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Vampyro Naktis {RP}
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Erik:
Deftly dodging the incoming acid was not hard, but with Vyras wounded and out of the fight, Zurga and Haegar clobbering and hacking plants to the side of the road, and Sakura still not even two thirds down the hill. Brimblemir and Lithia had taken acid blasts to their biceps leaving both in considerable pain. Antonius was shuddering in fear. It was the natural thing for someone to do when in contact with these vile plants.
Erik's focus was clear, he needed to save Annie, now unconscious on the floor with many of the detached plants slithering toward her. He was the only one even close enough to risk his neck for her. The question was: Did Erik want to place himself at risk to save her? If so, what was the best way to do so?
"Hey!" Vyras' voice told him. What was odd was that Vyras was injured and all the way up the hill. Suddenly a shiny blew stone flew out of his pack.and hovered over him " In your pack is a terracotta smoke grenade. If you are going to save her, you will need to use it. Smoke blinds them. You'd be able to sneak her out that way. It is still risky though." Vyras informed him. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Deftly dodging the incoming acid was not hard, but with Vyras wounded and out of the fight, Zurga and Haegar clobbering and hacking plants to the side of the road, and Sakura still not even two thirds down the hill. Brimblemir and Lithia had taken acid blasts to their biceps leaving both in considerable pain. Antonius was shuddering in fear. It was the natural thing for someone to do when in contact with these vile plants.
Erik's focus was clear, he needed to save Annie, now unconscious on the floor with many of the detached plants slithering toward her. He was the only one even close enough to risk his neck for her. The question was: Did Erik want to place himself at risk to save her? If so, what was the best way to do so?
"Hey!" Vyras' voice told him. What was odd was that Vyras was injured and all the way up the hill. Suddenly a shiny blew stone flew out of his pack.and hovered over him " In your pack is a terracotta smoke grenade. If you are going to save her, you will need to use it. Smoke blinds them. You'd be able to sneak her out that way. It is still risky though." Vyras informed him. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
19-Aug-2020 03:35:29
Sakura
Sakura apparently charged down the hill while flinging arrows at the flowers. No small accomplishment, as she needed great dexterity to grab an arrow, aim, and shoot while running downhill at the same time. Meanwhile her illusions charged down the hill, weapons drawn, and with a desire for bloody vengeance (( Am assuming, cuz that's what illusions of crazed wizards usually have for motivations.))
Off they went. Meanwhile... Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Sakura apparently charged down the hill while flinging arrows at the flowers. No small accomplishment, as she needed great dexterity to grab an arrow, aim, and shoot while running downhill at the same time. Meanwhile her illusions charged down the hill, weapons drawn, and with a desire for bloody vengeance (( Am assuming, cuz that's what illusions of crazed wizards usually have for motivations.))
Off they went. Meanwhile... Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
23-Aug-2020 01:09:28
Vyras.
Vyras was busy communicating with Erik via his blue stone. He didn't even notice that a draiyghul courier had landed with a note. "CAAAAAAW!" This screeched to get the old man's attention. Vyras looked up from his stone. He didn't know many Draighul besides Ciconia, but he recognized this birdlady as Merula. Merula was often mistaken for a drugal due to her black feathers, straight yellow beak, and golden eyes. She even cawed like a drugal, but it was a higher pitch, and wasn't as pronounced. She was also shorter than a many drugal and to top it off, she was a horrible singer. She was often called by the nickname "Lady Blackbird." She stood on two feet dressed in a blood red overcoat which was dark enough to conceal her in the dark,
Merula was a seasoned courier, and she even wore the stereotypical tall red hat of a courier. though short in stature, she makes up with her stature with her ferocity. Merula is very fond of axes. In fact, Vyras could see her silver war axe hanging over her back via a leather axe sheath.
"Master Vyras!" Merula told him. "Good news on your part. Those prisoners that were freed by Alexandre, they are heading this way less than thirty minutes away." Vyras was pleased. "And Alexandre?" Vyras asked, worried for his top student. She looked down "Turned. He bade his second in command take his place as he headed to the north coast. Apparently something is going on up there." Merula told him, completely forgetting that she was to deliver a note to him. She flew off without delivering the letter.
