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One elf came at him with a silver longsword and made a vertical slash with it. Lexius spun around creating a whirlwind of shadow and used it to block blow after blow. It wasn’t even a fair fight for the elves. Lexius held out his claymore above his waist. His rapier with a sapphire encrusted hilt was strapped on his waist held by an ornate sheath of glamourous gold. It was gaudy and more for show than for use. Vyrl never saw Lexius use the extravagant weapon


After toying with the poor elf who began hurling ice spells at his shadow-sheld, Lexius closed the distance at breakneck speed, finally grabbing the elf by his throat and smashing the poor mer’s face into the limestone stonework in one singular motion. Vyrl heard the crunch of bones breaking-- either the cranium or the neck-- Vyrl thought at first until he saw the brain matter mashed into the stonework.


Another elf, seeing the fate of his comrade resolved to avoid the fate of his squad mate and began firing crystal arrows at Lexius from the far end of the hallway, but Lexius’ speed was too much, as he dodged the arrows and closed the distance in under four seconds. The elf pulled out his dagger and attempted to stab Lexius, but Lexius grabbed him by the neck, unfurled his fangs, and sank them into the nape of his nec. His brutality did not end there. He used his fangs to tear out the elf’s throat and drank the fresh delicious blood pouring out of the wound like a waterfall of crimson. Cleaner before the struggle, Lexius was drenched in fresh, blood. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

09-Dec-2019 18:58:14

Crystal chakram were thrown at him from another elf in front of him Hitting Lexius in the chest, Lexius ripped the chakram out. His wounds were closing rapidly. More importantly the elf did not get the hint: Distance meant nothing for a vampire, much less so for a pureblood, like Lexius, who used his shadow abilities to drag the elf to him, like a dog being pulled back by a leash. Flailing about like a helpless animal, he pulled out his sword, as Lexius dragged his shadow, like a rope, and pulled his struggling body back to him. Upon seeing the blade, Lexius arched the shadow-leash upwards sending the elf flying in the air, before crashing down, crushing the air from his lungs, and sending his sword flying barely past Vyrl-- Another near-miss.--



Another lesson that elf didn’t get was that purebloods need to take a lot more damage than a regular vampire. Lexius though wounded was not in the slightest bit of danger from the wound he sustained. The other elves began backing up from him, just as a squad of Breakers grabbed them by the neck, and brought down their fangs into them. One unfortunate female elf was the subject of Lexius’ more… Primal tastes.


Like the lustful pig that he was, Lexius placed his hand on her breast. She kicked him in the gonads, before he punched her in her face. Blood poured from her nose, which became crooked after the fact, and also knocked her unconscious.

“Drag her to the cells. I will have my fun with her later!”

Lexius declared. dropped on the floor “Been a while since I had fun with an elf.” The breakers laughed. “

Make sure you take her undergarments as a trophy, master.”

One joked.

“Oh, I will enjoy those later. You are free to use her as well. AFTER I have my fun,” Lexius informed him.

More laughter from the Vixnar brutes. Lexius turned around, where he saw Vyrl perhaps visibly disgusted at the lack of maturity being displayed. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

09-Dec-2019 19:00:23 - Last edited on 09-Dec-2019 19:22:11 by Pink 4 Twink

The encounter of the two perhaps sent sparks of resentment of Vyrl’s spine. Lexius is a relentless bully of drow vampires. Lexius’ face contorted into a grin. While Vyrl had no respect for Lexius, the same was equally true of Lexius towards Vyrl. Nonetheless, Lexius was at least attempting to keep his haughty nature in check.


“

Ah, cowardly Vyrl finally arrives! Going to summon bodies to do your fighting for you? You know, one of these nights, I ought to teach you how to use a sword. I’m surprised that you have even survived this far into the siege. I smell cowardice, Vyrl. You are never going to survive this siege without taking risks.”

It was when Lexius saw Vyrl’s hand that he noticed the sealed letter in Vyrl’s hand. Lexius-- as was his right to do so-- snatched the sealed letter from Vyrl’s hand, took out his ornate letter opener, and broke the seal-- that of the vampire bat drinking the blood of a terrified human caricature.-- He read the part of the letter that jutted out to him the most aloud.

“Vyrl. your orders are to restore order to the entire castle. Do not let anyone read this letter, especilly Lexius. Everyone knows how he gets when he is passed over for anything.”

Lexius’ face turned from a cajoling teasing jerk to that of a man holding unbridled malice in his heart. His face contorted with rage.

