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Vyras:

Cawing Drugal flew down they wielded scythes in one arm, and hide roundshields in the other . Their heads were crushed in, some with their eyes hanging out of their skulls. One charged at Sakura, swinging its scythe like a maniac. Only it never got to her. A dark purple blast of necromantic energy caught five drugal caught in midair. This wasn't a blast meant to kill. their eyes had begun glowing purple, and they switched directions and began berserking with their scythes at the gargoyles above.

With Sakura and Erik distracted by gargoyles, a pale skinned vampire jumped down from the ruined tower with a mace in hand. His facial features were grotesque. He had a giant scar-- likely from a sword-- in his right cheek. It was about to charge at Sakura, but upon seeing the old man, he chose Vyras as his snack-- Big mistake--

Vyras withdrew Vilsind from his scabbard. "Come at me, then vampire." Vyras dared. The vampire stood in place mace in his hands. he grimaced at the old man "Such frailty, and yet such an iron will to fight, tell me, human. What is your name?"

Vyras smiled wickedly. "Why would I tell you that? You can read my thoughts after all. Like any vampire." The vampire maintained his grimace. " there is no honor in using such talents. I shall start with mine. "I am Patikimas."

The name struck Vyras as familiar. "As in Patikimas of the legends?" Vyras asked. "What do you think?" was his answer.

Confirmation?

Prince Patikimas? an interesting opportunity to learn, perhaps he thought. "What happened the day you stabbed your father? Did Metras die in agony? Why murder your own father?" Patikimas did not answer, he charged at Vyras with his mace. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy! =)

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Vyras put up a magical shield. With each swing from Patikimas' mace, Vyras dodged, backing up slowly. A stab from Vilsind, Vyras' enchanted silver dagger punctured Patikimas' arm, causing the skin on Patikimas' arm to burn furiously.

Vyras recalled one of the undead drugal under his control. Charging straight at the so-called legenday vampire with a single-minded determination to kill him, the drugal swung with bloodthirsty fury. One such strike, caught Patikimas' leg. Bleeding from his leg, and his arm, Patikimas, realizing his foe was no mere old man, decided to put away his mace, he withdrew a sword. Just in time for an energy blast from a nearby drugal air blimp. The ground Patikimas was standing upon crumbled, and Patikimas fell into the hole.

Vyras wasn't sure if he heard correctly, but he thought he heard bones crunch.

Up the drugal went again.

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A gargoyle seeing an opening in Vyras' line made a bee line for the prisoners. Vyras chucked a fireball straight at it, causing it to fall to the roof on its knees. Zurga crushed its face with her hammer. Antonius shot a bolt straight at another gargoyle's eyes, causing it to fall down in pain.

More undead drugal came down, this time charging at Sakura and Erik.

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Azi:

You can now control the five undead drugal who Vyras has "hijacked." Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy! =)

13-Jan-2020 23:46:03

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Elyssa Sahrawian


Alexandre did not notice the illusion cast upon him. Balta had swung her scythe at the wrong target, allowing Alexandre to get stab his silver longsword into the dragon. Asmonthiid roared furiously. Asmonthiid took to the air, and Arched his way around back to Alexandre. It was as he landed that a most curious scent caught his nostril. It was not human, it was elven, and it was nearby-- The dragon had caught Elyssa's scent--

Balta noticed Asmonthiid's behavior. "Clever illusions, mage." It makes no difference, your commander will die. Asmonthiid took a step, sniffing the air, listening for a breath that sounded different than his current prey. As it made it's way closer to the tree Ellyssa was hiding in, Elyssa, perhaps realized that she was staring at her doom. With few options, did what did Ellyssa hope to accomplish?

It swiped Alexandre out of the way, knocking the wind out of him, and sending him into a nearby tree, he slumped over with the tree catching his back. Illusions of sight might not work on Asmonthiid, but perhaps illusions of smell, or hearing. Making something with a strong scent seem stronger than it normally is may scare off Asmonthiid, but it was a long shot.
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Riniya

You can have Ellyssa check her pockets, There might be something in them that has a strong scent, using your illusion magic, you can perhaps make that scent even stronger than it is, and perhaps send the dragon scurrying off. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy! =)

15-Jan-2020 23:15:02

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Rend. Stab. Break. Crumble. Destroy. Annihilate.

Slash, hurt, burn.

...burn...

It was so difficult to hold focus. The sheer weight of the power in Vyrl's mind was staggering; overwhelming. This was something he'd never attempted before, and, in truth, it was a wonder he was succeeding. He was everywhere in the castle by now -- he existed, fragmented, across battles beyond counting, and he could not be defeated. Were his enemies running? Were they fleeing him? Regrouping? It was hard to think, hard to concentrate, hard to direct so many. Dozens of loyal soldiers. Hundreds of the lost.

Claim me, o profane one.

He pressed forward. A wave of fragmented emotion overcame him briefly, before he wrested control back. Insanity. Glorious insanity. He... it was hard to think.

I will make you more powerful than you could ever imagine.

Where were they going? How was the enemy thinking? The finer points of the battle were clear to him, on the side of the undead, but it was difficult to try reacting to his opponents -- there were too many of them, in too many different places. Necromancy on this scale was a blunt instrument -- perhaps finer, for his own mastery, but blunt nevertheless, with limitations that made counterattack and outthinking his opponents a challenge.

