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George Rozas

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Yet if he thought himself coated by blood after mulching the skull of the first with his fists, now he was truly drenched in crimson that was not his own. Every time he swung the broadsword it cut deeper than he expected, swinging faster than he was used to. Where did this strength come from? Why did he still feel that same cold deep in his bones, even as the hot blood soaked him? Questions, questions, so many damnable questions and so much movement and so much killing and-

Hadrian stopped. His vision cleared along with his mind, blinking slowly - blood trickling from his sword's blade to the stained carpet beneath his bare feet. He looked around - his surroundings more lavish than the dungeon he'd awakened in, the sounds of chaos and death more distant, yet still near. In his haze the knight must have fought his way into another part of the fortress, for where he was now did not look to be a dungeon any longer. Behind him lay a trail of bloody footprints, leading off around a corner where he had emerged from - to now stand in this empty corridor. A servant's passage?

He... He had lost himself for a while. Fear, panic, worry, fury, confusion, sorrow... There had been so many emotions assaulting him at once he must have tuned the world out and simply moved without thought. Where he was now seemed quieter, a less travelled part of this place most likely, though undoubtedly not for long given the trail he had left. Still, he stood there a moment in the middle of the hallway - taking in a breath, calming himself, clearing his head of it all.

...

Better.

Calm was what he needed. Now, how to get out? I am Inferi.

29-Sep-2019 21:30:45

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Annie1227

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Annie saw humans coming around and unlocking cells and freeing them. She felt so scared and very confused what's going on. Then she saw these strange humans come to her cell and unlocked her cell. Now she was free. She felt relief that she was finally free.

After she was freed by the strange woman and she handed Annie a silver dagger. Then the strange lady told her to join the fight but a strange man told her not to listen to Lithia because she was insane but, means well and told her where to go. She said in a scared, tried voice,"Thank you for freeing me."

Then she left her rescuers to find weapons. She walked silently and finally got to dungeon armory. She silently picked the door and it opened. She walked inside and looked at all the weapons and she picked the rotted yew short-bow and 52 silver arrows. After she a got the bow and arrows and sheath for her dagger. She fought her way to get to Antonius. She finally got to where Antonius should be and asked in a scared, tried voice,"Excuse me sir, Are you Antonius? If you are, I was rescued by Lithia and other people from the castle dungeon. They told me to find you.” -Dances-

29-Sep-2019 21:53:03 - Last edited on 28-Feb-2021 05:24:15 by Annie1227

Inferi

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Despicable. Cruelty for purpose was one thing, but simply because one could was unacceptable no matter what type of existence the individual lived. Sadly, it made sense; the general garbage nature of the average vampire was much easier to expect when the ones in charge acted like this.

Even after five centuries of experiencing this, Lia still found it difficult sometimes to remove herself from lingering on it. Mostly, she could simply avoid the situation; knowing that something was happening somewhere made it easy to avoid, and when she knew there was nothing to be done it made it a bit easier to accept. It was when it was happening in a situation that could not escape that it became bad, such as what was presented to her at this very moment.

The look she gave the woman momentarily was mixed: some pity, some anger, and perhaps even some envy deep below the rest. It wasn’t a lingering glance, however, for there was something that she despised quite a bit more in the room. That vampire was the single worst thing to ever happen to her life, as well as the end of it, and she had made it very clear that, while she wasn’t going to act out against him, she absolutely despised him. Did he care? No, it seemed that it only made him happier to know this, and it was pretty clear by how he acted that what he did was just to infuriate her more.

The son of the vampire queen...garbage. That’s all he was, unfit to hold dominion over anything. While she had little to no memories of her very brief free years, she did know where she had come from only because of things her owners had spoken of. That vampire had also seemingly been aware, and she was sure that it was partially for this reason that she had been turned. Watching the nation that was supposed to have been under her protection fall as it did was nothing short of torture, and she had always wished that she had never been made aware of what she had been in life before it had become the hell that it was. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

29-Sep-2019 23:35:13

Inferi

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And yet, all she did was clench her fists briefly, keeping everything that she felt from surfacing. It would do nothing except make him happy, so despite the overwhelming urge to pick up the dagger and kill the human - as such a thing would assuredly make him unhappy, and would have much greater effect than trying to use it on him - she just stood there, stony-faced, while he did what he wanted. Even a retaliatory remark about how she couldn’t defend the castle without her equipment died before passing her lips, the desire to not be around this creature greater than the need to question why he was bothering to question her loyalty. They both knew how little she cared for the vampiric cause, but since she had done nothing in five centuries there had never been any reason to think she was anything more than an unwilling tool.

