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Chapter 2: Love, Lords and Lepers

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Jenrak
24-02-2006, 00:32
Love, Lords, and Lepers

Unknown Location in Eastern Ascherach
A trickle of red velvety blood dripped from her tongue, her cheekbones pronounced, her hair long and black, a crude ‘S’ shaped scar of flesh burnt forever onto her neck. Her stomach quivering in pain, the jolting feeling she had so commonly now, the pain was nothing to what she had always endured before, the horrid tortures and terrible twists of pain the crude and terrible man named Gelectriax inflicted upon her fertile skin. Once a plump, gold laced and ravishing princess, ready for her coronation, once ready to become the ruler of her people, this man took her in his midst, tortured her, destroyed her very morale, crippled her very life and brought her many times to death’s arid and dark kingdoms. She had distinct hate for this man, a violent, burning fury against him and a vengeance she thought would never end, would never dissipate. But every single slice of energy escaping her was not as quick as the blood that trickled freely from her cut lip, her earring, once delicately and skilfully, placed, ripped off in a single swipe.

Her nails torn off crudely and thrown aside in her distaste, Alledrias only crawled by night, and didn’t move at all during the day, the searing pain of the Jenrakian sunlight piercing through her skin and boiling her blood, as if the gods were against her. She would feel his wretched footsteps pound against the floor every day and every night, not a sliver of a sleep nor silence rattling within her mind, the quiet and calmness of a country breeze a defiant luxury she felt and righteously thought she would never experience. Alledrias was in a domicile of blood and bone. Her many escape attempts were impossible, and uncannily difficult to figure in between, only to fail. Alledrias had already lost hope, and Alledrias could not bear to face another chance, only to be snatched away of it.

She laid, chained to a steel post encased in a dirty cement, on a soft and cold but smooth marble floor, reflecting her bloody and tortured visage – a face of contorted horror and pain begat upon a selfish child. Her fingers bleeding profusely from her ‘disciplinary tactics’, her fingernails hung on the wall like a gruesome trophy, blood on their ends dried and splitting, chapping parts of the drying essence falling like red snowflakes on the stone cold ground. A large doorway was shown, cornered by a giant window, which she could easily escape through, had she been able to get through the steel hard bronze chain that kept her tightly encrusted to her prison. She would pull, and pull, and regularly pull, but nothing usually came from it, nothing was able to save her from her horrid tasks everyday, and even then, should she break free of her chains, she would face an endless desert, her blood spilling only on hot steamy grounds.

Her food laid raw and red on her broken ceramic plate, the same red liquid decorating it’s plastered frame, the bones stripped of nearly all meat, the rotting, smelly flies buzzing around violently as she tried to whisk them away, as the fruits of the maggots only etched closer and closer, like the emissaries of death. She didn’t care what was on the plates they gave her, as long as it was food – her ears, hearing the screams of women yelling and crying in pain only made her think that whatever she ate had once belonged to her kin. Once, she ever found a small cartilage in the shape of her nose, polyester white dotted with mahogany tinted blood.

Arching in marble, pictures of the great stories of men and women throughout the Ascheran tales have unfolded, of great Kelirius and his legendary victory at Xoxxus, or brutal Herrissian Karbulia with his slaughter of the great Genocide participants – all of them a great story to weave, a great tale spun with naught dense gold and silk and string, but of thought and wisdom, power and control through their very blood, keeping the people in their fear, to obey, but also in their amazement, to respect. In that respect, in that fear, all that amazement, she had learned of their tales, yet scoffed at the told traditions in favour of herself. Now her decisions came back in threefold against her.

An evil, shrewd, and cold man, Gelectriax had tortured her with physical and verbal punishment, her sorrow bleeding with every single syllable he mustered, with every single inch of skin he had cut with his metal gauntlet, like knives they were. Piercing, stabbing, cutting, the visceral blade slowly ripping apart every cell upon her skin, as it slowly released and freed the trapped blood inside, her pale face of horror and bone white, her scream deafened became but a whisper of torrents and wailing moans in shackling, frightening, unspeakable pain.

Every so often, his horrid riddles, his terrible rhythmic songs and his sadistic men, they would take their torture to the next level, to another stage in their assaults upon the now eight year old girl, who was to be the Queen of a child of an ancient Empire. Alledrias felt in pain constantly, her nerves twitching and punching their way against her, but every day she could also feel demeaned, undermined, and stripped of the little honour presiding in this faint little girl, this little princess whom only a small while presented the greatest of perfection. Because of them, because of Gelectriax’s sadistic, maniacal elite, Alledrias was no longer the princess honour bound as she once was. Because of his sick, dangerous minded men, Alledrias had little to gain from her torture but a numbing, bleeding mind of dangerous and demeaning memories. Because of them, she was forced to do things against her own will – because of them, she wasn’t a virgin anymore.

She was tortured, she was frightened, she was raped. And yet, this little girl, the future ruler of the three thousand empire, awaited rescue from her domineering and dilapidating position in hell.

The Chamber of Aulocos
His throat made a soft, rattling, crackling noise, a darker, deeper, more subtle hybrid between a dying frog and a hissing rattlesnake, as his assistance, the powerful, scarred and bald man, Elnias of the Western clans, carried him in his wheelchair, the wheels rattling on his chair, his head slightly slumped, his eyes a little out of focus, his every breath a rasping struggle against his death. Aulocos was fighting a losing battle, but he was intent and hoping perhaps either Remy or Ali would be able to get their hands on the diaries of Viraranaar’s great secret, the deadly but useful cure, the ancient Krykolth treatment, the darkest of the cures of diseases, to kill a foe that only becomes dangerous when spread.

With the tables tipping, Aulocos wished to have his eaten and fleshy fingers on the treatment, to stop the wound of having his body eaten alive by the horrendous Jenrakian brother of leprosy. Snapping his senses back to place, he watched as his assistance slowly walked him along the museum halls, the many depictions of the rise and fall of emperors great and small, strong and weak, echo within its wall. One of them, a portrait of a sitting man, his face looking imperiously out a window, towards a lush and vibrant green terrain, his silver sabre dangling at his side, his beard thick and healthy, eyes watering, stood out to him greatly. His ancestor, his great, great, great grandfather – Kakaru Territurari, the Lord of the dark Scions.

“There is my father’s father, but his father’s father.” Aulocos said, his voice reaping, his thoughts barely thought out entirely well, his assistance grunting softly to his noise.

“He was a great man, he felt the pains of others.” Aulocos reasoned once more, only to hear another sad grunt of boredom.

As they passed the paintings, they saw the framed and largely built Nuir Enkur, standing imperiously amongst the Ascherans, his fist of a spear waving in its godly glory, the slits for his eyes in the mask lit ablaze with red fire, steam of blood issuing from his arms, his feet stomping massive footprints into the ground. There was another with brave and honourable Kelirius, his head a messy flow of gold, his beard thick and righteous, his eye glaring into the sun scorched deserts, fingers spread out as the many intricately drawn men behind him obey his every move, his horse a large, proud, whinnying animal that rose up with a glazing fervour for its master. Brown, strong and coarse hair from the horse’s mane simpered in the sizzling heat, as Kelirius rose to his glamour, spears shaking and swords clanging in the exciting shout of war.

Moving on, they fell their eyes upon the beautiful and elegant Queen Iellis, the Ivory of a continent of sand and dust and blood. Her black dress adorned as golden necklaces hang around her neck, a symbolic carved ‘S’ of silver and diamond laid purposefully abroad her breast, her long black, shiny hair in contrast to her soft mocha skin. She looked a bit like Denise, although much more elegant, and much more beautiful and calm. A soft smile hidden between a steel mask, Aulocos urged his assistance to move on, whom nodded and grunted appreciatively of the wondrous and almost hypnotic beauty of the fantastic woman.

“She brought together the northern Akkath and the southern Krakkez in an uneasy peace.” Aulocos reasoned, trying to show another piece of history, to feed another small spoonful into his assistance’s mind. “She brought two different churches at war and quelled the Temsplace.”

“She must have been a great woman, my lord.” Elnias only said, boredom setting in his mind.

“She was. A great cavalier of truth and thought, even when women were not to be as such. When women were not expected to be such, she expected such in herself, and became thus.” Aulocos whispered poetically.

“Ah, but you must not weary yourself, for she is dead, and every word could steal your energy.”

“My energy? Words of wisdom do not stab, they only bare the knowledge.”

“And not all knowledge contains great benefits – some hurt dearly.”

“But all knowledge comes with it experience, and experience strengthens the resolve.”

“Lord, you are truly wearied, please do not think too greatly of anything or anybody.” Elnias solemnly urged, to which Aulocos lifted his tired and covered hand and effort fully swung it away.

