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That was when it hit Vyras. He finally figured it out, or a least he thought he did. He rummaged through his pack, and pulled out some empty vials, he then picked up his staff and then limped over to the dead breakers. He grabbed a finger from the dead breaker that Sakura killed, and then took out his dagger, Vilsind from its sheath, he placed the finger underneath the dagger and began sawing back and forth until he severed the finger. He placed vials underneath the severed area, allowing blood to fill into the thrirty-nine vials he had in his pack. Vyras had a knack for taking unnecessary items. This time, it worked out.


Vyras filled the vials one by one. By this time, all the prisoners, except for a few were armored up. During all of what transpired the prisoners were whispering in confusion as to what the old man was doing.

“What purpose does severing a finger have,”

one whispered,

“how does this help our escape,”

another asked.

“Genius,”

one said who figured out what the old man was up to.. His fellow prisoners asked him what the old man was doing. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

22-Nov-2019 19:38:39 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2021 17:25:49 by Pink 4 Twink

Finally, Vyras spoke to everyone, breaking the tense silence.



“No doubt you all wonder what I am doing, and I shall tell you. I am not senile. In my observations of the dragon, I have discovered a flaw: That dragon is indeed blind, It was ignoring Lithia’s potshots, because it did not know where they came from. It attacked another archer who had not fired at it, when his buddy did, it entombed an invisible mage whom it smelled in ice. There is only so much the rider can control on that monstrosity, he can maneuver it, but that’s all.


A collective sigh of relief from all the prisoners occured.


“Here’s my plan, the armor you are wearing will allow us to sneak past the dragon, as we are masquerading as Clan Gern troops, but not on its’ own. It can smell if you are a human or not, most likely, and it is likely trained to recognize a vampire’s scent, So….” Vyras took a vial of blood and dumped half of it on it on the leg armor of one of the prisoners. The prisoner gasped. “We are going to mask the scent.” Vyras concluded with a crooked grin.


“Brimblemir bring in one of your drugal mercenaries.” Vyras ordered. A drugal stepped forward and cawed like a crow. “CAAAAAAAW! What’s your commandses, human?” the drugal asked in her high-pitched parrot-like voice. Vyras began, “Which of you is a healer?” Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

22-Nov-2019 19:40:49

“One of the prisoner’s, a bald man raised his hand. “Drugal, can you carry him to the dead forest trees?” Vyras asked. “Pay me and I will” Vyras chuckled and handed him fifteen coins. Drugal don’t really have a concept of human currency, because they steal what they need.


“That’ll do! Tell me when you wants him whisked to the forest. CAAAAAWWWW!”


Vyras began again. “We are each going to mimic wounded vampires, and limp, run, or crawl into the dead trees of the forest. Once we are inside…” “Vyras took out his vial of vodka with the cloth inside “We are going to set the forest alight.” Vyras concluded. The elves began shouting at Vyras, “Those are innocent trees! One shouted. “You humans are always so quick to destroy the earth that spawned you!” Another shouted.


The prisoners gasped. “Those fires will spread quicker than melted butter on a tilted bowl!” Another prisoner, who was once a baker shouted.


“Precisely, It’ll spread so fast, that the vampires will be unable to enter the forest after us.


“Vyras,” Zurga began “You can’t run anywhere near as fast as you used to, I will carry you.”

Vyras took out a firecracker and handed it to Brimblemir. "Once we're in the forest, use this. It is our signal for the retreat, make it your own, commander," "As you wish, old friend, though I sense that not a lot of elves are going to be thrilled with this course of action.

"We can fight the blaze, Vyras assured him." Brimblemir's mood turned dour. "I hope you are right." he concluded. He sent out a drugal courier to his commanders. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

22-Nov-2019 19:44:48 - Last edited on 22-Nov-2019 19:45:33 by Pink 4 Twink

Lord Tingus Gern:

He stood on his tower balcony high above the forest below. Everywhere around his tower he saw massive statues of himself. It was as he desired-- an end to the worship of the old gods of vampyrium and the beginning of the worship of him-- Vergas, and vampire, worshipped him from outside his tower. The sight made him feel gratified that he was doing the right thing. The worship of the old gods was over. He just had to stamp it out from the vampires who stubbornly worshiped Belmordia.


