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OOC: In response to the recent popularity of vampires over the past month (Something to do with the coming of October, perhaps?) I have decided to give them a worthy opponent. I am creating a group of vampire hunters, led by the Dark Argonian, Whiptail. I am curious as to what responses I will recieve.

IC: Whiptail stood atop a high mountain platu, facing east to the rising sun. Behind him stood the Temple of Darkness, a shrine of the Dark Argonian people to the infinite darkness that engulfed the world at every sunset. Whiptail enjoyed the darkness, it brought calm and soothing memories back to him. In recent times, he had heard news of traders that traveled through the Black Marsh, tales of creatures that fed during the night, drinking the blood of their victims. Whiptail was afflicted with a rare curse similar to vampirisum, called 'The Curse of the Sacred Blood' by the Argonian people. It gave him supernatural speed, strength, agility and immortality, at the cost of the taste of blood. If he did not taste blood during his bloodlust, he would lose his sanity, becoming a vicious beast with a single purpose: to kill.

Whiptail had sent invitations out to many nations, issuing a call for established vampire hunters to join him in combating creatures that preyed on innocents in his hours of peace. He would end this threat, and allow himself to be at peace once again, and perhaps regain his long-lost honor. He turned away from the golden orb that was rapidly gaining height in the azure sky, heading into the temple, the light breeze causing his black cloak to billow around him.

OOC: A wee bump for the sake of giving this thing a second chance. Join dammit!

Ma Liang was standing up against a pillar in the Temple of Darkness, waiting for Whiptail to notice him. He had heard of Whiptail's plea to restore the peace to the land, peace which had been stolen from him by the vampires. Sport within the tainted Ratling Clan territory grew scarce, and when Liang heard of Whiptail's invitation, he boarded the first junk out of Neo-Wu.

"I hear you are looking for a few good vampire hunters..."

"You are correct in your assumption. I am know as Whiptail the Fallen. I do not know your name, or your occupation." Whiptail says curtly, his 5'11" tail twitching with curiosity.

"I am called Ma Liang. I hail from the Crab Territories in Neo-Wu. I am what the Neo-Wuwians call a Ranger, an individual who lives in the wilderness and hunts the evil abberations that threaten the Empire. Word got around that an Argonian by the name of Whiptail was asking for aid against the blood suckers. Perhaps I could be of service."

A man walks up to the front of the Temple of Darkness, Wearing a cloak of royal red, fully surrounding his body, leaving only the area below his nose in his face visible...

Feeling this is where he was called for his mission, the man walks in...

The man walks in and sees Whiptail, his fangs hit a glint of light, shining in Whiptails face, "Do not fret, I am not a vampire. I am here to help and join the vampire hunters, My name is Vor'en." Vor'en bows.

"The fangs are part of my race, and unless you require me to show you what I am, I will not show myself untill need be..."

***In front of the Temple of Darkness***

Suddenly out of nowhere a gryphon shoots out of the sky laden with one rider, a human. The human is in armor and is carrying a heavy shield, a sword in a scabbard, and a book. He agilely jumps off the gryphon and gesturing to the it and walks towards the Temple. The gryphon flies off...

The human walks over to Whiptail.

"I am Duke Omnus Stormrider, I am a Paladin of the Holy Fire hailing from the Five Civilized Nations. My king has ordered me to assist in any way I can..."

--The Tale of Omnus Stormrider

Liang looked over at the newest additions to the party; the mysterious Vor'en, and the Duke Stormrider. Smirking, Liang introduced himself to the two.

Vor'en bows to Liang, "Hello, Sir Liang, it is nice to meet you."

Vor'en turns to Duke Stormrider, "Hello to you to, Duke Stormrider, my name is Vor'en, It is nice to meet you."

Vor'en keeps his head down, but to where he can still see so he dosen't get any light off his fangs again.

Seeing Ma Liang's smirk, Duke Omnus's anger rises.

"I hear your name is Ma Liang. You are named after a famous strategist from China's Three Kingdoms period... You cannot possibly live up to your namesake..."

Rudely brushing past Ma Liang, Duke Omnus walks over to Ver'on.

Ever alert, the Duke Omnus raises his sword... Snatching Vor’en chin he pries his mouth open…

"Fangs… What are you?"

--The Tales of Duke Omnus Stormrider

Vor'en pulls away, "Dont touch me fool!" Vor'en backs up. "I do not want to fight you, and you need not know my race, for it will be revealed when Whiptail decides, or when i need to. And don't dare touch my cloak, for if you reveal me without my onscent I will be forced to hurt you."

Vor'en rubs his chin, trying to numb the slight pain in his jaw. "If you MUST know, I MAY tell."


OOC also what time period? is it modern or midevil or what?

OOC: Hmm, Anti-Vampire Squad...he he he....

IC: He had not sent an invitation to her, but she came anyway...
For The Goddess Had ordered it. Take the spot of my beloved she had ordered. Return those who pray upon people in the night, send them back to the Userper's Demented And she had found a path here, and arrived at the appointed time.

The figure that appeared was almost 6'2". The gray overcoat revealed little of her frame, only the protusion of her breasts reveled her sex. A few wisps of brown hair escaped the gray fadora on her head. She kept her head bowed almost reverently as she rose up the steps to the temple. She spoke nothing, just watched the dark creature out of the corner of her eye, and listened to the others speaking. She smiled at the Griffen, she knew such creatures in the wilds of her home, although she had never seen one allow a rider.

Omnus rears his head back and starts laughing… "I hardly think that you could even kill me… The powerful Swordmasters of Ginaz have trained me and have made me one of the instructing Swordmasters there… I know more than 200 different ways of how to kill people without using weapons. And I have killed more people than you have even met…"

Raising his sword and pointing it at Ver’on, Omnus continues, "If you are a friend, you have nothing to be afraid of… But, I must test if you are a vampire or not…"

Before anyone can do anything, Omnus summons the power of the Holy Light, “HOLY LIGHT.” A beam of light shoots out of Omnus’s hand and surrounds Ver’on’s body… And nothing happens…

"Hmmm… So you are not a vampire. My sincere apologies."

Omnus bows deeply. Omnus turns and walks away.

--The Tales of Duke Omnus Stormrider

Medieval would be the best...

Ver'on stares at Omnus, "Are you sure I have not killed more than you? I wouldn't be so sure, how old are you? If you dont mind me asking, considering also you checked to see if I was a vampire or not without my conscent!" Ver'on removes his hood, revealing piercing flaming red eyes, his dull red hair was long, going down to about his chest, "This is only a taste of what I look like and what I am. Are you human, Omnus? and what is your age?"

"I am human… My nation and my kings have needed me so many times, that whenever they are in peril, I have been resurrected."

--The Tales of Omnus Stormrider

"So in a way, your undead..." Ver'on continues to stare at Omnus, "How many years have you been alive? Or how many accumulated years have you gained?"

She looked at them both an thought Men, arguing about who has more notches in his hilt. Next they will be thumping each other...about honor. I hope they get the dual over with quickly

She started admiring the construction of the temple...

Duke Omnus Stormrider laughs… “I am not undead. I haven’t been “reanimated,” I’ve only be resurrected using the power of the Altar of the Kings. My spirit whenever I die or am killed, goes there. And whenever I am needed, my spirit becomes tangible, and I become part of the living. My name is Omnus, because I am what is called an Omnius, an ethereal being that can be both a spirit and a member of the living. I have lived for centuries in this manner…”

--The Tales of Omnus Stormrider

Suddenly, Omnus Stormrider sees the tall woman strolling about...

"What in hell, a woman!?! This is gonna be an interesting hunt"

Vor'en sighs 'Just another one of them damned spirits I run into...'

He looks at the new girl, 'No, its not a fight over honor, he just violated one of my races codes of honor... that is all, but I will be forgiving, because it does seem logical that a vampire hunter will check any beings with fangs, it makes sense

Vor'en just stood there, keeping his cloak on, but not minding now that his hood was down...

OOC: Note I use italics for internal dialog...although I did violate that at the begining. So she didn't say anything outloud...

She just raised her eyebrow at the comment...."I'm afraid I didn't realize I had said that outloud, my appolgies." She replied. "I do find it a little tiresome to find you already beating your chests about your number of kills."

OOC i know Vor'en can read limited thoughts, such as the one u just said, as can all of his race, but he is a little more adept to it.

IC "You didn't say that outloud..." Vor'en turns and leans against the wall...

He sends a message to the girl 'I only respond to thoughts that intrest me or have to do with me, so dont expect me to say much about future thoughts'

Duke Omnus Stormrider suddenly whistles. Like a lightning bolt, four gryphons land in the courtyard.

“If we are ready to depart, these gryphons will be used as our means of transportation. Do not worry, they are friendly and docile, they will not let you fall off,” Omnus says, then pointing to the woman, Omnus yells, “You there. Don’t be shy. We’re going to kill vampires now, so come along…”

--From The Legend of Omnus Stormrider, by the Archmage Vorian Hellfire

"I do not need a gryphon... I will take care of the flying myself..."

Vor'en looks at Omnus, "But thank you for the offer... We should wait for Whiptail's orders, dont you agree?"

"There is that. But I am more interested in what you meant by that comment about women." The speaker stepped out of the shadows of the building, or perhaps out of nowhere at all. She was, of course, female; almost human in appearance. But her skin was bone-white, her eyes crimson, her hair tinged the palest of pinks; additionally, she possessed triangular ears at the top of her head, and a long, fluffy tail, both resembling a fox's, and both as devoid as her hair of any pigmentation. She also possessed teeth sharper than a human's, and the canines might be long enough to be considered fangs. She wore a deep midnight-blue (almost black, in fact) kimono with a starfield pattern, a pink obi of the exact shade of her hair, and a silver tiara inset with a single moonstone.

"Oh great, and I thought I wasn't enough, I thought your kind were very rare, and to think I actually get to see one of your kind..." Vor'en looks at the fox like girl.

"Not that I have any problem with that..."

I had not realized your ability, I shall guard my thoughts...
The feeling of an icy wind, as though a glacier had decided to block off that entire area from veiw.

She turns to the Duke, her grey eyes boring into him,
"I concur...Whiptail is our host. He waits, and so should we. Patience is a virtue seldom found in our enemy, let it be one of our weapons, your Grace." She gives a bow of respect as she finishes her comment.

"The Kin are quite common in Ravenspire. But rare elsewhere," the foxgirl agrees. "I am called Winter Akizuki."

Vor'en will probably notice that, on a telepathic level, Winter doesn't seem to be there at all -- it's not as if there's a mental shield, but as if there's simply no mind to read.

