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Elyssa Sahrawian:

Were-beasts. they are more savage animal than a sapient creature, though they were both. Elves used to do hunts of were-beasts in exchange for rewards from the Sudovian nobility. They used to roam in vast hordes, but the elves pegged most of them with silver arrows. They were nearly extinct until the vampires arrived. Clan Gern "civilized" them; taught them the intracacies of trade. If a vampire wants a mortal captured, they shove gold in front of a werewolf's face and offer it a job: capture the mortal for the reward. It has been an effective relationship.

Now were-beasts, once nearly wiped out, are recovering their numbers. It was with great naivete that Ellyssa offered one healing; even going so far as to warn him that he had gone too far with his threats. Yet the were-beast, at last saw the error of its ways. To hunt with marred claws was a detriment to a werewolf. It made it easier for werewolf hunters to kill it, and it made it harder to catch prey. Reluctantly, the beast contained its anger and held out its paw

" I suppose I have acted rash."

he began "

heal me, then afterwards, I suppose I owe you."

He said. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

05-Mar-2020 01:20:29

Ellyssa Sawrawian


Growling at her lowly, the werewolf knelt down beside her, begrudgingly. Werewolves are infamous for their sense of pride. Elyssa may not have listened to the many elven stories around a campfire tell of their incomprehensible decisions if it went against their pride. One such maddening decision was what happened to Ellyssa: First threatening to sell her to Lord Tingus Gern, even knowing she had the power to heal his paw. The werewolf held his hand out expecting Elyssa to honor her word,

"Pain is nothing, elf. Do it quickly.}

As Elyssa examined the wound in his mind, the werewolf struck up a conversation, where he told her a bit of interesting news. What he told her grasped her attention:

"Before I was hunting in this forest, I was hunting up in the northern regions, where I met a group a vampires. These were not your normal vampires, they did not have Clan Gern characteristics. Their faces were not bat-like, many Clan Gern Vampires, they were Purebloods, all of them. human faces, golden eyes. Haughty, bigoted, arrogant. I watched as they raped Clan Gern women, and then swiftly decapitated them with their sabres of gold. they did not fly Clan Gern crests on their sails. The entire Northern region is filled with them with them. "

For Ellyssa, this raised some questions. Who were these vampires? why did they execute their own kind? Were they allies of the resistance? What did this mean for the resistance? Would the elders ally themselves with them? Would the human leaders look past their pride to ally themselves with the very things they despise? If this Were-beast was telling the truth, then everything has changed; it was unknown if these vampires were friends, or foes. Could Sudovia be freed with vampiric intervention? Or would these vampires simply replace Clan Gern as the enemies of mortals? Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

18-Mar-2020 21:47:39

At last, Everyone was freed; they were out of the stuffy castle dungeons, out of the castle itself, and halfway into the forest itself, with the prisoners in tow. Now what? Vyras motioned everyone to follow him. They were in the darkness away from the gargoyles, wyverns and whatever else was in the house of horrors that was the castle. Suddenly laughter ensued from the prisoners; It was a sign of relief; they were free from the castle. Vyras joined in. "Take that, Lyra Thrice-bitten!" He was referring to the leader of the resistance. "Even at 89 fuckin' years old, I still survived Castle Gern! Which by the way, was a suicide mission." Haegar made a bold prediction: "You'll make General for this, Vyras." Vyras frowned at Haegar. " I don't want a promotion, Haegar I want to retire, I want to return to teaching, and I want a nice rest; I disregarded my husband's own worries for this operation; he will not be happy when I return." Antonius joined in. "You would have had an easier time of it if you decided to become a lich, Mr. Vyras." Vyras shook his head. "Then I'd have the resistance to answer to, they don't take too kindly to necromancers in general, as my grandfather found out the hard way," --- The prisoners followed the old man finally into the forest. Towering green trees choked the skyline, dimmed by the moonlight. It was here where Vyras was met by the healer he sent in with the help of drugal. [forestgreen]The healer ran his hand over Vyras, his hand swelled with golden yellow energy, as he did so. Soothing energies caused the old man to relax a tiny bit. He slunk against a tree trunk. "Your heart is strained; to be honest, I'm surprised you even made it out of the castle with your head on your shoulders; I implore you, elder, don't do anything stressful for at least a week. If any of your characters need healing for any wounds, you can use your next post to Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

18-Mar-2020 22:17:03 - Last edited on 02-Aug-2022 20:22:43 by Pink 4 Twink

26-Mar-2020 05:50:59 - Last edited on 26-Mar-2020 06:07:17 by Annie1227

Annie:

Vyras could see that Annie was visibly teetering on the edge of falling over unconscious or dead. He reached in his pack an picked out an elk sandwich. Though it was on stale bread, and the cheese was not fresh, it would do. This was the resistance, and bread wasn't guaranteed to be in quality condition. He handed it to her with a grandfatherly smile. He looked at his watch. 4:25 A.M, it read.

"We need to get out of here, the sun will be up in a few hours, and we don't want to be outside when it does. Enjoy that sandwich." He felt sorry for the poor young folk who had to run all the way to headquarters; Being old sucks, but it does come with a few advantages: He wasn't going to need to do any running, Zurga was going to shoulder the burden. Reaching into his pack once more, he retrieved a spare water skin for Annie. Then the old man took a moment to watch the castle once more. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

28-Mar-2020 17:06:07 - Last edited on 28-Mar-2020 17:39:41 by Pink 4 Twink

Unknown Drow Lady:

Whatever disgusting poison that vampire gave poor Alexandre, it was slowly overwhelming her ability to treat it. The best she could do was brew temporary remedies, and use a cool compress on his forehead to keep his temperature down. The sludge was not only toxic, it was microbial, meaning he was not only dying of poison, he was infected with disease. Only two things could possibly cure him. Those berries, or being turned into a vampire.

Alexandre was feeling slightly better, His mood was as foul as the toxin surging in his veins. This mood was only due to the temporary remedies she worked tirelessly to brew. If Elyssa did not get back here in the next two hours, he'd likely die. Which would be a shame, for he was a talented commander. Next to Alexandre was a dying vampire.

The woman paralyzed that vampire with a hex as well. If all else failed, she'd have no choice but to extract the vampire's blood and turn Alexandre into a vampire. She told him this. Alexandre hated the idea of turning into one, but she told him that his talents as a mage would be improved, and that there's no guarantee that he'd become the monster he despised. He did have free will after all. Still, Alexandre regarded it as a grim fate, and there was the possibility that he'd be killed if he ever stepped foot into that castle. He was after all responsible for many deaths. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

28-Mar-2020 17:23:29

Elyssa Sahrawian:

Falling unconscious, Elyssa has two choices.

1) Remain unconscious until her next post in which case Alexandre may die,

2) Let the werewolf carry her to Alexandre, He may not know what the man looks like, but he can smell the death permeating from Alexandre. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

28-Mar-2020 17:33:30

29-Mar-2020 00:50:46