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Until his blue skin caught on literal fire of purple flame. The skin charred black, the vampire spasmed uncontrollably. It was having a violent seizure The vampire, screaming in agony fell on it's back paralyzed as the purple flames consumed him. When the flames dissipated, only the skeleton of the Vixnar brute remained.

That poison was the reason Casuarius was disturbed by his lieutenant. It was unnatural in his view. While most people call Blessed Blightblood an enchanted elixir. It is, in fact a poison that only harms the undead. The Drugal also possess poisons that harm the undead, but the Draiygul have perfected them, and they refuse to share their recipes.

The two subgroups have long shared a cordial alliance, though the Draiygul have been warring with vampires for longer than any mortal race. Once in a while, the Skyherd Fleet have to land on the islands for maintainance. During one of those landings, Cygnus likely joined.

Cygnus grabbed another dart and fired it at the other Breaker chasing the two elven women. Falling in agony covered in flames, Cygnus put his blowgun back into his belt and introduced himself to the two elves. Though he refused to land. Much like the Drugal, the Draygul consider interacting with ground walking mortals at their height to be demeaning.

"Ladies, ladies! May I suggest getting the hell off this ruined castle," Cygnus asked with a coy smile. The two elven women were silent.

They stared at him blankly. as if to say "Why are you playing this game with two people who nearly lost their lives?"

Cassuarius flew down, picked up the elven women with the talons on his arms and flew them to the elven camp. Though he refused to let them go until they gave him one thing.

"Your rations. Give them here." He demanded "Better to travel light than to go in heavily armed as you are. Which means.. Your claymore as well. Only bows a few arrows and daggers. Your armor too. You have to outrun a fire." Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

23-Apr-2020 03:29:26 - Last edited on 23-Apr-2020 03:33:47 by Pink 4 Twink

Casuarius told the two ladies. Reluctantly the two elves realized that the crowman was telling the truth. They took off their armor and weapons except their bows and armor and gave it to Casuarius. Then they ran into the forest. The fire was spreading extremely fast and had they had barely enough time to get through. Casuarius chuckled, knowing that he conned two women into giving him their armor. The question was whom to sell it to. He had his usual contact, but lately the Skyherd fleet has been needing maintenance work done which meant that he felt it to be his patriotic duty to help supply the materials needed. He would receive better compensation helping out the fleet than selling it to his usual contacts.

The two elven women made it through-- Barely-- Those were the first and only elves he would allow to run into the forest.

"The old man didn't realize it, but he just gives Cassuarius a great excuse to con elves out of weapons and armor" Cassuarius said to himself. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

23-Apr-2020 03:44:51

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23-Apr-2020 04:01:05 - Last edited on 01-May-2020 04:37:13 by Pink 4 Twink

Sakura:

The young boy's mother stood and watched the masked lady give her son a katana. An ordinary mother would be horrified at the prospect of their child wielding any weapon. But the kid had been through so much, and he was taught in the Bushido way. (Albeit the kid had a bit of a mouth on him) She thought for a moment on that.

"Must be those filthy Sudovski friends he had back before he was captured," She said to herself.

'Sudovski' is a derogatory word for any Sudovian of non- Bushido culture. Sudovians and Bushido ethnic groups have despised each other for centuries, she reflected. Yet her son has an open mind for them. She didn't know what to think. Perhaps it was a sign that the next generation saw cooperation between all ethnic groups as necessary. Her father and mother grew up watching their parents murder Sudovians who dared to enter the mountainous regions where she lived. That was just how things were done. If you were Sudovian, you stayed out of the mountains, or you were killed, and yet her son made friends with two Sudovskies.

"SUBAKI!" she shouted at her son to come to her. The young boy afraid of angering his mother, walked up to her slowly. Eventually she lost patience after a mere ten seconds of his slowly shuffling to her. She grabbed his katana, and looked him in the eye. "This is a great gift! Do not dishonor your family and especially your father (rest his soul), by not thanking the masked lady!" He looked at Sakura.

"Th-Th." He couldn't say the words, The boy's mother shook her head in disapproval. "My apologies, Masked One, The boy just lost his father... Subaki…" The boy and his mother sauntered off into the forest.
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With everyone entering the charring forest, It looked Like Sakura was the only one left on the castle grounds, Even Erik was ahead of her. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

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Part III: Racing the Sun

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07-May-2020 05:18:51

The ebony black sky was beginning to lighten in this ever-brightening darkness, the smoke from the nearby forest fire was ever-present, as smoke clouded the field of vision toward Castle Gern. The frigid wind slowly wafted smoke into Vyras’ nostrils as he checked his watch and coughed. Occasionally the other prisoners would cough as well. His watch was just a portable sundial. The moonlight would strike one part of the dial, and the shadow would point in the direction of marks on the sundial. In this way, Vyras could tell that the sun would be out in merely three hours—That was not good—

It was a good thing Zurga refused to allow Vyras to run. Vyras could not take much more stress. For ten non-stop miles, the large group of resistance, and ex-prisoners ran. Vyras would not stop for even the most trivial of matters. In this way, Vyras incurred his first casualty under his command since he got his old squad killed. He was a thin, balding man with brown hair only around the sides of his head around the age of 70.