As he strolled on, his assistant behind him, they came upon a familiar painting, of a white haired, pale woman, beautiful and dotted with soft features, her clear and smooth skin in contrast to her background, a red stained and sandy wall, as she sat upon a simple chair, her eyes looking at a window that could not bee seen in the painting, her expression a sombre and sad envision, her eyes and her makeup showing the small evidence that she had been crying; trails of small black smudges followed below her eyes, but otherwise she was a beautiful, fine specimen. Her beauty surpassed any of that of the women upon the paintings, even of the luscious legendary Iellis – this woman sat in her state, and while she was in a moment of sorrow, her beauty was too great to ignore.

“Rashkta.” Aulocos said softly, almost like a romantic whisper, his bloodshot eyes darting to another painting, one beside Rashkta’s sorrowful painting, of a couple.

In it, showed Rashkta, in her identical dress, but her elevated mood made for a stronger and more sophisticated picture, her dress showing many intricately drawn and woven golden laces and necklaces, jewellery encrusted in her dress and her sceptre, her hair long and silky, a pearl-like sheen and a silver shine to its flawless surface, her skin still pale and her eye lashes pronounced, but her lips a dark poppy red, standing out from the white but skilled places of her skin.

Standing behind her, his strong and smooth-skinned hand on her shoulder lovingly, stood a man in the painting, his hair combed over perfectly, his face a serious but strong look, his smile rivalling that of the sun itself, as the relatively young man kept himself in a strong and protective stance of his love. Aulocos only sighed, a red tear fogging up his eyes, as he grimaced in pain when the salty tear stung his flesh.

“She was a great person. She was a loving friend. But things have changed.”

“What do you mean, my lord?”

“Catastrophe for one can echo to another. To her, I am dead. I am nothing but a shell of a man, dying and melting in pain, his flesh seared off in the end.”

“So, you are nothing but a man devoid to her?”

“Yes, Elnias. Devoid of feeling, of life, of all love and thought. That caring for me would only hurt her. That should loving for my death would only make her heart hurt more than before.”

“If she stayed, she could have helped you.”

“No, Elnias. If she stayed, her heart would only break too strongly. It was best to have her leave, to have her never weep for my death. I could not bear to have her broken and dishevelled at my death. To have our relationship grow.”

“Grow?”

“I loved, nothing more. She didn’t love me very much. If she stayed, perhaps she would have. Perhaps she wouldn’t have. But I did not want to risk it.”

“Who was she, to be so loved by a Lord as such?”

“Rashkta, my dear.” He said, looking at the man, before Elnias saw his interest. Reading the painting’s caption, the assistance was faintly surprised at the picture’s resonance.

The Princess Rashkta, and her husband Aulocos of Liarcha.
The Transylvania
24-02-2006, 04:41
With the fourth chapter of Herrissian's dairy sitting in the passenger seat, Remy pulled out of the castle’s garage in Edward’s black H2 and into flow of traffic. He looked at the clock, it reads ‘2:30’.

“This has been a long day and night.” he said out loud, his heavily Cajun accent feeling the quiet inside of the hummer. “Damn, its quiet in here.” He turned on the radio and searched through the radio channels. After going through about ten or more, he stops on a heavy rock station and put the volume on the highest it could go.

After about an hour or longer, Remy pulls into the parking lot of a club. One called ‘Alcoholics Anonymous’. He turned the SUV off but did not get out. “This is nut, Remy.” he out loud to himself. “That book is fucking weapon.”
Jenrak
24-02-2006, 04:46
"Whom will come to my aid, to help my life? I do miss her so." Aulocos said, sighing heavily, his heartbeat throbbing loudly. "I hope one of them hurries. My flesh is as delicate is it is now."
The Transylvania
24-02-2006, 05:07
Remy was a little mad went he got out of the hummer with the dairy in his arms. He shuts the door and heads towards the door. Walking by people trying to get into the club, knocking some of them out of his way.

The Cajun playboy was a man…no vampire on a mission, a mission to save a man. A man that was kin to the woman he loved dearly. The door open for him and him only, so he walked into the club. Walking pass the dance floor, where he and Denise were the main event early in the night, and pass the bar, where people were getting drunk off of their asses. He headed straight for the stairs and began climbing them.

He stopped at the door, which lead to the man he was going to save. He just looked at the door, not saying anything. He knocked…
Jenrak
24-02-2006, 05:10
Once more, Elnias emerged, and scanned him quickly, before letting him through into Aulocos' lavish living room. Aulocos, sitting on his wheelchair, his eyes droopy beneath his mask, shook slightly when he heard Remy's knock, and Elnias allowing the man in.
The Transylvania
24-02-2006, 05:14
“I told you, I would get the book.” said Remy as he walked into the room. Not caring, if Aulocos would answer him or not. He held the dairy in his right hand at his side. “But I don’t think I should give it to you.” he said with a short pause. “With this cure, comes great hazards. This cure will heal you but turn you in a walking wave of death. Killing everybody in your footsteps.”
Jenrak
24-02-2006, 05:16
"Then, leave me be. Let me die." Aulocos said, his breathing rasped, his heart thumping loudly and violently as his bloodshot eyes began to droop once more.
The Transylvania
24-02-2006, 05:23
Remy only smiled as he placed the dairy on a table in front of Aulocos. “The only way you would kill people is by touching them, sir.” he said bend down on his knees, to look Aulocos in the eyes. “You can take this cure or take my cure.”

“But I know Jenrakian do not trust foreigners that much.” he added. “So, my cure would go flying out of the window.”

“Pick one.”
Jenrak
24-02-2006, 05:26
Aulocos picked up the book. "Viraranaar is a liar. It doesn't fuse the blood with leprosy. People do not become lepers when they are touched. I know - it has worked for me before, but fate is a cruel beast to afflict me once more with it. He wishes me to die. Tell me..." Aulocos whispered, "...has he ever complained of the possibility of another Territurari living? He would want us to die off."
The Transylvania
24-02-2006, 05:34
“I can tell when people are lying, Mr. Territurari. I know how the heart sounds when somebody was lying to me. Viraranaar was not lying.“ said Remy. “He is a little tricky priest but not a liar. And yes, I know he wants not more of your bloodline. But you what I say to that, the hell with him.”

“And he changed his mood when Ashili reminded him that you saved his live twice.” said Remy.
Jenrak
25-02-2006, 05:27
"Heh. For your resonance and your steadfast assistance, I shall fullfill my end of the bargain. I will assist you in my favours. Here's what you will need to do - I will need you to get her to walk with you, and I will get a man to hire a diversion. Do not fight back, just be calm, and-and try to coerce him to stop." He rasped, his breathing coarse at the end.

"And d-do not use that ability of yours. I have studied you and your family before, so I am aware of your abilities. Do not use any powers at any point. It won't impress her."
The Transylvania
25-02-2006, 05:42
Remy thought about it before he answered. His powers are like his best friend. And him not using them would nuts. “We will have to do it tomorrow night because she think I’m doing something for my uncle.” he said. “I will have to control myself to not use my powers. But I can do it.”
Jenrak
25-02-2006, 23:47
"If you truly love her, you'll adjust for her. It's a compromise people must do." Aulocos said. "Now, I believe our business is done. Every second wasted is a second closer to death for me, and every second wasted is a second lost with her, for you."
The Transylvania
26-02-2006, 04:18
“Well, I hope the cure works.” said Remy as he standing up. He turns and heads out the door, he was out in the parking lot in a few minutes. On the table in front of Aulocos was a small white piece of paper with both Remy’s cell-phone numbers.
Jenrak
26-02-2006, 04:27
Opening the diary, he immediately went to chapter four, his fingers crackling with a numb feeling as he read the pages in the chapter. Waving his left hand weakly, Elnias came to his side. "Lord?" The man asked.

"Get the scouts to bring me these ingredients." Aulocos said, pointing to a large list in the fourth chapter.
The Transylvania
26-02-2006, 04:34
Remy was back on his way to the castle. He hope everything would work out right. And that the priest was lying like Aulocos said, he was not listening to Viraranaar’s heart.