"Well, Winter Akizuki, my race is also a bit rare, and I am sure you may be supprised, but enough of that for now. We must soon get to going on this hunt..."

The Dark Argonian had stood in the shadows near the altar, unmoving. He bares his own set of fangs at the duke. "You are all arrogant, and as the female aptly stated, 'Beating your chests about your number of kills'. I have been a warrior of my race for close to four centuries. You are all children in my eyes, until you prove otherwise. I am not impressed by what teachers you have studied under, what beasts you have slain, what weapons you wield, I have no need of these things. I have but one rule: Do not harm another member of our pack, verbally or physically. If physical conflict arises, I will kill both participants. Am I clear?" Whiptail says with an icy chill in his gravelly voice.

OOC: The time period is modern, but Argonians and Dark Argonians haven't developed guns yet. Whiptail is a very good shot, but prefers his twin katanas.

'Two women, one seemingly half-fox, a Duke of some foreign kingdom, a mysterious mind-reader, a man with an extremely long tail, and myself. This should prove interesting.' Liang thought to himself, looking up at the sky. Turning his attention back to Whiptail, he began to speak.

"Lord Whiptail, when will we depart?"

OOC YES MODERN!!! WOO HOO ok...


IC Vor'en looks at Whiptail, "Can we get this quest going sir? I grow impatient... and I would be middleaged by comparison to your four centuries, for I have lived a bit more than two centuries, and many more to come... but enough of this squabbling, Can we go?"

Bowing slightly, Omnus says to the woman, “I am sorry about my comment. Because of my unique status, I haven’t met a single woman for five years,” Omnus sighs, “My spirit was floating through the spirit realm for the last five years… I have just been recently resurrected, as my King could not spare anyone else to send.”

Then turning to Vor’en… He says, “We are going to a secret place, to meet my mage friend, Vorian Hellfire. His home is surrounded by a shield of energy. Only those that he knows can be allowed to enter. You will be unable to enter, if you fly alone. You must ride a gryphon…”

Then turning to the newcomer, he says contempuously, "I have lived for over seven centuries..." Omnus whistles again and another gryphon lands.

"We shall go now... At my friend's home, there are more vampire hunters awaiting... Whiptail, you are coming too... And now, I will disappear for a while. We shall meet again at the home of my friend."

Before anyone can answer, a blinding flash lights the area, as Omnus disappears...

--The Legend of Duke Omnus Stormrider, by the Archmage Vorian Hellfire

"I must ride a gryphon even if i fly with you?! And how do we know we are going to see this Hellfire guy for sure, Whiptail is the group leader not you, he decides... And I WILL fly without a gryphon... I will jump on with one of you if i must as we enter the barier..."

"We will not depart for some time. I have said before, I am unimpressed with the people I see before me, for words are worthless to one as old as I. I ask for proof of your skills." Whiptail shrugs the hood off of his head. He is indeed reptillian, with a short, blunt snout and ear-likes fins that arch backwards on top of his head. Each ear holds a set of three rings. When he speaks, a pair of short fangs and a forked tongue are made visible. His eyes are the color of polished gold, split in the center with a black slit pupil. He is muscular, sinew easily visible under his scaly skin. The outline of a pair of katanas can be seen under his cloak, the hilt of one poking over his left shoulder, and the other poking out under his left arm. The cloak cover his hands, but both are strong, and have a short claw at the end of each finger. His large feet poke out from under the cloak, each is three toed and flat, each toe ending in a short claw. When he moves, he seems to move on his toes, not his heels like most bipeds. His legs, although not easily visible, are powerful, and he seems to sit back on them, his knees jutting outward. Whiptail's scaly hide is the color of charcoal, and glimmers eerily in the pale morning sun. He blows a small puff of condesed water out of the nostrils at the end of his snout. "Who wishes to go first?" He says, his voice low and gravelly.

Suddenly another blinding flash lights the area, as Duke Omnus Stormrider returns. "I'm sorry for my disappearance, I had to return to the spirit realm to finish something..."

"Whoa... Is everyone trying to fight each other?"

OOC- Although the Five Civilized Nations have invented a lot of advanced weaponry, but the fighters of the Five Civilized Nations disdain advanced weaponry, and instead use swords and magic...

"I believe our personalities will clash, Duke Stormrider. Your mouth seems to get ahead of your mind. I expect better from someone who claims to be as old as you are." Whiptail growls, his tail siwshing around him angrily.

"Hmmm... I have lived for too long... I wish to re-experience my childhood..." Omnus sighs, "Alas, I'm unable to do so... Eternal life is not what its made out to be..."

--The Quotes of Omnus Stormrider

"Then begin. I have the rest of eternity to wait, but you do not. It is wise to begin now."

"I believe that fighting each other will accomplish nothing, except build disdain... I believe that we should make the team ready and get going..."

--The Stories of Omnus Stormrider

"Open your ears and shut your mouth, Duke Stormrider. The words of 'fight each other' never left my tongue. I wish only to see what each is capable of, and to build apon those skills." Whiptail seats himself apon the alter, waiting patiently.

Omnus disappears and reappears next to the Dark Agronian. Bowing slightly, Omnus apologizes, "I am sorry... As you know I was away for a period of time in the spirit realm, straightening some things out..."

"But you must be more forgiving..."

Omnus walks over to Whiptail and bows.

"I will like to witness your skills, if you are willling to exhibit them..."

Liang loaded a clip into his finely crafted pistol, and took aim at the small black bird perched atop a hill nearly 200 feet away. Pulling the trigger, the Ranger killed the animal. Putting the pistol away, Liang began to speak.

"My marksmanship is not my best attribute. I posess un-matched hunting and survival skills."

"Very well." Whiptail says, letting the cloak fall from his shoulders. He wears a sort of black leather breastplate, made from a type of leather not seen before by the others. His shoulders and arms are covered in a bone-like substance, stained black and red with the blood of conutless opponents. His legs are covered in the same odd substance. He draws his katanas with a eerie metal on metal sound. He slaps the flat parts of the blades together once, and a specter appears. It is of an Argonian warrior. Whiptail spins, throwing a backward thrust kick to the midsection of the warrior. The warrior jumps backwards, swinging a wicked-looking spear in Whiptail's direction. The Dark Argonian skates under the weapon, windmilling with his twin blades, then dropping to throw a foot sweep. He succeeds in knocking the specter off of its feet, and he whirls around, bringing both his katanas downward, and impaling his opponent in midair. He sheathes his blades with unnatural speed. "I am more than capable of dispatching a mere warrior ghost. For a true demonstration of my skills, we will need to encounter a vampire." He collects his cloak and sits back down on the alter. He claps his gauntleted hands together, summoning another ghostly warrior, this one is armed with a pair of evil-looking daggers. "I give you the spirit of Sekrit Kath, a warrior of the Elder Family Kath, killed in the last Festival of Blood. He was a skilled warrior, but fell to a shadow elf due to his over-confidence. He will fight each of you, testing you skills."

OOC: I'll control the ghost. I'm hoping some of the vampire nations will show up, aand give us something to hunt.

Omnus begins disappearing and reappearing everywhere...

"This is one of my attributes, instanteous movement... I am mainly a guardian of light and a swordsmen, but I know some magic, mainly healing and fire magic (I know others)."

--The Tales of Omnus

I'll fight...

OOC: Let's try to keep the god-modding to a minimum please. No one is really that fast.

IC: The transparent spirit bows. "I am ready for you to join me in Makaal's Sacred Realm, Stormrider." He says with a hollow voice.

"Hahahahaha... I'm already a spirit remember... I can join you anytime..."

Omnus draws his sword, drops his shield and then disappears...

Omnus reappears in front of Sekrit Kath and begins attacking him using his sword.

Omnus disappears again, reappearing thirty feet in front of Sekrit Kath and drops his sword. He drops into a crouch and prepares to fight.

"Come and fight."

--Omnus

An Elf walks into the fight. He is wearing a dark vest and pants with a red robe over...

"What is going on? I'm sorry. Excuse my interruptance, I am Prince Kael'thas, leader of the Blood Elves. I am here to help..."

OOC: The blood elves is an obcessive WC3 FREAK! lol dont steal names from WC3

IC Vor'en waits, "Whenever your ready for me, I am ready to fight. Do you perfer me to use sword or pistols?"

OOC: LOL!!! It doesn't matter what you use...

As Vor'en crouches and prepares to fight the spirit, a blinding flash lights the area as someone teleports in... As the light dies away, a slender human figure riding a unicorn and holding a staff of power is revealed. The human begins speaking to Omnus...

"Omnus, you're taking so damn long... So I've decided to see what in blazes is holding you up..."

The human gets off the horse and turning to the other figures, he bows and begins speaking.

"I am the Archmage Vorian Hellfire... I was waiting for you to come to my home, but as you never came, I've decided to combe by and see the situation... If it must be I will teleport all of us to a location filled with vampires... It is all up to you."

--From The Memoirs of Vorian Hellfire

Sekrit leaps into the air at head height, spinning around and slamming a large reptillian foot into the Duke's skull, sending him rolling across the floor. "You forget yourself. Do not taunt a warrior of the Angry Viper style." Whiptail says from his seat on the alter, his tail twicthing in amusement.

OOC: Who controls this thread, me or you? Melee weapons only, for the moment. I'll explain why soon.

OOC: Im gonna be gone for three days so dont do much.

OOC: *Smacks Forehead*

OOC: Bump to allow a new crowd to have a crack at this.

(OOC Alright. I shall play some of the vampires, new and old.)

The five sat by the campfire...waiting within the forest, planning. Thier pale skin gained many dark shadows as the fire flickered around. They where brigands, runaways....vampires. They had recently fed, a small attack on a caravan. That was good...there where few who could resist them. The group where like brothers...they where all freaks and criminals to the outside world, for what they where and the crimes they had commited.

"Ezith, what is the word?" One of the figures asked, as he sharpened his spear, the jagged tip designed to cause great pain and blood loss, an instrument of the tortuerer. It was Deaith, one who had tormented his prisoners when he was the jailer...he had remained undetected for quite a while....he would feed off the poor who where locked up, as well as the rich.

Ezith stared at the fire...watching it dance. "There is a small village to the west....we could survive off that for many days before the guard came out...." He said slowly, his voice was strong, one of a leader. He was the oldest of the fledglings...around 84 in combination of his mortal years. A well known criminal in this life and the old, his deeds ran long.

"Bah, we could take them Ezith, we are too powerful for those guards!" Kopi said with great bravido, his mighty hammer he thud on the ground. A strong man in life as he was in death...he wore the heaviest plate mail which he had forged himself. Arrogant and hot headed...he was 63.

"No Kopi. We could not. I admit we could cause a great deal of damage....but, we could not take them all." Ezith said to the others.

