud gasp, as his blood poured down the sides of the spike. Ken walked foreward and slammed a hand into the Demon's chest, pulling it's heart out. It yelled, and a bright blindling light shone out. Raising his hand to block the light, Ken looked away till the light disappeared.

All that was left of the demon was a corpse, blackened and smoking slightly. The spike descended back into the ground, and Ken turned to see a large crowd of townspeople and several guards all staring at him.

"Is Mr. O'Connel here?" Ken shouted out to the crowd.

From the crowd a middleaged man came rushing out, and ran twards Ken. As he approached, Ken bowed to his employer.

"Was anything taken?" He asked exhasperated.

"No. The demon killed all the theifs, and well. *looks back at the demon's smelly corpse* Yea."

Reaching into his pocket, Ken took out the stone and handed it to Mr. O'Connel.

"I believe, that is yours." Ken said with a smile, turned, and began to walk away.

"OH YEAH! SORRY ABOUT YOUR WALL!" He yelled back, and disappeared into the darkness.

Mr O'Connel was dumbfounded, but turned and looked at the medium-sized hole in his wall, and back at the demon.

"What kind of freak did I hire.." He said, shaking his head.[/color]

[Galvatron]

Early in the morning in the city of Shinobi the very young Samurai Kio Sharp got out of his bed still half a sleep after hearing bunch of noise two doors down. Kio puts his armour on and starts to look for his sword.

Kio" Were did I put the sword at, oh under the bed(grabs the sword)okay lets see whats going on."

Kio wallks out of the door and finds out it's no other than the crazy old man Steven !

Kio" Hey old man it's to early to start to get a crowd outside of your house."

Steven" I have forseen the worlds end !"

The crowd goes into a panic and whispers about what Steven has just said.

Kio" Not again last time you said a giant dinousar would destroy the city nothing happen, and another time you said something stupit."

Steven" It's true it has to do with answers about why your brother was killed by the evil mystic now it's time to find you'r answers."

Kio" If it had anything to do with that old man then im going to make sure the world dose not end, tell me what to do so I can see why my brother died and why must countless inocent humans must die !"

Steven" You can hunt the forces of darkness down for your brother and all the answers will be answerd for you, then the end of the world will not happen."

Kio takes off from the city to find out the answers he wants, not knowing what or who he will meet or battle.

[PiroMunkie]

[color=indigo]Galvatron: Please try to work on your post quality. It's a bit hard to read what you type.
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[i]Upon a high bluff in the horizon of northwestern Asia, the sun began to set, forcing the blue-gray sky into shades of orange and yellow. Deeper, and more contrasting, cast shadows were thrown from the scarce trees and brush that grew in a scattered and unorganized manner. The foliage in this area were very barren and dry despite the relatively nice weather. The dirt was hard, dry, and cracked.

The colors in the sky had by now transformed into deeper shades of pink and red, with purple strongly seen in the distance. As the light began to fade, shadows faded just as it did. The darkness creeped of the edge of the bluff and crawled along its surface like a predator to its prey. Soon enough, the entire bluff was engulfed in one shadow. A cold, stiff air brushed across the flat pushing the dust into waves. It died down, and all was still....










It was like this for a few moments. Something began to disturb the tranquility. A small area began to push up from underneath. In an instant, a single hand shot up. Chunks of the earth flew into the air, and a small cloud of dirt erupted like a volcanoe then settled slwoly to the ground again. The reach over at the wrist to get a grip in the surface. About two feet away, another hand emerged from the earth. The tensity in them increased as the began to push down as if to push something else up. The ground between the two hands bulged, and slowly crumbled. A man, or so it seemed, ascended from below. Stepping out and away from the hole, he didn't even bother to brush himself off.[/i][/color]



[size=1]I'll continue tomorrow. I'm about to be kicked offline.[/size]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]Standing infront of a nearby cafe, Ken eyed O'Connels warehouse with pleasure. It had been a fun yet short fight with the Demonlord, and had left it's scar on the warehouse. Workers were already swarming the wall in the early morning hours, all of them once in awhile pointing at Ken and saying something amongst themselves.

The smell of cooking from the cafe filled Ken's nostrils, and a large grin came to his face. The payoff from this job would be expetional, better than most of his dead-end low paying jobs- better yet, today was payday. He was glad, for he had been away from his home in England for too long, and something was disturbing him. Some kind of evil was brewing somewhere- But it probably was of no matter. Evil seemed to be cropping up everywhere, even here in southern Spain.

"I mean, I had some evil for breakfast this morning." He said outloud to himself with a smirk.

Mr. O'Connel walked around the corner of his warehouse, inspecting it careful. Two men were folloing him, discussing something of some sort, O'Connel nodding once in awhile- And glancing up at Ken a few times.

Most everyone in town that had watched Ken last night was avoiding him now, the old and the young. It wasnt anything new from other towns. Even as Ken thought about this, a little girl trotted up who couldnt be more than 9 or 10. Ken looked down at the little girl, and she smiled back up at him.

"'Scuse me mister, but can you help me?" She asked while tugging at his arm.

"... What's the problem, kid?"

"Well um. I'm kinda lost. My mom was somewhere in the market, when I got lost in a crowd. Could you help me mister?"

"Sure thing kid. Where do you think she'd be?"

"Ummmm...."

"..."

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

"Well? Come on. Spit it out." Ken said with an arched eyebrow.

".. I dunno."

"........"

Shaking his head, he ruffled the little girl's hair up a bit and leaned down.

"Well. Dont worry about that. Let's find your mom."[/color]

[Galvatron]

PiroMunkie I was in a rush last post this one is way better.
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Kio was walking for 3 hours already then he was just about to enter the worst part of his travailing he was
about to go through a forest .

Kio? Oh great a forest IM so lucky walking into this forest.?

Kio keep walking until he heard footsteps , he looked around nothing was there he started to get a cold
shiver down his spine.

Kio? Who ever is there turn come out and show you're self .?

Kio waited for a answer but no voice came out until he heard the snapping of the branches of the great
trees above him. Kio Looked up to see a a winged Demon that looked angry.

Winged D? Humans look so weak tell me human are you ready to die?

Kio? Why me what did I ever do to you.?

Winged D? I just need to kill something and you're the first thing I saw.?

Kio? Get down here then to meet your end !?

A battle starts as Kio draws his sword to attack the winged Demon, Kio lunges but misses because of the
winged Demon speed , the winged Demon swoops down at Kio and knocks him down, Kio is laying on the ground in
pain as the Winged Demon puts the claw of his left hand on Kio neck about to cut it open. Kio reaches in
his side pouch for his dagger and in that moment he stabs the demons left hand, as the demon took his
hand off Kio neck, Kio got back to his feet and got his sword once more and took strike at the demons
head, Kio managed to cut the head off with luck. Kio got away from the forest with luck but he was hurt
real bad from the attack.