“WHAT?! How does a lowly drow coward like yourself get the confidence of the spymaster?! It should be ME who got those orders, I am prince! I am the rightful heir! You drow are sheep desperately following the whim of your vampire shepherds for the sense of superiority you were denied under the human dynasty! You are the sheep! Not the shepherds.”

Lexius stormed past Vyrl into the direction of Balta’s other pets.

“We’ll talk about this another time, Vyrl! Be prepared, worm!”

Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

09-Dec-2019 19:02:32 - Last edited on 15-Dec-2019 20:36:31 by Pink 4 Twink

Another elf climbed the walls and attacked Lexius, as he stormed off in an unholy rage. With his right hand, Lexius crushed the elf’s face with his glass bottle of bloodwine leaving the elf with glass shards on his face He then took his rapier and stabbed the dazed elf in the chest as he stood over him, frenziedly slashing the elf’s insides until well after his death. Blood spewed everywhere. Somewhere during the frensy, his rapier blade broke. On the walls, the ground, and the ceiling Blood was everywhere. It was a coup-de-gras of elegance and brutality.

“Damn it, that was really good bloodwine as well!”

Lexius shouted before he picked up the dead body and threw it at Vyrl. “Another body for you to use, fell necromancer!” before he opened the door to his quarters, entered, and slammed the door. A short while later, he came out with a key. What was that drunk idiot doing? Vyrl wondered. He also wondered how Lexius was able to drink that bloodwine swill and not vomit.

He checked on the human slave he had with him earlier. To his anger, she had died.

"Pah, must have kicked her too hard, looks like baby nine-hundred and one has died too!"

For many years, there have been rumors of the half-breed vampires that he allegedly sired. Its been a source of scandal for Balta for many years, even while Tingus was still in charge. Lexius, having regained composure walked off as if nothing had happened. Not his temper tantrum. Not his lustful handling of the elf, and not his chastising of Vyrl. Not even his racist rant, and not even the murder of the woman who was carrying his half-breed child. He simply... Moved on. His Vixnar brutes followed him obediently.



Demither: Lexius has left you with thirty bodies plus the corpses of thirty Vixnar brutes. It is time for the fun to begin. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

09-Dec-2019 19:11:06 - Last edited on 15-Dec-2019 20:34:49 by Pink 4 Twink

Sakura:


It was when Sakura thought it was over that the knot of wood exploded into an aegis of flame shield over Sakura cloaking her in a faint aura of red, and protecting her as the fireball hit her. No damage of her person resulted. Her Masakari however flew all the way from where she had thrown it and lodged itself in the dwarf’s skull. Such shots were rare to behold, but Sakura had done it, the vampire was dead.


She looked around, part of the limestone wall behind her was missing-- turned to rubble actually-- Whoever that battlemage was, she was exceptionally powerful for a dwarf. Coming from outside the hole that resulted from the explosion was a bird-man flying in her direction. It was cawing at her-- a call for attention-- It was a courier. Sakura knew right away from the brown leather delivery bag around its waist, and the iconic red delivery hat on its featherless head. It was lithe and thin, and it was holding a spear, and wearing hardened rough leather armor.


Was it coming towards her to end her life? Encounters with drugal couriers could go either way; the term “drugal courier” is after all slang for “contract killer.” Or was it actually delivering something besides her imminent demise? she wondered. She soon got her answer as the birdman landed beside her. Compared to humans, Drugal tower over them. Sakura was unnerved by the birdman’s size, and the possibility that she might get impaled on a spear. he wasn’t the first drugal courier to go after her life. Cawing again, he spoke. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

15-Dec-2019 04:57:09

“Looks like you needses helps!” he began in his parrot-like voice. He reached into his delivery bag and held out a vampire’s crimson colored armor and Katana concealed in its sheath. It closely resembled the traditional Bushi armors of old Sudovia. Whomever its owner was, was once a proud samurai. Though worn down due to battle, it was still serviceable. It’s sheen was missing, and it needed a good shine.Small nicks were present on the pauldrons and the chestplate. Around the chest plate was a large embossment of an eerie looking skull pressed into the armor,and indenting it raising the metal up in some areas.


Sakura’s curiosity demanded Sakura take the katana out of the sheath.The weapon was well-maintained; most katanas could withstand serious punishment, but this blade was as beautiful as it was eerie and deadly. The shined wooden hilt made of whitewood was sanded to create a shiny wooden surface. The hilt had the consistency of a smooth stone and not methodically sanded wood. the intricate inlays of black silk, floral patterns zig-zagging around the hilt made the blade a masterpiece among masterpieces. The blade was long and curved, and There were no scratches on the blade, which was not wide. On the guard of the hilt was the Lexius’ personal mark A skull, mouth agape with excitement. The Letters “L” and “G” were branded into the eyes. The embossment slightly raising the letters. Sakura grinned. The crow had stolen Lexius’ katana.


