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Cassuarius:

Flying high in the air was easy enough for Cassuarius. Were it not for the enchanted eye ware on his angular face, however, he would not be able to see into the darkness. In fact, Drugal don't have good night vision, at all. Thus enchantments were always needed for night vision, such as the bifocals he was wearing now.

Cassuarius had two missions right now, Informing the various elven commanders of the retreat signal, and rescuing any elves that need to be rescued. Of the elven commanders who survived the drowish offensive, there were three present in the battle. The first task was normally reserved for lower ranking drugal scouts, but Cassuarius was not content to put a lower ranking drugal scout in danger for a task so vitally important.

Verdant trees passed the drugal by as he flapped his wings stealthily past a wyvern. Off in the distance, Cassuarius could see the elven camp with the first commander. Fighting the urge to fly fast, Cassuarius flew low with great speed, as Cassuarius was sure that every vampire archer had his bow trained at the sky to shoot down drugal mercenaries. Not that they'd get many. Drugal have incredibly good hearing. Going low was still incredibly risky, but at least he could get a well-placed kick if a vampire spotted him, and one does not simply survive getting kicked by Cassuarius; his talons were sharpened to be more like spikes, and his leg muscles were strong enough that he could kick through a vampire's armor. If that wasn't enough, he could rip out a vampire's eyes out with his beak. There were plenty of options.

Easy does it. he thought to himself. Flying moderately fast, now Cassuarius passed elves and vampires as they fought. He left the elves alone to fight, it was the drugal he cared about the most, and so many elves fell in battle because Cassuarius did not help them out. However, one Drugal was in a very precarious position high on the rooftops. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

19-Apr-2020 03:34:25

Fighting with only a dagger, and his talons, this poor drugal was facing two vampires. Not wasting a moment, and wanting to protect the drugal in question, Cassuarius flew onto the tower, and landed silently. Cassuarius approached quickly but behind one vampire and raised his right leg to kick the vampire. The kick punctured the blackened armor of the vampire, and his talon in his feet punctured the vampire's flesh, but the inertia of the blow forced the vampire off the building screaming.

This alerted his teammate but too late, as Cassuarius bore his talons on his arms into the startled vampire's eyes before he could do anything. Casuarius then bashed the vampire's skull into the stonework of the castle until it died. One thing became apparent to Cassuarius,. There was a pouch of gold coins on the ground. Cassuarius knew the nature of drugal too well.

"What's your job, Scout?" Cassuarius asked the frightened scout. The drugal was stuttering. " Was trying to deliver news of what retreat signal was supposed to be, commander," The drugal informed Cassuarius. "Then focus on that instead of going after gold coins! Oh, and I'm very disappointed to have to do your job for you. I might have to send a report to the company leader that he might have to dock your pay for unprofessionalism. I want you to return to the battlefield in the meantime," Cassuarious told him.

"That's not what--" he tried to interrupt but stopped himself short

Cassuarius could see the anger on his subordinate's face. He did not care, and flew off the tower to fly low once more.

Looks like Brimblemir's lack of faith in drugal was well-placed Cassuarious thought to himself Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

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Minutes later, Cassuarius arrived at the elven camp. Many elves were wounded and laying in cots to bleed out. The only thing the elf commander, a young mer with short brown hair, blue eyes, and a rather garish scar across his forehead down to his right cheek, had to give them was vodka to dull the pain. His frame was lanky, and he looked very stressed. Any elves who had bite marks to the neck were doomed to die by the commander's hand, as he wanted to deny his men the horrifying experience of killing a friend.

This was more to do with persistent belief that being bitten, or otherwise scratched turns mortals into vampires. In actual truth, being bit just meant you were fed on. This stubborn belief has killed many a good mortal after being bit, since the superstitious just end up killing the bitten out of the mistaken belief that they were killing their friends out of mercy.

Thus as Cassuarius landed to see the commander, he arrived to see the elf commander holding his dagger over a bitten elf's neck. The elf applied pressure to his blade, and sliced the elf's neck from ear to ear. A disgusting gurgling sound ensued. Fascinated Cassuarious flew to the ground but kept himself suspended over the elf.