The robed one spoke up, his white robes where decieving, once a religous man, now using his powers of illusion and deception to gain infomation and lure prey. Still fresh, but powerful in his mortal days....around 35. "I agree. We could not take them...they are too strong. And now we have word that a mighty band of warriors has formed to hunt out kind!"

"Bah! Flickers hope of a dying race....let them come! We can defeat them!" Jez said, his long bow at his side, as he sharpened his scimiter. Once an honourable ranger, he fell prey to vampires. His mind warped...and he turned upon those who he had once protected.

"Eitherway....we move west. If these men do come....we fight." Ezrith said to them all, and they all prepared to move.

It was not noticed by any of them...but people where watching....many people noticed thier presance.

"It would appear he's frozen up," Winter noted. "A spirit with a glass jaw. How droll."

"It would appear he's frozen up," Winter noted. "A spirit with a glass jaw. How droll."

(OOC HUH? Where did that come from. Some explantions please.)

*yawn*

OOC: I appreciate your participation, KI. I was hoping a vampire nation would show up.

"It would appear he's frozen up," Winter noted. "A spirit with a glass jaw. How droll."

(OOC HUH? Where did that come from. Some explantions please.)

OOC: In response to the other part of the thread. You know, the part with the guy who's a spirit?

Vor'en begins flingng arround hiw sword impatientally, "When can I have a go at this? and I a becoming impatient, I feel there is something out there waiting for us to kill it..." Vor'en smirks, "And I want to prove that I am enough to take on these vampires..."

( Kain Irenicus is not a nation, it is a single character. I wanted him to be apart from my nation....Velmora. You will see more Velmora later on....)

The vampire group traveled through the woods, snow begining to fall at this time of winter. They moved swiftly, not needed sleep or sleep. The group where watched, and not one of them knew about it. Not until it was too late.

"Wait...I sense something....something...I cannot quite place..." the robed vampire said, looking into the snowy sky, his eyes green in comparison to it. He stared hard, trying to place the sensations while the group stopped, two of the vampires muttering something in the background about the mage being insane. Thus thier own foolishness sealed many of their fates.

Ezrith listened however...he listened with keen ear to the mages warning.

"There are those who are pursuing us I think.....but I cannot place who...or what." Boah said, his white robes fluttering in the biting wind.

Ezrith took note of this, Boah had never acted like this before...

"Very well, we shall be more cautious. Keep a careful watch people...I mean that." Ezrith ordered, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. The others heard, and nodded in agreement, although some saw the mage as a doddering fool.

Someone was watching....he smiled as they continued through the blizzard to the town. He knew they would never make the next mile. The figure stood above them, upon a mountin, blending into the snow, using magic. His trace was not found....no-one could see him in the blizzard regardless of his magic, but he had to make sure. He continued to follow the vampire group...

OOC:!?!?!?! Okay... The Duke would have just rolled away, but forget it...

:evil:

OOC: Don't get pissed when I respond without waiting for you to. You do it all the time.

Rufus tramped along the dirt track, his heavy boots crunching on hard frost and dry twigs. The trees to either side swayed gently in the breeze, their uppermost branches lost in the darkness of the night. He was dressed in black combat fatigues, complete with over twenty pockets for extra ammunition, handy belts of grenades and a balaclava that had been rolled up so that it only covered down to his brow. An automatic rifle was swung under one arm. He whistled tunelessly to himself as he walked. With any luck he would be able to encounter this "Great Hunt" before morning.

He stopped suddenly in the middle of the track, half-turning to face into the woods at his side. Swining the rifle into his hands, he flicked a switch near the barrel and the powerful beam of the flashlight illuminated a small patch of the darkness. Nothing stirred.

He stayed motionless for several minutes, before shrugging, flicking off the light, releasing the rifle and immediately diving to one side as a claw scythed the air just where his head had been. He rolled as he hit the ground, narrowly avoiding a brutal kick in the ribs as he dodged. The creature pounced again, muscled arms reaching for his throat. It was met by half a clip of caseless ammunition, coming the other way at a much faster speed.

As it fell backwards, clutching at the ruined mess that had been it's chest, Rufus jumped up. He caught the monster in the harsh glare of the flashlight. It was pulling itself up again, though there was nothing left of it's ribcage but a bloody crater. He lined it up and emptied the last of the clip into it, watching it dance as chunks of flesh and bone was knocked away into the forest.

It finally gave up and collapsed as the click from his rifle annouced that it was out of ammo. He turned and jogged away towards the meeting place. If he had known that he was going to encounter vampires without any backup he would have brought some stakes, or at least some garlic. That bloody mess back on the path would be up and about again within a day or two.

OOC: Apologies for the lack of uber-godmodding. I seem to be the only person on nationstates who likes using normal humans as characters. :wink:

(OOC It is refreshing to see a normal human. I myself am trying to tone down the power of my characters....please note my vampire was turning into a vmapire by another player, so I can say he does have a background etc.)

OCC: Here's another Vamp nation for you :) Also the characters names are shamlessly(sp) stolen from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes work, it's the same with most abilities.

The group walked at a brisk pace through the snow, their foot prints diappearing behind them leaving no sign of their passing. They were all clad in white cloaks, for camoflauge. "I told you my witchcraft would be useful," said Sarah Vida pointing at the dissappearing footprints. She was slim and very beautiful with white skin, white hair, and pure white eyes, no pupils, most would think her blind though she wasn't.
"Fine you win," said Nikolas handing her 50 credits. He was average size with black hair, icy skin and black eyes.
"Shut up you two, there's no time for useless conversation. You want to get us caught? We should be especialy careful now that there's a new hunter group," Risika said. She was the most normal looking of the group with caucasion (sp) skin eyes like pits of lava and brown hair.
"There's always a new hunter group, and they always over estimate their abilities and get themselves killed. A lot like you Sarah," taunted Christopher Ravena, Nikolas's brother. He had caucasion skin, though it seemed amost gold, gold hair and eyes of metal.
"Oh shut up! Besides I've heard this group is good, you wouldn't want to be the one to overestimate your abilities and get yourself killed would you now?" Sarah replied.

"Hush! Listen!" Ezrith satyed low as they all got to the floor. He was right..there was a ground just to the left of them...but they did not seem....human. They where vampiric. Still...some vampires had betrayed thier kin....and started to hunt them. Perhaps this is what they spoke of.

Exrith told the others to stay low in the snow...the winds blowing across their faces, the snow still coming down. He began to walk up to this new group...to discover if they where freind or foe....his own white cloak billowing in the freezing gale.

The watcher was displeased...there was another vampire group. he might have been able to take on the first...but the second...no...he could not take them all. He would need help. He conintued to watch, theblizzard obscuring little.

Sarah sensed the other group first. "Be quite and get down there's another group here," she said. The other vamps dropped to the ground.
"I told you we'd get caught," scolded Risika.
"Shut up, you can yell at me later," Sarah replied, she then cast a spell to help conceal the others, though she doubted it would be effective as the other group were vampires and they could probably sense their auras anyways. Then she saw the approaching figure. "Who are you and what do you want of me?" she asked, fingering the hilt of her dagger, her sword was out of discreet reach, strapped to her back. She gathered some of her power, ready to strike.

The Duke is lying prone on the ground... Suddenly a graying mist begins to come off of the body. A spirit comes out of the body... The spirit begins to speak, "You will all fail this mission... Muwahahahahaha!!! The spirits are watching, but you will never garner our assistance... The vampires will be victorous..."

The spirit then dissipates into nothing. Suddenly the Duke sits up, and says, "Where am I!?! Who are you!?!"

--The Hallucinations of Duke Omnus Stormrider

"I could ask the very same thing of you...but no matter. If you must know we are just....a group of wanderers. I am sure you have heard about the town to the north...it is full of prime victims...But we think that a group may be hunting our kind...safety in numbers if you are traveling the same way..." Ezrith said, the blizzard dimming down a little, but the winds still rocketed past.

"What the hell?" Vor'en looks at the Duke, "I think we should call this, Duke off the mission, there is something terribally wrong with him, and I fear he may be a problem in the future, I can feel it."

Vor'en looks at Whiptail, "Something is not good about him."

The woman in grey just looked upon the scene. Her thoughts secret.

OOC:I'm paying attention...

"I could ask the very same thing of you...but no matter. If you must know we are just....a group of wanderers. I am sure you have heard about the town to the north...it is full of prime victims...But we think that a group may be hunting our kind...safety in numbers if you are traveling the same way..." Ezrith said, the blizzard dimming down a little, but the winds still rocketed past.

"You guys can come out now," Sarah said, lifting her spell and letting her power disperse. Suddenly the 3 remaining vampires appeared, seemingly from the ground.
"Hello," Nikolas said, "We are heading that way as well."
"We've heard of this new group as well," said Christopher,"And yes their is strength in numbers, so we shall be your traveling companions if you wish."

Elzirth smiled. The prey would be fewer spread out...but he did not want to go alone totally. He introduced himself and the others in the group.

"We should keep an eye on those who might hunt us....our mage has had senses of someone following us. Have any of you had similer feelings?"

"Come to think of it, yeah I've had some feelings of being watched," said Sarah. She then cast a quick spell that would sharpen her senses, including her magical ones to see if anyone was there.

OOC: Are there any spaces open in this RP? I'd love to join, especially after I just replayed Castlevania - Symphony of the Night. I'd most likely play a vampire, but if you need more hunters and less bad guys I'd still be happy to join in.

"What the hell?" Vor'en looks at the Duke, "I think we should call this, Duke off the mission, there is something terribally wrong with him, and I fear he may be a problem in the future, I can feel it."

Vor'en looks at Whiptail, "Something is not good about him."

"I thought this was to be a group of established vampire hunters," Winter mused aloud. "So far, I am not impressed. A handful of egotistical brawlers impatient to prove... something; I won't even endeavor to guess what. And only two or three who seem to know the first thing about patience or discipline. If I were the sort to gamble, I would wager on the vampires."

"I thought this was to be a group of established vampire hunters," Winter mused aloud. "So far, I am not impressed. A handful of egotistical brawlers impatient to prove... something; I won't even endeavor to guess what. And only two or three who seem to know the first thing about patience or discipline. If I were the sort to gamble, I would wager on the vampires."

The woman in gray turns to Her, "I do not know much of your history gentlecreature, nor anyone else here. I came to give assistance to this endevor as ordered by my mistress. I do not need to have the arogence not to seek advice of those more experienced than myself. I have no understanding of why the other's here chaff under the leadership of their host, or their actions."

edit: typo hunting...and now screwed up sex...

