Part III: Beneath the Perverted Sun
Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
24-Sep-2020 22:21:47 - Last edited on 25-Sep-2020 06:47:45 by Pink 4 Twink
Forums
Vampyro Naktis {RP}
Quick find code: 49-50-603-66121137
It was with a sense of surreal sense of how lucky Vyras was to finally return to the crumbling cathedral that the resistance called home. The cathedral was a building constructed out of white marble, and it was built on a mound. it was an imposing structure, with a rectangular perimeter, that was once a garden. Though the plants that were grown by the cathedral monks were long since dead and were now shriveled from neglect. An imposing tower jutted 72 feet in the air. Vyras got the sense that the architect of the cathedral liked the thought of the bishop being able to see far to the west. Towards Vilnius, as the tower would have been that bishop’s quarters, and the tower window was well situated to see in that direction.
Around the perimeter were barricades made of whatever the monks could cobble together. Wood beams, boulders from the shores of the river, metal scraps from anything they could find. Once holy artifacts such as crosses, hammered together to make a barricade of some sort. They even ripped off the door, which Vyras knew was a marvelous bit of woodwork back in the day. Based on surviving sketches of the cathedral. All in a vain effort to survive their last stand against the vampiric hordes as they advanced further inland all those centuries ago.
Vyras and company were now in the cathedral. The ceiling had crumpled far in the back of the rectangular building, revealing the punishing crimson rays of an angry sun. The once marvelous stained glass depicting the Goddess Lathana had shattered, allowing the sun’s malicious gaze to shine through onto the walls of the cathedral. Vyras had to make his way to the walls of the cathedral to make it past the sun’s intensifying burn. In the process, his hand received a vicious burn within mere seconds of sliding his way past. As he did this. Brandr made his way into the cathedral with the other group of prisoners. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Around the perimeter were barricades made of whatever the monks could cobble together. Wood beams, boulders from the shores of the river, metal scraps from anything they could find. Once holy artifacts such as crosses, hammered together to make a barricade of some sort. They even ripped off the door, which Vyras knew was a marvelous bit of woodwork back in the day. Based on surviving sketches of the cathedral. All in a vain effort to survive their last stand against the vampiric hordes as they advanced further inland all those centuries ago.
Vyras and company were now in the cathedral. The ceiling had crumpled far in the back of the rectangular building, revealing the punishing crimson rays of an angry sun. The once marvelous stained glass depicting the Goddess Lathana had shattered, allowing the sun’s malicious gaze to shine through onto the walls of the cathedral. Vyras had to make his way to the walls of the cathedral to make it past the sun’s intensifying burn. In the process, his hand received a vicious burn within mere seconds of sliding his way past. As he did this. Brandr made his way into the cathedral with the other group of prisoners. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
29-Sep-2020 20:28:32
Brandr had sustained nasty burns all over his body. Nonetheless, Brandr was alive, as were the other prisoners who were with him. They too received many burns. Millions of shards of green, yellow, red, and orange glass littered the floor. It was as if an explosion of some sort sent glass flying everywhere. The church pews, once made of magnificent oak, were now rotted and unusable, sitting on them would cause the wooden pews to collapse.
In the center of the church was the altar. It was adorned with a large silver cross. Next to it were three columns, which reached the ceiling, and supported the building. Adorned on the three columns were one candelabra for each one. Vyras approached the altar, after the other prisoners made their way to the altar. It was here, that Vyras grabbed the candelabra farthest to the left. After pulling on it three times, A mechanism sounded, and the altar, slid open silently from left to right.
Vyras and company descended a pair of wooden stairs for a short while, until they entered a darkened room. “Can someone put up a light please?” Vyras asked. One of the healers flicked his wrist and an orb of blue-white light shined. Vyras used his considerable talent in pyromancy to hijack the light, and then he moved on through the dungeon.