"Fascinating, groundwalker! Tell me, you are aware that being bit does not condemn a mortal to vampirism, are you not?" Cassuarius asked the commander coyly. "Perhaps you believe in that outdated belief as well? How unfortunate, as I always assumed elves were forward thinkers, unlike those backward thinking humans."

The elf commander began gritting his teeth, but he was not going to give into Cassuarius' arrogant prodding. "What is it, Cassuarius, are you here to deliver news of the retreat?" Cassuarious nodded. "Something like that. I am here to tell you that the retreat will begin soon, and that the signal is a firecracker a stubborn old human commander gave Brimblemir." Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

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The commander took a deep breath. " This is great news, as I am not sure how much more we can take. I will send out my drugal scouts as well to let the other commanders know" He told the arrogant drugal still hovering above his ground-bound contemporary. "Have them join me after they do so. I will meet them above that tower." Cassuarius pointed to the tower he flew down from.

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19-Apr-2020 04:47:31

Vyras took one last look at the oppressive castle. The suicidal foray into that horrid building was over. He took one last breath in... and out. His breath turned into vapor being dimly lit by the green flame in the distance. Without the green flame, the oppressive dark would have obscured Vyras' breath from him.

In.. and out..

Vyras turned to his comrades. "Time to head out everyone." Vyras' news was met with cheers from the 13 year old bushi kid before his mother smacked him on the head. Vyras guessed that she though he might give away their position.

Zurga ran up to Vyras with a worried look on her face. "I heard what the healer told you Vyras, I'm not letting you run and wearing out your heart. Your husband would have my head if you died, and he forced me to promise that I'd look out for you."

Cursed Kunigas, my love Vyras though to himself. Vyras did not like it when people second guessed him due to his age

Vyras took a deep breath and exhaled vaporous breath. " Fuck me! Very well." Vyras put his staff on his back and put his sheathed dagger into his sack before giving her the okay for her to pick him up. She picked up the old man with one arm.

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Erik's wound took a little bit of time to heal, but it was done, and while it would take a little while for his hair to grow back, Erik no longer had blood dripping from his scalp. Sakura rejoined the group. Her presence unnerved many people, but the 13 year old bushi boy was awestruck by her masakari and her wakizashi and her katana, and kept following her around like a lost puppy.

" Cool Katana!" "Can I hold your Wakizashi?" "How many vampires have you killed with your Masakari?!" were among the many annoying things this teenaged boy asked her.

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Annie was excited, Brimblemir was beside her and Lithia was next to him. Finally they were leaving this horrible place. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

19-Apr-2020 05:07:07

Zurga carried Vyras on her back and walked toward the forest's edge. The others followed Zurga into the forest eagerly. As the last of them passed( the 101 year old lady) She asked Erik to pick her up again, as she was unsure if she'd survive the run.

With the last prisoner on out, Vyras told Zurga to put him down for a second. "He took out his vodka from his pack, and lit the alcohol-soaked rag with the last of his mana. Aiming for the dead trees, Vyras threw the bottle of flaming alcohol at the trees.... And hit the trees. Zurga picked him up, and the fires began to spread.

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Brimblemir went into his pack and picked out three potions, he passed one out to Annie. "For your energy levels. You're going to need one of these for the nutrients. I'm not sure how healthy human resistance food is. Even if you were treated to the old man's sandwich, I hope you realize the average human resistance fighter survives off of rock-hard biscuits, stale water, and bland porridge. Us elves have been much more progressive about the health of our warriors." Brimblemir informed her.

Lithia nodded. " It's the reason we are such good shots with a bow, and how I can stabby-stab vampires so easily! Yaaaay" Lithia added before taking off as well. As childish and playful as she was, Vyras took some reassurance that at least she knew better than to play with fire.


Before he began running, Brimblemir went through his leather pack, and retrieved the rocket-shaped firework from his pack along with some matches. As the fires raced towards him, he lit a match of his own, on the fuse of the rocket, pointing up towards the sky before it took off and exploded high in the sky in thunderous explosion up high. As the fires got perilously close to him, Brimblemir took off. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

19-Apr-2020 05:24:25 - Last edited on 21-Apr-2020 06:48:14 by Pink 4 Twink

19-Apr-2020 20:21:20

Balta Mirta:


"What in all blazes was that explosion," Balta thought to herself. Deep inside, she knew what that sound was-- a simple firecracker-- What did it mean? She wondered.