Kio? I see a little town up there maybe I can find a place to rest.?

[Juu]

[color=deeppink] [size=1]"Relee!! What are you doing still asleep!?! GET UP!!"

A young woman jumped from her bed, awkwardly falling back, hitting her head on the post...

"erg... stupid thing..." She mumbled, rubbing her forehead.

She smirked, looking back at the bedpost.

[i]That thing's going to be the death of me...[/i] She joked to herself, brushing her long, raven hair with her fingers. She rose from her bed, and sat up. Sighing, she began to wonder...

[i]I thought an average person needed ten hours of sleep...[/i]

She felt somewhat strange... Perhaps that potion did a little more than let her fall asleep easier... She shrugged, and made her way out of her bed, straightening the sheets in place, and fluffing the pillows back to place. She walked to a small mirror, possibly one of the only ones in the village... She straightened her hair, and slipped on a robe over her beaded dress.

She returned to her bed, and spread her sheets.
All of a sudden, she felt a small lump under the cover. She reached her hand under the sheets, and pulled out a small vile, about three centimeters tall...

[i]What was a vile doing in her-[/i]

She paused. She could hear the word 'vile' rush through her head, like a schoolbell ringing on a holiday... She quickly grabbed a small bag, and ran outside.

[i]No wonder Anai woke me up so early.... agh.. The patiant!! I hope he's okay...[/i]

She ran into a small tent, and quickly grasped a young boy's hand, that was pale, and frail. His eyes also showed severe pain, yet a strong determination within his burning jade eyes. She smiled sweetly at the young boy, as she reached for the vile.

"Relee, do I have to get a shot?" The young boy asked, turning towards her.

"no, you don't need to get a shot. Don't worry. You just need to drink this." She replied, revealing the pink vile.

"But it's so tiny... and it's pink.."

"Would you rather get a shot?" Relee asked, a tight smirk tugging at her lips.

"..fine.. as long as it's not bitter.."

Relee smiled, and walked over to a small counter. She poured some hot water from a kettle, and stirred the liquid from the vile, and water together. She walked back to the boy, the cup in one hand, and a towel drenched with water in the other.

She handed him the cup, and placed the towel gently on his forehead.

"You'll be alright. Just drink all of this, okay?" She assured, placing a hand on his cheek.

"I'll try..." He replied hesitantly, raising an eyebrow at the pink drink.

"Here, I'm leaving for a little while, so Mina will watch you." She stated, walking to the door. "And no pranks. Be good." She said, waving her finger at him.

"I know." He replied grinning innocently.

"I know you~ " She continued, smirking. "She's only fourteen, she's new around here. You two just might get along."

"eww... girls are gross, what makes you think-"

"buh bai~" Relee inturrupted, walking out the door.

She smiled, as she opened her bag, and saw all her viles still there. Relee began to wonder if she really would see a reletive there...[/color] [/size]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]"So ummmm... What's your name, mister?"

Both of them had been walking for about 15 minutes, asking around the market, and searching high and low for her mother. Guessing she had gone home to her own house, they were headed across town.

"My name is Ken. Ken Sennen." He said with a smile.

"That's cool. My name is Tori, and i'm gonna be a powerful sorceress when I grow up!" She exclaimed wide eyed.

"Oh really? Well you know, I'm a pretty good sorcerer myself."

"Really Ken?! *eyes sparkle* Show me a trick! Show me a trick!"

"... A trick?"

"Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes! Pleaseeeeeee!"

"......"

Tori put on a puppy dog face and looked at Ken as he smacked his forehead. He moved his hand a little and looked at her with one eye and sighed a bit.

"Fine.." He said reluctantly.

"Yay!" She said with a big grin.

Ken raised both of his hainds to his waist, and put them out in front of him. The air rippled as a small black orb grew to the size of a small rock, and floated right infront of Tori's eyes.

"Ooo! It's sparkly! And black!"

"Hehheh. Dont touch it Tori. I dont need you to end up dead now do I?"

"Ermmm..." She stuttered and stepped back a bit.

As quickly as it came, the orb left, and Ken looked up as they crossed into a residential district full of the hustle and bustle of many of the richer people that resided on this fair planet. Horse drawn carts passed by quickly, some holding goods, and other holding noblemen.

"We're here!" Tori said as she ran twards her house.

Ken followed behind, hands in his pockets nervously. He always stuck out among noblemen, even if he was one by his father's side- He just didnt look like one. Tori opened the door, and Ken followed in, shutting it quietly behind him.

"Momma. I'm home."

"Tori! Oh my goodness I was worried sick.." Her mother cryed out of the kitchen in relief.

With his work done, Ken said "I'm glad she's home. I guess i'll be going now."

"No no. Let me thank you, I insist." The mother called out.

In walked the most beutiful woman Ken had ever layed his eyes on, and it left him completely at a loss for words. His mouth dropped, and he stared without any inhibitions.

"Thank you so much for saving my daughter... She's all that I have."

"... Nnnn... Nnnnn... N-n-n-n-no problem M-m-ma'am." Ken stammered out like a drunken fool.

Tori poked her head out from behind her mother and giggled slightly at the sight of Ken.

[i]If I caught a glance at my face I might do the same...[/i]

"She just asked for my help, so I was glad to help her. I dont mean to intrude on you, so I think i'll be going now." Ken said, while bowing slightly.

The woman looked down at Ken's hands and caught sight of claws- Demon claws to be exact. She stepped back with a gasp, and looked up to his face.

"You're a demon!" She pratically yelled.

"Not really. I'm Ken." He said as he opened the door, "If I was a demon, I wouldnt have brought your daughter back silly. See you around town Tori *waves*"

With that Ken stepped out and walked back twards O'Connel's warehouse. This was a great city for his summer house, which resided just outside of town, next to a large pond full of fish, some of them magical mind you. He looked up and decided to stay here a bit longer before he went back to England- But right now, it was time to get his pay.[/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][i] Beatorn stood high and mighty, sitting upon the royal thrown which he had stolen from me. I had killed all of the guards guarding the bowels of Bangand easily enough. But nothing is easy once you become knowing of it. Beatorn turned his ingnorant face towards me, a smirk upon it which made me just want to slap it off. But that would come later, I would have to wait. Beatorn made signal with his hands, and some elite guards approached me. I agiley pulled out my broad sword and killed all of them. Beatorn was a fool if he believed this simple humans were a match for me.