Meanwhile back at castle…deep inside the castle a prince was cooling off. Seven years ago, he would be drunk off his ass by now. But he gave all that up, when cold turkey. So, he had to find others ways to cool off and clam down. So, he upgrade a big room in lower part of the castle and made into a state of the art gun range. He was standing at one of the twelve booths with his pistol in his hands.
Jenrak
26-02-2006, 04:38
All things placed together, Aulocos prepared himself the ritual, the work required.
The Transylvania
26-02-2006, 04:42
The sound of gun fire feels the room as Edward unloads into a paper target. A target that looked a little like Elnias the bloody traitor. One clip empty as he pushed the button to eject it. Another clip was in the pistol before the first clip hit the ground. Edward smiled at the damage he did to the target’s head. He shot out the eyes, nose and mouth.
Jenrak
26-02-2006, 04:51
"Shaking violently, his arms and his feet burning in pain as his scarred and melting naked body singed itself in the pool of the reddish thick liquid, his burns and scars violently throbbing in pain, as he breathed heavily.
The Transylvania
26-02-2006, 05:01
Clip after clip after clip were shot into the Elnias target, until a small pile of six clip laid at the feet of the prince. The target looked like it was about to fall apart. Edward looked over at the table to pick up another clip but found not. “Shit!” he yelled as he pull his pistol on the table. He heads over to the gun safe…
Jenrak
26-02-2006, 17:12
He felt it burning off – he felt its powers growing, his strength returning, his blood boiling and his skin painless and without a sting of surging terror. His wounds and gaping scars from his leprosy still existed, but now it no longer would continue. “I need my robes, my mask.” Aulocos commanded, his voice strong and powerful, no longer a weeping rasp – as it was meant for him to be. When Elnias finished slumping his master’s robe over his head, and placed a new steel mask on his master’s face, covering still everything but his eyes, Aulocos breathed the air strongly for the first time in many years. Yet during his dressing, his servant had touched a small sliver of his flesh when he was being dressed, and the man began to collapse onto the floor, coughing violently and vomiting blood.

Drawing his sword, the maniacal long-blade, Aulocos swung his sword, cleaving the head in two, dripping and sliding blood running lowly on the tarnished floor. Lord Aulocos had arisen.
The Transylvania
26-02-2006, 18:45
Edward took out a portable General Electric XM214 Minigun, no human could handle a weapon like this unless they were muscled up. Making sure the 5,000 round belt was load correctly, he started firing. Laughing like a mad man as more Elnias targets popped up on the range.
Jenrak
26-02-2006, 18:48
The gargoyles and demons of stone on leered on menacingly, as the figure cobbled on the streets, his familiar black, clawed hand shone in the leering and taunting moonlight. His grasping and groaning breaths made it worse, his heart thumping loudly amongst the graveyard cemeteries, the light from his lantern dangling on his mask to show a small trickle of sweat and humidity flowing freely from the bottom of his helmet, the heat in the night unbearable as he tried to find his way around. Weeping softly, he tracked on, a small whisper in his mind urging him onwards through the cemetery. Go forwards, Go forwards…. It would urge him greatly.

Amongst the cobblestone path dotted with many small sharp rocks, shining on their path like beacons, marbled stone grave stones adjacent to each other, some cracked in their ends, others chipped slightly. Others simply had the same stirring image as the others before them, and he felt as if he was walking in a circle, yet he knew he was not. Saerus still kept going, his feet clanking loudly as his armoured boots shook on his feet when he felt every step flick with every stroke. Mausoleums as large as houses and entire tombs of tunnels and writhing catacombs twisted alongside the graves, a giant ten acres of the dead committed. “Ugh.” He said, as he tripped a strong and solid object, the lantern flicking over to what he saw as a body lying on the road, a shovel in his hand, a pin on his pinstriped shirt.

The Grave keeper.

“Ugh.” Saerus said, walking over the body, before the hands reached up and grabbed onto his foot. “What?” He said in surprise, looking back down at the body, now animating itself as it cried out in fear, a large gash on its chest.

“H-Help me!” It said, crying, as the blood squeezed like a soft, warm, runny liquid from his juicy flesh, his tears flowing out in both eyes, moistening his pain crinkled face. “He’s here!” The Grave keeper said again, but a large skull adorning axe lunged down upon the Grave keeper’s head from the darkness, cutting his upper forehead in two, his unsteady red brains sliding out cleanly.

Saerus moved back as the grip of the dead man’s hands loosened, and he prepared himself by drawing his gun at the figure. Firing off a couple rounds into where he believed the figure once was, nothing came of it, no sound. Grave stones fell in disrepair, the cobbled streets shaking furiously as the pieces of stone flew about in the growing wind. It went on, as Saerus endured the violent wind, before an eerie calm came along, the body of the grave keeper only a fleshy and bony white figure, his mouth elongated and deformed, his eyes popped out of their sockets and his fingers showing every vein that throbbed with a red escaping blood.

“Ugh.” Saerus said again, covering his nose as the horrid stench of the body enveloped the area, before a red cloaked figure came out of the darkness in front of the corpse, axe wielded and lunging at Saerus.

Moving quickly out of the stroke, the Patriarch dodged down, firing off a few rounds skilfully into the man’s head, but the enemy blocked every shot accurately and without mistake nor need of haste. Soon enough, Saerus ran out, and the gun was sliced in two the swing from the enemy came along. He turned around, and the mysterious entity swung and then smashed into his chest with the butt of the axe. Flying back onto the Mausoleum at the end of the cemetery road, the voice in Saerus’ head flung up again eerily.

My sword! Give me my sword! It cried out in fury, as Saerus’ head turned over to see the straight and delicate long sword perched in a statue’s hands, gleaming and shining like a beautiful gem in the darkness, the red figure flying quickly and quickly towards him. In quick haste, Saerus reached for the sword, pulling it hard from he hands of the stone statue that had it situated in its hands, black smoke emanating from its hilt, as a cool and energizing feeling ran throughout Saerus’ every vein and artery. A new power rejuvenating him, he no longer felt any pain reach him, and lunged towards the mysterious enemy.

Yet this was not Saerus anymore – in the night, long gone is the noble Patriarch. “Elnioz. We meet once more.” ‘Saerus’ cackled, both combatants gracefully gliding down to the ground after meeting in midair, the long and sharp straight crossed shaped sword locking blades with the skull large axe.

“Jack.” Elnioz said back, his voice cold and emotionless. “We meet once more amongst the dead. Where all sleep and we still live.”

“You are always a poetic man, Elnioz.” Jack of Spades chuckled, prying his sword free, stabbing Elnioz, as Elnioz blocked his attack, and flipped over the blade to bring the axe down upon his axe.

Jack swung his sword alongside the ground, where the blade struck fire, swinging it madly towards the airborne foe, but the axe blocked it’s attack once more, and Jack twisted around skilfully to attack his enemy’s back. Elnioz blocked that as well, but by that time Jack was too fast for him. He could barely see the Jack of Spades, for when he blocked him, he felt a strong pummel to his stomach, and the large light of fire against his robe, lighting his robe on fire.

Stabbing towards him, Elnioz launched his axe into the ground, and swung up the cobblestone paths, to which Jack ran forwards, and disappeared in a glimpse of acrid black smoke, and reappeared in front of the attacker, twisting around to slash him in the stomach, before the axe swung up to defend, the butt of the weapon from Elnioz’s hands lunging forwards to strike him.

Elnioz twisted around quicker and slashed, and Elnioz grabbed his helmet, throwing him against the statue from which Saerus pried the sword, but Jack landed on the wall, his right hand grabbing the wall, his left hand on his sword, lunging back towards his enemy, before a long metal whip came along, and forced Jack to block that, yet it extinguished his fire, leaving him in total darkness once more.

“Tezekilth. Where are you?” He asked, hearing the faint shadows laughing and cackling, a creature-like roar. Lighting his sword against the ground once more, he did it in the nick of time, only to reveal Tezekilth swinging with his whip, and Elnioz gaining propulsion by flinging his axe against Jack, but the defender persisted. With skills inhuman, the Jack of Spades blocked with a speed of light the attack by his foe, launching his foe against him, leaping onto a gravestone, but Elnioz smashed it with the brunt of his axe when he sliced it.
The Transylvania
26-02-2006, 19:01
The sound of a gun running out of rounds was all Edward heard. A evil smile went across his lips as look at the damage he had just done. Paper in little pieces of nothing all over the place. Bullet sized holes in the back wall of the range. Edward laughed at the thought of that he just woke up the whole castle with one gun.

“I’m taking this into battle next time.” he said.
Jenrak
26-02-2006, 19:10
Dancing around in a ballet of chaos and contempt, he swung his blade to block, but Tezekilth launched his bladed whip from behind, the dangling figure of Jack swinging forth to slice against the undead man, right at where his arm was recently missing against his brawl against Eddie. “Come now, great Undead King!” Tezekilth yelled with a tumultuous roar to Jack, who lunged forwards, blocking the axe swing unexpectedly pulled, the flames leaping freely from their source, when Jack finally lunged into Tezekilth, the tip of his right hand stabbing into the zombie’s stomach, before rapping his flesh out, the blood splattering on the floor, and he moed up to his arm and ripped it apart.

Landing quickly on the ground, Jack immediately set back to attacking the two of them, as they advanced, a whip of blades flying out to meet him, but he blocked that easily with his sword, yet the axe came surging down, and Jack dodged to only smack Elnioz violently in the face with Tezekilth’s ripped arm, blood spurting from it in every direction. Amidst the roars of disapproval from Tezekilth and the shrieking uncomforting sense from Elnioz, Jack leaped up and swung the arm down onto it’s owner’s face with a strong essence like a dark, fleshy mace, the flesh falling apart to have his bone smashing him in the face.