“Part of the old human’s master plan,” he told her. “He asked me to giveses you this armor and sword. Erm... Katana. Try it on; then I has unpleasant task of bringing you back to human codger. I fully expect the dodging of arrows and the evading of spells along way!” he cawed again. Perhaps cawing was how drugal cleared their throats. Sakura mused. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

15-Dec-2019 04:58:49

“Ain’t no way I can sneaks you past that dragon. Oh, wait. One more thing,” He said and then got out a vial of vampire blood from a pocket pouch and dumped it on her. “Old human says it’s to mask your human scent from the dragon. I can’t argue with the old man’s reasoning, but something still feels off.


Sakura looked at the drugal. It put the crowman off ease. Sakura could not tell if the Drugal frowned. They all look angry. She thought to herself “What? is it my speech, Many drugals have hard time speaking Sudovian properly, we normally communicate via cawing. Anyway. The old human has pays me well-- 15 gold coins-- So hurry up and get that armor on.





Azi:


Yes going back the way you came is safer, but it’s not quick, and Vyras is leaving soon. He is stalling everyone waiting for Sakura. He just won’t admit it. The drugal is much stronger than he appears; he’ll have no trouble lugging you around, fully armored back to Vyras, while dodging arrows, and spells, and impaling vampires who get in his way. Drugal have very strong back, and shoulder muscles. He could plop you over his shoulder and carry you off as if you were his plunder.


Try that armor on. It is after all how you are going to escape. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

15-Dec-2019 04:59:57

Erik:

Haegar finished outfitting as many prisoners as possible. There were only four people left to armor up. Erik, Vyras, a 13 year old Bushi kid who had been freed from his cell, and the old lady strewn over Erik's shoulder.The kid walked up to Haegar with fierce rage, and a river of unbridled impatience.

"Hey Dwarf, get me my damn armor, and let's get out of here!" Haegar brandished his hammer at the boy. Haegar was not going to take being yelled at by a kid. He wasn't going to hurt the kid, but put him in his place. Upon seeing the hammer, the kid quieted down.

Vyras didn't expect such behavior from Haegar, but in this particular instance, he couldn't blame him. He wasn't sure if he was on the verge of a heart attack due to the stress he was under. Perhaps this was why Lyra Thrice-Bitten didn't want him to fight. Too late; he was here now.

"Don't yell at the armored men and women saving your life kid. What was that virtue you Bushi tout so often. Oh yeah. Patience. I'm not sure we have armor that'll be a good fit for you kid." Vyras stepped into the situation. "Not sure if you know this kid, but we need to think this through carefully, one wrong move and we'll be food for the dragon."

The kid scoffed. "Ha! More like YOU'LL be food for that dragon, you limping hunchbacked, foul smelling old coot!" Some of the other children laughed at the Bushi brat's comment. Vyras bit his tongue. No use cursing out a kid in this situation, he reasoned. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

19-Dec-2019 01:59:37

After some searching around in his pack, he found a katana for the kid, and a set of light vampiric armor around his size. He handed the Bushi brat a katana. The kid unsheathed the sword, only to find a noticeable crack in the blade. With the impatience, and unbridled rage 13 year old boys are infamous for. He looked the gerontophilic dwarf dead in the eye.

"Why such a shitty fucking sword, dwarf?" He asked, outraged that he wasn't being treated as an adult. Haegar was secretly laughing to himself. "Kid, did you think I was going to give you a serviceable katana, you'd cut someone deeply." Haegar explained. "Yeah, a Clan Gern bitch." the kid commented. "Not on my watch." Vyras interrupted "Lyra would have my head if she let one of the rescued children attack a vampire. That sword will get you out of the dungeons, just not in the way you think." It was then Lithia came by singing children songs and skipping around with a horn in her hand

She handed Erik the horn to Erik. "YOU PROBABLY DON'T KNOW LYRA BUT THIS WAS HER HORN WE CAME HERE TO PLAY WITH THE VAMPIRES, BUT NOW SHE'S INJURED!" She yelled childishly, unable to comprehend what truly happened to her friend.

"No, No, Lithia, you got this all wrong, Lyra is not injured she's dead." Vyras said to her.

Azi:

In the coming weeks and years, in RP, Erik can use this horn for many different reasons, including to call for reinforcements, and leading troops. Take it. I find myself liking the idea of a Erik leading troops in battle. He is a warlord, after all. If you want, you can take the horn. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

19-Dec-2019 03:17:04