So numbers would have to do. They --

Wait.

16-Jan-2020 02:16:45

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What had that been, earlier? "O profane one;" hardly the fragmented emotion of a conquering drone. No... he realized it with a chill that flooded through his entire body. That voice had been real. Someone had found him.

And he was still alive.

With enormous effort, he opened his eyes, and nearly fell over from the effort. In his mind's eye, the battles still raged. He could see battlements and feel distant emotions as if an overlay on his own sight and feeling. Around him was darkness -- and there was a light.

How? What?

His summoned drones were losing cohesion; he could feel their unity splintering. He could force them to continue fighting, and fight they would, but they’d lost his strategic guidance… for the moment. The threat to his personal safety was more important. He rose, slowly; the light made no threatening motions. He suppressed another shiver and took one hesitant step towards the edge of the closet. Slowly, slowly. He could do it, but he had to be quick. He was sacrificing advantage against the rebels, but there was no help for it.

In the back of his mind, he readied the command, the one to converge every creature of undeath in the castle to converge on his location and annihilate any who would seek him harm. And he followed the light.

16-Jan-2020 02:16:54

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Vyrl

The flashing blue light led Vyrl to a painting of a man whom all Gern vampires know well- Lord Tingus Gern, standing firm with a staff in his hand A staff with a long gold shaft and a small platinum cast winged skull on the top bit of the staff. It was a Tingus from before his.... troubles. He stood tall, and proud, Lexius stood beside his father with a smile and staring happily at his father. Tingus lived in his own tower now, Vyrl knew that; and Lexius. Well, no vampire has seen him smile that innocently in centuries, Balta got rid of most things related to Tingus, She was most thorough, as well. Whomever this vampire was seemed to have undying loyalty to the mentally disturbed Lord of House Gern.

The light followed shot forth a tiny beam of blue light at the painting, which caused Tingus' eyes to glow blue. The painting opened, revealing to Vyrl the same staff in the painting sitting in a pedestal shaft in the ground. The eyes of the winged skull staff glowed blue

I have observed your mastery of the arcane for some time, O Profane one. Nobody has come close to necromantic mastery you have, since an old friend of mine. What has become of him, I know not. As you can no doubt tell, your minions are weak, and your link to them, tenuous. Such magical laws apply to most necromancers. I transcend such laws. I am the Skull of the Deathlord


As a necromancer, Vyrl would have heard of the Skull of the Deathlord. It respects only power and mastery of the necromantic arts. The creation of a senator and necromancer from an old kingdom on which Sudovia now stands, Its power was palpable. Would Vyrl claim it?

Demi:

So, yeah, the Skull of the Deathlord. What does it do? You ask? It strengthens your link to your minions, stressors that would impact regular necromancers would not affect you. The skull takes the burden for you. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy! =)

16-Jan-2020 03:06:17

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It also extends the range of the link you have to your minions. meaning you can summon minions from much farther away than previously. It feasts on the residual lifeforce of the recently dead, while close to a corpse that has recently died, you will be healed, and it makes your undead minions much harder to kill.

Does Vyrl Take such a useful staff? Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy! =)

16-Jan-2020 03:09:16

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Elyssa watched the copies battle and failed to aid. Balta found the real Alexandre and flung him into a tree where he remained slumped. She dropped her illusion and pressed herself flat against the frozen comrade she used to hide. " Oh this isn't good." She muttered to herself, using a muffle spell to prevent the dragon from hearing her.

Elyssa looked around, knowing the dragon was onto her location. She felt around in her cloak pockets for anything to use. She pulled out a small bag of smelling salts that was standard for any healer. She argued when she was given them as they had lost their potency years ago. This wouldn't be enough to overtake the dragons senses.

She turned her gaze to a fallen human comrade in front of her. His stomach was gashed open and he was clearly dead. She had to scrunch her nose against the smell of death coming off him. A smirk came to her face. "What use would a dragon have if everyone on the battle field is dead?" Elyssa spoke softly, using the same muffle spell around her words and sent them on the wind over to Alexandre, where he and he alone would hear " Do NOT Move." She said it forcefully, hoping that he would ignore his instinct and take an order for once, if he was even conscious.

Elyssa strengthened the smell she naturally gave and cast it off into the forest with an illusion of another female elf as if she ran away. She crawled forward on her stomach to the man who had died earlier and said a soft prayer for the fallen human before running her hand through his wound. She smeared the blood across her neck and laid down beside him, closing her eyes. She took the smell of death and intensified it, overtaking her own scent. She kept the illusion growing and soon the stench of death was so powerful and piercing it brought tears to her eyes. She fought hard against herself to prevent the tears from falling. She had to pretend to be dead, just another casualty in this war.
There isn't one.

16-Jan-2020 13:14:03

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She cast the smell over the battle field and around Alexandre, giving the illusion that he had passed on.

Elyssa remained unmoving, lying perfectly still, barely breathing except when absolutely necessary and doing small breaths to prevent her chest from moving.... waiting to see if her spells had done anything against Balta and the dragon. Waiting to see if Alexandre gave away the illusion by refusing to listen to anyone but himself. She sent up a silent prayer,
Please. Please let them think us dead and leave. Let us survive this beast. Let Alexandre be unconscious and not reveal us.
There isn't one.

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