Watching the bitter siege that had ensued. His teeth were grinding against each other. What was that woman doing in allowing the humans to attack the castle? He was naturally bald and wore a long black pigmented wig. He shaved his twirly black mustache everyday and he wore a pink gown with the design of the Vampiric Venus, an outfit his Vergas slaves made for him. Mostly because they were afraid his minions would impale them on stakes if they didn’t. Tingus wasn’t into cruelty, Vergas were surprisingly more useful than humans for slave labor. killing them was a waste of time.



In the early days of Sanguinos’ history, there was a war to subjugate the vergas. The war was much like the one here in this place, this Sudovia. There was resistance; only the vergas were subjugated much more quickly, and their strength to fight was sapped quickly, unlike the humans, who stubbornly keep fighting despite the fact that they clearly know that they lost.


Which brought him back to the question of why Balta would allow the castle to be attacked. And then the answer came to him. She must have put Lexius up to the task of defending the castle. Besides. that massive black dragon--massive even by dragon standards-- flying around, freezing humans and elves with his frigid breath was Asmonthiid, so presumably his wife was on board the dragon’s back. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

27-Nov-2019 07:21:23 - Last edited on 27-Nov-2019 07:33:22 by Pink 4 Twink

How unfortunate. He concluded. Lexius was indeed a very powerful vampire-- He could probably kill Balta in a one-on-one fight, usurp her position and once again put a full-blooded Gern back on the throne, or at least he thought Lexius would be next in line if he did. He and Balta have been separated for over 300 years. But Lexius’ incompetence, cruelty, and drunkenness -- All of which he learned from dear old daddy’s servants--and was thus his fault. I... also did tell the boy to enjoy the finer things in life, stupidly.
he admitted to himself, and scratched his head.

All this had cost Lexius the battle for the esteem of the lesser vampires, Unlike the father, who was well-loved before he started having his... Difficulties. He knew Lexius better than anyone. Lexius idolized him once. Lexius was his son and Tingus’ irresponsibility will one day cause the House immeasurable harm. How merciful that Balta took over. he thought in hindsight. Naturally the son of a well-to-do vampire royal became spoiled, and with the spoiling of his son came laziness and, tellingly, incompetence.


For Lord Tingus Gern. Nothing upset him more than watching his son flounder in the face of adversity. The drunkenness began when Tingus, uncomfortable wearing his own male clothes for centuries, and forcing himself to dress as the gender he was forced by fate to be, came to the dinner table dressed in a blonde wig and his wife’s black silk gown. Balta cursed her husband. Lexius was even more upset and left the table. He memorised the day because it was the true day the family fell apart: 525 years ago, three months, and twenty-seven nights ago. At precisely 12:30 AM according to one of his thirty-seven diaries. It occurred on a Sunday, as he recalled. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

27-Nov-2019 07:23:00 - Last edited on 27-Nov-2019 07:38:01 by Pink 4 Twink

It occurred on the night of prayer to the Goddess Belmordia. Which meant the ritual draining of the lifeblood of hundreds of human slaves, and praying to the blood being spilled. Humans, and even vampires from Sudovia, find the vampiric practice of blood-worship odd, but on Sanguinos, the worship of blood is the worship of Belmordia, and it was Belmordia who seduced a human mortal aeons ago with her seductive looks, a glass of wine, her thin frame,and her charm. And after getting him drunk, and laying with him, she bit him in the neck.


Perhaps playfully, as she is often depicted as childish, but the result was a bite through the nape of the neck. Within 3 nights, the man had the telltale thirst for blood. Thus the first vampire was born. At least according to the blood-priests in House Mortis. What’s even more interesting is that the Originatus, back the story, but Tingus long ago suspected that the story gave them power and influence because they are supposedly the very first vampires to be infected. Whether they are the original vampires is another story.