In desperation, Tezekilth lunged even further, but was easily cut down by Jack when the black armoured fighter leaped over the blinding zombie, and cleaved his body in half in a single, messy, bloody stroke. Falling to the ground, the zombie writhed around, it’s two halves trying to get up, but Jack had him pinned to the ground, impaled by the bone of his own arm (which was subsequently ripped out earlier).

With only Elnioz left, Jack felt better, his sword swung at knee level, his head pushing forwards, but the gleaming swing of the shining light from the axe blinded him, and forced Elnioz to twist around faster than Jack could see, forcing the Jack of Spades to light his sword ablaze once more. Turning around to stab, he was slashed on the arm, but his wound healed instantly, feeling no pain as he slashed down onto the enemy, yet the enemy persisted on his attacks.

The battle went on for a long while, before the break of dawn emerged, the sword fell out of the fire, and Elnioz fled, a riddle of bullets sprayed from under the red cloak to distract the Jack of Spades from following him.

Breathing heavily, as he turned back into Saerus, the Sword on which the Jack of Spades held his beloved power had sucked itself into his flesh, leaving only a small tattoo behind.
The Transylvania
26-02-2006, 19:21
The same black H2 that Remy used the other night, pulls up in front of Denise’s mansion. The sun had just went down, so Remy could have that little walk he and Aulocos planned. He would not use his powers to calm this man down, he would have to talk the man to calm down. Dressed in nice pair of black pants with a white sleeveless shirt and blue tinted sunglasses, Remy got out of the hummer. He walked to the door and knocked.
Jenrak
26-02-2006, 19:25
Denise appeared at the door, in an azure nightgown, a faint look upon her eyes. "Hi, Remy." She said groggily. "What are you doing here?"
The Transylvania
26-02-2006, 20:04
“Well, I was driving around and checking out the things in this area of Jenrak.” started Remy. “I said to myself, lets go see what Denise is up to.”
Jenrak
26-02-2006, 20:07
"Okay. Well I guess I'll go change. You want to come in?" She asked him.
The Transylvania
26-02-2006, 22:29
“Well, I was thinking about walking around. I saw a lot of places but don‘t know what they called.” he said. “So, change into something they could walk around in and be already wearing it.” said Remy

“Sure.” said Remy about coming in.
Jenrak
27-02-2006, 00:39
"Then come in." Denise said, opening the door to reveal a messy house, clothes and items strewn around in miscellanious locations, the servants bustling around busily like drones to clean the mess.
The Transylvania
27-02-2006, 00:41
Remy walked in looked around. He was shocked at the mess but remember where he was. “You need some help with this mess? I could call somebody and hire you more servants.” said Remy.
Jenrak
27-02-2006, 00:47
"Nah, I'm okay." Denise said, going upstairs. "I'll be down eventually."
The Transylvania
27-02-2006, 00:51
“Okay.” said Remy. “If you need help with this mess, just call me.” He watch her head upstairs then he starts looking for a chair or somewhere to sit down.
Jenrak
27-02-2006, 00:55
After a few minutes, Denise came down, donning a green neon t-shirt, dark blue pants and a few bracelets gracing her left wrist, a shining gold ring on her right hand's ring finger.

With that, the doorbell rang.
The Transylvania
27-02-2006, 00:57
Remy could not find anywhere to sit down, so he stood the whole time until Denise walked back down. He as about to said to her then the doorbell. “Looks like you have more company.” he said.
Jenrak
27-02-2006, 00:58
Denise was genuinely surprised on who it was. "Can you get that, Remy?" She asked him, as she was putting her earrings on.
The Transylvania
27-02-2006, 01:05
“Okay.” said Remy as he walked towards the door. He knew whom the person was, the person that Aulocos send. He opened the door and said “May I help you with something?”
Jenrak
27-02-2006, 01:07
"Who are you?" The man asked, his surprising instinct entirely convincing, his voice full of charisma. "The hell are you doing here?" He yelled out in a torrent, a certainly dramatic but believeable approach.

"Who the hell are you?" Denise asked him, her face contorted in surprise.
The Transylvania
27-02-2006, 01:11
“I’m Remy.” said the Cajun playboy in calm tone. “I’m here to talk with my friend, Denise. She is going to show around and tell me about everything in this part of Jenrak.”

Remy looked back at Denise. “I have no idea who this man is. As I open the door, he began yelling at me.” he said to her then looked back at the man.
DMG
05-03-2006, 01:12
After excusing himself to get a drink, Ali returned a few minutes later to find Viraranaar still sitting where he had left him. "Why...?"

"Why did you let that fool Remy have the book if you knew how dangerous it would be in the wrong hands?" he asked Vira.

OOC: Finally caught up and able to post.
The Transylvania
05-03-2006, 05:08
After excusing himself to get a drink, Ali returned a few minutes later to find Viraranaar still sitting where he had left him. "Why...?"

"Why did you let that fool Remy have the book if you knew how dangerous it would be in the wrong hands?" he asked Vira.

“Watch what you say about any of my family, human.” said Edward behind him. “Because you don’t want something happen to you. Do you?” Before Ali could turn around and look at him, Edward disappeared from the room.
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 22:02
"Ashili is a very persuasive woman." Viraranaar slumped sadly.

"An honour system of the priests. How amusing." Ashili said, before lurching back to her bed.

"Okay, you have to leave, sir." Denise said firmly, but the man kept his stance, his face flustering to a thick red. "What the hell is your problem?"
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 22:08
“Come on, sir.” said Remy, who still had a calm voice and face. If he didn’t have to be calm, the man would have has a charged card in his face by now. “The lady has asked you to leave. So, be a gentleman and leave her land.”
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 22:18
The man was aghast, his face white and pale, as he looked around from Denise to Remy, in a mock surprise. "Are you going to let him talk to me like that?" He said in surprise, to which Denise walked down the stairs, and walked past her coffee table, picking up a gun in the drawer and firing off a round into his shin, as he fell down in pain.

"Get the fuck off my property." She said firmly, her gun pointed at the squirming man, before she pulled the trigger and the bullet entered his fleshy brain.
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 22:26
The whole scene shocked Remy. He never saw her puling the gun and shooting him in the head. That was something he did not think she would do but she did it. “Wow!” he said out loud. “Who was that man?”
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 22:29
"How should I know? I have to talk to my staff now. I'm not letting let people in now. I'll be back." She said, going back to the kitchen, before briefly returning.

"So, what's up?" She asked, as if nothing had ever happened.
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 22:37
During the time Denise left the room, Remy looked at the body. I hope her uncle does not get mad because this man is dead. he said to himself.

When she came back in, he was still looking at the man. “Nothing but a man bleeding out on your floor.” he said looking back at her.
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 22:40
Denise smiled. "Okay, sure. I feel like eating somewhere. Do you want to go eat somewhere?" She asked him, her hands in her pockets.
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 22:42
“Sound good.” said Remy, walking over to her. “Where you want to go?”
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 22:50
"How about the mall?" Denise said, expectantly.
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 22:52
“Okay.” said Remy. “It is close by or do we need to drive there?”
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 22:55
"We can walk." Denise reasoned.
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 22:57
“Okay.” said Remy. “Well…lead the way, milady.” He winked at her after saying that.
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 22:58
"Okay, you don't have to do that." Denise said, shaking her head, waiting for Remy to get out so she could close the door.
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 23:01
Remy just smiled as he walked out the door. “Okay, I will stop saying milady to you.” he said.
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 23:04
"That's good." She said, smiling. "So, how's Jenrak treating you?" She asked him, as she walked down the driveway.
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 23:07
“Fine.” said Remy. “Plus, nobody would think about messing with me. That is, if they knew who I was and what I am.”
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 23:10
"That's a big ego, you know. It doesn't get you very far in a world as messed as this." Denise joked, closing hte gate behind her, nodding to a servant.

"Eckos sune." She said softly, before the gatekeeper nodded, his mind seemingly in thought.

"So, how long have you been here?"
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 23:12
Remy just smiled at her comment about his ego. “A week or two.” he said. “Lost count of the time.”
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 23:17
"Just a week?" Denise said, surprised. "Heh, how funny." She gasped, reaching the mall quickly, the large building only a few minutes down from her manor. As she walked inside, she looked around and chuckled slightly, urging Remy to enter.
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 23:20
“Yes, I have been here for a week.” said Remy. He walked in after Denise.
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 23:23
The moment Remy had gotten near Denise, a battalion of reporters and gossiping officials have surrounded them, drawing attention to the mall around them. "Any plans so far?" Somebody asked to Denise.

"Any romance?" They asked, to which Denise grabbed Remy's hand, and pulled him through the mob of media dulled drones.