OOC: Her. Winter is female. And nonhuman. 8)

OOC: Sorry, screwed up characters there for a moment.
corrected the statements

Duke Omnus Stormrider groggily stands up...

"Stupid damn Vampires... I remember what happened now... A group of vampires jumped me before I got here... I managed to kill a few of them, but a vampire necromancer used a "stasis" spell on me and I got frozen... The vampire then possessed me, as I am impervious to their bites... I am sorry if I have caused some trouble."

--The Awakenings of Omnus Stormrider

(OOC I would suggest vampire hunters start moving to hunt....do it slightly slowly, tracking etc. It is still snowing....)

OCC: I agree with Kain, cause right now the vamp nations, me and Kain, are just kind of sitting here.

OOC: Note (I'm one of the vamp hunters other nations) ah sort of need Wandering A to get us started in some general direction.

(OOC Alright....let me help. Have some kind of report from a civilian of an attack a few days ago....follow the tracks in the snow...would be hard but you could do it. Just follow leads...I cannot write them, I have too many other threads and I am the one who usually does it.)

OOC: To clear up a few things...
1. I appreciate any vampire nation that joins in, there are almost always open spots.
2. I appreciate the nation who is playing the regular human, I have been trying to keep my characters on a realistic level as of late.
3. I have been ill recently, and I have not been able to respond to my own thread, but never fear, it isn't dead.

IC: Whiptail watches the Duke's display with little concern. "If he turns on us, then I will kill him. If I fail, then others will not. Let us hope it does not come to that." He nods at the Argonian specter. "Sekrit is ready for a second opponent."

The woman in gray looks at the specter and says..."Fine, if I must prove myself, so be it. She drops off her cloak to reveal a light peice of upper body armor and gray pants. She has a side arm of some sort, along with a hand and a half sword and dagger at her sides.

She draws a sword and dagger and takes a defensive stance. Her eyes seem to be cold and focused.

OOC: the only real 'special' ability my poor little hunter has is to close of her mind from pentration. That and training since age six in various forms of combat. (Yes she constorts with various "god-like" beings but really I try to keep the more fanstastical stuff to Athena herself.)

OOC: Excellent. This should be fun.

Name: Arcauld
Race: Half-Vampire
Abilities: Shapeshift: Wolf, Bat*, Mist*; Soul Steal; Hellfire*; High Jump; Standard Vampire Abilities*

* = He doesn't start with these abilities. He will re-learn them throughout the course of the RP.

History: Very little is known of Arcauld, not even his real name. Awoken days ago by a careless back-packer seeking shelter in the mountains, his abilities have been severely weakened. Unlike other vampires, Arcauld regains his strength through draining the souls of others, as well as draining their blood. He possesses great strength and speed, along with exceptional skill with many forms of close quarter weaponry. He has been sleeping for a long time, however, and has never seen a gun before. He dual-wields the dark blade 'Mormegil' and an enchanted vorpal sword, 'Vardir'.

IC: Arcauld had been going for days now without human prey; he'd been living off of wild animals. He now had a goal though, there was a town not too far south of his position, and it looked ripe with human prey.

Whiptail nods slowly. "You may begin." The ghostly Argonian warrior drops into a low ready stance. "Come and ease my pain, softskin." He says in his hollow, spectral voice.

Whiptail nods slowly. "You may begin." The ghostly Argonian warrior drops into a low ready stance. "Come and ease my pain, softskin." He says in his hollow, spectral voice.

Whiptail nods slowly. "You may begin." The ghostly Argonian warrior drops into a low ready stance. "Come and ease my pain, softskin." He says in his hollow, spectral voice.

She waits, her breaths are even, her eyes focused, her body relaxed but poised for instant action.
She watches the spectre and waits, her mind clear. She waits for what some have labled as the the tell the moment that she can see her opponet's move. She doesn't say or force anything. She is like a deep pool of liquid in some ways, to push one's will against it you find no resitance.

Whiptail shakes his head in dismay. "This might get boring, unless Sekrit gets impatient." He shifts his position on the alter, scratching a non-exsistant itch on his head with his tail. The ghostly Sekrit growls, then begins circling his new opponent. "Got us a Blinding Wind fighter do we?" He says to no one in particular.

She just keeps herself in postion, turning with him. "I'm afraid that we are both seeking to break that which the other guards." Is her reply...

OOC: actually it appears both believe in letting the opponet's will break and force an attack in this situation. Now we have the patience trained into Athena's warriors, and the patience of the dead...I do believe it is going to be a draw...or in the young woman dying from dehydration.

Whiptail nods in agreement. "This will not end in this century. I declare it a draw. You clearly have the skill and demenor of a warrior. I accept you into my pack. The rest of you will have to prove your worth in actual combat, as I grow restless." He rises from his seat, and makes his way towards the door.

(my very first post in the nation..hope i do well as a vampier :roll: lot of typo from me but the i think it is clear what i mean..ps: dont have backgrownd of vampior stories..just movies and games.oh well)

Tow black horses galloping fast across the moon let snow, flowing their master’s command,
The tow black sisters, who had cast away from many lands, , shun and cursed three hundred and fifty some years ago,, today fallowing their sinse of the undead gather thy have been flowing them from afar, what can united all that number of vimpers, the omenus signal thy omit from miles only a fellow vimper can since or a beast, thy musnt gather with that great number if thy didn’t want to be traced..without a covering spell.
one of the sisters whispered to the horses to ride faster as the other recast the floating spell over the horese for thy must reach that gathering without a trace, the first vampier group thy ever sensed, thy only met amall number of five at max, it is something new to them.

She turns and bows to Whiptail, "Thank you, I hope I prove my worth under your led. She also turns to the specter, and salutes with her sword. The young woman, loads her blades, and takes her coat. Following the leader.

Christian paces back and forth in a feverish maner. Sweat is running down his neck. A cold, nervous sweat. He stops his pacing and turns look at sean. A look of agony and dispair on his face.
Christian:Sean, my brother, what are we going to do? Not many poeple no our secret, but they will find out.
Sean:Dont worry little brother, If they find out, they cant get to us. We are not to be taken lightly. You remember the last time a hunter came.
Christian:Yes I do. He died a horrible death. But that never got out to the public. This one is public. We will be fried.
Christian looks at sean's face for any sign of releif. All he sees is a wry smile, with a touch of nervousness.
Sean: Send this nation a messege saying...
Christian cuts off Sean, speaking louder than he is.
Christian:Yes thats it. Ill send a messege. Script, come in here. Take this down and send it
Script: Yes sir.

<--To: Whom it may concern,

I, as leader of the rogue nation of B4kst4br here by de-nounce these "witch hunts." I will give you no reason why, but I do denounce them. I suggest that you seece these activities at once!

--From: Christian Morte venzetti
Leader of the Rogue Nation of B4kst4br>>

OOC: Stop spamming my thread. If you want to participate, then do so, but don't barge in telling me to stop my story because you don't agree with it.

IC: Whiptail threw on his cloak, and began to leave the temple. "Prey is in that direction..." He says, pointing with a foreclaw.

Vor'en begins to trail whiptail close, "Do you want the rest of us to prove our worth? If so, I don't believe it will be to long... But it is your call."

"He said we'd do so in actual combat," Winter reminded Vor'en. "Or die, I suppose. We'll see."

OOC: Stop spamming my thread. If you want to participate, then do so, but don't barge in telling me to stop my story because you don't agree with it.

IC: Whiptail threw on his cloak, and began to leave the temple. "Prey is in that direction..." He says, pointing with a foreclaw.OOC: I wasnt telling you to stop. I was adding to the story.

(OOC Good first post by the way)

Vor'en follows Whiptail out, shaking his head and thinking, 'Damnit, err I always listen to the unimportant stuff, I need to focus.'

It must have been one or two in the morning by the time Arcauld reached the town, and he was beginning to feel extremely tired. He had to feed. He began checking the houses closest to him for any easy ways of entry, but with no luck. There were a few windows that were slightly ajar, but without his shapeshifting powers he would be heard going in. He noted that the doors were still made of wood, however, and took out his vorpal sword. He cut cleanly at the hinges, the blade meeting little resistance. He stopped the door from falling, and lay it down quietly. He crept through the rooms of the house, looking for any sleeping victims, and set off a silent burglar alarm without realising it.

Arcauld moved upstairs. A woman, alone, sleeping on a double bed. He allowed himself a small smile - he wasn't "that" sort of vampire. Leaning over her, he bit swiftly before she awoke, and began draining the very life force from her body...

(OOC Good first post by the way)
(( Thanx :D ))

“I can see them now” shouted Shahnaz “A cliff stands between us”. Juhaina focused her hazel eyes “yes, I think we make sure thy notice us, but let them approach us first” Shahnaz frown “ are you sure, I mean look at them we are only tow and without great magical skills”
“And who do we blame that lack of skill to..?”
“It wasn’t my fault that flam spell got into the sacred scrolls” sighted Shahnaz “it was stocked in the wrong place to begin with”
Juhaina shook her head “ stop it please, you have to control your magical powers and concentrate, I really have to cast shield spell on myself when ever you start casting magic” she sighted “ you are 336 now when will you learn, you need …”
“We are getting closer I think thy notice us now” Shahnaz cut her as she urges her horse to slow down. Juhaina straightens her self as she fellow her sister action “let ready our self, let us hope for the best, we may as well walking into our own grave”

Sean: Send this nation a messege saying...
Christian cuts off Sean, speaking louder than he is.
Christian:Yes thats it. Ill send a messege. Script, come in here. Take this down and send it
Script: Yes sir.

<--To: Whom it may concern,

I, as leader of the rogue nation of B4kst4br here by de-nounce these "witch hunts." I will give you no reason why, but I do denounce them. I suggest that you seece these activities at once!

--From: Christian Morte venzetti
Leader of the Rogue Nation of B4kst4br>>

i think it the messege Christian gave to the script to send...
ps: it is vampier hunt not witch hunt.

Christian stirdes back and forth in his office. Cold nervous sweat dripping down the back of his neck. An anxious look on his face.
Christian:Damnit Sean! When will they respond. They havent Responded yet!
Sean looks up. He's sitting in a corner of the room smoking a cigar.
Sean:Settle down little brother. They will respond. If they dont, then it means that they are ignoring us. That means that they dont notice us. Which means we get off scott free.
Still nervous, Christian sits down. A moment passes and the look on his face turns to one of slight releif.
Christian:Yes, I guess that you are right. No one dare touch us here, and I guess that they got their hands tied up as it is.
Sean:See? We are fine. Now sit back, relax, and have a stogie.
Christian:I cant do that yet. I am still nervous. I want everyone that enters my country to be inspected. Make sure they arent some kind of hunter.
Sean:i wouldnt do that.
Christian:Why do you say that? I think that its a perfect idea. And it will be implemented ASAP.
Sean:Just dont piss off the poeple little brother...
Christian: Damnit Sean! Quit calling me your little brother! I know that I am, but stopp reminding me. I am running this country, NOT you.
Christian leaves the office. Sean stays there for a while and finishes his cigar. He then gos to find Chrisitan.