Only after he left did she allow the fury to surface in her features and in the shaking of her hands as she gathered her equipment. She was past the tantrums and destruction that had come about in her early years as a vampire, past the showy and visual displays that her anger had once forced. Now it was all buried, all of it barely surfacing and instead smouldering beneath the surface. One day it might erupt, but that day was seeming less and less likely as the years went on.

Actually putting everything on took little time, the motions barely registering after having been done so many times. Even with anger clouding her eyes, it was easy, but it was the haze that lengthened her time that she remained in her room. Obeying the command should be easy, as it coincided with the possibility of betrayal that she was always harboring, but simply because it was stated she couldn’t help but feel as though she did not wish to do so. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

29-Sep-2019 23:35:28

Inferi

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Nevertheless, it was the roof that she set out for, having very little else to start moving towards. Possible scenarios began moving through her head, things that she hadn’t thought about in quite a while and knew she probably shouldn’t think about anyways. Nothing good ever came from hope; she knew that better than anyone.

So lost in her thoughts was she that when she rounded the corner and found a blood-soaked individual in front of her there was barely a reaction. It was only the realization that this was entirely out of place that made her halt and take an immediate step back. This didn’t feel right. Nobody should be looking like that at this point in the fortress. If the blood covering him had been his own, he would be dead, but there was something about the man that looked like nothing she had ever seen. He looked, for lack of a better word, wrong, as wrong as she felt her own existence was. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

29-Sep-2019 23:36:11

Azi Demonica

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Erik

Erik would not know if his rally call would be of any help to the undead attackers, but he was eager to get into the fight. His desire came true when he stumbled upon an old man who offered clothes. To Erik’s surprise, the old man could also speak Icelandic, too. It made Erik feel more eager, especially since even the senior was eager to fight!

A good man indeed! If I ever live to his age, I too shall fight!

“Aye, that’s what a real warrior is! Just show me a Vampire’s throat!” The remark about cookies was a bit unexpected, tho. Off they went...

* * *

Erik’s equipment was not here. An Orc woman with a silver warhammer had amassed a few weapons for the rescued. Erik had the chance to acquire a greatsword, double-headed axe for executing criminals, or a two-handed mace. Erik had little experience with maces or greatswords, though was aware that the Highlanders were known for their claymores. He chose the double-headed axe, a kind of weapon he did have some experience using when he had to hack apart shield walls. Although his preferred combat was with sword and shield, a two-handed executioner’s axe would do. It brought back memories of... her.

“My thanks, Zurga. Now, let us teach the Vampires why these woods are called the Forest of Death!” At that, Erik would accompany Zurga...

30-Sep-2019 02:39:37 - Last edited on 30-Sep-2019 02:40:19 by Azi Demonica

Azi Demonica

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Sakura

By sheer luck, or unluck, the ominous woman was forgotten. They did not consider her a threat, which was very odd, as she had killed a score of them before they captured her. Nevertheless, fate decreed a strange twist still, for she had found her accursed weapons. However, her strange garb and sinister mask seemed to be missing (but were presumably found at a later time). Clothed yet armed with masakari and tanto, Sakura could now continue her.

A childish Elf appeared who exclaimed herself. Sakura’s face and eyes remained blank. While the Elf played with her hair, the top of Sakura’s axe clanked to the floor and sparked. Sakura placed a foot on her axe, her head lowered.

“Maji de?” Sakura shook her head, “Amai! Motto shinken ni tatakae...” Her voice remained raspy and reverberating.

Even someone as tortured as Sakura knew that your enemy’s enemy is your friend. Her craving for bloodshed would have to wait. Besides, she had yet to wear her ceremonial garb and mask. The samurai followed her rescuers, for now...