"I hate them." Denise said. "Can't live a life with them everywhere."
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 23:30
“Yes, they are everywhere.” said Remy as he followed after her. “But it is one thing you can’t escape, if you are somebody famous.”
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 23:32
"I know alot of people who escape it. My father, for example." Densie said, shrugging as they walked upon the elevator. When they were on the elevator, a casual looking man walked up onto the elevator behind Denise and Remy, and placed a card quietly on Remy's shoulder, tapping it gently to gain his attention.

On it, it read:

Meet me in men's washroom.
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 23:44
“Oh…” said Remy to Denise. “So, there are ways to escape. But those media types need to get the best picture to make the most money.” Remy took the card and quickly write it before he pocketed it.
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 23:46
"Um, okay." Denise said, confused. "Well, do you want to go look at some animals?" She asked.
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 23:51
“Yes.” said Remy. “But I need to use the washroom before I do anything.”
Jenrak
07-03-2006, 23:53
"Okay, don't take too long." Denise said, walking off.
The Transylvania
07-03-2006, 23:58
“Okay, see you in a little bit.” he said. With that done, Remy heads towards the washroom. He walked inside, know who would be on the other side.
Jenrak
08-03-2006, 00:07
A large, glooming figure, powerful and ominous, a horrid rotting stench from his body, his eyes bloodshot and red hidden behind a metal mask, draped in white. "Hello, Remy." Aulocos said, standing up, much taller and more towering and powerful than expected. "How is your day?" He said, certainly walking around, enjoying his increased mobility. No longer he was rasping, no longer was blood dripping idly from his mask, while it seems he still wore it. Aulocos seemed to have endless energy, his reflexes quick and godlike, his fingers in his metal gauntlets clattering on the marble counter.

"The second and third phase is going to happen. Once more, no powers, no manipulation. Simple breeze and light headed thinking. No violence, only calm demeanour. No swearing, either. Understood?" Aulocos said.
The Transylvania
08-03-2006, 00:15
“Understand, sir.” said Remy as he looked at Aulocos. “I see that your cure worked. That is good.”
Jenrak
08-03-2006, 00:16
"It worked, greatly." Aulocos said, having Remy get out of the bathroom, before a sign labelled 'Due to Vandalism, this washroom has been closed' placed on it.
The Transylvania
08-03-2006, 00:21
“Well, see you around.” said Remy. He started off to find his lovely vixen. It took a little bit to find her, near the animals.
Jenrak
08-03-2006, 00:23
A man intercepted him a little while, whispering to him, "Better got ingenuity." before walking off.
The Transylvania
08-03-2006, 00:33
After Remy heard ‘Better got ingenuity‘, he started thinking about what it could mean. It was strange riddle. Hell, maybe it was an anagram. These Jenrakians are trickily ones.

He was thinking as one strange thing popped into his head. Eye gun-toting bitter. he said to himself. Maybe?
Jenrak
08-03-2006, 00:40
"Remy, come here!" Denise said, holding up a small little dog as it barked happily in her hands. "Look at him!" She said, cutely.
The Transylvania
08-03-2006, 00:42
“A little dog.” said Remy as he walked over to her. “What bred is it?” He started to pet the dog.
Jenrak
08-03-2006, 00:45
"Siberian Husky." She said, the soft fur on the puppy whipping around a frenzy it looked angrily at Remy, and snapped at his hand, biting it. Quickly, Denise held the dog back, in surprise. Putting it down gentily, she looked at Remy's hand. "Are you okay?" She said, her soft hands examining the wound.
The Transylvania
08-03-2006, 00:48
“Oh…husky are good dog.” he said before the dog bite him. He pulled his hand back and looked at it. A bunch of small bite marks, not to deep but they were bleeding. “What was that about?” he asked as the wounds began to start healing. “I will be fine. It will heal.”
Jenrak
08-03-2006, 00:52
"Are you sure?" She asked, insecurely. "Because I'm so sorry that happened, that won't happen again." She said, trying to sound reassuring.

"Okay, let's go somewhere else." Denise urged, dragging him around the mall.
The Transylvania
08-03-2006, 00:55
“Yes, it will heal.” said Remy looking at her. “Not your fault, too. I should have let the dog smell me before I try to pet it. Dumb me.” Remy walks next to Denise as they move around the mall.
Jenrak
08-03-2006, 00:58
"Bitten by a dog?" A bemused man overheard. "I wish, four eyes." He said calmly, before walking away.

"What's with him?" Denise asked, going back outside. "I've had enough."
The Transylvania
08-03-2006, 01:02
Remy just smiled and ignored the man. He followed behind Denise. “People like that, I just ignore. Not going to waste a breath on them.” he said.
Jenrak
08-03-2006, 01:07
"Nice advice." She said, hugging him closely, before walking off down the street. Turning around, she nodded. "I'll call you tonight." She said, and with that, she dissappeared.
The Transylvania
08-03-2006, 01:12
“Okay.” said Remy. That was strange, I thought she wanted to get something to eat. He heads back towards her manor, to pick up the hummer.
Jenrak
08-03-2006, 01:16
Denise was having a nice time, but she had to finish her work. Taking her father's ancient grandfather clock, she promptly placed it in the back of Viraranaar's car, and in the Bugatti, she nodded, driving out of the garage towards Ashili's castle to drop off Viraranaar's clock.
The Transylvania
08-03-2006, 01:19
Remy hopped into the hummer as Denise took off in the Bugatti. He waved at her before starting the hummer and driving out of the driveway. He turned on some heavy metal and started jamming.
Jenrak
08-03-2006, 01:22
Denise never saw him, but she just kept driving, ignoring all the things around her, wondering what she would do with Remy later that night.
The Transylvania
08-03-2006, 01:25
Remy just began to cruise in the area around Denise’s manor. To see more of the lands near her home.
Jenrak
08-03-2006, 01:28
Like usual, Ashili's castle towered over the many myriad buildings around it, a large stone precipice sticking out amongst the sea of dunes, a long courtyard stretching from its front to the doorway, as the familiar black masked priest sat, a notebook in his lap as he hurriedly placed information in.

Driving up on Ashili's driveway, Denise sighed, throwing the keys to Viraranaar. "Your clock is in the back." Densie said, as Viraranaar nodded.
DMG
08-03-2006, 03:23
"Ashili is a very persuasive woman." Viraranaar slumped sadly.

"An honour system of the priests. How amusing." Ashili said, before lurching back to her bed.

"Okay, you have to leave, sir." Denise said firmly, but the man kept his stance, his face flustering to a thick red. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Aren't they all..." he grinned as he left Viraranaar to his thoughts and got something to eat.

A couple hours later he heard the unmistakable sound of Vira' Bugatti pulling up in the driveway, Denise must be back...

He walked outside calmly, a short distance behind Vira. "See... I told you she didn't mess up your car..." he announced to the priest.
The Transylvania
08-03-2006, 04:38
Remy drove until he was twenty miles away from Denise’s manor. He was thinking about what that man said ‘I wish, four eyes.’ He had to know these are sunglasses. he said to himself. But why did he say ’I wish’? He continue thinking.

His jaw about hit the floor when he got the meaning. “She is your wife.” he said out loud. Like anybody would hear him over the loud music, if they were in the hummer. “Hot damn, that is.”
Jenrak
10-03-2006, 01:19
"Some are naive, some are spoiled. Most are both. Having a woman is a human dependency I live happily without. It can be applied to anybody as well. I would be much happier off without people." He said grouchily.

Rushing up the large scaled castle, she entered into its softened innards, looking around, searching for the familiar red haired Mistress. "Ashili!" She yelled loudly, when she had no sight of her.
DMG
10-03-2006, 01:35
"Some are naive, some are spoiled. Most are both. Having a woman is a human dependency I live happily without. It can be applied to anybody as well. I would be much happier off without people." He said grouchily.

"I am sure mankind would be better off without people too," Ali joked in reply, though at the same time his statement had been true.
Jenrak
10-03-2006, 01:40
"Heh. Interesting logic. And why is that?" Viraranaar reasoned.
DMG
10-03-2006, 01:44
"Heh. Interesting logic. And why is that?" Viraranaar reasoned.

"It is the nature of man," Ali replied cooly. "Most species are content with just surviving - the basics like eating, reproducing, and having a warm shelter. Humans, however, are sapient... and that very sapience gives them desires and emotions; love, hate... greed, jealousy... the works."

"It all leads to destruction in the end..."
Jenrak
10-03-2006, 01:54
"Massacre, you mean." Viraranaar said, putting his book down. "If there is somebody there to combat it, it becomes destruction. Without opposition, it becomes easy, and when it is easy, it is steady and simple. Simplicity leaves usually cleanliness. Hence the massacre." He explained.
DMG
10-03-2006, 02:39
"Massacre, you mean." Viraranaar said, putting his book down. "If there is somebody there to combat it, it becomes destruction. Without opposition, it becomes easy, and when it is easy, it is steady and simple. Simplicity leaves usually cleanliness. Hence the massacre." He explained.