Vyras led them through an upside-down “L” shaped corridor filled with doors. An ex-prisoner tried to open one of the doors, but Zurga grabbed the bald old man by the collar and shook her head. “Those doors are traps. If you open it, you’ll get shot with explosive crossbow bolts.” she said. The old man was shocked, “You have such traps?” he asked. Zurga nodded “Can’t be too careful,” Zurga said. This has been the base for this faction of resistance for nearly 49 years. We’d like to see it reach 50 years.” Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
In the center of the church was the altar. It was adorned with a large silver cross. Next to it were three columns, which reached the ceiling, and supported the building. Adorned on the three columns were one candelabra for each one. Vyras approached the altar, after the other prisoners made their way to the altar. It was here, that Vyras grabbed the candelabra farthest to the left. After pulling on it three times, A mechanism sounded, and the altar, slid open silently from left to right.
Vyras and company descended a pair of wooden stairs for a short while, until they entered a darkened room. “Can someone put up a light please?” Vyras asked. One of the healers flicked his wrist and an orb of blue-white light shined. Vyras used his considerable talent in pyromancy to hijack the light, and then he moved on through the dungeon.
Vyras led them through an upside-down “L” shaped corridor filled with doors. An ex-prisoner tried to open one of the doors, but Zurga grabbed the bald old man by the collar and shook her head. “Those doors are traps. If you open it, you’ll get shot with explosive crossbow bolts.” she said. The old man was shocked, “You have such traps?” he asked. Zurga nodded “Can’t be too careful,” Zurga said. This has been the base for this faction of resistance for nearly 49 years. We’d like to see it reach 50 years.” Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
29-Sep-2020 20:31:54 - Last edited on 29-Sep-2020 20:32:34 by Pink 4 Twink
Vyras began explaining the history of the cathedral.
“This was no ordinary cathedral. This was the Holy Tower Cathedral. The monks, and priests here were known as Naktians, warrior priests who followed the king into battle. They got their name because they held services only at night. Naktian, comes from the Sudovian word “Naktis,” meaning “night.” They hunted vampires, but back then, vampires were nowhere near as much of a threat, as they are now. Vampires have always been in Sudovia. Now that Clan Gern is comfortably in power, vampires of all races join them, because vampires are social creatures who value safety in numbers. We, the current members of this resistance faction have taken to calling ourselves “Naktians” as well, in honor of their sacrifice.” Vyras informed the prisoners.
At the top left end of the Upside down “L” shaped corridor very end of the corridor was another door. Identical to the others, but different in that this door was the correct door to open. Vyras opened leading to another staircase, which led to down to a black door adorned with a shutter. Vyras knocked on it. The shutter slid open. “Vyras.“ said a voice that was familiar to him.
“ Kunigas, may we come in?” Vyras asked. Kunigas looked around to find many new faces. “You succeeded in your mission? But no. not until I hear the answer to this question: “What is the color of death, dear brother? Vyras turned to the other prisoners. He whispered, “It’s a call-sign. Can’t be too careful.” He turned to face the man concealed behind the door. “Sanguine, fellow Naktian!” Vyras said. Kunigas opened the door. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
“This was no ordinary cathedral. This was the Holy Tower Cathedral. The monks, and priests here were known as Naktians, warrior priests who followed the king into battle. They got their name because they held services only at night. Naktian, comes from the Sudovian word “Naktis,” meaning “night.” They hunted vampires, but back then, vampires were nowhere near as much of a threat, as they are now. Vampires have always been in Sudovia. Now that Clan Gern is comfortably in power, vampires of all races join them, because vampires are social creatures who value safety in numbers. We, the current members of this resistance faction have taken to calling ourselves “Naktians” as well, in honor of their sacrifice.” Vyras informed the prisoners.
At the top left end of the Upside down “L” shaped corridor very end of the corridor was another door. Identical to the others, but different in that this door was the correct door to open. Vyras opened leading to another staircase, which led to down to a black door adorned with a shutter. Vyras knocked on it. The shutter slid open. “Vyras.“ said a voice that was familiar to him.
“ Kunigas, may we come in?” Vyras asked. Kunigas looked around to find many new faces. “You succeeded in your mission? But no. not until I hear the answer to this question: “What is the color of death, dear brother? Vyras turned to the other prisoners. He whispered, “It’s a call-sign. Can’t be too careful.” He turned to face the man concealed behind the door. “Sanguine, fellow Naktian!” Vyras said. Kunigas opened the door. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
29-Sep-2020 20:33:42
Kunigas was an old man in a black priest’s gown inlaid with golden threads. Adorned around his neck was a silver cross. He wore a black hood which covered his face, and silver goatee. Upon opening the door, Kunigas lowered his hood revealing wrinkled skin, hazel eyes and a nasty gash scar above his right eye which made its way down his cheek, just below his eye. He was thin for an old man, and he had perfect posture, allowing him to stand straight.