(OOC Good first post by the way)who?

(my very first post in the nation..hope i do well as a vampier :roll: lot of typo from me but the i think it is clear what i mean..ps: dont have backgrownd of vampior stories..just movies and games.oh well)

Tow black horses galloping fast across the moon let snow, flowing their master’s command,
The tow black sisters, who had cast away from many lands, , shun and cursed three hundred and fifty some years ago,, today fallowing their sinse of the undead gather thy have been flowing them from afar, what can united all that number of vimpers, the omenus signal thy omit from miles only a fellow vimper can since or a beast, thy musnt gather with that great number if thy didn’t want to be traced..without a covering spell.
one of the sisters whispered to the horses to ride faster as the other recast the floating spell over the horese for thy must reach that gathering without a trace, the first vampier group thy ever sensed, thy only met amall number of five at max, it is something new to them.

That.

(my very first post in the nation..hope i do well as a vampier :roll: lot of typo from me but the i think it is clear what i mean..ps: dont have backgrownd of vampior stories..just movies and games.oh well)

Tow black horses galloping fast across the moon let snow, flowing their master’s command,
The tow black sisters, who had cast away from many lands, , shun and cursed three hundred and fifty some years ago,, today fallowing their sinse of the undead gather thy have been flowing them from afar, what can united all that number of vimpers, the omenus signal thy omit from miles only a fellow vimper can since or a beast, thy musnt gather with that great number if thy didn’t want to be traced..without a covering spell.
one of the sisters whispered to the horses to ride faster as the other recast the floating spell over the horese for thy must reach that gathering without a trace, the first vampier group thy ever sensed, thy only met amall number of five at max, it is something new to them.

That.I agree, it is a good first post.

Omnus picks up his sheathed sword and straps it to his back... "Well let's get going..."

Whiptail takes a small object from beside the alter and shoves it into his belt. The object is a classic Colt M1911A .45 pistol. "For those occasions when I must engage from a distance." He says as he starts down the path.

OOC: The Colt M1911A is a classic handgun from those old-school horror flicks. It's the one you see in the green wireframe on the new House of the Dead preview.

The woman in gray followed. She couldn't see much in the falling snow, and it muffled most sounds. She only checked her handgun, a 45 custom long barreled 45 revolver. It was loaded with the prefered explosive headed round developed by the Soviet Hubris before the collapse.

OOC: Note I'd have a photo of the gun if I had a damn film camera and not a digital (long story)

Whiptail, too, checked his weapon. He had several spare clips, all were loaded with bullets made of purified silver, blessed by both a priest and a shaman.

Winter followed without further comment. She was apparently unarmed. She was also not particularly heavily dressed, yet the cold and snow didn't seem to bother her.

OOC: When did it start snowing? The Temple of Darkness is in the Black Marsh, which has a sub-tropical climate year round.

OOC: When did it start snowing? The Temple of Darkness is in the Black Marsh, which has a sub-tropical climate year round.

it is snowing wher all the vampiers are..so you guys have to travel north to hunt us! to make some ajustment.. you should have spoken earler! :idea:

OOC: Ya'll never asked! We'll just say that it's on the northen edge of the Marsh, which borders snowy country. That'll be where the Vampires are.

(OOC You want to start tracking now? The vampires are moving west to a village. They will be there in about two days.)

“I can see them now” shouted Shahnaz “A cliff stands between us”. Juhaina focused her hazel eyes “yes, I think we make sure thy notice us, but let them approach us first” Shahnaz frown “ are you sure, I mean look at them we are only tow and without great magical skills”
“And who do we blame that lack of skill to..?”
“It wasn’t my fault that flam spell got into the sacred scrolls” sighted Shahnaz “it was stocked in the wrong place to begin with”
Juhaina shook her head “ stop it please, you have to control your magical powers and concentrate, I really have to cast shield spell on myself when ever you start casting magic” she sighted “ you are 336 now when will you learn, you need …”
“We are getting closer I think thy notice us now” Shahnaz cut her as she urges her horse to slow down. Juhaina straightens her self as she fellow her sister action “let ready our self, let us hope for the best, we may as well walking into our own grave”

:arrow: ooc: ok vampires..the twines aproaches the tow groups: Ezirth's and Sarah vida's... do u need the twins descriptions? thy are identecal twin, long dark brown hair, wide hazel eyes, averg hight, slim figur, bronz skin, waering black long yak skin robs. riding black Arabian horses that are coverd with yak skin....hmm :oops: sorry didnt fit that in the story line.

"Wait a second," Sarah said. She stopped walking and concentrated. "There seem to be some more vampires near, two of them, they're not too powerful," She said. "Does anyone else sense anything?"

OCC: Though all of my group can sense auras Sarah, being a Triste (vampire mage), can sense them better and from farther away.

(OOC might possibly sense one more, quite powerful. Kain is watching my vampire group from atop the higher points.)

‘You know? I really didn’t think that my powers are that bad, I thought I sensed ten of our kind, but my eyes tell me nine!” confused Shahnaz said. “ I sense ten too..” whispered Juhaina scanning the group dozens meters as thy approaches, then shock her head then said “let us hail them”, Shahnaz nodded her approval then shouted waving her right hand revealing dazzling emerald ring “Peace, fellow immortals”

(OOC Please...I would be greatly appearciative if someone could rp my group for a short tiome. I will be having problems getting online for some time, and the little time that I will be able to get online will be spent on other vital threads to my characters. My apologies)

OCC: I'll do it Kain, though right now I don't have time to create an IC post.

Omnus draws his sword and crouches into a barely discernable, subtle fighting stance, suspicious of the two newcomers.

"Who are you?" he asks.

The figure high above watched. he did not really know why continued to watch....but he had already heard events from his spy of what they had done. If he caught them doing anything like what he had heard, he would dispacth as many as possible. But he knew that he could not take that many out....He continued to watch, kneeling.

Omnus draws his sword and crouches into a barely discernable, subtle fighting stance, suspicious of the two newcomers.

"Who are you?" he asks. ((if you mean dark twin then you are mestaken, the girls aproaching the vampiers grupe and you are hunter right!))

"now what?" whisperd Shahnaz, as thy aproach, Juhaina rose on her stead shouting rising her hand to reveal emerald ring identecal to her twin"ohooooy, we came meaning no harm, we need to be safe with our oun kind for the time being, will you be kind to acsept us?"
gigled Shahnaz whispering again " safe! we are in suicidel mood thn!"

"now what?" whisperd Shahnaz, as thy aproach, Juhaina rose on her stead shouting rising her hand to reveal emerald ring identecal to her twin"ohooooy, we came meaning no harm, we need to be safe with our oun kind for the time being, will you be kind to acsept us?"
gigled Shahnaz whispering again " safe! we are in suicidel mood thn!"

"Sure" said Sarah, "There is a town not too far away from here, that's where were heading." She felt worried, not about the newcomers, but about another presence she had felt following them since they joined the other group. At first she thought it was one of them, but this was one more than she counted, also this was more powerful than any of the others. "Do you sense anything?" she asked the other mage.

Whiptail slips silently down from the high platu where the temple of Darkness stood, moving quickly in the general direction of the vampires, his hunters' sense guiding him.

OOC: Sorry... :oops:

IC: Omnus unsheathes his sword and begins to follow Whiptail, walking on the balls of his feet.

*Note* His sword is a Chinese "jian".

Kain had no time to continuosly watch these vampires.....he chanted deep words as faint blue trails swirled around him. After several seconds Kain was no longer there.

He re-appeared near the group of vampires.....he was within eye-distance, but appeared a blur that he was so far off. Kain's deep regal blue Cloak trailed in the wind, as did his long white hair. Kain's face was deadly serious, his eyes constantly anaylisiing his situation, the segmented brown pupils darting from side to side to each person. He had his sword ready...but he did not really want to draw it yet. He simply wanted to see what thier intention was....wheter these where the types which gave vampires a bad name....


(OOC Ok, overview on how many vampires please. There is my group, who else? I do not really want to roleplay my vampire group due to the massive typing I have to do on Nationstates and on other things. Also, I cannot really keep up.... :? )

(OOC Ok, overview on how many vampires please. There is my group, who else? I do not really want to roleplay my vampire group due to the massive typing I have to do on Nationstates and on other things. Also, I cannot really keep up.... :? )

(( there are 11 vampiers in this marching group to the town: Boah, Ezirth, Kopi, Jez, Sarah Vida, Nikolas, Riska, Christopher, Shahnaz and Juhaina.
the 12th is Kain who was watching thm, and thn there is one Vampier already feeding in the townhis name is Arcould that will be 13 vampiers..did i left someone?))

(Thanks for that...forgive the pic size, just want to show you who you are dealing with. Please note, the sword in his hand is the Brightblade...)

Kain started walking extremely slowly towards them....

http://images.legacyofkain.net/sr1/captures/intro/kain_11.jpg
http://images.legacyofkain.net/sr1/captures/intro/kain_01.jpg

the sisters join the growp, up close this vampiers didnt look alike in featurs or in clothing maners, "thy will harm the peolp in that town" whisperd Shahnaz in her sister ear "and we cant stop them" eyeing the big vampier with his hammer, " we will head for the farm animals, and leav thm at what thy need, we are as hungry as thy are" Juhaina said "something just dont feel right" she sighted. there soft manner of drinking animals blod and occasional reveng from corrupted people always kept thm at bay from becoimng strong immortals, only long decads of sleep kept thm in this world tell this day.

the dark horses rose thr legs and kickd the air.. the sister strugeld to keep them calm... shouted Shahnaz " I think that what we sensed out there" Juhaina thought that the sisters wher safe for the moment, thy are at the rear of the group, hoping he is a member too.

(( :shock: ))

(OOC To those who are roleplaying my vampires, there are "evil" simply put. I hate saying it like that because they are all different and have reasons etc. But simply put, they will kill people and drain them. Just to clarify...plus you proberbly would have noticed Kain by now. Vampires are very alert beings.)

"What's that?" Nikolas said pointing toward Kain.
"I don't know but whatever it is it's very powerful," replied Sarah as she gathered her power.
"It seems like another vampire though it doesn't look it," said Christopher.
"Hello!" shouted Risika, "Who are you and what do you want of us?"

OCC: Kain do I now have control of your other characters? Boah and Ezrith etc.?

