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Post by Dymion on Jun 24, 2016 18:23:01 GMT
Night had settled on Etirath. In the cool clutches of the stoney streets and alleys, the shops had closed, and the rabble had retreated into their sanctums to reside, peaceful eyes roaming the streets one last time before curtains of many colors sealed away the world outside. Rodents scittered in the shadows, as feral cats and stray canines wondered in search of a meal. Pools of shallow, murky water reflected the lunar light that pierced the thin clouds above, and cascaded their reflections across the smooth surfaces around them. A new world had settled upon the city, one that would last for but a few fleeting hours. But, that was all he needed.
Seeming to melt from the shadows and pool into a human form, Ethale emerged from his place in the alley's shadow, his typically smiling facade carrying a look of purpose. Casting his gaze on the empty streets, his yellow, predatory gaze searched for any eyes that might be roaming in the dark. He found none, and so set into action, facing ahead as he entered a short sprint and jumped, his right hand catching the roof's edge as he pulled himself up with a serene grace. Landing almost silently, he walked forward a few more paces, and at the center of the building paused to survey the area yet again. This time, he saw it, a dim light weaving through the streets, bobbing as it moved through Avenue and alley, drifting further away. A brief, knowing smile, and he was after it, leaping and gliding his way over the rooftops as he neared his target.
When he came to a stop, it was while overlooking an alley, the light turning the corner to enter as the vampyre froze completely. Bathed in the dim flickering of a lantern was a young man, dressed in a fine leather vest and a dark rust toned tunic, his blue eyes nervously darting about while his unknown observer noted the details of his features. Ethale felt a slight, predatory grin form on his features. It seemed his victim was up to no good. If that was the case, it then fell upon the vampyre to put an end to his actions... what a pity.
Without a single sound of warning, the vampyric individual, descended thoughtlessly, his fall cushioned as he landed on the back of the unfortunate soul. Before a cry could be uttered, however, Ethale's hand had covered the youth's mouth, and with a quick, decisive action, his fangs pierced his prey's jugular, easily reaching the sweet nectar of life hidden beneath flesh. Moments passed, and enough had been drained to satisfy any normal vampyre; Ethale, however, was not done, and as the light faded from the young man's view, so too did the blood from his veins, minutes passing as the eerily motionless individual steadily became limp. Finished with the empty vessel, Ethale now stood again to his full height, and with a calm smirk, rolled over the pale, bloodless figure. Perhaps, he should have stopped, just long enough to offer a gift. But that didn't matter anymore. The lad was gone.
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Post by Maur on Jun 24, 2016 19:08:41 GMT
"Stop Nam, I sense something."
The tall warrior stopped dead, Shang had sensed something? What exactly could be have sensed other than his current target? The slimy little creature was probably out of reach by now, and Gell was so close, he had been trying to identify why people had gone missing near the tunnels he currently ran through for weeks, and finally he witnessed whatever it was that he now chased dispatch someone and drag them down here. He wanted nothing more than to shoot down the dark corridor in full sprint, catch the creature and strangle the life from it, but he knew that when Shang assumed that tone, something was afoot.
"What is it Demon?" Gell asked his possessor. "Something powerful." "If you could be any more cryptic I would certainly appreciate it." "Shut your internal mouth young one, if you truly wish to hunt a slayer of men, I have found one far greater than this paltry creature."
Gell was intrigued, and sought to know more. Shang told him roughly where he perceived the new game to be, and he left the tunnels with celerity. Within minutes he was on the street, moving quickly and quietly in the darkness while his grey cloak served to give him excellent visual camouflage, if this was enough to fool his new target he had no clue, he did not even know what his new target was. "A Vampyre." Shang informed his host as they rounded a corner, the Hunter's large booted feet began to move faster, he became slightly louder as he pounded the cobble stone streets, his mutated heart began to beat ferociously as he saw a woman flee an alleyway, this was it, this was the hunt itself.
"STOP!" Shang bellowed as Gell entered the alleyway, holding his short sword in a reverse grip.