“Welcome back, you uncompromising fuck.” Kunigas teased Vyras with a chiding smile.
“Nice to be back, you paranoid shit.” Vyras teased back referring to Kunigas’ robes. Vyras dropped his staff to hug Kunigas, who suddenly started crying. “Please, please tell me no more missions, my love! You are too old. I was so worried about you.” Vyras nodded. “As promised, my love, no more missions, I’m ready for retirement.” Kunigas took a moment to examine Vyras for injuries. That was when he noticed Vyras’ hand. “That is a nasty blister.” Kunigas observed. “Also received one on my foot from those Venus Flowers.” Kunigas winced, “Hate those things. Everyone here has a friend whom they lost to one of those plants.”
Kunigas turned beckoned the ex-prisoners to come in wiping tears from his face at the same time. “Come in. I’ll let Lensa Thrice-bitten know you are here.”
Lensa? I thought it was Lyra, must be forgetting names again, Oh wait, Lyra was that archer who died at the castle Vyras thought to himself.
Zurga tapped on Annie’s shoulder. “Come, let me take you to your dad. She turned to look at Brimblemir sitting on a chair. He had already passed out from exhaustion. Some of the elves endeavored to move their commander to a bed of some sort, but the lithe elf was heavier than he appeared. Two picked him up, but they got the angle wrong and had to put him down. Lithia had to help the others pick her brother, where they took asked a sitting resistance fighter where the beds were. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
“Welcome back, you uncompromising fuck.” Kunigas teased Vyras with a chiding smile.
“Nice to be back, you paranoid shit.” Vyras teased back referring to Kunigas’ robes. Vyras dropped his staff to hug Kunigas, who suddenly started crying. “Please, please tell me no more missions, my love! You are too old. I was so worried about you.” Vyras nodded. “As promised, my love, no more missions, I’m ready for retirement.” Kunigas took a moment to examine Vyras for injuries. That was when he noticed Vyras’ hand. “That is a nasty blister.” Kunigas observed. “Also received one on my foot from those Venus Flowers.” Kunigas winced, “Hate those things. Everyone here has a friend whom they lost to one of those plants.”
Kunigas turned beckoned the ex-prisoners to come in wiping tears from his face at the same time. “Come in. I’ll let Lensa Thrice-bitten know you are here.”
Lensa? I thought it was Lyra, must be forgetting names again, Oh wait, Lyra was that archer who died at the castle Vyras thought to himself.
Zurga tapped on Annie’s shoulder. “Come, let me take you to your dad. She turned to look at Brimblemir sitting on a chair. He had already passed out from exhaustion. Some of the elves endeavored to move their commander to a bed of some sort, but the lithe elf was heavier than he appeared. Two picked him up, but they got the angle wrong and had to put him down. Lithia had to help the others pick her brother, where they took asked a sitting resistance fighter where the beds were. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
29-Sep-2020 20:37:33 - Last edited on 29-Sep-2020 20:42:12 by Pink 4 Twink
“ISN’T THIS GREAT GUYS, WE’RE HOME!!!” Lithia shouted as she helped them carry her brother off. Zurga turned around to look at Annie, “Keep an eye on Brimblemir. He’s a prankster. We have to make our own fun down here, or else we’d go insane.” Zurga then beckoned Annie to follow her.
Antonius took a moment to sit down on a wooden chair. It was a long night, and he didn’t think he’d make it one step more, much less to the beds. That was until Brandr decided that Antonius needed a better place to sleep than a chair. He picked up Antonius and slung him over his shoulders. “Haha, Brandr know better place for you to sleep than chair” Antonius did not mind being slung over the shoulder of the muscular Brandr. He just could not move.
Haegar, though he was exhausted, refused to sit. It seemed that sitting was a one-way ticket to falling asleep, and Haegar thought it rude to fall asleep on a chair where others could sit.