( Sure, it would help me a great deal. If not, just say if you do not want to. But I can roleplay my character far better if he is independant.)

Kain looked unto the group...he was drawing closer, the Cloak he wore flew in the non-existannt breeze, his cloven feet causing strange footprints. His white hair streamed down his back, as his green-brown leathery skin was hidden in places by his black trousers. He was extremely odd, Kain knew no other vampires like him. Of course he knew what any mage would feel when he drew near..it would be impossible to hide.

Kain had the Brightblade sheaved, it still resonated a deep and powerful evil. Although young, Kain was still considered powerful. But he knew that a great deal of that power originated from the Brightblade. Ironically named the Brightblade, Kain's old birthright, it held many terrible secrets to the fate of a nation.

But few knew of such secrets, Kain knew them, and he knew them well. His Cloak watched, as it's tarnished white crest of Kain displayed upon the red matieral. The Cloak, a magical creation and sentiant, some would consider slave, other would consider comrade. Never freind. Kain had few in this world, or the next. The Cloak watched obedantly as it continued to defy the gravity of the earth.

Kain seemed to have an air of autority, as though if he needed to walk the ocean, the water would allow him to walk upon it. He looked over the group, before speaking. His voice was deep and was deadly serious.

"Who I am? I shall indulge that infomation when I see fit. Until that time, I would like to know why a group of vampires would be staying together.....our race is not suited for large groups unless there is some kind of...raid involved...Where are you heading, and what is your intention." Kain said, his eyes looking long and hard at each one.

The woman in gray had found that the rest of the vampire hunters were disorginized band. She had pulled out a small object...it appeared to be a compass of some sort, but in place of a needle was a small vile of reddish silver material that pointed towards the northwest and the village.
She attempted to follow the line of the compass, but found it difficult terrain in the snow. "I need a map of this area"...she mused out loud. Looking at the ground, where tracks had long vanished under the fall of new snow. It was hard to tell human from vampire, or wolf from deer. It was not going well. She was glad she had her cloak.

"That's an interesting device," Winter noted, taking an interest in the grey-shrouded woman's compass. "But how does it work? I wasn't aware that vampires radiated any sort of force."

The woman turned and said..."Ah...well I'm sorry to admit I don't know, I never got past level one transdimensioal dynamics. But I know it does detect the damned and undead. So we could be headed for a very nearby zombie or a large congragation of spirts. But...the liquid is almost all near the tip so it has got to be powerful creature or a lot of them, or both I suppose....I'm hoping the snow stops so we can perhaps follow some more tell tale signs."

She looks around and then says..."Well it is either back, or we have a bit of a climb up that hill and out of this gully"

(OOC: Orienteering without a map and only a demon compass is going to be fustrating here)

( Sure, it would help me a great deal. If not, just say if you do not want to. But I can roleplay my character far better if he is independant.)

"Who I am? I shall indulge that infomation when I see fit. Until that time, I would like to know why a group of vampires would be staying together.....our race is not suited for large groups unless there is some kind of...raid involved...Where are you heading, and what is your intention." Kain said, his eyes looking long and hard at each one.

(Sure I'll do it. What could be more fun than controling a group of 9 vampires :) )

"Why should we answer your questions first?" Ezrith asked, steping forward, as if to challenge Kain.
"That might not be wise," Boah cautioned Ezrith, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I will be happy to answer your questions," Sarah said, talking over Ezrith and Boah,"We're together because we crossed paths and having heard of a vampire hunting group, a good one, we decided to stick together, safety in numbers. We're heading toward a village, however my group *she gestured to here group* will only drain humans when nessecary, we will most likely head to the local prison though. I do not know about them though," she finished, gesturing to Ezrith and company. Her silver hair was swirling as if in some unseen wind* giving her an intimadating appearance.

*this is really from her gathering some power in case of a fight, normally her power wouldn't have a physical manifestation but she want's to look intimadating.

damn double post :x

Whiptail watches the device with great intrest. He had seen compasses before, but he mainly relied on his 'Hunters' Sense' to locate prey. Vampires didn't show up on his 'radar', they left a silouette that was easy to locate.

"Interesting. Good to know that I'm not damned, I suppose. We'd better start climbing, then."

Kain heard them talking to each other, and listened to her response. The possibility that she was young came to mind, her ideas where foolish. Obviously she had no sir which she could depend upon….he saw the reason why he had been exiled. But at least I try my damned hardest with her.

“You are all fledglings. You require a good amount of blood every day. Are you telling me, that all nine of you, would hunt together within a city? It certainly is not safety in numbers girl, at least for our kind. A solitary existence is best, suspicion is less then. A whole group of murderers are easy to spot. And you do realise what happens when you drain someone? They become a vampire….I do hope your sire teaches you girl, for your sakes. Think about your actions for a moment. Who is your sire girl?” Kain asked, as his locked his eyes into hers, his cloak turning a deeper crimson, as it whipped behind him. His white hair tailed back, Kain seemed to be a bloodstain upon the white snow with his Cloak. Kain flexed his odd cloven talons, his sword brooded and watched.

(OOC A sire is someone who turned you to a vampire, and is expected usually to each and protect the fledgling. A fledgling is a young vampire, which you all are. around 500 years come a neonate, which I do not think you would be....)

The dark sisters climbed down their horses, Shahnaz started chanting calming litany over the frightened horses, it is strange this is possessed beast and still thy gave a fright as that vampire approached, he looked odd but surly not the look what scared the black horses! Even the twin can feel it. Juhaina glanced over to the white lady vampire speaking to the new comer, her group arnt that bad after all, she is taking guard, Juhaina can sense that, “give me your hand” Shahnaz looked over to her sister as the horses stopped moving violently then put her hand in her sister cold shaking hand, their emerald rings shone brighter.

This creature have a strong commander aura , The dark twins realize that shivering.

i did some editing. forgive my spelling. english is my second language,

(Yes do edit, and can we keep spelling mistakes to a minimem)

(Second language! Then you have all reason to make mistakes! I couldn't tell.)

Kain looked over to the the two, the ones with black horses. He would deal with them later. For now, his concern was these individuals....what their intention was. It would seem that they where good.....but they where going about it in the wrong way about it. Where the hell where thier sires? Surely they would provide for them? Yet Kain knew not of the group planning on attacking this group. He did not have the power to slay all the vampires.....not without special aid, which he was not prepared to call upon.

He waited for thier responce....he needed a good idea of what thier intentions where before he acted.

A lone figure watched the conversation between Kain and the other vampires, the black cloak swirling around him in the icy wind. The figure seemed to hiss as it breathed, yet the the breath of this stranger was not seen, unusual in such low temperatures. It stood there, a void in the falling snow.

OOC Vampire hunters, please hold fire for a little while. Stay and watch...for a little while, for the sake of rp. And also, I think Whiptail would want to see what Kain is doing with these kinds of vampires...)

OOC: Whiptail's not the 'Guns a' blazin' type, he sits back, like he's doing now, and observing. He's the figure in the snow.

OOC I know....damn good it is too.)

Curled under a fallen tree, the woman from Alcona sits. She holds a small pair of bonoculars with non-reflective coating on the outer lenses. She watches the group, her breath is extinquished by the muffler over her mouth and she is also making no sound. Letting her training not shift the leaves and debries under her on the cold ground.

The figure ambles over to a log, and sits down, a pair of large reptillian feet poke out from under the cloak's hem. The barely audible hissing continues, yet no other distinguishing features are visible. All are hidden by the cloak.

Another group of four figures appear out of nowhere, each clad in a robe the color of grey smoke. They move silently, carrying long staff-like weapons against their sides. They don't seem to notice Whiptail, perched on the log. They seem to have a more sinister agenda, judging by the aura that surrounds them.

OOC: I'll explain who these guys are in a sec.

BUMP!

Kain viewed the new group. He was startng to get concerned. Who the hell are they? This entire affair was not looking so good to Kain, he was being vastly outnukbered, and he did not like it at all.

Regardless, Kain could not turn back now, so he kept up the emotionless calm face and awaited their responce.

(OOC What kind of aura are these new figures amitting? Magical being? Some explaination please, so that I can roleplay my character better judging them.)

Omnus sits down nonplussed and begins to nap, unconcerned about the action going on around him. He knew that if anything serious happens, he would know about it immediately...

The four warriors move closer to Kain and the group of vampires, keeping their odd-looking weapons handy.

OOC: These Argonians are holy warriors from the temple of Makaal. They're called the 'Claws of Makaal', and one of them is a supporting character, perhaps a main character in a future RP.

Kain did not like the looks of this....he knew of the prejudice of others against vampires...but he knew that some deserved to die, due to thier murdering of innocents....

Unwitiingly, Kain had placed himself along with these types of people. Kain did not like this...not one bit.

(OOC damn....come on respond you silly vampires!)

Omnus feeling something, opens his eyes and scrutinizes the four Holy Warriors of Makaal advancing on the vampires. Seeing the determined gaze in the eyes of the Holy Warriors, Omnus knew that in a few minutes the majority of the vampires would be dead. Omnus also realized that one of them (OOC: Kain's character) would cause a lot of trouble, because of his aura.

(OOC Well this should be interesting....nice way of setting up some tension for me....as long as the damn vampire group replies and reacts.)

Omnus sits up and begins to watch the upcoming conflict with interest.

Kain turned on his heel and looked over to those people walking towards him. These other vampires where not worth the effort....after all, they where fledglings without sires and without a clue it seemed. they must be lying.....

Kain ignored thier responce and walked over to the ground, his crimson Cloak by his side, the symbol of Kain in tarnished white accross the Cloak. Kain eyed them up.

"What do you want?" Kain asked, his mask of calm control and deadly seriosuness.

Believing that the Makaal Holy Warriors might have trouble dealing with Kain, Omnus unsheathes his sword, and begins to walk nonchalantly towards the scene.

(OOC What does Omnus look like? Is he a vampire? Any magical aura?)

All she thinks is Now what...not more of his foolishness

(No reply then? That was what I waiting for....Kain would listen to the reply beofre he walked off, he might have left half way through.)

Well if there is going to be a fight, I should be ready
She pulls out her long sword. And continues to watch the two groups from her postion

OOC: Kain might have just gotten a weird feeling depending on how he detects magic. And I beleive that Omnus is magical in nature...well he used magic so...he likely has an aura.

(OOC Oh great! Now he had left! We could have carried on talking...)

(OOC Oh great! Now he had left! We could have carried on talking...)

OOC: I didn't even understand that statement...

(OOC Nevermind.)

((((what? the hunters are here already? i thought thy are day away!!!
i cant respond for the next 15 hours..it si 11:40pm now and going to sleep gota go to school!!! sorry gvampiers!!! ps: dont kill my girls :x ))) :?