[b]Beatorn:[/b] Ahh, I see you have grown strong, my friend.

He said snobbily to me.

[b]Gurthang:[/b] Hah, at least I am not the one who is the coward, knight.

He then stood up stolidly and slowly, as if he had all the time in the world to deal with me. Well I can deal and recieve. He then proceeded to pull out his great paladin sword, Beranor, still taking his time as if it would last forever. The sword was forged specially for vampires. Upon infliction of wound by it, it would burn at my skin, slowly poisining my body as it heated my entire body into nothing but a pudding. Last time I had almost been destroyed by this sword, but this time I wasn't going to lose. This time would be different.[/color][/i]

[Justin]

"Hitakish mishu domu..." One of the students read lowly to himself. During school hours, no one spoke. In fact, even after study hours were over, little was ever said. If the students had any questions, they merely asked them aloud or wrote them down somewhere and they would be answered by firery letters on the wall the next morning. They were fed by a dark hand the emerged from the wall on command. The only conversations were held when the schoolmaster wanted them to be held.

"Him." Satan said as he appeared behind William.

"Wh--what?" William had been sleeping with his head propped on his arms.

"That is the one who will be withheld." Satan said pointing to the student reading to himself across the hall.

William was silent for a moment, "Poor soul..."

"Indeed." With that Satan strolled across the hallway. His laughter broke the normal, every-day silence.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Nostrus Demios Caramin Carnus." The small Demon on the podium called out.

"I am he." A creature, hands chained, stepped forward.

"You are to be executed. You are convicted of the crime of treason...for being the halfbreed that you are." The Demon said condescendingly.

"Since when does being a halfbreed make me unloyal?" The creature asked.

"It's simple really. If your mother had been a human or any other [i]tolerable[/i] creature, you'd be forgiven. But, of all things, your mother was a..." The Demon struggled with the word, "Demo-diyshi." He said in his native tongue, unwilling to say it's common name.

"Vampire." The Creature said, plainly.

Instantly, Demons all over the room hissed and spit and the sound of the word.

"Yes...that. A creature who filthyness is second only to the Hui-Demo."

"Archangels." The creature again said, plainly.

When he said that, one demon actually left at him, but he impaled by his fist, which was no longer chained.

"H--how did you escape?" The Demon on the podium asked in shock.

"Sometimes, the Blood of Vampira has its advantages." The creature said as he bounded onto a balcony in the rear of the giant spherical room.

"Frecutci!" The Demon called out after him.

-Justin

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]Walking silently to the large mansion on the west side of Torken, I walked past row after row of beutiful houses. Some of them had Spainish architecture with flowing arches and large windows, others were distinctly english with a castle look to them, the grey stone walls seeming to stare at me with a forboding silence.

There was a grand fountain in the middle of group of houses, and I stopped to admire the beauty of it. It had a woman with a harp sitting in the middle of a small stone garden, water flowing out of every flower in the small garden.

I slowed down and sat down at the edge of the fountain, and looked down to the ground as I rested. I thought about the fountain, and the image of my mother flashed into my mind. I almost fell over as I turned around, and realized the foutain looked exactly like mom.. Even if I didnt know her, magic does great things for veiwing into your past. I sighed slightly at my curse of being something that isnt that common in this world.. A Demon, yet a human. It was a curse that I could never take away from me, as I lived thousands of years in this form from my Demon blood that coursed through my veins haunting me.

I broke out of my thoughts as a shadowy figure turned the corner, with his sword drawn, blood dripping off the silver edge onto the dust below. Ken looked up cautiously, and saw the red glowing mark of the Clan of DemonLords, the same clan that he had killed a member of earlier.

"What do you want, Moseif?" I called out to the master of the clan. I had delt with this hardheaded killer before- He insists on being the only clan that always shows up on my jobs, and we have had an icy truce for some 4 years now.

"You know why i'm here, fool. You killed my minon who was aquireing our stone. This is the last time Ken, I will no longer tolerate you interfereing with our plans. That stone... That stone... was so valuable..."

I stood up and stared at him, my eyes glowed a slight red as a few sparce clouds rolled overhead. I crossed my arms and stared at Moseif, who seemed to be shaking at the thought of stone.

[i]This is confusing. I know that stone is powerful, but not to this level-.. What is it about that stone?[/i]

"What do you need the stone for?" I said while lowering my glance right to his eyes.

Moseif's eyes seemed to be shaking, and his pupils were dilating. I was suprised that all this was over the mere thought of a stone. Sweat formed on his forehead, beads beginning to slid slowly down his red skin. He blinked a few times, and a few droplets fell down to the ground.

"Moseif?"

He was starting to worry me. He seemed to be sick, or dieing even. His knees bent down a bit, and he started to shake all over. I reached out to him, and placed my hand on his shoulder. I shook him slightly, and he fell over, a giant hole in the back, his flesh ripped to shreads, ribbons hanging out of the hole....[/color]

[Corey]

I sat ontop of a church, contemplating my current life. It had been almost three years since the death of my very best friend David. Yet I could feel him. For the first time in nearly three years, I could feel his presence. It enveloped me. It soothed me. But inside of the soothing was a note of hate. It felt like David but it wasn't him. I thought it was at first only because I was so overjoyed to feel my old friend again. He was, after all the only other Demon/Archangel Were I had ever met besides myself.
[b]??-[/b] "Cooo..." I looked to my left to se a pigeon sitting there. It looked diseased and dying. I reached down and petted the sickly little bird. It cooed another call and flew off. I watched it fly away with a little bit of jelousy. It's wings were beautiful. Mine were sickly things that I had inherited from my demon side. I streached my wings out and felt the familiar sensation of blood dripping down them. I scoweled and flolded them back up. Wretched things... I stood up and replaced the trenchcoat I wore.
I looked around the cloudy sky and jumped off the roof. I landed with a small thud as my shoes connected with the stone sidewalk. The local cafe was just opening. Perhaps I would stop in for a cup of tea. That sounded like a good idea. I walked over to the Yellow Kipper and entered. The person behind the counter gave me a smile and started pouring a cup of tea for me. I gave him a wave and he returned it.
[b]Carl-[/b] "G'day Mr. Schezar. How might you be today?"

[b]Ryan-[/b] "I'm fine Carl. How are the wife and children?" His face fell a notch, but he still retained his store owners smile.

[b]Carl-[/b] "My youngest girl has fallen ill again... I don't have the money to buy the medicine... I'm afraid this time it will take her." He looked up at me, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. I reached in my pocket to grab money for the drink, and stopped.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "Carl... How long have I been stopping here? I mean... Not straight but how long have you known me?" He thought about it for almost a full minute.