"IT IS TOO STRONG!"
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Post by Dymion on Jun 24, 2016 20:09:52 GMT
Footsteps, loud, clear and careless, rang down the street as Ethale finished inspecting his recent victim, eyes glancing over his shoulder as his ears tuned into the sound. Their owner was heavy, or at least heavier than a commoner, likely covered in some armor. Indeed, it seemed to approach rather than retreat, making it that much more likely a guard had heard some form of commotion. The vampyre cursed to himself for his carelessness. He'd seemingly grown lazy in the past years. Whatever the case, the time between now and the approaching entity's arrival was shrinking quickly. Quick action would make things easier, and with that in mind, Ethale leaned down to pick of the bloodless corpse before him, hands grasping its shins just as an armored individual appeared, armed with a single sword. Turning with the body, Ethale flashed a quick grin, which would be hard to catch as the cadaver flew with ease at the figure, Ethale's vampyric muscles and the momentum of him turning sending the body through the air almost casually.
His foe distracted, Ethale then took the time to adjust and assess, turning to the wall as he leaped towards it, pushing off in the other direction and repeating on the opposing structure until he was out of the alley and on the roof. Looking down, he took a moment to assess how the individual responded, and get a slightly more detailed look. From what he saw, he knew this wasn't a typical guard. The figure was tall, darkly clad, and void of the typical signs carried by an Etirathian guard. The blood within his veins pulsed differently, more accelerated, while it reacted beyond the capabilities of a man. Ethale wanted to know more, and so, rather than run, he waited, yellow eyes glaring down in the night as he silently observed the creature below.
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Post by Maur on Jun 25, 2016 2:28:09 GMT
The Hunter skidded to a halt, and caught a glimpse of the man he pursued, he could barely achieve that however. Just after he emerged into the alleyway the corpse of a man was thrown at him, Gell reacted quickly, lashing out with one leg and kicking the projectile of a man directly in the torso, he could hear ribs shatter as the deceased careened into the alley wall.
For the simple second his attention had been directed at the body, his prey vanished from sight. "Where did it go?" Gell asked the only creature alive he could truly converse with. "I will not say, you must leave this place!" The Imp hissed, "It is too strong for you." "I have yet to encounter one so strong." Gell said, his mental tone one of surprise and doubt. "Which advances my argument, do not fight this creature Nam." Shang was concerned, far more concerned than he had been for the well-being of his host in the past, over two hundred years in the same body and this was the first time the demonic entity had shown genuine concern for his host...why? It was not as if he couldn't simply jump to another body. Shang had once told the Hunter that those of weaker will can be expunged entirely, allowing their body's to be turned into simple puppets for the creature. Apparently Gell was not one of those cases, could it be that the Demon actually considered Gell some form of friend? No, it could not, the Imp wasn't capable.
These thoughts happened in a few mere moments, afterward Gell scanned the walls of the alley, he saw nothing but progressed further regardless. If one were to listen to Shang in those seconds that passed, they would hear how death lingered in that place, perhaps he was right. Without warning the Hunter looked up, his sight pierced the darkness easily, and revealed what he perceived to be a human form. Gell briefly paid attention to the fact that he was not the cause of the sudden movement, and that Shang had taken control of his neck muscles, but he was quickly back to the matter at hand.
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Post by Dymion on Jun 25, 2016 5:09:04 GMT
This was an interesting individual indeed, its very movements varying from those of the typical individual, with a scent alien to the vampyre's ancienthe and accurate memory. Pacing above on the edge of the rooftop as he watched the entity below, Ethale began to contemplate a concept forming in the back of his mind, one hand folded over his chest, clutching the red stone in his armor, while the other reached to grasp the handle of his longsword. Meanwhile, the thing below had paused, and as its head finally snapped up, a sixth sense seeming to be the cause, Ethale allowed the slightest growth to the smile that plastered his face. The surprises this creature provided were all to beneficial to the plans of the vampyre. But he needed to approach this carefully, or the rewards reaped would be diminished.
