The landing zones for starships across the galaxy. Where ship and crews go to rest, relax and repair.
On every inhabitable planet with a fully populated city, across the entire galaxy.
Avalon Space Port. One of the galaxies busiest ports with over 1000 ships arriving at any given day. Massive space liners and the vast Imperial bulk crusiers were known to be either built or have their main base there. One such ship that was docked on Raft 783 – 4 was the Asarai Class 4 battle cruiser “Orega IV”. A ship of such magnitude that it was said to be crewed by no less than five hundred personnel. Its Commander, was none other than Siridus Ja’Crysatal, a decorated fleet Admiral with over eighteen years service on board the Imperial ships. Having been granted the rights to take the helm of the latest Asarai to be constructed on Avalon, he and his crew were having some much needed down time, before heading off on their next mission.
Strolling along the observation viewing deck that ran along side the Orega IV, Siridus had his hands behind his back -tapping them silently as he observed the sleek lines of his newest ship. His second in command, Lietuenant Lordes Reece walked along beside his Commander, and noted the Admiral’s interest in the ship.
“They say they got this one completed in just over a year, Sir.”
It was hard to believe, but with the amount of technicians and machines that the Imperium employed it was little wonder. Siridus came to a stop and turned to place his hands on the guard rail, his sea blue eyes taking in much of the ship’s sleek design.
“It’s amazing what mankind is capable of, Lordes. Such wonders that I marvel at the craftsmanship and dedication of the Masters.”
“Indeed.” Lordes added, his chest swelling with pride since it was going to be their job to take it on it’s maiden voyage. He glanced at his Commander and then asked. “Shall we go to the Rogue’s bar for a drink, before the ceremony, Sir?” It was customary to always have the main deck crew gather for a celebration drink before launch. Siridus offered a half smile, knowing this was the done thing. “Give me another hour, and I shall meet you there.” Lordes stepped back and saluted his Commander, before hot footing it to his temporary quarters to alert the other officers.
Left on his own, to take in his ship one last time, he thought to himself. “The stars shall pale in significance to you when launch comes tommorow. Till then…” He released his hands from the rails, and headed down to the nearest lift that would take him to the transport docks, and from there to Rogues’ bar.
The Crusader had been docked there for over a month for repairs and refits since the last engagement with a band space pirates had heavily damaged the Quesar class 5 heavy strike cruiser. The captain of this vessel was none other then Cadeus Centiro or better known as the prowler among the imperial fleet admirals. Cadeus was sitting in the command throne of the vessel going over the reports before an officer walked up to him and spoke calmly. “Milord The refits and repairs are done…” Cadeus would smile slightly before looking up from his reports and speaking with a gravelly voice. “Good send a message to all crew dirt side to have them report back immediately. We leave in four hours.” The officer would nod before scuttling away to dispense the crew recall message to the crew of six hundred and fifty. Slowly with the sound of whirring gears the captain would stand to his full eight foot two inch tall stature before barking out to the servitors. “Prepare to disconnect from the raft when I give the word..” The servitor’s did not answer but silently complied with the order as they where lobotomized criminals sentenced to serve upon the vessels of the Imperium. Cadeus Centiro would then look around with steely grey eyes before walking off the bridge of the vessel and heading to his quarters. As he walked from the bridge his footfalls made dull thumps thanks to his ceramite battle plate that was standard issue for his kind. What was Cadeus Centiro? he was once a normal human being but now he was a genetically enhanced and altered human or better known among the populace of the Imperium an angel of death. He had served the Imperium faithfully for over 300 years to date seeing much combat and space warfare.
~four hours later~
With the crew aboard The Crusader would disengage from the raft before powering away slowly with her plasma drives burning bright. It wasn’t long before the monolithic ship reached it’s departure point and its warp drives powered up. Once the warp drive’s began to power up the gellar field crackled into existence and wreathed the ship in a protective bubble so that the warp travel would not damage the ship. Then in a blink of an eye The crusader jetted forward and was gone into the warp as it travelled to its next destination where ever it may be.