"Destruction, demolition, devestation, massacre... whatever you want to call it," Ali replied, "it all leads to one thing... Total Annihilation."
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 04:02
"Duly noted, and duly recognised." Viraranaar cackled loudly, a loud laughter that filled with eccentric beats and vibrant tones that rattled through his larynx with a fervent shimmer.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 21:19
Remy stopped at a gas station to fill up the hummer. He was rich but he could get gas by himself. With the hummer at full, he paid and left.
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 21:28
Later that night...
"What's Remy cellphone number?" Denise asked Ashili, who shrugged with a bored and blank discontent. "You're serious? I said I'd call him." Denise could feel herself ready to sweat, her position undercomfortable.

Ashili only yawned in the drama. "Ask Edward, perhaps he knows." Ashili commanded, and Denise nodded appreciatively.

"Okay." She complied, walking off into Ashili's castle, looking for Edward.

Meanwhile, in Saerus' castle, his arm stung with a red tinge, his fingers turning a stark bone white, his breathing most irregular and his arms' skin slightly twisting around, a hard, sable feeling in his arm getting stronger, becoming pain when he saw the shining metal emerge with its glittering valiance from his skin.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked himself, as the familiar voice echoed in his mind.

"My sword, my armour and my helm. Get used to my blood, for if you do not, then I shalt maketh a new host out of you. I shalt change your mind nad your body, and for this time, you shalt truly die." It spoke, the voice like an icy wind rattling through his spine.

"But what do you want? What is your need?" Saerus asked the air again, trying to pin hte voice down.

"I need your soul." It only murmured.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 21:32
Edward came around the corner and ran into Denise. Knocking both on the ground. “Sorry, I was in hurry.” said Edward. He helped her. “You all right?”
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 21:41
Denis ereached down to get her stuff, breathing heavily in surprise. "Oh, yeah, I'm okay." She said, remembering what she was doing. "Hey, Edward, do you know what Remy's cell phone number is?"

Back at Saerus' castle, he began to bleed out blood, coughing up violently as his throat began to pierce open, his fingers crackling with electricity and his arms tingling with a biting sensation that was spreading quickly throughout his body. "What do you want?" He asked the voice again, yelling in extreme pain, as blood seeped out of his boots, his body imploding.

"Give me your soul." It commanded again, before a loud scream was heard, echoing through all of the halls of Saerus' psyche. A stab in Saerus' back, from the black dagger that was shining on his arm, the wielder deep in silk gloves hiding an intricate armour beneath.

"Hello, Jack." Aulocos said from behind, as Saerus writhed in pain, trying to recover.

Holding up the dagger, the blade swimming with a black tallow like a freely swithering cloud, it showed a skeletal hand try to scratch out the dagger, as if it were paper.

"Get up, Saerus. You have to get used to this." Aulocos spoke.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 21:45
“Yeah, I got it.” said Edward. He pulled a white piece of paper with tow numbers on it. “Both of his number. Call the first one before you try the second one.”
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 21:48
"Sure, thanks." Denise said, before punching the first number into her cell phone.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 21:51
Remy answer his black cell-phone. “Hello.” he said.
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 21:52
"Hi, Remy." Densie said cheerfully. "It's Denise. Are you doing anything right now?"
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 22:00
“Driving.” said Remy. “Where you at?”
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 22:02
"Ashili's house. You want to go someplace?" She asked expectantly.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 22:04
“Sure. I will pick up.” said Remy. “I’m almost there.”
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 22:04
"Okay, I'm expecting." She smiled, hanging up, as Denise walked downstairs.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 22:08
Remy hung up and floored it to Ashili’s castle. A few minutes later, the black hummer was driving up the castle’s driveway. Remy honk the horn a couple times to listen to it play ‘Dixie’.
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 22:11
Denise walked out of the castle, before spotting Remy's hummer, standing beside expectantly, asking him if it was locked. Obviously, however, she could barely hear anything other than his music, which mercilessly was pounding on his ear drums.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 22:13
“Nope, not locked.” said Remy, turning off the radio and stopped honking the horn.
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 22:16
Getting, Denise excited shook, putting her seatbelt on. "So, you want to go to Ouridna?" She asked, wondering of a possibly romantic date on the Exirthak Lighthouse.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 22:19
“Sure.” said Remy. “ Sound like a good place.” He turned the hummer around and drove out of the castle’s driveway. On the main road, he starts heading towards Ouridna.
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 22:20
"Ever been to Ouridna before?" Denise asked Remy, wondering on what his reaction to the city with the largest graveyard on two continents would be.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 22:21
“Nope, don’t think I have.” he said. “What is there?”
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 22:26
"A lighthouse, but other than that, it's normal." Denise replied.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 22:27
“Oh, okay. It still sound like fun.” said Remy.
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 22:29
"We should be there very soon, but it could feel like forever." Denise said, leaning back.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 22:31
Denise was right, they were close because Remy never pays attention speed limits. The hummer just passed into Ouridna.
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 22:38
The graveyard passed them, but it was still in its grandeur, a large army of stones and gravesites, as far as the eye can see, large willow trees overarching and expanding past the roads, massive mausoleums as large and elaborate as entire apartments, with winding stairs and an enormous second floor, a massive ditch carved out at its center to show a giant pyre of flame billowing from its tip.

"Okay, we're in Ouridna, all right." Denise said, unsurprised.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 22:42
“Okay.” said Remy. “A large graveyard is not normal, Denise.” He looked at the graveyard. He wonder what the fire in the center was for.
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 22:44
"It's our biggest graveyard, spanning around fifty kilometres square miles." Denise spoke with a sick sense of accomplish in her voice. "Let's go to the lighthouse." She said, pointing to the tall silver sliver pointing up erect from the cliff that overlooked a bustling metropolis.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 22:46
“Oh…” said Remy, heading toward the lighthouse. “Is that thing made out of silver?”
Jenrak
13-03-2006, 22:48
"Pure silver." Denise exclaimed in awe. "We have an affinity for towers and castles." She said.
The Transylvania
13-03-2006, 23:41
“You do know silver can killed me.” said Remy. He almost want to turn back and flee from the lighthouse. “If it is put into my body that is.”
DMG
14-03-2006, 19:14
Well that was an odd sound coming from Vira, Ali thought as he turned to continue towards the door. He had decided to lounge around for the next couple of hours and relax, seeing as he wasn't sure what else to do at the moment... maybe something would come to him later.
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 20:16
"Put on gloves, a long shirt, all that jazz." Denise said, not entirely in tune with the perception of the situation.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 20:29
"Well, I have some gloves back there." he said, pointing in the back of the hummer. "And a long coat, too. So, that fixes everything."
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 20:34
"Exactly." She replied cheerfully.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 21:20
The hummer got closer and closer to the silver lighthouse. “Any of building that is made of silver? Or maybe gold?” asked Remy.
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 21:34
"Uh, excuse me?" Denise asked back, confused.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 21:38
“Does Jenrak have any building that made of silver or gold?” asked Remy again. But he changed the word around.
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 21:42
"Uh, let me think." Densie said honestly, her mind at work. "Karbulazk Citadel is made of pure gold, and it stands out in the middle of the desert like a shiny, expensive sore thumb." Denise continued, "Also, the Sadicistra Castle of Egos is made of Gold and Silver, but some of it has some marble."