Tingus’ tastes were simple-- Only the finest female clothes will do-- make-up of the finest quality was imperative, black leather high-heels a good bra to make him look more feminine. Those things and those things alone would make Tingus feel like the full-fledged beautiful goddess he was meant to be. But he had the unfortunate position of being head of House Gern. He could never undergo the sex-change spell, without the entirety House Gern laughing at his face and refusing any of his commands. Despite the prerogative of Can Gern being:

do what thou will,

there seem to be a few lines that even Clan Gern members hold sacred. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

27-Nov-2019 07:26:31 - Last edited on 27-Nov-2019 07:29:34 by Pink 4 Twink

In fact the day after he came to that dinner table dressed in his wife’s clothes, rumors of his eccentricities spread. Soon people began clamoring for him to get help being “comfortable in his skin.” It was as if they expected him to be comfortable as a male! The ignorance was palpable. Nothing could EVER make him comfortable with the parts he-- No, SHE-- has currently!


His people began demanding that Lexius take over, until Balta, that shrewd woman, began a whisper campaign against her own son for his drunken buffoonery. Soon rumors began spreading about his taste in women, and then she delivered the final kicker. She claimed that she alone had the mental acumen to rule Clan Gern. Tingus was still lord of Clan Gern, but she took over the reigns of the most patriarchal vampire Great House on old Sanguinos, and relegated the ACTUAL lord of Clan Gern to the sidelines, and eventually kicked him out of the castle they built with human slave labor-- Quite a feat for a woman who was once a mere scribe to a lesser Clan Gern noble-- He simultaneously hated her, and was proud of her at the same time.


Still things have been rather good for Tingus. Since the separation 300 years ago, Tingus now had time for other important things. Such as the hiring of human healers to do the sex change spell on him. As “Lord” of Clan Gern, he still has a vast amount of money to afford such expenditures. However, all of those “healers” have been brazen and rude and have tried to kill him! How atrocious!


Despite offering them the riches of all of Sanguinos. They stubbornly refused to equip him with the female genitalia he deserved. Furthermore they forced him (and his minions) to kill them. He simply could not comprehend why. In fact, he couldn’t comprehend most things anymore, not even reality itself. It is why he became relegated to the sidelines, why his own son rejected him. all of it. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

27-Nov-2019 07:40:16 - Last edited on 27-Nov-2019 07:42:02 by Pink 4 Twink

All around his massive tower, he could hear the agony of all the humans his minions impaled on wooden stakes, burned alive with mage-fire, boiled in the blood of their friends, ripped apart limb from limb, and drawn and quartered. Their rotting corpses could be found everywhere around the tower He did not mind the rotting stench of death permeating throughout his abode. Their screams reverberated around the vast halls of grey limestone.


As he watched the siege of his wife’s castle while draining a poor sod of his blood from a bite to the neck until he fell unconscious and his vergas slaves had to drag him off the balcony and back to his cell. At the same time, another vergas group brought another fresh victim for him to drain. This lad was lucky and Tingus ordered them to return his lanky, nearly naked body to his cell.


A lanky vergas, hunchbacked and with grey skin and a bat-like face, scurried up to Tingus on all fours and grabbed his leg. His breath reeked of decaying corpse meat, and his teeth were stained with blood. Meat strips dangled disgustingly from the gaps between the teeth. His long talon-like fingernails were caked in blood, and feces and he was much shorter than Tingus. He stood a mere three-feet-two inches, as opposed to Tingus, who stood at six-foot-five feet tall. “Master?” The creature asked with a scratchy voice.

“What is it, vergas?”

He said “vergas” with contempt. “

Tired of munching on corpses with your buddies?”

Tingus teased but with an undertone of resentment. Vergas were utter annoyances. They were clumsy and even more incompetent than Lexius because they gladly threw themselves to their deaths to please their vampire masters. The lanky vergas scratched its head.

“If you wish, master Tingus I can bring you your rapier .You are going to defend your wife aren’t you?”

he asked innocently. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

27-Nov-2019 07:45:24 - Last edited on 27-Nov-2019 07:47:03 by Pink 4 Twink