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Vampyro Naktis {RP}
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Flying high in the forests of northern Sudovia was a Clan Gern Vampire in bat form. If it weren't for the scarf declaring this vampire a Gern Messenger, nobody would recognize him as anything other than a bat flying around the frosty forest looking for bugs, or nectar to consume. Being a courier wasn't as dangerous as being a front line fighter. but it was just as necessary. Magical communication between vampire fortresses was often insecure. Any mage with sufficient know-how could tap in without being caught. Thus sensitive information was passed on the old-fashioned way.
Born a human, this vampire did not possess the qualities that made a frontline fighter. He was slim and meek, what humans deem a "Juvenile" vampire. In human form he wore a red-dyed leather cuirass, brown cotton pants, brown fur boots derived from bear furs, and he had a dagger for defense. His greasy black hair was ragged and dirty. Courier work exposed vampires to the elements which naturally made their looks become disheveled.
Ordinarilly courier work was usually uneventful. IF one paid attention. The different resistance groups liked to put up magical traps in the forest. The worst of which being crossbows that automatically fire explosive crossbow bolts at any poor vampire who flies by. Though Northern Sudovia was mostly free of those traps due in large part to Lord Versidue Vovolga. A distant cousin of Balta Mirta, Versidue was a vampire of superior perception and intellect. He was a minor lord, in charge of subduing the Bushi and Viking population. His methods being extreme even by Clan Gern standards. Versidue had gathered a reputation of hatred among most of Clan Gern, even if he was good at his job.
It was with a mind of obliviousness to the low possibility of being captured that this courier flew off to the Lord Versidue's Castle Trakai, a castle on a very tall plateau that this messenger met an enemy he did not expect. Not human, But vampire. He ran into Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Born a human, this vampire did not possess the qualities that made a frontline fighter. He was slim and meek, what humans deem a "Juvenile" vampire. In human form he wore a red-dyed leather cuirass, brown cotton pants, brown fur boots derived from bear furs, and he had a dagger for defense. His greasy black hair was ragged and dirty. Courier work exposed vampires to the elements which naturally made their looks become disheveled.
Ordinarilly courier work was usually uneventful. IF one paid attention. The different resistance groups liked to put up magical traps in the forest. The worst of which being crossbows that automatically fire explosive crossbow bolts at any poor vampire who flies by. Though Northern Sudovia was mostly free of those traps due in large part to Lord Versidue Vovolga. A distant cousin of Balta Mirta, Versidue was a vampire of superior perception and intellect. He was a minor lord, in charge of subduing the Bushi and Viking population. His methods being extreme even by Clan Gern standards. Versidue had gathered a reputation of hatred among most of Clan Gern, even if he was good at his job.
It was with a mind of obliviousness to the low possibility of being captured that this courier flew off to the Lord Versidue's Castle Trakai, a castle on a very tall plateau that this messenger met an enemy he did not expect. Not human, But vampire. He ran into Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
02-Sep-2020 02:36:32 - Last edited on 06-Sep-2020 02:37:21 by Pink 4 Twink
Lord Sudaro Draconis and his army of pureblooded vampires. Sensing an opportunity to strike at Balta Mirta, he ordered his purebloods to pry him from the skies. Three purebloods chased after him in bat form. Due to their status as purebloods, they were faster and tougher than the meek Clan Gern Scout, who so obliviously flew by them, as Sudaro made his journey to his destination.
"Get off of me!" the Clan Gern vampire barked as he crashed , near a tree, after the three dog-piled him. Transforming back into a human, as Sudaro walked up to him. "Disgusting. A human born low-blood!" Sudaro said disdainfully as he spat onto the vampire's face. "Still even a low-blood dog such as yourself has some uses." Sudaro used his considerable strength to hoist the vampire so as to stare into its eyes.
Sudaro's blood red eyes met the eyes of the "low-blood" A racist name Clan Draconis designated vampires of low status. The status of a vampire largely depended on what type of lineage a vampire had. No discernable lineage meant you were of low-birth. It was the same of humans and their nobility system.