Vyras, who was farther ahead than almost any of the prisoners; Lithia, Haegar, Antonius, Brimblemir, and Zurga, who still carried Vyras on her back were far ahead, yet still in view of them; None of them noticed the grim fate of the elderly man, nor did they bother to stop—Even as the ex- prisoners complained that the dying man, Mathaeus-- put his right hand over the left pec of his chest, and fell to the ground. A healer walked up to the fallen man. And put his hand over his carotid artery on his neck to feel for any signs of life. “No pulse, Matthaeus is dead.” the healer said quietly Glancing bitterly toward the old man and his lieutenants. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

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“Lathana damn It, old man,” A prisoner shrieked. This caused Vyras to ask Zurga and the others to stop. He previously told them not to stop unless he said so. Lathana is the goddess of lawfulness and charity. Upon her putting him to the ground, Zurga handed the old man his wooden staff, and Vyras hobbled down to see what was going on. A crowd had gathered over Matthaeus, occasionally the haze would cause them all to cough.

Vyras looked at the dead elder stoically, allowing only a single tear to drop from his eyes before regaining composure. “What is this, Vyras asked," outraged that they were putting everyone at risk for a single death.

Yelling, screaming, and hurtful insults filled the air with a cacophony of angry voices. “You know damn well what you are staring at, old man. Your incompetence got Matthaeus killed.” Vyras was used to being called incompetent in his old age. In his youth however, he made fewer mistakes.

“Incompetence, you say, If it weren’t for my leadership, we’d likely not have made it out of the castle alive.” Vyras countered.

Haegar, who had until now remained silent spoke his mind. “ Vyras, you did just potentially damage a relationship with the elves by setting the forest alight.”

Brimblemir joined in. “We’ll settle that later, dwarf. If it weren’t for us elves, Vyras, you and your squad would be dead to begin with. I’m rather surprised we got to the castle in time.” Antonius joined in as well. To defend the old man not to criticize him.

“Even attacking Castle Gern itself with the forces we had was a suicide mission, and yet we joined anyway. Why, because we had no choice. Because joining the dead was preferable than being slaves to the uncaring, conniving bloodsuckers,"

Zurga joined in to defend Vyras as well. “You can like his morals, choices, and logic, or not; It changes nothing-- he saved you-- This whole operation was his and Lyra Thrice-Bitten’s pet project for over a year.” Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

07-May-2020 05:48:39 - Last edited on 09-May-2020 02:26:32 by Pink 4 Twink

A faint rustling sound was drowned out by the chorus of thunderous anger, yet Brimblemir heard the sound. 'Was the security of the party at stake, he thought to himself?'

“Shoosh," Brimblemir said, even as the cacophony of voices grew louder and drowned out Brimblemir's high-pitched voice. He waited for the next three seconds until his eyes started twitching. As the voices began hurling insults at Vyras, Brimblemir began gritting his teeth, and getting angrier and angrier, until Brimblemir withdrew an arrow from his quiver and the bow from his back. He attached the silver projectile to the string and pulled the string back with the arrow in it, until he heard the conformational click of the string attaching itself to the arrow. He pointed it at a random prisoner, Subaki.


Subaki’s mother looked on in horror. Many of the humans with unbroken weapons withdrew their own weapons in case they had to defend themselves from an elf that had seemingly, and suddenly became unhinged from stress. Instinctively Subaki withdrew the katana that Sakura had gifted him. For a 13 year old, he held the katana well. This caused Lithia to unsheathe her serrated silver daggers from her hips and join her brother, as she expectied trouble.

It looked as if the entire party was about to turn on itself. Even Vyras was alarmed at what was transpiring, and at what his old friend was doing. “What the hell are you doing, old friend,” Vyras asked. Vyras could feel the tension in the air. It was as if someone were smoking weeds near a box of dwarven terracotta firebombs. A simple mistake, and… BOOM! A explosive brawl would ensue, and death would consume the entire party.” Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!

07-May-2020 05:57:52 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2021 18:45:08 by Pink 4 Twink