[b]Carl-[/b] "I would have to say, you've been coming in here for about six or seven years. One of my best customers." He fancied me a smile and gave me the tea. I took a sip.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "Carl, you make one hell of a good cup of tea." I reached into my pocket and drew out ten banknotes. "Here. Take this. It should be plenty enough to get your daughters medicine and to help out with the other small things around your house." I gave him the notes and he grew wide eyed at the amount of money that was there.

[b]Carl-[/b] "Ryan, I can't take th-"

[b]Ryan-[/b] "You will take it. Consider it a going away present. I'm going away again Carl. I'm not sure I'll be able to get back here again." He looked at me and failed to hold back the tears of gratitude. I was hugged for almost two minutes as he thanked me and kissed my cheek. His hand fell on one of my wings, tucked beneath my coat, and for a brief moment I thought he was going to ask me what it was. He stopped hugging me and stood back, smiling and crying.

[b]Carl-[/b] "Thankyou Ryan, you truly are a godsent." I smiled and gave him a hand to shake. He took it eagerly. I finished my tea and walked outside. The sky was still cloudy. It was ok. The sun hurt my eyes.

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]OOC: Okay, here it is...again "sigh"


The candle light danced on the dank walls of the old monestary. Musky smoke from lit incense wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of mold, freshly baked bread, and cheap wine. Behind the sparsly decorated alter an ancient monk finished cleaning a beate up wooden chalice with an old silk rag. A tall, brooding man knelt in front of him.

Man: "Thank you for recieving me so late father. I hope I have not inconvienenced you."

Monk: "You are never an inconvienence, Mackalic. I only wish that more of my flock were as devouted as you."

Mackalic: "How can you praise my devoution, father, knowing that I am unable to turn the other cheek...I am unable to do our lord Jesu's bidding. I hunt and kill. No that is wrong! I stalk and murder! I only wish I were as devouted as you or Friar Domingo!"

Monk: "Dear boy, you are walking the path God has chosen for you. You protect your flock, as both I and Friar Domingo do...you just hunt the wolves instead of scare them away. Never doubt your destiny boy. Come, let us give you some hot food and a soft bed, tomorrow you will have a busy day."[/color]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]Ken raised his hand, and stared at the blood which dripped off of it. He jumped back and stared around, half expecting the same hole to be blown into his own back. But an uneasy silence fell, the only sound coming from the slow flow of water coming from the fountain, the woman looking as serene and innocent as ever, as the stone flowers around her gently cryed their tears out into the pool beneath them, a lone white bird standing on the edge of the fountain. Ken stared at the bird, as it turned away from him and flew off into the sky, disappearing into a white cloud.

As he turned back to look, Moseif's body began to give off a black mist into the air, and began to deteriorate and rot, blackened flesh falling off of the bones onto the dirt, and slowly turning into nothing. Even his sword broke in half, the pieces being swallowed into the ground- Just like a ship sinking at sea. Slowly, quietly, all it's sorrow being drug down with it to it's death.

His face was locked in shock, no thought in his mind explaining what had just occured. Ken stared down at his feet for a minute, as a wind kicked up, the grass in some parts of the square shifting their stance as they were pushed over by it.

"[i]Could someone have attacked him? No. I would have seen the blast- Or at least heard something. He was talking about that stone, and it seemed to literally eat him alive. I dont know... Its just unreal that Moseif is actually dead...[/i]"

Ken's face straightened as he looked to the exact spot where Moseif was, but saw nothing. As a cloud moved from blocking the sun, he closed his eyes in deep thought. Around 5 minutes passed, and finally he looked up to the sky. A small glint came from a small distance off, the spot where Moseif had died.

Ken got up quickly and jogged over to the spot, and leaned down and picked up an arrow that had been sucked into the ground slightly as the demon died. It was broken in two, the pressure of the magic that collapsed as the demon had died apprent. Ken looked at the arrowhead, and saw some green fluid mixed in with the crimson stains on it.

"Poison.. and a very deadly one at that. The person who did this had alot of skill and determination to hit right on the mark like that. But who could did such a thing?"

"I did." A woman's voice rang out.

Startled, Ken jumped up and immediately went into a martial arts stance. Before him was a young woman, around the age of 20, who had the longest black hair that he had ever seen- it went past her knees. It had some tints of red in it, and her eyes were also colored a mix of black and red. She wore the armor of a member of Moseif's clan, and had a black cloak that blew slightly in the wind.

"And who are you?" I said, still in my stance.

"Raven. The new leader of the DemonLords." She said, looking down at the arrowhead with pride.

"[i]Of course! The DemonLord clan is one of the most volitle politcally. Rumors of a cuu in that clan have been circulating since I was 16- Around the same time we first fought. But Raven... She's changed alot. She's so...[/i]"

Ken stared her straight into her eye, and she shifted incomfortably- It felt like her very soul was being opened up within her, and being read like a book. After around 12 seconds, he blinked once, and the feeling vanished within her, sending a shiver down her spine.

"So. You finally did it... Knocked the old fool out and made way for the newer less-bloodthiristy but more intelligent leader, one that would lead you to dominance in your race." I said while circling around her cautiously.

"That fool was getting in our way. Simple strength will get us nowhere, especially with Half Demon mercenaries roaming about." She replied with a smirk.

"Why now? And why right before he was going to fight me, or at least go on about that god forsaken stone he's been trying to get."

"He wasnt expecting being hit from behind, obviously. So why not now?"

"I cant believe that finally, Moseif is dead... and at the hand of his own daughter."

"Believe it. His soul is already back to whatever hellspawn place he came from." She said as that same damned demon smirk came to her face.

"I suppose so, but I wish to know if you plan to end my life as well." Ken said as non-threatningly as he could, trying to avoid confrontation with the highly skilled Succubus infront of him.

"No. Should I have a reason to want to?"

"I would think not. Heh. But you can never be sure, now can you?"

She looked down at the arrow, and nodded silently, her face etched in thought, planning, and a hint of excitement. I knew that either good things or bad things could be coming with the rise of a new DemonLord, especially one as cunning as this. I'd have to admit, beautiful and cunning- Two traits which are very deadly, especially for a man of the street like myself.

"I was actually suprised to see you here, Ken. It's been awhile." She said, breaking my train of thought.

Even worse for me, she was an old childhood friend. Her mother had been friends with mine, and without her husbunds concent let me play with Raven. Those had been more happy times, but were not as interesting as the hotshot life I lead now.

