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Haegar



Humans are such cowards, relying on perceptions in order to escape. when they should fight their way out.

Haegar thought to himself. Zurga stood there with an expression of disapproval. He guessed that she thought the same thing. Orcish and dwarven cultures were more similar than the two gave each other credit for. Orcish weapons and armor are just as prized as dwarven armors. in fact blacksmiths of both races often competed with each other to see who's craftsmanship was better.

The two great blacksmiths of this day and age are a dwarf, and an orc. He knew much of the dwarf smith, Svidi, as she was his aunt. She is a pacifist. Believing war to be pointless, she made weapons for incapacitating criminals, and siege crews, rather than destroying one's foes for years.

Manipulating perceptions was not something dwarves do. in Haegar's opinion. Dwarves are honest folk, they only lie if they think they are being too honest. So it was with great reluctance that Haegar took out his dagger, and stabbed himself in his calf muscles of both of his legs repeatedly. Dwarves are not ones to show pain. Dwarves are masters of pain, so Haegar refused to wince, or show any reaction to the searing pain shooting up his spine.

Plip. Plop. Plip. Plop. Plip. Plop

One, two, three, four, five. He counted the drops of crimson to pass away the time. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

19-Feb-2020 00:53:12

Keldia:

Self-mutilation was something often done in elven culture. Elven boys circumcise themselves at 33, roughly the age of a 9 year old human. It was done in preparation for their first hunt in the forests. Elf-girls burn themselves on the forehead with a round-shaped brand on the back of their hand at 33. It was meant to introduce them to the concept of pain, then the pets they are fond of are slaughtered before their very eyes to introduce them to the concept of death and grief. Such lessons were learned by elves from Bushi culture, and serve to harden elves in general.

Self-mutilation didn't faze Keldia, and she trusted the old man's judgement. she took out her dagger and jammed the blade into her lower rib. Searing pain raced up her spine.

Plip, plop, plip, plop, plip, plop.

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23-Feb-2020 22:55:24

Antonius:

Self-mutilation was not something Antonius took lightly. One wrong move and he was finished with fighting. He observed Erik running the blade into his scalp, and took out his dagger, and replicated the same movements until, at last, Antonius achieved the same results. Unbelievable pain overtook him as he winced and groaned.

plip, plop, plop, plip, plop, plip

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23-Feb-2020 22:59:49

Zurga:

"Cowards the lot of you taking pains not to enter battle and using perceptions to escape a battle when we should be taking the fight to the vampire menace" Zurga whispered to herself. Zurga disliked manipulating anyone. Orcs are by nature honest to a fault. Plus there was the issue of possible infection.

Regardless, Zurga took out her dagger, and jammed it into the hardened flesh of her right thigh. If she were human, she'd be in trouble, but orcs are hardier than humans, elves, and dwarves could ever be.

The blood dripped slowly...

plip..... plop...…. plip...…..plop

She took the same dagger, and stabbed herself in the rib, causing the blade to break and jam itself into her bone. She groaned in pain. Even this was not enough to kill an orc. Thus, out of all the mutilated humans in the kitchen, she had the most believable wounds. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

23-Feb-2020 23:08:23 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2021 17:59:00 by Pink 4 Twink

Vyras:

It was with a deep sigh of relief, that Vyras led the prisoners out of a hole that he blasted into the wall of the kitchen. He was unsure if he'd live through the escape, not only due to flying shrapnel from arrows, but from balls of arcane fire, dwarven terracotta firebombs being lobbed at the castle, most brazenly, the heads of vampires being lobbed back at the vampires as taunts. What better way of making Clan Gern vampiric scum lose their cool than to throw the decapitated heads of those they held dear back at them? When the collective lose their minds, the collective is left suffering from poor judgement.

Any of those could have hit him; or alternatively, he could have died from sudden cardiac arrest. Thus he felt blessed to live through the most dangerous operation he has ever taken part of. He wasn't done yet though; if anyone vampiric saw Vyras and the others moving into the forest, it was likely that they would believe they were disoriented from the loud cacophony of explosions that originated from the kitchen. Just as the cantankerously stubborn old man desired. Vyras took the first limp. The anticipation was palpable.