Kain heard them talking to each other, and listened to her response. The possibility that she was young came to mind, her ideas where foolish. Obviously she had no sir which she could depend upon….he saw the reason why he had been exiled. But at least I try my damned hardest with her.

“You are all fledglings. You require a good amount of blood every day. Are you telling me, that all nine of you, would hunt together within a city? It certainly is not safety in numbers girl, at least for our kind. A solitary existence is best, suspicion is less then. A whole group of murderers are easy to spot. And you do realise what happens when you drain someone? They become a vampire….I do hope your sire teaches you girl, for your sakes. Think about your actions for a moment. Who is your sire girl?” Kain asked, as his locked his eyes into hers, his cloak turning a deeper crimson, as it whipped behind him. His white hair tailed back, Kain seemed to be a bloodstain upon the white snow with his Cloak. Kain flexed his odd cloven talons, his sword brooded and watched.

(OOC A sire is someone who turned you to a vampire, and is expected usually to each and protect the fledgling. A fledgling is a young vampire, which you all are. around 500 years come a neonate, which I do not think you would be....)


OCC: Sorry I took so long in replying, I've got school. Also we could be in different time zones, I'm eastern. Also my vamps are based on differnt rules, they can drink blood and not kill and various other things so some of what you said doesn't apply. I'll reply to all of th posts in order, so this first then reactions to the Makaal warriors,

"How dare you expect would know better than me," Ezrith said.
"As I said before, that would not be wise," Baoh cautioned once again.
"I'm her sire," Christopher said, "And i see your point about a solitary existence, though our group* is fine the way it is."
Sarah interupts him and points toward the approaching warriors, she then says: "Prepare your weapons, this may get ugly."

*Note: He's refering to my original group not the current group of 11

(there is no problem, just I am tad impatiant tis all.)

(OOC Oh damn. My other nation, go cavemen!)

The warrior that seems to be in the lead steps up. "I am Zektal Foehunter. I have come to warn you: Do not enter the Marsh, your kind is not welcome there." He says with a chilling calm in his voice. "The Fallen One sits close by, do not listen to his words, his is mad with bloodlust, consumed by evil. Following him will lead only to your own destruction. You have been warned." The warrior turns to leave, his three companions stand as still as statues, their grey robes stirring in the wind.

"Mad? You speak as though vampirisim is evil. And who are you to warn me? And who exactly is my kind? Judge us individualy, not as a race...that is all I ask." Kain said to thier backs, as they walked away, his words where justified in Kain's view.

Whiptail watched the exchange. He slowly stood, then made his way over to the Claws of Makaal. Throwing back the hood of his cloak, he said: "You have left the borders of the Marsh, young warrior. This is my hunt, not that of the high priests, nor the chief. Your authority carries no weight here. If you wish to prevent me from re-entering the Marsh with a companion such as Kain, you will have to kill me." Whiptail's golden eyes narrowed. Zektal pulled the hood of his own cloak off of his head, then spun the staff-weapon, the sheathes that covered the blade on each end flying off into the darkness. "So be it." He says, then charges. Whiptail dodges the blades of the double-bladed sword with ease, then lands a spinning back thrust in Zektal's stomach. He staggers backwards a few steps. Whiptail draws his own blades. "Where is your honor? You attack a warrior who has not yet armed himself." Whiptail taunts. Zektal points the sword at Whiptail. "You are just as dangerous unarmed as armed." Whiptail lunges, windmilling his swords. Zektal parries each swing, slashing sideways. Whiptail ducks, then slashes at his midsection. Zektal blocks the blow, spinning the opposite blade downward at Whiptail's head. Whiptail catches the blade between both of his, and Zektal swings upward with the opposite end. Whiptail throws himself to the right, the blade tearing a gash in his cloak. "You fight well." He says, bowing. "It is honorable to recieve a complement from one such as Whiptail the Fallen." Zektal answers. Whiptail spins towards Zektal sideways, spinning himself and his blades around him as he rolls through the air towards his opponent. The powerful strikes knock Zektal's weapon aside, and Whiptail grabs him by the throat with his tail, lifting him from the ground. "You are skilled as a fighter, and I will not waste your life on this petty squable. Return to your people, you are of more use to them alive than dead." He flings the warrior aside. Whiptail returns to his log, and the Claws of Makaal disappear into the snowy night.

Kain watched as they left....

"It would seem you would be hunted. Who are they? You seem to know them." kain remarked as he watched them fade away, a small patch of blood upon the snow was being hasily covered snowfall.

Winter was less prone to action than Whiptail -- and certainly much less impulsive than Omnus. Therefore, she did not react, only watched from her concealment within the treeline as the encounter proceeded. Though "watched" might be the wrong word: she could see what progressed, but not clearly, not in detail. Her ears, however, were sharper than a human's, and she could easily make out the conversation.

The question now was, what did it mean?

OOC: Omnus is a human paladin, that has been resurrected too many times...

IC:
Omnus seeing the situation resolved, asks Kain, "Who are you?" Then turning to Whiptail, he asks, "Why did you help this vampire?"

Kain chuckled and turned around.

"Who am I? That depends on what you have seen of me. To what I am now, I am simply a vampire. But to what I was....that can reveal more of me. And that infomation, I am not prepared to tell....not yet at least." Kain said, in some parts full of remorse.

Oh... not another anti-Vampires nation, Juhaina held her sister close to her, still holding her hand, what should thy do? Is that the danger thy sensed? There must be more to it! “I am hungry, Juhaina” moaned Shahnaz softly “we need to feed soon” Juhaina urged her sister to ride her horse and she did the same. “Is the town we are heading to is within the March lands?” Juhaina asked the vampires " we are strangers to this lands", the twins need to feed, “We all must feed soon or it will be blood bath” she sat straight in her stead, chin up.

Kain was reminded of the pwoer of the Brightblade he held. He no longer required blood, but the hunger remained there....not that he could kill for blood now....he knew of the conequences if he should.

"Wait a few moments child." Kain said quietly to them.

Juhaina rode tell she reached kain and whispered “sir” she looked at him, even as she ride her horse she set eyes level with this creature “we are called Dark twins, for we are, if not fed in proper time, will be taken controlled by Shaitan, it is an evil being from hell, I didn’t mean to challenge any body, we mean peace.” Surely he can understand... She looked at hem pleading. “ we really need to feed soon”

((shaitan in Arabic= powerful demon... Satan…))

Quitely The woman in gray began to circle the group of Vampires; attempting to gain a better postion to react if they should bolt. She wondered if these were vampires or not. She hadn't figured out who was what, but they were definitly scared of Whiptail. And he was only known for one thing in recent memory...She kept both her long blade and her gun ready.

She walked through the snow almost silently, with barely any decernable crunch of snow...

"You need blood? You shall have it....." Kain went into for a tiny pouch and produced two medium sized glass vials. The red liquid swirled within it. kain looked at it hungrily....but gave them both to her.

"Take it...this is no ordinary blood. This is demon blood...it will not be harmful, but it is far more potent than any mortals...." Kain said to them, as he looked at them, his white hair blwoing slightly in the wind.

Omnus is unimpressed by Kain, but he is wary of Kain's capabilities. Hungry and thirsty, Omnus reaches into his satchel and brings out Aelrisa Wine and Pasa Bread. Hungrily, Omnus begins to eat slowly and unhurriedly.

OOC: Apologies for the late reply. Arcauld is also a different sort of vampire - when he drains somebody they die, they don't change.

IC: Blood...how sweet it tasted. The texture on his tongue, the taste in his mouth, the aroma filling his head. He felt so alive, and he knew why. It must have been at least a century since he had last fed, and his old body had grown stale. As the fresh blood flowed through it, he felt his stiff joints ease up a little, and felt his mind sharpen...

Suddenly, his head was flung back, blood gushing out of his mouth and down his throat. His head was filled with images, thoughts, emotions. Anger. Flaming hot anger seared through his body. Hellfire. He remembered. There must have been others he had forgotten, but try as he may, they wouldn't come. He needed more blood, and fast. Arcauld heard a low rumbling outside the house, and he looked out of the window down at the road beneath. A strange shaped box, slightly rectangular, but with another smaller box on top. Two deep impressions in the snow were left behind it, and suddenly the rumbling stopped. The side of the white-capped box opened, and a human got out. He saw the human look at the door and heard him utter something.

The human grabbed at something by his chest and spoke into it. He went inside the box and did something, and suddenly two bright lights appeared beneath the snow. This device screached out at his head, blocking out his thoughts. He saw lights flick on - the humans were awake. He had to rely on stealth in his weakened state. He ran into the hallway, and realised that the human would see him if he ran across the hallway. There was only one other room. He went into it, looking for a window, but it was tiny. He opened it as far as he could, but even it hadn't been there he doubted he'd be able to fit through it. He focused his mind and jumped up towards it, getting closer and closer...

...and changed. Suddenly cloak became fur, mouth became maw, and hand became paw. The two swords that had been strapped to his sides had vanished, replaced by a pair of silver vorpal claws, and a pure black set of teeth. His wolf form slipped through the window, though barely, and he landed at the back of the house. These humans have obviously changed a lot since my...slumber.

OOC: When an Argonian refers to 'The Fallen One' they mean Whiptail.
The claws of Makaal and Whiptail have had a dislike of each other for the past two-hundred years. Whiptail killed three of them before he was banished.

IC: Whiptail glares at Omnus. "He is a friend, a vampire with a noble purpose." Whiptail re-dons his hood. "You will leave him alone, or I will make a necklace from your skull." He looks around at the others. "That goes for all of you."

"And the same goes to him." Kain said to them.

He said in a voice that could only be heard by Whiptail, "Not that you need the help."

OOC: How long will it be before everybody else reaches the town? If it won't be for another couple of days (IC) I'll make an enemy to duel in the meantime.

(Sure you can make an enemy to duel. But the size of this group makes this a little bit more complex.)

"Whiptail, what sends you here? Is it to do with these vampires?" Kain asked in a low voice, walking away from the group to have a privaate conversation.

OOC: K then. All of you please try not to be too long :).

IC: Samuel walked towards the police car, his flail at his side. He'd heard reports of a vampire in the area, and had decided to check it out. His son had told him not to bother, and that he was too old for this, but if James didn't believe, then who else would stop them? He approached the policeman at the door, ready to pull out his fake ID when asked.