Sudaro's irises contracted and the vampire seemed to lose himself in the pure-blood's gaze. Utterly hypnotized, Sudaro released his grip of the vampire. He handed the courier a envelope bearing no outward seal. The low-blood eagerly grabbed it. "Hand this letter to Lady Balta Mirta. It has been... A long time."
Completely hypnotized, the only thing the bewitched vampire could do was nod. Sudaro went through the courier's leather bag and unloaded all the letters. They would be useful for Sudaro as he figured out the political situation in Sudovia. The courier, now a slave, couldn't care one bit as the only letter he had now was the letter Sudaro had given him. Drooling down his face as he flew off back in Balta's direction. Sudaro was satisfied that Balta would be getting to re-acquaint herself with Sudaro very, very soon. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
"Get off of me!" the Clan Gern vampire barked as he crashed , near a tree, after the three dog-piled him. Transforming back into a human, as Sudaro walked up to him. "Disgusting. A human born low-blood!" Sudaro said disdainfully as he spat onto the vampire's face. "Still even a low-blood dog such as yourself has some uses." Sudaro used his considerable strength to hoist the vampire so as to stare into its eyes.
Sudaro's blood red eyes met the eyes of the "low-blood" A racist name Clan Draconis designated vampires of low status. The status of a vampire largely depended on what type of lineage a vampire had. No discernable lineage meant you were of low-birth. It was the same of humans and their nobility system.
Sudaro's irises contracted and the vampire seemed to lose himself in the pure-blood's gaze. Utterly hypnotized, Sudaro released his grip of the vampire. He handed the courier a envelope bearing no outward seal. The low-blood eagerly grabbed it. "Hand this letter to Lady Balta Mirta. It has been... A long time."
Completely hypnotized, the only thing the bewitched vampire could do was nod. Sudaro went through the courier's leather bag and unloaded all the letters. They would be useful for Sudaro as he figured out the political situation in Sudovia. The courier, now a slave, couldn't care one bit as the only letter he had now was the letter Sudaro had given him. Drooling down his face as he flew off back in Balta's direction. Sudaro was satisfied that Balta would be getting to re-acquaint herself with Sudaro very, very soon. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
02-Sep-2020 02:58:05 - Last edited on 28-Feb-2021 18:31:12 by Pink 4 Twink
Sakura and Erik:
Sakura's rain of arrows trapped a few flowers, pinning them to the ground from the tip of the stem. Some flowers hissed in pain. One attempted to spit acidic sap at Sakura, but could not find the strength to move whatever "muscles" needed to spit the noxious sap out. Not resigned to being a flowery pincushion, the same plant dragged itself slicing the stem down the middle. But as it did so, it's green bile spilled onto the ground, and it died.
With smoke everywhere overhead, Erik leapt into the fray with sword in hand, slicing flowers that made their way to Annie, until at last, he made his way to the unconscious Annie, effortlessly being able to hoist her over his shoulders, While dodging acid spat at him by other flowers. Unable to see Erik, a few began spitting acid at any and all directions in case they hit the brave Viking. Evidently however, they just kept missing, and their sap began burning holes into the bark of nearby trees. One acidic spitball traveled all the way towards Vilnias. If anyone got hit in the face with sap, that would be very bad.
Sakura summoned more insane apparitions, meanwhile and, picking themselves up while ashy smoke manifested into them and gave them false-life. A few attacked the fiendish flowers while a few stepped in front of Erik, shields and katanas raised. Though more acidic sap was being fired at Sakura's apparitions. Though the nature of their being made them immune to the sap
Erik parried an incoming katana but then whirled his blade to intercept the other apparitions’ incoming attacks, sidestepping continuously to make sure Annie did not receive any blades herself while disarraying their katanas for that moment.Sidestepping and parrying attacks, Erik dispatched many apparitions Allowing himself to get out way to retreat. Haegat, and Zurga had at last finished clobbering flowers with their weapons. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Sakura's rain of arrows trapped a few flowers, pinning them to the ground from the tip of the stem. Some flowers hissed in pain. One attempted to spit acidic sap at Sakura, but could not find the strength to move whatever "muscles" needed to spit the noxious sap out. Not resigned to being a flowery pincushion, the same plant dragged itself slicing the stem down the middle. But as it did so, it's green bile spilled onto the ground, and it died.