"You seem lost. Is there some way I can help you?" He chuckled, yellow eyes scanning for a reaction as he continued to probe at the psyche of his observer. "Or perhaps you are not lost, but seeking. Tell me, what is it that called you to me? A sense of right, a wish to purge away some monstrosity? Or perhaps, it was something greater...
Kneeling down, Ethale's eyes narrowed as he focused on the head of the creature below.
"Does the hunt bring to you a thrill?"
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Post by Maur on Jun 25, 2016 5:35:17 GMT
He stared at it for a moment, it was a man, with a pallid complexion and a flowing white mane, his smile widened when he saw Gell glance upwards, and it was not long before he spoke. He said that Gell had seemed lost, and offered help. "Isn't that nice of him." Shang remarked sardonically, the Hunter attempted to quiet him.
He spoke more on the possible reasons Gell had for following him, unfortunately not one would provoke a verbal response since the possessed creature was not capable of such a thing, and at this moment Shang refused to speak for him. The Vampyre knelt, his eyes flashed dangerously in the moonlight, which, Gell idly noted while taking the smallest of moments to peer at the bright orb, was becoming dangerously close to a full moon. If he were to be exposed to another one of those, there would be no telling how many could be killed, and if he himself would survive another rampage. The man would be silhouetted against the moon to any human eye, but Gell's vision was not human, and he could see the man clearly, another question was asked of him. The Vampyre wanted to know if he got a thrill from the hunt, in response Gellnamshang did the only thing he could think to do, he took off his mask. Beneath it a featureless and angular face of calloused purple flesh was marked by scars of a vibrant green, his eye sockets were occupied by glowing spheres of green flame, he had no mouth, no nose, and no visible ears. The Hunter's gaze remained fixated on the Vampyre, awaiting any form of response while keeping track of that sword his hand rested on.
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Post by Dymion on Jun 25, 2016 16:02:06 GMT
There was no response at first. The creature just seemed to stand there, watching Ethale as the vampyre continued to speak, in his smooth, calm tone, yellow eyes searching for any reaction. Perhaps it was mute, but mutes typically shook or nodded their heads if they could hear... perhaps it simply did not wish to speak, seeing him as a vile presence, as men of righteousness were apt to do. Whatever the case, Ethale was failing to get a response to help him gain insight into the tall armored figure, and he was running out of options that didn't require more direct engagement. He was loathe to get near anything he did not understand; he hadn't lived this long due to a lack of caution. In the end, though, he finally got a little of what he wanted, the creature pulling away it's mask.
Ethale's first response was a wary one, his eyes averting to not look directly at it, unsure if it's visage had arcane properties he'd rather avoid. When nothing happened, however, he returned his attentions to the creature, surveying it closely as his head tilted slightly.
"Well now... you are interesting, aren't you?" Ethale stood to his full height, and began pacing the rooftop, eyes never leaving the individual below. "I wonder why it is I find you, like me, wondering in the night, hidden from the world in some form or fashion because... well, because they see us as monsters." He stopped, looking hard at the purple face and green eyes. "They would call us abominations, spawned from some dark abyss, and yet we are gifted, an evolution if the basic, simple form given to men. But they would squalor it by forcing us into the dark, or else suffering an excruciating death..." Ethale seemed to trail off, thinking for a moment before speaking again.
"Do you feel a higher calling?"
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Post by Maur on Jun 25, 2016 21:32:53 GMT
Yes, he was interesting, and he was reminded of the fact every time a human screamed should they happen to see him, beneath the cloak and armor was a torn and battered creature who used what power he had been granted, however unfortunately, to protect the innocent from those who would prey on them.
Gell wished he could tell the man that he had found him wandering because Gell was on the hunt, trying to find things like him and remove their threads from the tapestry of the world. The Vampyre stood to his full height, not nearly as physically imposing as Gell, but it was undeniable that the creature had a presence. It was true what he said, that they were both seen as monsters, but truer than that was the fact that monstrousness lies in intention, this beast playing at being human survived by hunting the innocent, by slaughtering them like cattle, he was a wolf, and Gell was a shepherd.