"Let's go somewhere and talk.. It's been pretty boring without your insane antics, Ken." She said softly, smileing at me.

He nodded, and they both walked out of the plaza...[/color]

[PiroMunkie]

[color=indigo][size=1]Continued from before...[/size]

[i]... This... 'man' was deathly to the eye. Dark and ominous clouds loomed overhead as he walked slowly to the edge of the bluff. A menacing sight to behold. His hair, long and as black as coal, waved softly in the light, cold, and occasional breezes that hit him from the right. Several strands of hair lay strewn about on his face; he did not bother to move them out of the way.

A faint roll of thunder clasped in the distance. He looked to the sky with his paled faced that appeared slightly malnourished and his cold, blue eyes containing a hint of a bloody red, and grinned haughtily as if to taunt the sky. The wind began to pick up. What few leaves there were blew about, and the air was filled with the rustling of those leaves who remained on their roots.

A second boom of thunder roared through the heavens, this time louder, and closer, as if to condescend upon the 'man'. A stronger gust of wind brushed swiftly by the side. In this happening, the man let loose a prideful hiss to what was above. His teeth exposed to the world. His protruding and pointed canines seemed to gleam despite the lack of light. Whatever this... thing... was, it crouched quickly; followed by a direct leap up and out into the air off the edge of the bluff. He hung in the air for some time as the force of Earth slowly began to make its effect.

As he began to plummet earthward, an upward current of air caught the black cloak that shrouded the body of this person. The corners of this shroud felt the cold touch of his pal hands as he grapsed them tightly. The air shoved the rest of the shroud skyward, but was forced to stop as the figure held the ends in his hands. This 'parachute' effect slowed his decent to the ground. A slight glimmer drags attention to his right side at his waist. There was sheathed a mighty blade. The tattered and faded leather on the handle showed that was something of an antique. The luster of the butt and hand guard was lacking.

He finally hit the ground. The impact was relatively harsh as the ground below crumbled, but this presence seemed unaffected. He stood up and drooped his shroud over him once again, masking his dark, buttoned, collared shirt, and faded black pants. All that showed now was his head, hands, and beaten shoes which were as plain as the times.

Standing upright he gazed into the distance. His pupils dialated as his sight penetrated the darkeness. Slowly he rotated his head toward the right. Paused. Then rotated it back toward the left. A faint light shimmered in the far. It shone too solidly to be some kind of natural light. There was a town. Where there is a town there are people, and where there are people there is... a meal.

An open mouthed and toothy smile stretched its way across this figure's face. His tongue slid across his blue-violet lips. A meal, it seems, it exactly what was needed.

Without hesitation, the figured dashed off with uncanny speed and swiftness toward the town. His pupils now retracted back to normal, he could no longer see the light he saw before. It didn't matter anymore. A warm and succulent scent inflamed his senses. He just had to follow his nose...[/i][/color]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]Ken sat down at a table intfront of cafe with a cup of hot tea, the steam flowing into his nostrils, making him smile. He watched Raven order something, and was amazed at how beautiful she looked now- So much different than the little girl he had played with. But, then again, he had changed alot as well. It was especially suprising that this flower of a succubus infront of him had just killed her father, and was now leader of a volitle clan of Demons. Ken simply shook his head and began to sip his tea, silently thinking about the strange turn of events with Moseif, and the looming evil that was building somewhere on Earth.

Raven sat down with a cup of some kind of alcohol, and took a long sip of it, sighing afterwards. When she sat in some positions, you could see the strain of her wings against the back of her shirt, Ken grinned at how lucky he was to be able to suck his wings into his body.

"Tell me, Ken. Where have you been? What all have you seen? My father has been rambleing on about you often, since around 4 years ago." She said after a sip of her drink.

"My problem with the DemonLord clan started with me finding the ancient weapon the BloodSphere on a job for an archelogical dig, looking for ruins of some sort. Your father claimed that the weapon I, on my own, had aquired was now theirs. I refused, and curtly walked away. Ever since, most of your clan hates me, and i've killed more than my share of DemonLord minons."

Raven nodded slowly as I finished, and looked down at the ground, kind of embaressed for some reason. Ken arched an eyebrow at her, and was about to speak, but she looked up at him.

"I missed you alot Ken. It was boring without your insane antics after you left when you were 10." She said with a slight smile.

"I would have much rather stayed with you and your mother.." He replied, staring out at the horizon, "And I missed being with you alot too."

An awkward, "What can I say next?" silence descended on the two of them, Ken just grinning through it all. He had been to hell and back looking for her while on his jobs, and instead she came to him. What an ironic world it truely is.

"Raven, I'm glad you're ok. I had feared that you had been injured during the Clan Wars 5 years ago.." Ken said slowly, looking straight at her.

"Heh. They couldnt have killed me. Come on." She replied with a smirk.

"Maybe not, but I was still quite worried.."

They continued to talk, sipping their drinks every so often. Both of them happy to see the either again..[/color]

[Queen Asuka]

[color=crimson][size=1]Autumn sat upon a stone in the middle of an abandoned garden. All around here were dead plants and leaves scattered around and broken. It was a very sad place, especially in this desolate time of year, but she felt that it suited her mood. She was feeling quite melancholy and old. Although she could make herself appear so very young, she was getting old. At the present moment she appeared as a beautiful young blonde in a while shimmering dress. A silver chain fell upon her forehead where a tiny crescent moon charm rested. She sighed, lying back onto the rock.[/size][/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][i] Beatorn stood long and hard staring acrimoniously at me, his great sword shimmering in his out spread hand. After what must have been eternity he finally stopped his staring, and gave me a sharply edged grin, and began speaking once more:

[b]Beatorn:[/b] So, are you up to the challenge, or are you going to be a coward and use that damned amulet again like last time?

His voice seemed to taunt me, make me feral with an uncouth anger which I could barely seem to contain.

[b]Gurthang:[/b] This time it is to the death, knight!

I felt my anger snap away as the feralty of my mind crackled into an explosion of hate. I pumped my legs and quickly ran up to Beatorn, holding my sword out, preparing to let steel become infliction. As I sliced a wild slice, he easily dodged it as if I were only moving the speed of a sloth. He then counter attacked in a blurr of motion. I reacted just in time, jousting quickly out of the way of his sword. I felt the the blade swipe the air less than an inch from my waist. We then stood face to face, and still he gave me that malevolent smirk. I could now barely control my feral anger. It seemed at any moment it would turn into an insanity which I must quell only by destroying the one which I hate. Beatorn.