With smoke everywhere overhead, Erik leapt into the fray with sword in hand, slicing flowers that made their way to Annie, until at last, he made his way to the unconscious Annie, effortlessly being able to hoist her over his shoulders, While dodging acid spat at him by other flowers. Unable to see Erik, a few began spitting acid at any and all directions in case they hit the brave Viking. Evidently however, they just kept missing, and their sap began burning holes into the bark of nearby trees. One acidic spitball traveled all the way towards Vilnias. If anyone got hit in the face with sap, that would be very bad.
Sakura summoned more insane apparitions, meanwhile and, picking themselves up while ashy smoke manifested into them and gave them false-life. A few attacked the fiendish flowers while a few stepped in front of Erik, shields and katanas raised. Though more acidic sap was being fired at Sakura's apparitions. Though the nature of their being made them immune to the sap
Erik parried an incoming katana but then whirled his blade to intercept the other apparitions’ incoming attacks, sidestepping continuously to make sure Annie did not receive any blades herself while disarraying their katanas for that moment.Sidestepping and parrying attacks, Erik dispatched many apparitions Allowing himself to get out way to retreat. Haegat, and Zurga had at last finished clobbering flowers with their weapons. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
06-Sep-2020 03:06:22
Annie:
Seeing Haegar, Zurga, and Erik huddled over by a severely wounded Annie lying on the ground, he picked up his staff and used it to balance himself off the ground. He hobbled his way quickly over to Annie.
When he arrived, he checked Annie's wound "Such recklessness does not suit a resistance fighter, lass, you are lucky to still be alive. We try to be more cautious when we can. Can you stand? It will not do for the healer to close your wounds on the fetid ground.
The bald healer nodded
Annie:
I'm leaving what injuries you suffered up to you, and of course you can have the healer heal you. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Seeing Haegar, Zurga, and Erik huddled over by a severely wounded Annie lying on the ground, he picked up his staff and used it to balance himself off the ground. He hobbled his way quickly over to Annie.
When he arrived, he checked Annie's wound "Such recklessness does not suit a resistance fighter, lass, you are lucky to still be alive. We try to be more cautious when we can. Can you stand? It will not do for the healer to close your wounds on the fetid ground.
The bald healer nodded
"I can heal her, but it she will be scarred. Her shoulder took a grizzly wound, and will likely scar the most, aside from that, miss, do you have any broken bones? There is no healing spell that will heal every ailment at once, I'm afraid, you'll have to be specific as to what is hurting.
Annie:
I'm leaving what injuries you suffered up to you, and of course you can have the healer heal you. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
12-Sep-2020 23:39:32 - Last edited on 13-Sep-2020 06:20:25 by Pink 4 Twink
Erik:
Looking around to see if his traps had caught any flowers, he saw that one flower had been caught by the stem, and was trying to free itself, even if doing so meant death, due to being torn apart by the bear trap's triangular shaped teeth. Other flowers got caught as well, one by the middle of the stem, which sliced the monstrous plant in half. Even cut in half, it was still slithering around, trying to slink its way back up the hill. It did not even make it to the hill. Due to "blood-loss" the plant died in a pool of it's green acidic sap.
A few other plants were caught by the stem, at the lowest point, one of which was strong enough to drag the heavy bear trap with it. Slithering its way up the hill, it slowly lost strength until at the steepest point, it slid back down the hill, tearing up its body on the stone road. Indeed, Azi's traps got more of the flowers than he expected. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Looking around to see if his traps had caught any flowers, he saw that one flower had been caught by the stem, and was trying to free itself, even if doing so meant death, due to being torn apart by the bear trap's triangular shaped teeth. Other flowers got caught as well, one by the middle of the stem, which sliced the monstrous plant in half. Even cut in half, it was still slithering around, trying to slink its way back up the hill. It did not even make it to the hill. Due to "blood-loss" the plant died in a pool of it's green acidic sap.