He did feel a higher calling, the calling to expunge darkness like him from the world.
Gellnamshang pulled a dagger from his boot with the hand that did not already grip his short sword, he held it by the tip and threw it, aiming for the Vampyre's throat. At the same time he pulled the mask back down over his face in a fluid motion, and approached the wall that Ethale stood atop, he could barely see the outline of a door, which he kicked. The heavy hinges were broken from the wall and down came the entire construction, swiftly he entered and pulled out a gift from a Goblin friend of his that he had kept in his cloak, a mine. He sat the bomb on a chair by the entryway and quickly strung a thin wire from it to a sconce on the wall, the explosive had been packed with silver shrapnel, he hoped it would slow the creature so he could remove his head. The entire operation took him a few seconds, he then proceeded to disappear up a stairwell, hoping to Noc that no one was home.
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Post by Dymion on Jun 26, 2016 3:25:34 GMT
There was, however brief, a moment of silence between the two predators in the night, their eyes staring at the other, and for a moment, there might have been a sense of understanding between the two. All of that rnded, however, when the abomination struck, reaching for a dagger and tossing it at the waiting vampyre. Ethale was quick to react, and with an almost casual step and lean avoided the small projectile, keeping his yellow eyes set on the tall figure as it quickly made its way into the building. Briefly, Ethale just shook his head, turning to walk towards the buildings center. A few steps later though, and he pivoted, entering a quick sprint before he jumped from the rooftop's edge, easily closing the gap below before setting foot on the next roof.
Still sprinting, it didn't take long for him to reach the other side, his body twisting as he did until he was in a half slide, half jump, disappearing over the edge as he slid into the next space between two buildings. When he landed, he stopped, listening to see if his attacker was pursuing. Either way, he would only hesitate a moment before moving casually into the street, drawing his longsword as he continued walking away from the building, his ears tuned for the slightest sign of the other.
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Post by Maur on Jun 26, 2016 17:51:07 GMT
It hurt him. For how long could she keep screaming?
He had run up the stairs and directly into an upper-class housewife, she immediately began screeching in terror. Apparently she was not the only one home at this time of night, because a man emerged from a room down a hall to his right wearing a sleeping robe with a sword in hand. He rushed the hunter and swung, Gell caught the poorly aligned strike with his gloved hand and pushed it to the side, planting a firm but slow kick against the man's chest, pushing him backwards and hopefully incapacitating him. It was dark in the house, the only light was a candle in the room he had emerged from, he probably did not even know what he was swinging at, just that there was apparently a giant shadow attacking his wife, which had dashed down the stairs screaming.
In a second Gell realized she was trying to run, and she would leave through the door he entered. He quickly leaped off the banister and tackled the woman, desperately trying to keep her from reaching the door until he could disable the explosive, she screamed and scratched at him, finally managing to slip from his grasp, the Hunter wished he could have shouted for her to stop before she ran directly into the wire, tripping the bomb.
The room was filled with fire and metal as the bomb went off, she was ripped to shreds in the doorway, the banister was obliterated by shrapnel, one piece pierced shattered the cheek of his mask and left a massive gash on his face, a flap of purple skin revealed the glowing green blood beneath. He was hit in a few other places, nothing major but it hurt nonetheless, the entire side of the house was on fire and smoke threatened to choke the unconscious man in the upstairs hall. Gellnamshang quickly realized that the man was not going to save himself, he rushed up the flaming stairs, feeling the heat against his thick hide. He scooped the man up and made a quick decision to kick through a nearby wall, he leaped out into the street and carried the poor man a ways before depositing him on the street. he hoped to Noc that they were the only two inhabitants of the dwelling.
His target then came to the front of his mind, Shang was not going to help him find him, the Demon said nothing at this point, Gell stood and scanned the street quickly, only to see Ethale with sword drawn walking away slowly, as if to taunt him. The Hunter entered a sprint, he was going to end the monster, civilians who heard the explosion had begun to emerge into the street, looking on with shock as their neighbor's house burned, Gell paid it to attention, he wanted to be through with this ghastly fiend.