Firecrackers were commonly used as distractions by resistance assassins. Vampires have sharpened perceptions, and that meant better sight and hearing. It was very difficult to sneak up closely on a vampire without a distraction of some sort.

Cutting her way through elves with her bloodied scythe, she made her way to the balcony of a tower to see what was going on. When she saw the hasty retreat, and the forest fire quickly spreading. She watched dumbstruck. Drained of all energy. she dropped her scythe by the wall to watch the escape just as the fires began to spread.

"They're retreating." she said out loud to no one in particular.

"This wasn't a fight to knock out the vampires once and for all then." she deduced

Exhaustion turned to sheer anger though she didn't show it on her face. She was too tired to vent her fury...

Moments later, Vykdyti, Patikimas, and Lexius joined her up on the tower All of them were drenched in blood. All of them were too exhausted from fighting. They just watched.

Balta eyed her son. It was not a look of fury. " I'm going to get you in line whether you like it or not, Lexius. I have all eternity." Lexius, too exhausted from battle gave no lip. He took another sip of bloodwine before Balta grabbed the glass bottle and smashed the glass against the wall.

Lexius was too far gone to do anything about his mother wrecking his drink of choice.

"As I said, I am going to get you in line." Lexius gave no response

Vykdyti remained silent for a until she saw an opening to join in the conversation. "Mortals never cease to come up with ways to annoy us. I will double my efforts and catch the party responsible."

Patikimas chuckled. "No need, I already know the culprit. I knew it wouldn't be long before Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

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That cantankerous, smelly, foul-mouthed codger, Vyras would show his show his face again.

Vykdyti nodded. "There aren't many necromancers among the resistance who could summon entire armies of undead. He's someone I would consider a possible culprit." Vykdyti said, neither agreeing or disagreeing.

Patikimas chuckled. "There is nothing 'possible' about him being the culprit. He was HERE! In the castle; Freeing the prisoners. Generally a necromancer has to be nearby his undead in order for their unlife to continue."

"Great the old man is out of retirement." Balta let out. "I have much to consider, and we still have a battle inside the castle, No more reprieve from the madness, we have to continue on." Balta backed off from the balcony, picked up her scythe and returned to the battle. The others joined her. Except for Lexius who was to drunk to get up leaving a bodyguard to watch over his docile master. The brief reprieve from the battle was over. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

21-Apr-2020 07:39:50 - Last edited on 21-Apr-2020 07:41:47 by Pink 4 Twink

Cassuarius:

Finding elf survivors on the castle walls was tricky business. but it was the only way Cassuarius and his squad highly trained. (If morally bankrupt) Squad of drugal scouts was going to find any survivors at all. Lack of communication with elves fighting in the castle meant that many elves were completely unaware that a retreat signal had been given. Though thankfully a few ground walkers put two and two together. Unfortunately for them, their rescuers were Cassuarius and his motley crew of swindling birdmen. There were roughly 20 drugal. Each elf that came up came to the realization that their rescue was going to cost an arm and a leg.

Encircling the castle Cassuarius came across two elven females battling hopelessly against two breakers. One of Casuarius' lieutenants, a crowman named Cygnus, charged in. Looking something like a humanoid swan with graceful white wings, feathers covering his body and arms, nut not his face, and a garish scar aross his glorious white hair. While technically Cygnus was not a crowman, and neither was he a drugal. He was Draiygul. Cousins to the Drugal, Draiygul live on the southern islands off of Sudovia's cost. Cygnus was the picture of elegance. Too bad that he had an ugly temper, a hatred of vampires and lust for blood so fierce that Casuarius was slightly perturbed by him.

Armed with a blowpipe and darts with tips covered in a curious poison known as Blessed Blightblood. As soon as Cygnus got in range, he grabbed his blowpipe grabbed a dart out of his satchel and loaded the poisoned dart into the pipe. Measuring the distance with his eyes, Cygnus and then blew on the pipe causing the dart to go flying a short distance into the breaker's neck.

The overbearing vampire pulled out the dart from his neck and began yelling obscenities at the swan man. Until his blue skin caught on literal fire of purple flame. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

23-Apr-2020 02:56:35 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2021 18:39:25 by Pink 4 Twink