Chuckling, Denise wondered. "Why, you want to see it?"
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 21:45
“Nope, I just want to know if there was any of other buildings like the lighthouse.” said Remy. In the back of his head, his theft was in full drive. Writing up mental plans to steal the whole building. Remy turns on the lighthouse’s driveway.
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 21:48
"There's buildings like these in Jenrak in a dime a dozen. We grew up from Ascherach, you know. And in Ascherach, heh," Denise chuckled slightly, "they built fantastic Wonders to appease barbaric and bloodthirsty gods." She nodded.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 21:51
“Sound cool.” said Remy as he pulled up to the lighthouse. He turned of the engine. “But having a building like this, would give your enemy a huge target to hit.” He got out and walked to the back of the hummer.
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 21:54
"Yeah. And despite the frequent civil wars, the chemical gassings and neighbouring invaders, we still have alot to spare." Denise said, smiling before getting out.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 22:01
Remy smiled and thought about what the Count did. Bomb the hell out of the temple or whatever it was. Opening the back hatch, he pulled out a black long coat. On the back was white tiger. There was white gloves in the coat pockets. He put the coat and gloves on. “Well, I’m right.” he said.
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 22:04
"Let's go." Denise said, hooking her arms around his.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 22:05
“Okay!” said Remy. He started walking toward the lighthouse.
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 22:08
"It's really dark at this time of the night." Denise said, looking around at the chirping and the eerie atmosphere, the lights nearby only a soft haze that made the cascading shadows seem even more ominous.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 22:13
“Well, good thing that you have a vampire with you.” said Remy. In a dark setting like this, he could see everything.
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 22:14
"I'm not scared, I'm just stating facts." Denise said defensively.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 22:18
“I didn’t say you were scared.” said Remy. “I’m just stating facts.”
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 22:22
"Heh, nice." Denise said, opening the door, which creaked eerily, a loud clanging as it hewned open.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 22:27
“Who runs this place?” asked Remy as she opened the door. “Some old man that lives by himself.”
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 22:28
"The government." Denise said. "The city manages it on the weekdays."
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 22:30
“Oh…” said Remy. “So, nobody would in the there.”
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 22:33
"Nope." Denise said, unlocking another door with her key, showing a large flight of stairs.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 22:35
“Good.” said Remy. He looked at the stairs. He started walking up them.
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 22:36
"Remy, what are you thinking right now?" She asked, a slightly tinge of boredom in her voice.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 22:38
“Not to fall down these stair and have my face touch any part of the lighthouse.” said Remy in almost a jokily tone.
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 22:40
Denise laughed. "Sorry about bringing you here, Remy. I didn't know."
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 22:42
“Well, I will be fine.” said Remy. “How tall is the lighthouse? Because I’m thinking about jumping off the top. You know the fast way down.”
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 22:44
"Careful. It's not tall, and we're almost at the top." Denise said.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 22:46
“Oh…” said Remy. “I can land on my feet like cat. Strange right?”
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 22:48
"Obviously." She spoke loudly.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 22:59
“Well, I looks like we made it to the top.” said Remy as he climb the last steps. He climb into the room that housed the light.
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 23:02
"Yeah. Pretty, don't you think?" Denise said, letting go, leaning on the ledge, looking out at the blackness of the waves crashing against the spear-like rocks below.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 23:12
“It is that.” said Remy, looked over the edge. The wind blew through his hair. “I would not want to fall from here. It looks like you would be speared by those rocks.”
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 23:21
"I wish not to have suffer that." She said, confusing herself.
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 23:26
“Maybe that what will can do with Gel.” joked Remy. “It sounds like good idea.” As he talked, he slowly pulled out a gold ring with good sized blue diamond on it out of his pants pocket. With his left hand, he took Denise’s left hand. He dropped down to one knee and looked up at her.

“Will you marry me, milady?” he asked with a smile.
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 23:31
"Oh..." Denise said, her face sombre and serious, but only barely visible through the darkness. "...Remy..." She had only known him for so short a time, yet she felt that fate itself had brought them together, that everything was the work of great gods and goddesses of love and tranquility. Who was she to deny their command?

"...Of course I will." She replied. Donning her usual playful attitude, she tapped him on the head slightly. "Don't be so stupid. You knew the answer."
The Transylvania
14-03-2006, 23:35
Remy smiled as he put the ring on her finger. “I knew the answer but I still had to ask it.” he said. He stood back up and kissed her. “You want to get out of here?”
Jenrak
14-03-2006, 23:36
"Why?" She said, shaking her head. "I came here, I'm staying here."
DMG
15-03-2006, 00:32
"Hey!" Ali called through the house, "Where has everybody gone...?"
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 01:37
"Why?" She said, shaking her head. "I came here, I'm staying here."

“Oh…” said Remy. “Well, what can we do here?”
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 01:44
"Talk. Where do you have the wedding in mind?" Denise asked Remy.

Hearing Ali's tuturous yells, Ashili flicked him in the back of his skull. "What do you want?" She asked.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 01:48
“What every to want it to have.” said Remy. “Plus, what ever you want the date to be. It will be that on that date.”

“All I wants is to know you are happy.” added Remy.
DMG
15-03-2006, 01:49
"Ooh!" Ali said, rubbing his head where she had flicked him. "Sorry... I didn't realize you were behind me," he said sincerely.

"I don't know... I was just a little bored lounging around..."
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 01:53
Denise squinted in wonder. "What are you talking about?" She asked.

Ashili shrugged. "If you want to do something, I'd be much obliged."
DMG
15-03-2006, 01:57
"That'd be great," Ali said. "It's funny; usually I am trying to find some free time to just relax and escape my responsibilities, but now that I have unlimited free time, I need something to do," he said, chuckling at his remark.

"So... what should we do?"
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 02:05
Denise squinted in wonder. "What are you talking about?" She asked.

"Whatever you want for our wedding, it will be that way." said Remy. "All I want is that you are happy."
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 02:07
"Cute. You really don't know what to do, do you?" Denise asked Remy.

Ashili had a strong look of thought on her face, her red hair bumbling gracefully down upon her shoulders. "Well, we could go to a theme park, unless you want to hang around here and play on the arcade."
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 02:11
“It is my nature.” said Remy. He wrapped his arms around. “So, tell me what you want.”
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 02:12
"I...uh..." Denise said, trailing off, "...want you to think for yourself. Surprise me."
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 02:15
“This is going to be your perfect wedding.” said Remy. “So, that is why I asked you.”
DMG
15-03-2006, 02:18
Ashili had a strong look of thought on her face, her red hair bumbling gracefully down upon her shoulders. "Well, we could go to a theme park, unless you want to hang around here and play on the arcade."

Theme park... The words reminded him of the time he spent with Denise down at the beach (when they had originally headed for the pier). He was lost in thought and memory as Ashili continued.

"Huh?" he said as he came out of his pseudo-trance. "Sorry, I missed what you said."
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 02:19
"Heh, let me tell you something." She said, taking his arm off her. "Alot of girls dream of their wedding days when they were young. I never did. I never knew nor cared on what my wedding day would be. So there is no perfect wedding for me."
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 02:26
“So, we are in square one then.” said Remy. He had no idea how to plan a weddings, so he knew nothing to get. “How about we get some help from Ashili? She did help with Aunt Selene’s weddings. Or wedding planner? We would have to find a good one.”

Somebody else walked up behind Ali and popped him in the back of head. “You like guns?” asked Edward.
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 02:29
"Do you like video games? Or do you want to go to an amusement park?" Ashili asked again, trying to be more clearly.

Denise sighed heavily. "I don't trust Ashili going on in my life. But I know someone who could plan for it!" She said, excited, before a serious face appeared again. "Oh, since I'm engaged now, I have to be honest on something. I'm already married, so I have to get a divorce now."
DMG
15-03-2006, 02:34
"Not my favorite things, though I don't mind them," Ali responded to Edward as he appeared behind him.

Turning back to Ashili he said, "Oh... I guess video games is fine." He didn't really feel like going to an amusement park, at least not without the same beautiful angel he saw emerge on the beech.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 02:39
Denise sighed heavily. "I don't trust Ashili going on in my life. But I know someone who could plan for it!" She said, excited, before a serious face appeared again. "Oh, since I'm engaged now, I have to be honest on something. I'm already married, so I have to get a divorce now."

"What?" asked Remy as his jaw drop. "You're married all ready."

"Well, I going to play with my guns then." said Edward, he began walking toward the stairs. "Ashili, play nice with the young prince. Make sure he does not get hurt."
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 02:44
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'll get a divorce really quick. His house isn't hard to find, at least I don't think..." She began to ponder.

"Okay, let's go." Ashili said, walking over to a large wooden door, prying it open, showing a large set of stairs. "After you." She said coarsely, but still emphasising it strongly.
DMG
15-03-2006, 02:47
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'll get a divorce really quick. His house isn't hard to find, at least I don't think..." She began to ponder.

"Okay, let's go." Ashili said, walking over to a large wooden door, prying it open, showing a large set of stairs. "After you." She said coarsely, but still emphasising it strongly.

"No, after you," he said smiling and holding out his arm to indicate for her to go first.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 02:51
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'll get a divorce really quick. His house isn't hard to find, at least I don't think..." She began to ponder.

“Okay.” said Remy. “Who is this guy, if you don‘t care for me to?”
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 02:54
"I don't know." Denise said cluelessly. "I'm not sure if he knows he's married to me."

Ashili only shrugged, walking past him and going down the stairs, turning on the lights, as the flickering pathway was lit and the beautiful Matriarch walked down rather quickly, but still gracefully, her red hair long and slender, her eyes shining in the dancing rays.

"I'm not good at Video games. This arcade was Nahk's arcade. Now that Nahk is less than ashes, I guess it's safe to enter in his domain."
DMG
15-03-2006, 03:11
"Trust me... I am not that good either," he commented.

"You guess?"
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 03:13
"He has a tendency to lay his rooms with traps." Ashili said calmly.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 03:16
"I don't know." Denise said cluelessly. "I'm not sure if he knows he's married to me."