A few other plants were caught by the stem, at the lowest point, one of which was strong enough to drag the heavy bear trap with it. Slithering its way up the hill, it slowly lost strength until at the steepest point, it slid back down the hill, tearing up its body on the stone road. Indeed, Azi's traps got more of the flowers than he expected. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
12-Sep-2020 23:50:03
Annie:
Vyras, Zurga, and Haegar shook their heads at Annie's logic. "You were knocked out and surrounded by the things," Zurga told Annie. "If it weren't for Erik, you'd be dead. You owe him a big thank you," she informed Annie. Vyras spoke. "Reckless, not reckless, doesn't really matter, you weren't aware of your surroundings, and it could have cost you your life. When I say that your behavior didn't suit the resistance, I wasn't saying you weren't fit for resistance duty. We just think you need to be more cautious. Use higher ground, keep a distance."
Haegar chipped in. "Those plants kill more mortals than the vampires themselves, and they're normally too resilient to take on up close. Even the drow don't kill more mortals than these plants. There's a reason they are nicknamed " Reaper Flowers, Annie." Zurga nodded. "Your father would never forgive us if we lost you," she concluded.
Antonius, got up from the ground. He looked at his crossbow. It was wrecked from acidic spit "Fuck these flowers." he cursed. He chipped in, much like the poet he wished he was.
"Like the Reaper himself, they harvest the souls of this damned plane of existence. Belmordia, Lady of Death hath brought death, ugliness, resilience, pain, misery, and hatred, and morphed them together into a horrible, evil package fit for devouring the souls of mortal kind. They deserve respect, and reverence. It is the folly of many to underestimate such a wicked foe.
Vyras nodded. "Sounds like the words of Brandr, were it not for the vampires, I wager both would have made great poets. Antonius takes after the man. "Aye, I hope he made it back," Zurga said out loud.
Vyras nodded, "It would be the death of him, and he'd never forgive us if we told him "Tom, we found your daughter and rescued her, but she died on the journey back. Vyras gestured for Annie to follow him to the base of the hill. " Let's take a look at the carnage that you wrought on them Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Vyras, Zurga, and Haegar shook their heads at Annie's logic. "You were knocked out and surrounded by the things," Zurga told Annie. "If it weren't for Erik, you'd be dead. You owe him a big thank you," she informed Annie. Vyras spoke. "Reckless, not reckless, doesn't really matter, you weren't aware of your surroundings, and it could have cost you your life. When I say that your behavior didn't suit the resistance, I wasn't saying you weren't fit for resistance duty. We just think you need to be more cautious. Use higher ground, keep a distance."
Haegar chipped in. "Those plants kill more mortals than the vampires themselves, and they're normally too resilient to take on up close. Even the drow don't kill more mortals than these plants. There's a reason they are nicknamed " Reaper Flowers, Annie." Zurga nodded. "Your father would never forgive us if we lost you," she concluded.
Antonius, got up from the ground. He looked at his crossbow. It was wrecked from acidic spit "Fuck these flowers." he cursed. He chipped in, much like the poet he wished he was.
"Like the Reaper himself, they harvest the souls of this damned plane of existence. Belmordia, Lady of Death hath brought death, ugliness, resilience, pain, misery, and hatred, and morphed them together into a horrible, evil package fit for devouring the souls of mortal kind. They deserve respect, and reverence. It is the folly of many to underestimate such a wicked foe.
Vyras nodded. "Sounds like the words of Brandr, were it not for the vampires, I wager both would have made great poets. Antonius takes after the man. "Aye, I hope he made it back," Zurga said out loud.
Vyras nodded, "It would be the death of him, and he'd never forgive us if we told him "Tom, we found your daughter and rescued her, but she died on the journey back. Vyras gestured for Annie to follow him to the base of the hill. " Let's take a look at the carnage that you wrought on them Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
13-Sep-2020 06:53:39
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