30-Sep-2019 02:40:09 - Last edited on 17-Oct-2019 02:30:59 by Azi Demonica

Demither10

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Watching the drugal dive at him, Vyrl realized too late how arrogant he'd been -- yes, he was certainly out of range of their silver arrows, but he should have seen the drugal mercenaries and realized he was not as far from combat as he'd like to have believed.

Wisdom dictated he flee, but for the moment, his contempt outweighed his caution -- that and the simple knowledge that this screaming, berserk flier was diving towards him without a moment's thought for his own defence.

His hands grasped the stone of the windowsill beneath him until he was sure he'd break it in two -- vampiric strength was a stunning gift in wake of his original, weak stature -- and waited until the screaming imbecile was close enough. The hex had already left Vyrl's scowling lips when it raised its war-scythe, and, at this range, it could hardly miss its target.

"Hæghythîene."

A translucent purple mist spread from his now-outstretched hand, a simple hex designed to disorient and confuse. The average person would lose their sense of north and south and east and west, but for an aviary creature, up and down also quickly because muddled. He watched in contempt as that grinning beak gaped in horror, and the poor fool began to fall.

Then a sudden surge of fury overcame the false cleric in that moment, and he shot his hand out to catch the drugal by its throat.

It never dropped the scythe -- perhaps some part of its dazed intellect remembered its original purpose and was determined to survive the encounter. If so, this was an impressive creature, for all its barbarism. But for all that, it was no match for the inhuman strength the vampiric drowl possessed, and he began to squeeze the creature's neck until he felt the bones shatter beneath his hand.

01-Oct-2019 02:46:36

Demither10

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He felt the instant the life fled the creature and immediately began to force his will on it through the physical link they shared. This was not something he would have dared attempt before his transformation, but his power now gave him the chance to be bold.

Attempting to reanimate a freshly-dead creature was difficult at best, but the cold rage that filled Vyrl told him to abandon sense and make his attackers pay for this assault on him. Common sense -- the kind that reminded him of his own carelessness in being so close to the action -- fled, and in the next moment, he found that transcendent connection with his victim, and the elation that followed was enough to nearly break their connection.

He did this to you.

You know the one. The coward. The old man, the fool.

He sent you here.

He called you.

He knew you could not slay me, but he sent you to your death anyway.

IT IS HIS FAULT.

The cold, the dark, the pain.

All because of him.

BECAUSE OF HIM!

His hand started to tremble. He was truly furious, wasn’t he? He needed to regain control. Calm himself.

He deserves to die, you know he does.

A deep breath.

Bring him down with you.

Make him FEEL it.

Behind him, the bird screamed.

Bring the dark to the one who abandoned you to it.

Take your revenge!

He was losing control. This was dangerous. Breathe. Breathe.

…go.

Slowly, deliberately, he let go of the corpse’s throat and watched it fall, war-scythe somehow still in hand. It lay, broken on the ground for a moment before it rose again, and wandered into the melee.

01-Oct-2019 02:46:47

Demither10

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Another deep breath to calm himself, and Vyrl felt back in control again. He watched for only a moment more before turning from the window, and left the room with slow, deliberate steps.

The odds of the undead drugal slaying Vyras were essentially nonexistent. Very likely by the time Vyrl was too far away to maintain its unlife -- it had fought the resurrection quite strongly and would take any excuse to fall again -- it would be dead already, but the thought of Vyras slaying one of his own was enough to cast away the veil of regret Vyrl felt about his carelessness.

Now… where could he find more bodies? The vampiric nobility would be unhappy with him if he were to avoid the fighting altogether, but that was the handy thing about being a powerful necromancer; there’s no need to get all that close to the fighting. He just needed to be close enough.

He decided to move towards the roof. Surely it was safer to control a battle from beneath it, rather than above, with stone as the barrier instead of air. He walked slowly through the halls of the fortress, footsteps echoing around him as he made his slow journey upwards. The undead bird had followed him and now flew ahead of him. He wondered whether it was announcing his presence intentionally, but that did not matter. He did not want to risk being mistaken for anyone else, and by now every vampire around associated the medium-sized pile of bird bones with him.

He was in no rush to get to the battle, but get there he would for sure. There would be death on the rooftops. The thought made him smile.

01-Oct-2019 02:46:55

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