One of the last rites of any Imperial crew was to go and have a drink at Rogue’s bar if they were docked at Avalon. A popular drinking hole for all walks of space traveller or officer, it was a true mix of what the galaxy had to offer. From bounty hunters and traders, officers and some of Avalon’s cyber bots; it was where you went to gamble, drink….or just plain forget. The docks shuttle bus cruised on up to the main entrance stairwell, that was illuminated with a purplish fluro lighting. Holographic scenes from the major Junko corporation flashed wild insignias and asian girls in all too tight uniforms plugged the latest fad drink or new music video. Everything on Avalon had a price tag. Only thing was, could you afford it.
Siridus stepped off the hovering shuttle and onto the crowded sidewalk. Patrons to Rogue’s were spilling out onto the upper floor balconys. No doubt he would find his flight crew here. Pulling smartly on the edges of his jacket, he strode up the stairs, passed the watchful eyes of the Geisha good girls. Dressed in doll like dresses and with painted faces and over done make up. So extreme. Couldn’t girls just look their age? That is what Siridus always wondered. Half of them were probably underage. Seeing a man in such a high ranking uniform, many stepped back to allow him passage into the main doors of the bar.
“Commander!” From within the crowd, a single arm was upstretched and waving at Siridus to try and gain his attention. It was none other than his navigation officer Preta Dominqure’. She was dressed in her full military suit, complete with bars on her sleeves. Her platinum blonde hair cropped into a fashionable, yet neat style, that came down just to rest on her shoulders. “Thought you weren’t going to make it, Sir.” Pushing past a few lower officers, she came up alongside the Commander as he took a seat at the bar. She checked her wrist comm for the time and then smiled. “Checking on your new favourite lady?” That was how they regarded the ships, as it was something of an inside joke with how the Commander had gone over every stage of her construction. Siridus lifted a finger to the bar keep, who was quick to pour him a scotch and dry, setting it down on a small metal disk in front of him. The Commander took up the glass and tipped it slightly; the ice cubes clinking against the side of the glass in a swirl of the amber coloured fluid. “Aye…and she is in perfect shape, Preta.” The Commander was on a first name basis with his navigation officer, since they had done four tours before on their older ship; the Nakora V. That ship had been decommissioned, and was doing bulk haulage to the outer system. Nothing in the Imperials control was ever wasted.
Preta smiled to see the Commander in such good spirits. She knew what this new command meant to him. Glancing around at the other patrons, she could see that their crew was having the time of their lives. Dancing and hitting on the Geisha girls. ~You’re only young once.~ She thought to herself, taking a sip of her lime coloured cocktail. It was no secret that she had an eye for the Commander, but he seemed to be always distracted. Once he got on the helm of his latest ship, he was strictly business. That was how he liked it. All for the Imperium.
“Estimated arrival to dock at Avalon is in fifteen minutes, Lieutenant.” The navigational officer reported, as the Imperial shuttle was now entering the planet’s atmosphere. Watching from her command chair, the Lieutenant surveyed the holographic images that appeared on screens to the right of her chair. It had been a long journey from the Iscara system and with the Ambassador wanting updates every hour, the Lieutenant was more than relieved to be at the end of the flight. Rising from her chair she instructed the crew. “Ensure the shuttle bay are ready to receive. After the Ambassador and her cargo are delivered safe and sound, you are all entitled to four days of RnR.” This announcement brought about a cheer from the crew, who were all looking forward to the spoils and delights that Avalon had to offer. The Lieutenant gave a half smile, before heading to the Ambassador’s quarters. As she passed through the sensored doors, they parted with a light hush as the pressure changed, and allowed Lieutenant Nyra to head down the corridor. This was her tenth trip to Avalon, which usually were diplomatic runs. This one however was different. Little did her crew know the importance behind this mission. Wearing the regal mauve suit that defined her rank, she cut a svelte figure; her hair was cropped short to the nape of her neck. Ebony tresses always brushed to perfection, that gave off a strange hue as she passed underneath the artificial lighting of the ship.
Approaching the Ambassador’s door, Nyra came up to the assigned guards that were stationed just outside. The Ambassador was guarded around the clock, for reasons that would become clear. Stepping before the pair, the Lieutenant snapped her heels together and stood arms at her sides. “I have come to inform the Ambassador that we are about…” Just as she was making her presence known, a voice was heard from inside. “No need for the formalities, Nyra. Come in.” The two guards stood aside as the doors opened. The Lieutenant pulled smartly upon her jacket and made her way into the Ambassador’s quarters. Once the door closed behind her, the Lieutenant grinned.