Vyras was less than pleased with the news that Alexandre was now a vampire. If he ever came into contact with his student, he would grant him peace. It was the least he could do for him. Alexandre may not have liked Vyras much as a student, but he did agree with Vyras' philosophy of battle: "Honor and humanity." Now that Alexandre was the living embodiment of Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Vyras was busy communicating with Erik via his blue stone. He didn't even notice that a draiyghul courier had landed with a note. "CAAAAAAW!" This screeched to get the old man's attention. Vyras looked up from his stone. He didn't know many Draighul besides Ciconia, but he recognized this birdlady as Merula. Merula was often mistaken for a drugal due to her black feathers, straight yellow beak, and golden eyes. She even cawed like a drugal, but it was a higher pitch, and wasn't as pronounced. She was also shorter than a many drugal and to top it off, she was a horrible singer. She was often called by the nickname "Lady Blackbird." She stood on two feet dressed in a blood red overcoat which was dark enough to conceal her in the dark,
Merula was a seasoned courier, and she even wore the stereotypical tall red hat of a courier. though short in stature, she makes up with her stature with her ferocity. Merula is very fond of axes. In fact, Vyras could see her silver war axe hanging over her back via a leather axe sheath.
"Master Vyras!" Merula told him. "Good news on your part. Those prisoners that were freed by Alexandre, they are heading this way less than thirty minutes away." Vyras was pleased. "And Alexandre?" Vyras asked, worried for his top student. She looked down "Turned. He bade his second in command take his place as he headed to the north coast. Apparently something is going on up there." Merula told him, completely forgetting that she was to deliver a note to him. She flew off without delivering the letter.
Vyras was less than pleased with the news that Alexandre was now a vampire. If he ever came into contact with his student, he would grant him peace. It was the least he could do for him. Alexandre may not have liked Vyras much as a student, but he did agree with Vyras' philosophy of battle: "Honor and humanity." Now that Alexandre was the living embodiment of Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
23-Aug-2020 01:36:49
inhumanity and dishonor, he had to give Alexandre a dignified end.
Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
23-Aug-2020 01:37:54
Erik:
Shattering like a hollowed rock, smoke enveloped the area. Erik had a few precious seconds to wade his way through the smoke. His thrown shield had cut down the closest Venus plants to Annie like the genocidal plant that it was. The silhouette of Annie's unconscious body was visible through the heavy haze from the shattered clay grenade. The flowers stopped moving, unsure of where Annie's body was. Even though her body had not moved, the flowers were brutish monsters. What they had in strength and bloodlust they lacked in smarts and diplomacy. The smoke seemed to calm them. It was as if time had frozen within the heavy haze. Erik had his chance, he had to make his way in before the smoke suffocated Annie, or him, but in Erik's mind, this was the best chance he had.
Sakura:
Sakura, and her split form took on the ghostly apparitions, who apparently turned on her? Regardless the homicidal specters were dispatched, and the Sakura shot arrows from a distance, while her split form began cleaving flowers with murderous zeal as they made their way down the hill, crashing her mighty masakari into the homicidal flora. The real Sakura's arrows hitting the flowers with the precision of lightning... Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Shattering like a hollowed rock, smoke enveloped the area. Erik had a few precious seconds to wade his way through the smoke. His thrown shield had cut down the closest Venus plants to Annie like the genocidal plant that it was. The silhouette of Annie's unconscious body was visible through the heavy haze from the shattered clay grenade. The flowers stopped moving, unsure of where Annie's body was. Even though her body had not moved, the flowers were brutish monsters. What they had in strength and bloodlust they lacked in smarts and diplomacy. The smoke seemed to calm them. It was as if time had frozen within the heavy haze. Erik had his chance, he had to make his way in before the smoke suffocated Annie, or him, but in Erik's mind, this was the best chance he had.