“Okay, you have loss me.” said Remy. “What kind of marriage are you in?”
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 03:19
Denise chuckled. "Okay, I got drunk in college, and when I woke up, my friend duct taped a marriage certificate on my forehead with my name on it. I didn't know who my husband was, because I ripped it up and I burned it. But Arcarum brought it up when he was doing a background check. He wanted to meet my husband and I freaked, and I don't even know who my husband is."
DMG
15-03-2006, 03:31
"He has a tendency to lay his rooms with traps." Ashili said calmly.

"How... pleasant," Ali said, being careful to look out for any potential traps.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 03:33
“Oh…” said Remy. “Can you get background check on this guy? I want to see his face, when he finds out he was married to beautiful lady.”
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 03:35
"Uhm, I am going to do that anyways, since I need him to sign a divorce paper." Denise replied, walking down the stairs. "Thanks for the compliment, though."

"Yep." Ashili said, without really knowing what Ali said.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 03:41
“Your welcome.” said Remy. “Meet you at the bottom.” With that he jumped out the ledge, one that had not rock spears under it. He flips a couple of times before landing on his feet next to the door. He waited for his lovely fiancé to get to the ground level.
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 03:49
Denise was not one to be impressed by fancy moves nor intricate appearances and exits. Taking her time, she walked down the stairs gracefully and slowly.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 03:51
Remy was never trying to impress Denise. He just want to get out of the lighthouse as fast as he could. If that means he has to wait, he will wait.
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 03:53
Finally reaching the bottom, she closed and locked the door behind her, walking towards Remy's Hummer.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 03:54
Remy was at the back, taking off the coat and gloves. He shut the back hatch and walked around to her side. “What to go somewhere?” he asked. “Or do I drop you off at the manor?”
DMG
15-03-2006, 04:25
"Yep." Ashili said, without really knowing what Ali said.

"Find any?" he asked curiously and nervously; partially hoping she had and partially hoping she hadn't.
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 20:16
"Just drop me off. I've had enough surprises for one day." She said honestly.

"None so far." Ashili trailed off, still walking down.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 20:20
“Okay.” said Remy, opening her door for her. “I had enough surprises for a lifetime.” He heads around to his side and hops in. By that time, Denise would be in the vehicle. So, he starts it up and backs out.
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 20:23
"You do know that I'm not aristocracy, right? There's no position of power or any kind of dowry gained in this." Denise duly noted.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 20:25
“That does not matter to me.” said Remy. “The only thing that want to gain is the hand of beautiful woman. One that I truly love.”
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 20:26
"Okay, you're creepy, hopeless romantic." Denise said honestly.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 20:30
Remy just smiled. “Yes, that is me.” he said. “But I fill sorry for Ali, he came all the way here to get your hand of marriage. I think he wants to have an heir, too.”

“From what I heard, you don’t want to have children the normal way.” he adds.
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 20:33
"I do feel sorry for him, but I find I could get along with you much better. He is certainly a nice man, very charming, but he tries to impress too much. He needs more confidence, and he will make a woman very happy someday." Denise agreed. Hearing Remy's particulate on her adopted child, Denise was skeptical. "How did you know? Who told you?"
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 20:36
Remy looked over at her, a quizzed look on his face.. “Are you saying that you have an adopted child? All I said was that you would adopted a children then do it the normal way.” he said. Remy knew how to get away with things.
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 20:41
"I'm not much on kids. I plan on living forever." She said sarcastically. "But you should meet my son's name. I call him Ethan."
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 20:43
“That would be good.” said Remy. He continued driving, it would take a little time to get to Denise’s manor. “How old is the boy?”
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 20:44
"I don't know." Denise shrugged. "I don't know how he was when I got him in Delisk."
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 20:46
“Aren’t you a good mother?” said Remy in jokily tone. “We figure it out together then.”
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 20:48
"Who cares?" Denise snapped back. "He's my son, I like him."
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 20:50
“O…K…” said Remy. He looked at the road. Far ahead in the road, watching for danger or animals crossing the road.
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 20:52
"Oh, you need to meet my uncle, too." Denise said.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 20:55
“Yes, I do need to met him.” said Remy. “Got to talk to him about setting up a Blues club in Jenrak.”
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 20:56
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Denise asked Remy, suspicious once more.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 20:57
“You told me at the dance club that I need to talk to him.” said Remy. “So, I could set up a Blues club in Jenrak.”
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 20:59
"Oh, yeah, forgot about that." Denise replied, a tone of suspicion still in her mind. They were nearly at Denise's manor.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 21:02
“We almost to your manor.” said Remy. “Is your son there?”
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 21:05
"Yeah." Denise nodded. "He was living at Serrin's house for a while, before she died. Now Alledrias is dead, and Authaulus is taking things over. At least the Temsplace are doing something right."
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 21:07
“Oh…” said Remy as he pulled on the driveway. “Alledrias is not dead. I have faith that Edward can find her.”
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 21:18
"I surely hope so. But if this guy can harrass Ascherach, then I'm not sure anybody has the power to find this guy. Well, Saerus." Denise added.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 21:24
“Well, he is on our side again.” said Remy. “Maybe.” He stopped the hummer near the front stairs. He got out and open her door before she could do herself.
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 21:28
"Thanks." She said, getting out, sighing again.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 21:30
“Your welcome.” said Remy as he shuts her door.
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 21:32
"So, let's go see my son, then." Denise confided.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 21:40
“Sure.” said Remy, waiting for her to head towards the front door.
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 21:45
"He's got a friend right now, but I guess I can have you meet them both."
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 21:47
“Okay.” said Remy walking next to her. In the back of his mind, he hope Denise's uncle got to the boy before he meets him.
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 21:51
"Just to tell you, he is a little foul-mouthed to strangers sometimes." Denise explained.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 21:54
“Oh…” said Remy. “Sounds fun.”
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 21:59
Opening the door, Denise allowed Remy in.
The Transylvania
15-03-2006, 22:01
Remy walked inside the house then holds it open for Denise to enter.
Jenrak
15-03-2006, 22:10
"I'm already in, but okay..." Denise trailed off, closing hte door, before throwing the keys to the door onto the nearby dresser. Walking up the stairs, to the end of the hallway at a red door, Denise knocked strongly as two boys cackled loudly behind the wooden barrier. Opening it slowly, she found them both playing video games, both of them fairly average sized, short haired boys, just starting their teens, one of them heavily ridden with pimples, but most hidden by large sideburns.

"Shave your hair, Jake." She said coarsely, before closing the door.

Ethan, shurgged slightly.

"Dude, your mom's hot." Jake said, laughing as Ethan punched him hard in the arm. "Fuck man, what the hell is that for?"
DMG
16-03-2006, 00:36
"None so far." Ashili trailed off, still walking down.

OOC: Lol, just get to it already. :D
The Transylvania
16-03-2006, 01:47
“Ah…” said Remy. He followed her up the stairs. He followed her to a red door. But before he could say anything, she shuts the door. “What was that for? I thought you want me to meet your son?”
Jenrak
20-03-2006, 01:06
"He's got a friend, and I'm just wondering if you want to meet them both." Denise suggested.

Finally reaching the bottom of the chasm-like chamber, a massive sleuth of many myriad arcades and twisted coasters of winding rides and large structures sitting beside adjacent glittering television screens, adorned to a brilliant tip with enormous speakers.

"Nahk's personal runaway from the real world." Ashili exclaimed.
The Transylvania
20-03-2006, 01:51
“It would be the best to meet him without his friend.” said Remy. “I don’t want to meet his friend until later.”
Jenrak
20-03-2006, 03:48
"Okay." Denise said, holding his hand. "So..." a coy smile on her face, "...what do you want to do?"
The Transylvania
20-03-2006, 03:51
He took her hands and held them. “What do you want to do?” he asked. “This is your home.”
Jenrak
20-03-2006, 03:54
"Well..." Denise said suggestingly. "We have about an hour. Let's..." she paused softly, looking at the ground, before returning her glance. "...go see my bedroom."
The Transylvania
20-03-2006, 03:56
“Bedroom.” he said. He had smile on his face anybody would love. “Okay. Lead the way.”
Jenrak
20-03-2006, 03:58
Her two hands holding his left hand, leading him along, Denise talked in an extremely seductive voice. "The fabric's made of silk. You'll love how soft they are."
The Transylvania
20-03-2006, 04:01
“I bet I will.” said Remy, in seductive voice. “I love silk as much as love you.”
Jenrak
20-03-2006, 04:05
"Oh, we'll see how long your love can go on for. Can you go for an hour?" She asked, opening her door to her bedroom, a large room with a silk bed enlaid with gold, silk sheets and a blue blanket covering it perfectly, as she drew Remy into the room. "So, we've got an hour. Let's see how long it takes for you to cave..."