Standing at the viewing port dressed in what was a black tight fitting suit baring the crest of her family on her collar was the Ambassador. She had her hands behind her with her fingers interlocked while she observed the beauty of Avalon as they continued their descent.
“It is even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined, Nyra.”
“Indeed it is, your Highness.”
Smirking as the Ambassador heard Nyra use a royal term, the diminutive woman turned slightly. Her teal coloured hair falling like a veil from her shoulders as she encountered her dearest friend. “I thought we agreed that you would not use that phrase, Nyra. People could get suspicious.” A chime of laughter was heard as Nyra glanced downward, but still kept a smile upon her face. The Lieutenant couldn’t help herself now that they were speaking so casually. “Forgive me, but is it not my duty to show respect or risk being sent to the mining stations of Quara?” Again the Imperial Princess laughed. “Somehow I can’t imagine you mining for Zorox, Nyra.” The Lieutenant raised her head and now watched as Aranel approached her dear friend. With a delicate hand she reached out to touch the Lietenant’s cheek. Her jade coloured irises locking on those of the Lieutenant. “I shall never forget what you have done for me. I am sure when they realize I am gone, that there will be some sort of inquiry, however a girl’s got to do, what a girl’s got to do.” Aranel lowered her hand as the Lieutenant blushed slightly. Nyra couldn’t help but voice her concern. “And your Father?” At the mention of her Father, Aranel shrugged her shoulders. “He has more to worry about than me, I assure you. I heard his latest concubine had run off with some..” Aranel twirled her right hand in a non chalant fashion, before continuing. “..dark Lord of Trata….or something.” The Lieutenant rolled her eyes and then sighed. Her wrist comm chimed, and Nyra ran her finger over the device. “Docking in two minutes, Lieutenant.” It was the bridge. “Right, I’ll be there.” She signed off, and turned her attentions back to Aranel. “I have assigned a crew to help you get your possessions on board the Orega IV once we have landed safely.” At this, the Lieutenant took her leave and returned to the front of the ship, leaving Aranel to her thoughts. Her dreams of being part of the crew of the Orega were about to come true. Question was, were the crew ready for Aranel?
The Mansion was no fit place for the likes of a Giant. A feared warrior who had felled many a man on the battlefields in the wilds of Scotland. Least, that was what one would think as they saw the sad excuse of a man with shoulders hunched over returning to his part of the Mansion. The Gardens. Oh, it was green and peaceful. Wild animals that were caught up in the dreaded force field were to share the lands with the ginger haired giant.
“I don’t belong here.” Douglas lamented as he trudged along. A branch got caught in his path and whipped around him so fast that it sent a family of squirrels flying faces first into the dirt. All you could see was their wee tails all..fuzzy and standing up amongst the green of the grass and moss.
Taking off his favored pig skin bladder, he brought it up to his lips and tried to squeeze what little drops of scotch remained, but sadly it was as dry as the desert. Douglas tossed the wine bladder to the ground and then found himself a fallen log on which to sit. Few things brought him any comfort in this hellish place. Scotch, and a good yarn. Now after being tricked by the waif like girl in the cellar, and robbed of what few coin he had to buy more, the Giant was feeling a touch sorry for himself.
Oh, he had tried to break through the invisible barrier on the edge of the forest and each time the Giant was thrown back only to land in a heap. It was frustrating to say the least.
“If only I could remember…oh aye….if only.” He like many were lost. Lost to their past…and with not much of a future to look forward too. Looking down at his hand, he rubbed the gold ring he wore on his left hand. Was it significant? Did it mean something in a past life? It was just another mystery. The only thing he knew…was that he was good with an axe. A weapon in the right hands, but to a Groundsman, it was just another tool in the shed.
Douglas placed his hands on his knees and leaned forward letting out a sigh. He wanted to fight…he wanted to do something that would change the lives of people in the Mansion. He longed…for home.