“thank you kind sir” she toke the glass vials and looked at them, It looked alive, she turned back to Shahnaz, who was looking at the covered snow land “this is for you” handed her the demon blood “drink it slowly till u think u are seated. if u can save from it please do” gazed back at kain the at the marsh men further “we don’t know when we can feed again” she closed her eyes and drank the liquid slowly, such a taste, she must save for later, but…God, she opened her eyes, she drank it all, feeling it move inside her, such roars, noes and whispers, she looked at her sister, did her hazel eyes became even wider? She is full so full she may never feel hunger again!

What has made it so that when the bloodthirst reaches a peak you become possessed? You can speak through telepathy can't you? Kain sent his messages to them both.

(Sure you can make an enemy to duel. But the size of this group makes this a little bit more complex.)

"Whiptail, what sends you here? Is it to do with these vampires?" Kain asked in a low voice, walking away from the group to have a privaate conversation.

Whiptail looks at Kain, blinking snow from his eyes. "As you already know Kain, I am a hunter of vampires, for they are evil creatures. I will agree with you that there are a few exceptions, like yourself. The majority of them kill innocents for their blood, their screams echo in my dreams and thoughts as I sleep and meditate. I seek to end their hunt with a hunt of my own."

Kain was relived. "Good. I had planned on doing the same...but we must see who are the exceptions. They would think me traitor, but vampires are not a race. They are a....change of a person. Not evil, not good the person still remains with the new powers. I believe that some are exceptions, ones who feed with guilt, who want alternatives. But others....I do not know."

((((I suggest to get red of kopi, Deaith and jez of Ezirth group thy hadn’t been played and forgotten about, I think thy where rash and hasty, why don’t you let them engage is some battle of sorts and kill them if you think we are many!)))) :idea:

(Perhaps so. So who shall remain? I think it would be best to remove my old group, some of the vampire hunters so that it would remain pretty close knit and acitve.)

((((I suggest to get red of kopi, Deaith and jez of Ezirth group thy hadn’t been played and forgotten about, I think thy where rash and hasty, why don’t you let them engage is some battle of sorts and kill them if you think we are many!)))) :idea:

OOC: I don't really understand what you are saying...

IC: "Any help from you would be appreciated, Kain. I will not kill those who would serve a higher purpose, such as the hunting of demons. As you have said before, the blood of demons is more potent than that of any mortal. It seems they would be rewarded for their efforts." Whiptail's tail coils up under his cloak, removing a small throwing knife, which he begins to toy with, flipping it over a few times. It is obvious that the battle with the Claws of Makaal has sparked his bloodlust.

OOC: Random thought: Name.

IC: Samuel walked towards the police barrier oozing confidence, as if he didn't even expect to be stopped.

"Sorry sir, authorised personel only"

The ID flashed in front of the policeman's face, before Samuel put it back into has pocket.

"She's up-"

"I know where she is." Samuel said simply.

He headed inside the woman's bedroom, drawn by the blood in a way not so dissimilar to the way vampires are. He popped his head in, and saw the way her throat had been torn open. Closing his eyes, he released his mind, a trick many vampire hunters of his clan knew. The woods behind the house.

(Perhaps so. So who shall remain? I think it would be best to remove my old group, some of the vampire hunters so that it would remain pretty close knit and acitve.)

OOC: I agree with this. It seems Arab Lands was trying to convey the same message. I myself have a busy RL and cannot be on every day, but I try to keep my RP's active.

Omnus gazes up at Whiptail and says, "When can we begin tracking those evil vampires you were talking about?"

Standing up, Omnus proffers the flask of Aelrisa Wine and the Pasa Bread towards Whiptail.

Kain smiled in amusement at the mistake.

Kain smiled in amusement at the mistake.

OOC: What mistake?

(OOC What he finds funny is that he has made the mistake of thinking that he requires food and water. Whiptail is a vampire in a sense, he requires blood. Correct me if I am wrong. Just kain acting IC)

OOC: Okay... I'll change it...

Whiptail waves his hand. "No thank you, I am not in need of nourishment." He takes a deep breath, then lets it out again, slowly. "I am in need of a different form of refreshment..." He mutters to himself, his eyes beginning to take on a slight red tint.

OOC: He'll be fine for a few more hours, then he'll have to hunt something down.

OOC: Okay... I'll change it...

(OOC Why? Your character certainly did not know, it was all in character.)

Omnus gazes up at Whiptail and says, "When can we begin tracking those evil vampires you were talking about?"

"Define evil. All too often, the world can seem black and white, when there are many shades of grey dividing the two. There is often no clear cut line between the two." Kain said to Omnus, being a vampire himself, he did have some defence for vampires, but he did not say that all where good or evil. They where all individuals.

OOC: I'll change it back then... :oops:

OOC: Actually, he requires all three. Food and drink to sustain his body, and blood to sustain his sanity. It's a long story how he came to be this way, and I'm not real enthusiastic about explaining it at the moment. Maybe later.

OOC: But do you want some of the Wine and the bread?

( Just carry on like nothing happened. You asked "when are we going to hunt the evil vampires etc". Thanks for the info on the food buisness.)

OOC: Okay...

IC: Omnus stretches and checks his sword... "It is amazing that I am working with vampires now... I have hunted vampires for many years, and my sword is infused with the blood of countless of those despised creatures..."

Samuel Belmont approached the woods that Arcauld was hiding out in, sensing the vampire's location. He found him in wolf form, sitting in a clearing the the dense forest.

The wolf looked up at Samuel, and changed into a man, or rather, a vampire.

"I was wondering when you'd come for me. You must be the son of Thomas. Your father was a fine hunter, mister Belmont. And your name is...?" The vampire enquired.

"My name is Samuel. Not that you'll ever hear it twice - this shall be your resting place, foul creature!"

"Oh, spirit, I like that. It is a shame however, old man, that you over estimate your own abilities. I expect in your day, you were an excellent hunter. Now, however, you are a delusional old man."

OOC: Okay...

IC: Omnus stretches and checks his sword... "It is amazing that I am working with vampires now... I have hunted vampires for many years, and my sword is infused with the blood of countless of those despised creatures..."

Kain scowled as his Cloak changed to a deeper blue, turning purple.

"I hope that these vampires where killed due to thier actions, not thier "race" if you could call it that." Kain said slowly, testing. He was begining to be reminded of those bastard inquisitors who had named him subject 57 if he remembered correctly.

Whiptail glares at Omnus. "And I have drank the blood of countless human warriors, much like yourself. I have told you before, no more 'beating of the chest' as the female put it." He looks at Kain. "I agree, killing simply because a being is of a certain background or race is pointless and barbaric."

“Wha? “ blinked Shahnaz. Juhaina put her finger to her sister lips. “hushhh” we cant tell you kind sir now, it is long story, if we can afford time and effort we may infuse our mind to certain memory to make it clear to you..fogive us now

((((Actually I will go now it is pretty lat now for me..wil log agin after 15 hours or so..and again. Please don’t kill my girls.)))))

Alright. Another time then. But I ask you this. Whom do you feed upon?

Kain made a swift gesture which remained undetected. It would detect thier lies or not.

(Bye)

In an instant, Arcauld had grabbed Samuel's thorat, and was holding him at arm's length.

"What's the matter, old man? Can't reach me?" Arcauld began laughing manically, and his eyes turned blood red.

Out of nowhere, Samuel pulled out his holy flail, and swung it at the vampire's face. Arcauld fell to the floor, two deep cuts flowing from one side of his cheek to the other. Samuel carried on attacking, bringing the flail down on Arcauld's body, and it was all Arcauld could do to curl up and take the punishment.

OOC: What is Auir talking about? Is it even related to our RP?

OOC: Survey says: NO!

(OOC I understand, this is inside the vllage which the group was heading. Although the wisdom of this is...questionable.)

OOC: It's something for my character to do while everybody else travels to the town. It's taking place just outside of the town. It won't mean much now, but I'm planning to use James Belmont (son of Samuel) and possibly Arcauld if he survives in a future RP.

Alright. Another time then. But I ask you this. Whom do you feed upon?

Kain made a swift gesture which remained undetected. It would detect thier lies or not.


Shahnaz smiled into her sister eyes “we feed on animals blood mostly and occasionally on villain people, who actually other suffering people asks us to kill them” “so this is telepathy?” she whispers giggling to Juhaina.

(OOC The truth I presume. If not, tell me)

Very well...that is good.

OCC: Was it decided that Ezrith's group would disolve or not? If not then I'll make a second post for them. Why is it that whenever I'm gone is when everything happens?

While Kain and the other 2 guys talked so did Sarah and her group. We have to be careful about those two Sarah sent the thought to the others, indicating the two newcomers*.
We should also be careful of him Nikolas thought sending the others Kain's image, The traitor is the most dangerous, and it seems he has something to hide from us he finished.

*When any of my vampires indicates someone while speaking telepathicaly they do it using telepathy not literally pointing or indicating.

(OOC The truth I presume. If not, tell me)


(((It is the truth)))



*When any of my vampires indicates someone while speaking telepathicaly they do it using telepathy not literally pointing or indicating.

((my girls hadn’t been with vampires a lot to practice their skills... thy didn’t stay with the one who turned them to vampires and thus didn’t gain or practice much of the vampire’s common ways…)))

Shahnaz thought ”ok I am talking to you Juhaina in my mind, how can I be sure I don’t send this thoughts to the others??” she glanced over to the mag and the big vampire who holds the hammer, Juhaina responded ”I don’t know, I think you just concentrate that this thought reaches certain person!”

((( it is thir first telepathy, that why Shahnaz is facenated by it))) :D

Omnus unsheathes his sword and begins to polish it... Omnus unwittingly begins to telepathically communicate with the other members of his party...

When are we going to hunt those evil ones... My blade thirsts for their blood...

The woman is now sitting on a large tree stump. Watching the large Reptilian creature and the knight stand talking to one of the vampires while the rest appeared to be standing around trying to figure out what to do. Oh well, patience is a virture She pulls out a small metal case and turns in on, keeping it in her hands. It's heat keeps her hand warm as she waits.

My weapon is a runeblade... Its power is fed by the blood of evil vampires...

"The one who cast judgement so freely is often hypocritcal in it's own ways. Watch you words, least the judgement which you give out so freely be one day done to yourself, and let me assure you, your own crimes if there are, shall not be hidden. Make sure that you kill those who are truelly "evil"....." Kain remarked, his words had the toxic intent of a snakes bite.

The ones I killed were taking humans and putting them into the woods and hunting them... They took sadistic pleasure from the terror in the humans... They were evil, but cowards, and they deserved to die...

Good....see that you remain that way, for my vengance is swift and terrible I assure you.

(OOC We need some kind of evil vampire!)

I plan to keep my killings that way... I do not kill any innocents...

Omnus sheathes his runeblade and checks his armor...

(OOC: Arcauld is about as evil as they come, but he's stuck in the town fighting a vampire hunter)