Sakura:
Sakura, and her split form took on the ghostly apparitions, who apparently turned on her? Regardless the homicidal specters were dispatched, and the Sakura shot arrows from a distance, while her split form began cleaving flowers with murderous zeal as they made their way down the hill, crashing her mighty masakari into the homicidal flora. The real Sakura's arrows hitting the flowers with the precision of lightning... Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
30-Aug-2020 06:04:34
Cassuarius
Ferrying elves over the flames rapidly engulfing Castle Gern's perimeter was exhausting work for Cassuarius. The conniving drugal went back and forth to carry more elves through the flames as the night passed into the very early dawn. In this way, Cassuarius and his crowmen had saved roughly 700 elves in total. The sad reality was that this number was still very low.
There were elves still trapped in the castle. Elves that could not be saved by Cassuarius and his battalion. The best he could do was pull out with his "salvage" (kept in a large chest on his air blimp) and return to the Skyherd Fleet. He spent the night collecting the elven armors made of iron, and moonstone. Iron was always useful for the fleet, and moonstone could be melted down and sold for more materials. There was always work to be done on the Fleet. As for the elves who did make it out? Cassuarius would be very surprised if they made it out of the forest alive. He looked up at the sky. Worry overtook his smug complexion
"Morning is nearly upon us, brothers, let us return to the Fleet with what salvage we have." He said to the 250 drugal who had survived the arrows of Clan Gern archers. One of the drugal spoke out of line. scratching his bald featherless head with his talons he asked Cassuarius, "How do we explain the thefts to the Hamus?" the Hamus was the head of the crow drugal.
Cassuarius blinked. He did need to explain it to the old crow, and the hawk king would throw a fit if he learned Cassuarius was filching from the groundwalkers. Cassuarius smiled. "Tell him that this wasn't theft, but careful persuasion so as to preserve lives, the old bird will understand." said Cassuarius as he lead his men onto the blimp, which was busy blasting the castle with energy cannons until Cassuarius landed onto it, he entered the captains cabin and told him to pull up. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Ferrying elves over the flames rapidly engulfing Castle Gern's perimeter was exhausting work for Cassuarius. The conniving drugal went back and forth to carry more elves through the flames as the night passed into the very early dawn. In this way, Cassuarius and his crowmen had saved roughly 700 elves in total. The sad reality was that this number was still very low.
There were elves still trapped in the castle. Elves that could not be saved by Cassuarius and his battalion. The best he could do was pull out with his "salvage" (kept in a large chest on his air blimp) and return to the Skyherd Fleet. He spent the night collecting the elven armors made of iron, and moonstone. Iron was always useful for the fleet, and moonstone could be melted down and sold for more materials. There was always work to be done on the Fleet. As for the elves who did make it out? Cassuarius would be very surprised if they made it out of the forest alive. He looked up at the sky. Worry overtook his smug complexion
"Morning is nearly upon us, brothers, let us return to the Fleet with what salvage we have." He said to the 250 drugal who had survived the arrows of Clan Gern archers. One of the drugal spoke out of line. scratching his bald featherless head with his talons he asked Cassuarius, "How do we explain the thefts to the Hamus?" the Hamus was the head of the crow drugal.
Cassuarius blinked. He did need to explain it to the old crow, and the hawk king would throw a fit if he learned Cassuarius was filching from the groundwalkers. Cassuarius smiled. "Tell him that this wasn't theft, but careful persuasion so as to preserve lives, the old bird will understand." said Cassuarius as he lead his men onto the blimp, which was busy blasting the castle with energy cannons until Cassuarius landed onto it, he entered the captains cabin and told him to pull up. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
01-Sep-2020 03:11:03 - Last edited on 01-Sep-2020 03:12:09 by Pink 4 Twink
Which the captain, a younger crow obliged, still blasting the castle with energy as the blimp sailed through the air at a slowly but at a speed a vampire would have trouble keeping up with in bat form.
Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
01-Sep-2020 03:11:22 - Last edited on 01-Sep-2020 03:13:41 by Pink 4 Twink
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