"Everyone keep in step with me, pretend to limp, It's not likely they will pay much attention to a bunch of disoriented 'vampires.' he told the prisoners. Limping out the hole in the wall as he stepped out, he saw the mess this operation was for both sides. Vampires and humans were left dead or dying on the ground in massive numbers. Truthfully; Vyras was unsure how many prisoners made it out. For the operation to be a success, more prisoners needed to escape, alive than active soldiers killed in the field. Green wyverns flew around the castle spitting venom at elves. Wyvern venom is not a pleasant thing to be poisoned by, and it was not exactly easy to cure. All held their breaths as they limped-- 'manipulating perceptions' as the old man had lectured them on. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

04-Mar-2020 23:49:41

Slowly, the prisoners made their way through the battlefield- through the twilit landscape, torches lit the way around the castle. Though vampires could see very well in the dark. There were still a few things even they could not see at a distance. Thus torches were lit with a green flame. Traditionally green flames were an indicator of Clan Gern territory. Vampires unaffiliated with Clan Gern faced difficulty traversing Sudovia if they were not affiliated with them. Mostly because of local garrisons of vampire soldiers in such areas would pounce on any not wearing a Clan Gern insignia. Thus it was prudent for all vampires to join Clan Gern, or else risk losing mortal prey due to vampiric zoning and vagrancy laws.

It was as Vyras led the prisoners into the forest that a wyvern landed to roost. Wyverns are aerodynamically incapable of maintaining flight for long periods of time; it does not matter how strong the wyvern is; Since they are bipeds, and not quadrupeds, as in the case of their dragon cousins, extra weight is added to the body from the waist hanging down as they fly, forcing extra weight on their wings. The longer the wyvern stays in the air, the more weight it puts on the wings. Evolution has granted them fast movement on the ground to compensate for their inability to fly for long distances, and while their scales are strong enough to deflect ballista bolts, they are not as resilient as their dragon cousins.

The wyvern stared at the 'vampires' in front of it. Like a snake, it stuck out it's tongue at Vyras-- meaning it was sniffing the air. Wyverns are curious, and intelligent creatures capable of saying simple phrases. "Where do you think you are heading? Do you mean to flee" it asked Vyras. Vyras was glad that everyone kept a helmet on. "We wish to find a place to treat our wounded." Satisfied, the beast flew off. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

05-Mar-2020 00:12:41

Wyverns are intelligent, true, but the words clinic, shelter, and medicine mean nothing to wyverns. To them, "shelter" was a byword for "prison". "clinic" was a byword for 'execution chamber' and medicine were bywords for 'wyvern venom harvesting, organ harvesting, and painful death. Intelligent, just gullible.

Annie followed behind Vyras; blood dripped from her hand, as she cut deep into her palm. It was not a pretty wound. Erik was bleeding profusely from his head. Carrying the 101 year old lady over his back was not easy while blood ran into his eyes from his shaven scalp. She was relatively light for the buff warlord, but it was difficult to maintain sight of the others with one hand, and carrying an awkwardly weighted elderly woman clad in vampiric armor. It wasn't as if she could fight or anything.

Since picking up the old crone, she had been begging Erik to put her down and to 'respect his elders.' Problem was that Vyras told them it would be a race against the flames about to ensue the forest as it burnt from what was about to happen to it. Erik was not certain that her heart would hold out. Even Vyras likely wasn't cut out for a run at lung-busting speeds for long periods of time. Given the way Erik saw how the old man was sweating profusely earlier, his heart was about to skip a beat if he was not careful.

Lithia sang elvish lullabies, as she always did; after all; it is the mad who are truly free. Brimblemir, and Keldia joined in, humming a tune that even Vyras recognized. Vyras knew what Lithia was doing though. This time, there was a method to her madness. She was singing a illusion galdrar. All elven cultrual songs are magical in nature, it depends on the magic aptitude of the singer. Lithia was not that magically adept, but anything that could help would. At this point, being in the darkness away from the torches Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

05-Mar-2020 00:17:02 - Last edited on 05-Mar-2020 00:47:55 by Pink 4 Twink

of green fire, being spotted by vampires was unlikely, wildlife could still pick them off, though. Perhaps the galdrar disguised the scent. Vyras did not know much about galdrar; mostly because he could not perform the magical melodies-- no human- dwarf, orc, or drow could. Orcs lost their ability to perform them when they were created, and drow lost the ability as well. perhaps it was retribution from the gods for their betrayal of mankind. Such theological crap was best left to Vyras' husband, Kunigas, the last living holy-man in Sudovia. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

05-Mar-2020 01:01:28