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Post by Dymion on Jun 29, 2016 22:01:26 GMT
When the bomb went off, Ethale couldn't help but be impressed by the power of the detonation, the ensuing fire glimmering in his eyes as he came to a stop in the center of the street. Calmly, he stood watching as a fire soon enveloped the house, smoke pouring out as the structure began to collapse in. Ethale was sure the creature was dead... until it burst from the building's side, a bundled figure on its shoulder as it moved to the street's center. Placing its burden down, it almost immediately looked at Ethale, and as it began to barrel towards him, the vampyre allowed a smug grin to form on his face. Then, he caught the slightest hint of green; a single frop, pure in its shape, resided under a cut in its cheek, a detail Ethale noted only due to his heightened senses. With hardly a pause, the skilled sanguimancer took advantage of it.
Raising his hand calmly, collected, Ethale muttered only a few words from his safe distance down the street, exhorting his power over the creature's blood as his eyes closed. In the next second, his mind lead the drop on a highly accelerated path, weaving through the streets this way and that, Ethale sensimg the quickly approaching entity as the green liquid began to move in a serpentine pattern among the emerging neighbors. Unknown to them, their curiosity was a grave mistake, and the spinning, highly accelerated pinpoint of ichor and energy began to move through their own flesh with ease, bringing death in the blink of an eye as person after person dropped, their neck's right side pierced by one straight hole through the jugular as they screamed and clasped their bleeding throats.
By the time the last unfortunate soul had fallen to the small bead, the armored figure was a few mere feet from Ethale, whose eyes flashed open, grin wide as the flying dot of blood struck a wall and the palm of the vampyre's hand exploded, a huge blast of shadow energy rippling towards the creature in an effort to blast it back.
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Post by Lev on Jun 30, 2016 2:20:03 GMT
"S-sir, all of them just- just-"
"You're speaking to your Captain, Borsmith. Address him properly. We talked about this."
"I'm sorry, Victor.. sir! I mean- Captain DeCarlisle, they all just fell down dead! The Hartbuilt house took to fire and smoke, collapsed, and the whole lot of 'em started spitting blood like- like," the young boy paused nervously to sign some strange religious gesture across his forehead, "like Idvesta snatched their lives right from 'em."
The youth's story had spun quite a following. Guards from each post clung to the growing party like sticker bush seeds as it passed, unsure about staying behind to finish their shift or following their leader to the emergency. They'd all heard the explosion.. so they all doubtlessly wanted to be as close to the action as possible. It made Willem sick- not just with anger, but with worry. With all of the madness that seemed to be stirring in the kingdom, being a soldier was becoming a popular profession. Sacrifice, bravery, heroism! Fools, all of them. They were all going to die..
"Victor get these gloryhounds to form a line from the fountain to the house. We need water on those flames, and I want their pay docked for every minute they spent away from their station. That'll teach them to leave without orders," Willem shouted loud enough for the rest of the herd to hear. A collective grumble came from the crowd (from those who hadn't already fled the scene, that is). Keeping his hurried pace, Willem continued. "Borsmith, take a breath and tell me what you saw. Every minute you spend stammering someone dies," Willem reminded him firmly. "Talk. Now."
The young man snapped into focus and explained the situation in more depth as the fiery scene devoured their view. A few more civilians had taken it upon themselves to help the fallen outside of their homes while others threw whatever water they could find onto the fires, some smacking the flames with thick blankets to keep them low. There was so much blood on the cobblestone. It mixed with the water and glistened like fresh oil beneath the orange flames. It took more strength than Willem expected to push the images from his mind and get to work. He ordered the two men on his right to move the wounded off of the streets, and had the three on his left search the area for anyone who might've fled the scene. Borsmith was ordered to run a message to the palace.