Kunigas left Vyras. "Get some rest, love, I have to let Lensa know we have new faces amongst us. Vyras nodded and went to his room. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Antonius took a moment to sit down on a wooden chair. It was a long night, and he didn’t think he’d make it one step more, much less to the beds. That was until Brandr decided that Antonius needed a better place to sleep than a chair. He picked up Antonius and slung him over his shoulders. “Haha, Brandr know better place for you to sleep than chair” Antonius did not mind being slung over the shoulder of the muscular Brandr. He just could not move.
Haegar, though he was exhausted, refused to sit. It seemed that sitting was a one-way ticket to falling asleep, and Haegar thought it rude to fall asleep on a chair where others could sit.
Kunigas left Vyras. "Get some rest, love, I have to let Lensa know we have new faces amongst us. Vyras nodded and went to his room. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
29-Sep-2020 20:48:42 - Last edited on 29-Sep-2020 20:54:35 by Pink 4 Twink
Fresh out the dark warrens of the cathedral basement, and into the massive hideout proper, the prisoners had to get used to the bright light emitting from torches ensconced on the walls. The Naktian base might as well have been a small city. To the left of the left set of stairs was another door, which led to the altar of Lathana—Kunigas’ domain.
The set of stairs next to the chapel door led to 7 sets of terraces with torches ensconced on the walls marking boundaries between rooms. Each terrace had 7 rooms lined on it with another set of stairs At the very top of those sets of stairs were the latrines—And they stunk. Tunnel excavations were also underway to make room for new members. There were also tunnels all over the place. At the entrance to a new set of tunnels being excavated was a large workshop area, complete with a blacksmith forge.
The original resistance members were not many. Some were missing limbs; others had broken bones. A few were old, Like Vyras-- There were scarcely any young soul among them yet, except for Annie and Brandr. At the immediate right was a single cell for unruly members of the resistance. one foot further down in that direction was the door to the mess hall, which was on the right side of a set of three doors—The other two rooms were the armory, and the food storage. Hanging from the ceiling of the large chamber were three massive flags of orange, green and red, with a single black cross in the center of each —These were the flags representing old Sudovia’s alliance with the Naktian priests. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
The set of stairs next to the chapel door led to 7 sets of terraces with torches ensconced on the walls marking boundaries between rooms. Each terrace had 7 rooms lined on it with another set of stairs At the very top of those sets of stairs were the latrines—And they stunk. Tunnel excavations were also underway to make room for new members. There were also tunnels all over the place. At the entrance to a new set of tunnels being excavated was a large workshop area, complete with a blacksmith forge.
The original resistance members were not many. Some were missing limbs; others had broken bones. A few were old, Like Vyras-- There were scarcely any young soul among them yet, except for Annie and Brandr. At the immediate right was a single cell for unruly members of the resistance. one foot further down in that direction was the door to the mess hall, which was on the right side of a set of three doors—The other two rooms were the armory, and the food storage. Hanging from the ceiling of the large chamber were three massive flags of orange, green and red, with a single black cross in the center of each —These were the flags representing old Sudovia’s alliance with the Naktian priests. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
09-Oct-2020 00:06:13
Vyras began speaking. “You may be wondering what the old Naktian priests did in this chamber? The answer is nothing. They didn’t build it; we did. And we’ve been tunneling down here for decades. ”How did we build this massive chamber so quickly you may ask.” Vyras continued before he pointed to crates that were marked with the words “ Auto-picks.” and another crate labeled "explosives"
“Dwarven made; rapid-working automatons, that work faster that we ever could, and for much longer than we could. It only took 40 years. Anyway, “Home sweet home.” Vyras said aloud. “I have some business with Lensa, and Kunigas; I’ll leave you too it to rest as you see fit.” He said. Annie stayed with Zurga before heading off with Zurga to see her father. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
“Dwarven made; rapid-working automatons, that work faster that we ever could, and for much longer than we could. It only took 40 years. Anyway, “Home sweet home.” Vyras said aloud. “I have some business with Lensa, and Kunigas; I’ll leave you too it to rest as you see fit.” He said. Annie stayed with Zurga before heading off with Zurga to see her father. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
09-Oct-2020 00:08:30
Quick find code: 49-50-603-66121137 Back to Top