As I fed strength back into my limbs, letting out an uncontrolable temerity, I swung a wild swing again at Beatorn. It seemed luck stood showering me then, as if it was a part of me for once. The blade sliced Beatorn, replaying again and again deep into the blackness of my heart. It seemed I lived that moment for longer than I truly did. It was one of the greatest feelings and moments I have ever experience in my life. The beatuful smell of his bloodshed, his echoing cry, his deathly eyes peering out with a fear sharper than the blade of any weapon, him breathing his very last dieing breaths. Oh, it was pure pleasure for me. Pure pleasure in every way I can concieve. Pureness in the purest form. After he had died, I drank the nectar of his life. The very essence of his form. I drank him dry to the drop, savoring the bitter sweet glory of every sip, every gulp, every taste. And after I had done that, I proclaimed the thrown which was my birth right once more.[/color][/i]

[PiroMunkie]

[color=indigo][i]The aforementioned, ominous figure stopped his sprint some one hundred meters before the town. A lengthy trail of dust settled slowly to the ground behind him. The wind was only a cool, light caress by this time. It brought simple pleasure to anyone it touched.

His eyes dialated once again, allowing his sight to focus in on things farther away. With this binocular vision, he scoped the content of the town.

The town was relatively small. One couldn't imagine more than a five hundred count in population. In the center of the town was a tower that stretched above any other buildings and houses around it. Upon the top of this tower was a large disc or shallow bowl, and in this bowl a giant flame to luminate the town around it. The street were bare except for a few town drunks stumbling about the main roads. The darker side roads were empty, and obviously the easiest way for him to maneuver his way about without being noticed.

He let his eyes go back to normal, and began his walk toward the town...










Upon reaching the outskirts of the town he immediatly faded himself into the shadows. The town lacked a barrier or wall, so entry was simple. With an amazing display of speed, silence, and agility the figure dashed in and out of the darkness. He began to approach a well-lit main road from a shaded side road. Before he reached the end, a cast shadow of a person fell across his sight. He froze in place, waiting to see who this person was, and if they would just walk by.

Slowly, but sure the person wobbled into view. It was an older, middle-aged man who seemed a bit disoriented. In the middle of the opening to the road he stopped to try and figure out where he was. He looked around, and into the side road. His eyes caught the presence of the figure. Then with slurred speech and a thick accent, the man spoke...[/i]

[b]Man:[/b] Hello, scchur? [size=1][i]( sir )[/size]

He stumbled into the road, walking towards this dark man that stood in the midst of the shadow. The figure did not move except making eye contact with this fool. The man was now right in front of the figure, looking at him and too dazed to notice how... 'different' this figure was.[/i]

[b]Man:[/b] I scheemed.. to have loshed.. my way. Could you be a kkind fellow.. and hhhelp me a b-bit?

[i]The figure stared at the man in silence as the man stared back up at him with ignorantly hopeful eyes. The figure then smiled a lie at the man. The man, thinking this figure was going to help him, smiled back with a slight chuckle. This chuckle was cut short by a gagging sound. The figure had wrapped an icy hand around the man's neck. The figure continued to smile, but now in a more sadistic manner. The man had his mouth wdie open in attempt to intake any air he could. The figure lifted the man single-handedly off the ground just so his feet were barely off the ground. He brought the man's face closer to his, and inhaled through his nostrils. The figure repulsively reared his head and extended his arm violently away from him still holding the man. The sickening stench of alcohol flared through his senses, stinging at his mind. This man could not prove satisfactory. The figure looked back towards the man who was now almost limp, and whose eyes were severely bloodshot. The figure looked at him with disappointment and tightened him grip quickly... snapping the man's neck. He dropped the lifeless body to the ground, and walked to the edge of the side road.

Peeking out into the main road, there was no one to be seen. He stepped out and walked to the center, then continued walking down the road, deeper into the heart of the town.



He walked around for a while. To no success on this road, he went back into the side roads. He stopped in the shadows and look up into the sky. The clouds were thin and sparse, the full moon was position rather high in the sky. It was approximatetly midnight... give or take an hour. So he had plenty of time to find what he was looking for.

A strong gust flew through the town, then an empty sound made his ears perk. His eye and head darted around looking for the source of this noise, and then he saw it. On the second floor of a well constructed, wooden home the windows to a room were open. The tattered cloth that hang inside rolled in the breeze. The windows were open and lightly tapped against the side of the house. Intrigued, the figure ran towards the house and stopped right in front of it looking up towards the window. He stepped back about five paces, and then dashed toawrd the house again this time leaping unaturally high into the air and landing in the opening of the window. The cloth that acted as curtains still hung in his way.

He reached forward with one hand an parted them out of the way. The moonlight shined brightly through. His eyes followed the light as it ran across the floor, then at the end of the room settled itself over a bed. There was someone there, sleeping, ignorant of his presence. Without a single sound, he lowered himself down from the window and walked across the floor to the left side of the bed. The covers were pulled up over the person's head. With gentle ease he removed them.

To his pleasure, the his now looked upon a young woman, probably in her late teens or early twenties. She had long, curly golden-blonde hair, and fair skin. She wore loose pajamas, that in the moonlight appeared a light blue color. Her shirt buttoned all of the way at the top. He leaned down over the woman and inhaled through his nostrils, like he did with the drunken man. This time he did not rear back. He smiled, and smiled widely. This woman was clean, no impurities about her. She was pure, absolutely pure. He rested his right hand right above her neck. He then moved his hand a bit lower, placing his index finger and thumb on either side of the top button of the woman's shirt. Slowly and efficiently he undid the button, and repeated this with the second button down. Carefully, he opened the collar of the shirt further to better expose her neck.

Suddenly, the woman moved in her sleep. The figure froze in place, and waited until she stopped moving. By now she had turned herself on her side. Begin sure not to waken her, the figure lowered her to her back and open the collar again as it had been ruffled in her turning.

Finally, he lowered his head down to the woman's neck. He open his mouth wide, baring his fangs that glistened in the moonlight. He closed his lips solidly down, then, in one quick bite, he pierced his teeth through the woman's flesh as her warm blood flowed into his mouth. Immediatley the woman woke up and let out a few cries and wimpers, none of which were all that loud. The figure pushed down on the woman's stomach with his right hand to stop her from arching her back and kicking, and placed his left hand softly on her forehead. The woman found this strangley calming, so did not move her head around as much. She just lay there... helpless.

In the middle of it all, the figure heard a jiggling sound at the door of the room someone had obviously heard her first few cries. Without stopping what he was doing he looked up at the door. The handle was turning, and just a moment later, it was flung open...