Willem had almost finished dragging the body of a dead middle-aged woman toward the pile when he heard a strained sound. It sounded like the wooden leg of a chair being raked against the floor. Short bursts once, twice, again. He was about to dismiss it as part of the building giving way to the weight of the damage, but then a sharp painful cry caught his attention. Was his mind playing tricks on him? A quick glance around told him that there were no children standing nearby. Could he afford to leave it unchecked? Harris.. The youngest Authern's face stared back at him through his mind's eye, judging him for his hesitation. Damn the whole thing, he thought! Mind game or reality, he was going to find out what that noise was either way. One deep, reckless breath and he plunged into the open door of the burning house.
"Is anyone in here?!"
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Post by Maur on Jun 30, 2016 3:00:41 GMT
He drew ever nearer to the fiend, he was nearly within reach, he would slice the devil's throat and pull that stone from his chest, but as he resolved to do these things something else happened, the citizens who had lined the streets fell in near unison, they began to bleed upon the ground, Gell faltered in confusion, his sprint slowed slightly, and that was when he saw the massive wave of shadow that threatened to slam into him.
"Shang!" The Hunter cried out mentally, his momentum was too great, he could not strafe the attack, nor could he duck below it as it scraped the ground and blasted up cobble stones in its path, he could not leap over it for its height was too great, he needed his companion. Quickly and violently he felt his body tense, his blood circulated at a rapid rate and the glowing spheres that were his eyes brightened to miniature suns in their sockets. "I can absorb the brunt of it." Shang said as the attack neared. "I trust you." Gell managed to say before the blow struck him like a charging giant, the vicious impact shook him as he was picked up by the shadowy wall of power, it carried him past the burning house, past three more houses before it dissipated and his momentum carried him another ten yards, he tried to count the time it took him to travel the distance, but he never even got to a second. After his airborne trip was through the Hunter impacted the ground hard and rolled, he should have felt weak, but instead his limbs tingled with energy. "I made his power work for us." Shang told him as he laid on the ground, "Now get up and run." Gell hesitated before he stood, he did not want to run, he saw what the monster could do, Ethale had just blatantly murdered dozens in front of him, his mind also wandered to the people in that house, he caused the explosion, he owed anyone alive in there his own life. The Hunter's sense of Morals and self preservation fought for what seemed like minutes to Gell, but was truly no more than twenty seconds. he lifted his head and looked down the street, trying to glimpse the creature that could be the death of him, but Ethale could not be seen by his eyes, either he was hallucinating from the blow or the Vampyric Lord had fled.
He decided then and there that he would kill that thing some day, or die in the attempt, but for now he stood and thought about his next move, he had no hope of catching Ethale again that night, and even less of actually prevailing against him. Gell's conscience took over, and he sprinted toward the burning building, the doorway had collapsed but he managed to muscle his way through the rubble and make an opening. As he entered he could hear faintly in the distance, a chorus of armored feet stomping the ground, the Guards were coming. The Hunter desperately tried to ignore the bits of sizzling housewife that clung to the burning floor as tried to listen for any sort of sound over the roar of the flames, even his enhanced vision could not pierce the inferno. He heard nothing, and dashed up the stairs in an attempt to locate someone, anyone, he ran he to the end of the hall and entered a room to his right, he searched it fervently, it appeared to have been touched by flame only recently, if anyone was alive there was a good chance they would be in there.
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Post by Annasiel on Jun 30, 2016 4:10:24 GMT
Drak froze when the rumble ripped through the residential district, his hand loosening around the collar of an near-unconscious banker. He lowered the tip of his glaive from the man's throat, turning his head in the general direction of the worrisome noise, letting the beaten man's limp form slide a bloody track down the alley wall. Nonchalantly, the guard wiped his bloody hands off on a soiled handkerchief, and stowed the rag in his back pocket.
Wha' the bloody fek was that?
Though the words were not spoken, they were thought in anticipation of an answer. He had been growing used to this arcane method of communication over the past few days. It never ceased to tighten his throat knowing his every musing was at the whim and view of a higher power. At least the invasion no longer felt foreign; no, it was more like he was having elaborate conversations with a more rational, more eloquent, and more powerful part of his own mind.
It would be prudent for you to find out, She responded. You may leave the fool. He has learned his lesson, and will not dream of speaking out against us... no, I think he might even join us. I sense great discord in his brittle spirit.
It was comforting how She always looked out for him. She always knew what to say to assuage his fears, to calm his doubts. Listening to Her words was like drinking a tall, deep glass of honeywater, just like his mam used to make. Obeying without question, the guard walked away from the slumped bureaucrat. The banker would go missing for two days, and when he returned, would have no recollection of the lost time. She would make sure of it.
Drak walked out onto the main street, bumping past frightened and anxious citizens in his pursuit. As he turned a corner, an entourage of guards came into sight, the venerable Willem DeCarlisle at the forefront. He couldn't believe he'd ever looked up to the tough, simple captain. There were much stronger forces in the world, much better causes to serve, than to be under his naive command. Now that his eyes were opened, he knew the guards of Etirath were nothing more than fodder. Pawns for the queen and her council. His new Queen would change it all, give power and strength their brittle bodies could only dream of.
"Capt'in DeCarlisle!" Drak called, running up beside the group of soldiers. "Wha' the hell is goin' on? It sounded like an exploshin, or some shite... is e'ryone okay?"
Willem either ignored or didn't hear Drak. The guard dropped his pace, falling behind the other guards, but still walking purposefully in their direction. Whatever it was, he would be ready.
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Post by Dymion on Jun 30, 2016 4:35:59 GMT
As the blast rocketed from his hand, Ethale could feel the rapidly fading presence of the creature that had only moments before been charging him, the blood within a signal as it dissipated into the distance. But while one had moved further away, many moved closer, and with a curious tilt of his head, Ethale allowed himself to pull further on his senses, noting the way their blood pumped through the veins, rapidly, as if filled with intent. These individuals were undoubtedly here in response to the explosion. That meant they were the guards.
Turning quickly, it only took a moment for Ethale to vanish into the alleyway, the shadows engulfing him as he weaved closer to the approaching cluster of individuals. Only a small way away from the inferno that had once served as a home, he waited, working to listen past the raging fire to a voice hidden beneath it, the individuals around it stationary as if listening themselves. It was a man, his voice ringing as clearly as it could while providing orders to those around him. But that specific individual was not interested Ethale most, his own body staying near the inferno as he too began to assist. Instead, Ethale was more interested in one of the three guards sent to search the area, specifically the one approaching his vicinity. A slight smile played at his lips, and he was on the move, an idea in his mind as he began to steadily weave through the passages, shadows seeming to cling to him as he went.
It was in an alley nearly a street over when he attacked. The guard, alert and jumpy, made his way through one dark alley, eyes searching the shadows while his spear was at the ready, prepared to strike against any threat. Unfortunately l, he did not look up, and as Ethale descended, in a similar fashion to his former victim,b he was knocked prone, unable to move as Ethale slammed the hilt of his sword against the man's head, knocking him unconcious. As soon as the guard went limph, Ethale set to work, Fang's piercing the soft tissue of the neck as he began to drain the poor soul. Unlike the first of the night however, this one was not emptied, and as his skin became pale, half the blood in his veins drained, Ethale removed his fangs, still kneeling by the guard as he flipped the unconcious man over. A quick glance thrown over his shoukder, ears listening for any sounds of someone approaching, and the vampyre decided it was safe enough, turning with a determined look to again face the man.
The words Ethale mumbled as he held out his hand, palm up, we're dark and ancient, and as their magics worked, a single drop of blood seemed to bubble through the vampyre's skin, his yellow eyes gleaming in the darkness as the process worked. Then, bending down to the guard, the vampyre held his palm over the man'said gaping lips, then allowed it to tilt. That single drop, so potent in its gift, slipped past the lips, and as it hit the throat, it would seep in, the magic working as an innocent man began to change.
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