An adult man stepped in, presumably the woman's father. In his hand he carried a large knife with an eight inch blade. The first thing the father noticed was the open window. His daughter often left that open as she enjoyed the night breeze. He then glanced over at the bed in which his daughter lie content, and asleep. The covers were draped nicely over her and rest right below her jaw. Just before her father shrugged it off as just 'talking in her sleep' his eye caught an impurity on one of her pillows. He moved closer and crouched down beside the bed. It was some kind of stain.. He rubbed it with one of his fingers then brought it to his face. Whatever it was, it was fresh. He brought it to his mouth as he touched this substance to the tip of his tongue. He frightfully fell back onto his bottom as the knife he had slid across the floor. He got back up and grabbed the covers to his daughters bed and slowly drew them away. To his horror, there, below her neck was a pool of blood as it slowly dripped from two puncture wounds.

[b]*click*[/b]

The father whipped his head around to see that the door had shut. He stood up and walked towards the door, picking up his knife along the way. He grasped the handle and opened the door, peeking out. No one was there. He closed it again, and turned around. He fell back against the door in a quick fright. On the opposite side of his daughters bed stood the dark figure. His gaze was locked in with the father's watering eyes. His lips trembled as he spoke something ina foreign language..[/i]

[b]Father:[/b] B-b...Âàìïèð..! *

[i]The word regsitered in the figures head, it was the language that would come to be known as Russian. "Vampire!" was what the man had said. This made the figure smirk. Surely enough, he was a vampire. Darn proud of it as well. The vampire walked around the bed and toawrd the father who cowered back, pressing harder against the door. The vampire towered over the man as his shadow fell menacingly over him. The vampire grabbed the man by his hair and slowly pulled up, forcing the man to stand up all of the way. Even at full height, the father was much shorter than the vampire. With his free hand, the vampire grabbed the wrist of the arm in which was held the knife. He then let go of the father's hair and removed the knife from the man's hand.

The father was frozen in place except for his hands with were blindly looking for something to use against this vampire who stood in front of him waving the knife back and forth in front of his face. The father found something and grabbed it, then quickly brought it up between the vampire and him. A wooden cross...

The vampire was humored by this, and the father watched in horror as the vampire grabbed the cross in one hand, and broke it into several pieces. At the act of this, the light that filled the room darkened as thick clouds filled the sky once again. A familiar roll of thunder pounded in the distance.

The vampire placed his hand over the father's mouth and forced the blade through the man's chest. A loud grunt ripped through the man's vocal chords, but this was drowned out by another clasp of thunder. The father fell to the floor, with his life hanging on by a thread.

The figure moved back to the daughter, who was still sleeping in her bed. When the vampire placed his hand upon her forehead, the woman awoke almost as if by command. He pulled her collar away once more and continued where he left off as the thunder grew louder, and lightning flashed violently in the sky.



When he had finished, the woman lay unconsciously on her bed, a small stain of blood on the sheets around her. Her father was now dead, still in the same place he was. The vampire leaped gracefully out of the window from where he came, and disappeared out of the town...[/i]


* [size=1]Unless you have your broswer set to read Russian text, you won't see that correctly. It doesn't really matter, I just thought I'd let you know that's why it doesn't look like Russian...[/size][/color]

[QuantumCore]

It is night the moon looms overhead its radiant light seeming to illuminate the whole of the town. As the town seems to be spreading rumors and stories of what had happened earlier that night a figure walks into the city and is wearing a dark cloak and having a cold feel to him the crowded streets seem to make a path for him as he walks by. He watches as they stare at him. The figure walks into a some sort of cafe as he walks in he spots quickly one demon female but does not percieve her as a threat and continues to the bar where he calls the bartender and asks for a drink. The bartender knowing what he is states loadly that he dont serve vampires or even were vampires tn his bar.

Bartender: so take yourself elsewhere bloodsucker.

Slade: Cattle should know their place in life, maybe I should teach you. I am no longer thirsty ,,,

Slade looks deep into the humans eyes and continues his statement "But I am very hungry" and with that he seems to move with lightning speed over the counter and behind the bartender and bites down on his neck one of his arms around the bartender his other hand on the bartenders forehead. All the bar is know watching in shock and anger as this vampire drains the life from the humans body. Then just as they had been mezmorized by this event a group of men walk in the door and proclaim themselves to be mercenaries paid to hunt down the vampire which was now finished with his meal.

Vampire: You dont know when to accept that you are just frail humans and have no chance of ending my life.

???: You killed most of men and for that you will pay I don't care how powerful you think you are I will beat you for my vengence.

Vampire: If its death you crave so much I will deliver you to it.

The vampire seems to move fast enough that the mercenary is caught off guard and tries to block the vampires sudden attack on him. But it is to no avail as the vampires hand peirces right thru the mans chest and out the other side, the humans heart being held in this vampires hand. The man looks with horror at the vampire and speaks his last words "M.. My vengence..." and as he dies his companions flee in shick at the vampires swiftness in killing their leader. The vampire pulls his arm out of the mans chest and lets him fall to the ground lifeless and then crushes the heart in his hand and walks out of the cafe. He notices that the demon that he thought would be pursing him now does not seem to be eager to follow him and she continues to talk with a man that is sitting with her, as if they had no reason to get involved with this event right now. The Vampire continues outside and disappears from the demons view.

[Mitch]

[color=red][i] After I had reclaimed my thrown, I had my puny workers construct me my own statue, which stood tall enough for all in Lalaranth to see. It was an exact replica of me, stunningly crisp and exact, beautiful in its own marvel. I then had Beatorn's sword re-forged, and named it Gurblan. Everything seemed to be becoming back to the way it was. My people despised me, always revolting. I married a new wife, and had childern from which to pass on my lineage. Everything seemed normal. Almost to normal. Until after ruiling my kingdom for twenty years more there came a messenger which would change the very course of my eternal life. It was on that fateful, rainy, hell ridden day that all was truly revealed to me. And it is on that day that I will soon speak of.[/color][/i]

[PiroMunkie]

[color=indigo][i]The vampire walked nonchalantly out in the barren land that lay outside the town from which he came. His feed had left him incredibly satiated. It now began to fill him with a lust for more, depsite how much he had already drank. He could not seem to get enough of it. It was blood he needed and it was blood he was going to get.

He was rather distant from the town by now, but as he turned around he could still see it. With a strong pace he walked to it once again.


The sky was beginning to lighten, so he approximated that it was roughly five hours past the middle of the night. Upon arrival, he noticed that there now a few people walking among the roads. He kept his head down enough to hide himself, but not so much that he came off as suspicious. As people passed by they did look at him oddly, but did not recognize him as a vampire. His eyes looked up as he began to enter the middle of the town, which is where all of the shops and inns were located. He was searching for a place to take refuge during the day. He spotted a wooden building with three floors, over the entry door hung a wooden sign with the word "INN" carved into it. He was suprised that such a secluded town that is of a race of man with its own tongue, adapted the common languge so well.

He walked to the inn, and entered through the swinging door and walked up to the front counter which was to his left. The employee behind the counter was a man of age, who was, to say the least, startled upon sight of the dark one. Stuttering, he spoke, and with a heavy accent..[/i]

[b]Old Man:[/b] C-can I hhelp you, s-sir?

[i]The vampire lifted his head and matched his gaze with the old man's frightful stare. He then spoke...[/i]

[b]???:[/b] I need a room for the day. Do you possess one that is vacant?

[i]His voice was somewhat low, very smooth and eloquent, well pronounced, and easy to hear no matter how loud or soft he was speaking.[/i]

[b]Old Man:[/b] Let... me check.

[i]The old man turned around and search along a long table that was full of various keys...[/i]

[b]Old Man:[/b] I-If you don't mind me asking... where are y-you from, sir?

[i]The vampire knew he couldn't really tell him, but if he kept silent it would certainly draw suspicion. So he lied.[/i]

[b]???:[/b] I am a lonely traveller from north-eastern Europe. I move myself around from place to place, and rest in an inn, like yours here, when I find a town.

[i]The old man exhaled a small sigh of relief, for he had unknowingly been deceived...[/i]

[b]Old Man:[/b] A foreigner? Well, I guess that explains some things.

[i]The man finds a pair of keys on the table, and picks one of them up. He turns back to the vampire..[/i]

[b]Old Man:[/b] Here we are, room number 335. That would be on the third floor, and the thirty-fifth room.

[i]The vampire gently took the key from the old man's fingers. Something at the door then caught his eye. A strong light began to seep through the bottom crack of the door. The sun was coming up...[/i]

[b]???:[/b] All my travelling before now has taken its toll upon me; I am very tired. What do I owe in recompense to your kindness?

[b]Old Man:[/b] For one day? That would be ten.

[i]The vampire reached through his shroud and into the pocket of his pants from which he removed two coins, and handed them to the old man..[/i]

[b]Old Man:[/b] Ah, I see you have adapted to our currency?

[b]???:[/b] One might say that. I perform some... night jobs.

[b]Old Man:[/b] I see.

[i]This old fellow was rather gullible. The money which had been handed to him was money stolen off the father of the woman he fed off earlier that morning.[/i]

[b]???:[/b] I must retire. I bid you farewell, for now.

[i]The vampire walked off and up the stairs.[/i]

[b]Old Man:[/b] If there is anything you need, just come to me.

[i]The vampire didn't look back, but merely raised his hand back to acknowledge that he heard the man and continued his way up. Just as he had disappeared around the corner, another person opened the door to the inn as the sunlight poured through. Directly on the area of which the vampire was once standing...



Upon ascending to the third floor, the vampire gazed down the hall in front of him. It turned at the end into another hallway. The vampire lifted his foot to take a step. In the middle of the step he blurred and within a second was at the other end of the hallway. Coming out of the blur, he stepped out on the foot he had lifted before.

He turned to face down the next hall way and repeated this. He looked at the doors around him. They all read in the mid twenties. He then glared down the next hallway, and walked down it following the numbers until finally arriving at room three hundred and thirty-five. Just as he reached for the door handle, he stopped. Beneath the door he could see light... Taking precautions he unlocked the door, then pulled his shroud over his head, covering any exposed parts of his body. With his hand under his shroud he grasped the handle and opened the door slowly. He could most definately feel the heat of the sunlight on his shroud. He shut the door behind him quickly moved into an area of the room where the direct sunlight did not reach its vengeful hand, and removed his shroud from over his face, letting it droop down to its original position.

Indeed, there was an open window. The morning light shined strongly through and across the floor. He moved towards the window staying out of the light, and pushed the shutters to their closed position. This blocked a majority of the light from passing through.

He moved to the bed, which was conveniently placed in the darkest part of the room. He then removed his shroud from himself, and lay it across a nightstand beside his bed. He removed the blade with its sheath from his waist and placed it under the thin, cotton matress.Then he merely lay down on his back with his hands interlocked over his stomach, and eyes closed...[/i][/color]

[QuantumCore]

OOC: hmm *pokes RPG with stick* I think its dead. Well lets see if I can do CPR right.

Slade continues down a dark alley following the fleeing mercs hoping that they flee to the Mercenary bar thats rumored to be around here. Well after some time they finally lead him to that place he walks in and glances around it would seem that these mercs are mostly demon and vampire hunters... just what he was looking for. Loud screams are heard from the building and the only person who walks out is the vampire a trail of blood behind him and then as he walks something rolls out from under his cloak, its the head of the mercenaries for these parts. Slade leaves this town and is now headed towards the town where he is supposed to meet a fellow vampire....

[QuantumCore]

ooc: okay so its dead ... crap i have to bury it now by myself... *gets shovle and digs a 10 foot hols in the ground and throws the RPG in it then covers it up* Well it was starting to look like a good RPG but ... things happen and we will never know how good it could've been ... um ... ahh... RIP.

[Corey]

OOC: This was good... *Rumages around in a drawer. Pulls out two paddles and hooks them to an outlet.* CLEAR!

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[b]Ryan-[/b] "What a large inn..." I turned a corner and it loomed over me. It had to be at least three floors. The sun had just come up but was still shining brightly through the clear blue sky. I winced as the sunlight darted below the brim of my hat. My pupils contracted violently and blurred my vision. I rubbed my eyes and walked into the inn. The man at the counter smiled at me as I walked in.

[b]Old Man-[/b] "Hello sir, can I help you?"

[b]Ryan-[/b] "Yes, I need a room for a day or two. Do you have any available?" He looked at the back wall and took a key off. I have room 235. That's the second floor, thrity-fifth room."

[b]Ryan-[/b] "How much do I owe you?"

[b]Old Man-[/b] "Ten for now. Ten more in you decide to stay more than one day. You can pay me the latter when you give me this back." He handed me the key and I handed him five coins. I tipped my hat at him and walked up the stairs. The hall was very non-desrcipt. It had plain off-white walls, a small boarder of woodwork near the floor and gold lettering on the doors. It took me three turns to finally get to my room. I opened it, wincing as the sun darted into my retinas again. I shielded my eyes and closed the drapes slightly. Traveling is hard work. It makes you tired. I thought about what I was going to do when I woke up, and drifted off to sleep.