“Come back here, you little..!” Quinn called out, running after Mason. While at first she’d been loud, eventually she’d faded to complete silence.. even though she was gaining speed. Something about this. Something about this chase triggered something. She couldn’t quite place what, instead deciding that she would get Mason later as she spotted her giant friend looking rather down. “Duggie!” She screamed, just a few feet from the giant as she had flown silently at full speed.. that had been his only warning.
Barreling into him at unhuman-x miles per hour, the two were knocked down onto the ground and rolled with large thumps. “Hey, look alive, would you?” A grin as they stopped their roll, the 7-foot tall woman straddling him as though this was something they did everyday.. which, really, they did. A grin accompanied this, though she watched Mason as he slowly returned to them. “You know, Doug, that thing that happens every once in awhile?”
By this, she referred to the feelings of her memories returning, often giving her great headaches and terrible pain. Him being her longtime friend, he knew almost everything about her as she did about him. “I think it’s happening.” Though the whole time he she held a grin plastered on her face as pain began to spread behind her eyes and to her ears.. A couple of minutes or so and she might be on the ground, out for the count. Which, had happened before.
Though others may have been enjoying the quiet surrounds of the gardens, Douglas was like a big lump on a log. Well, he was in all truth. Shoulders sagging and muttering to himself with his heavy accent. Few would understand what it was like to be such a large brutish looking creature surrounded by…short attractive types. Douglas had the kind of face that only a mother could love.
Douglas would have continued to sit and mope upon that log, but turns out that he was the target for his one and only friend, who was rocketing towards him at such speed, that the impact was going to be spectacular.
“What the….?” Famous last words as he was hit with such force by Quinn that it literally knocked the wind right out of him. Over and over they rolled, collecting all manner of leaf litter, twigs and the odd furry creature till finally coming to a stop with Quinn straddling the Giant…as she did.
“Hey, look alive, would you?” Quinn had already picked that Douglas was on a downer. The Giant lay there as he pulled a disgruntled looking rabbit out from under his kilt, tossing it over his shoulder. The Giant then tried to show something that resembled a smile, but with the lack of a few teeth it looked a bit odd.
“If this is living, lassy…I rather be dead.” The Giant said off the cuff, before showing interest in Quinn’s query about that thing…that happens once in a while.
“Ya shagged a vampire? No…no, I jest. What ‘appened, lass?” Douglas now showing a more genuine expression. He knew about the headaches that came when she got flashes of memory, something that Douglas didn’t get.
“I think it’s happening.”
This usually meant one of two things. She was going to scream from the blinding headache…or pass out cold. Either way, Douglas needed to be ready.
“Oh…aye. Right. “ he found it odd however that she always grinned as the pain accelerated. Kinda like she enjoyed it. Either way, Douglas prepared himself for what was coming.
“5…..4…3…2…1.”
Douglas closed one eye, squinting it tight and held his breath watching her.
Mason ran through the forest dodging branches and jumping over hedges as he ran through the forest. Being a little nosy he plugged his headphones in as he wondered what her taste in music might be. Carrying his luggage it was quite tiring as he still didn’t have a shirt on at the time. Feeling the night breeze he continued running as he saw two figures in the distance. Jogging towards them it appeared to be Quinn and someone he never saw before. Jogging up to them he introduced himself with a friendly smile. “Hey, I’m Mason.” Not one to jump to conclusions as he saw the precarious position, he blew past the obvious and continued to listen to what was going on. “What exactly did she mean by that?” Mason thought as he watched the series of events play out. A grin was on her face but it didn’t seem genuine, almost as if it was stuck in place. “Are you alright?” Mason asked just going out on a hunch. Something just didn’t feel right…
The first time this had happened, she’d screamed and held her head, crying in hysterics that she couldn’t see and was blinded. Douglas had been around for that very first one. Needless to say they’d been friends for quite a long time. Though usually the doctor couldn’t do much, only Ophelia could truly help her by taking away the overflow, but the medical wing provided a place to stay and kept the headaches at bay.
Gritting her teeth and locking her jaw, Quinn dug her nails into Douglas for a moment, before looking up at Mason, “I really do apologize.” And suddenly there was searing pain, a hand moving up into her hair and then to her temple, her breathing quick…
And then there was a burst of light. She was running, her paws thudding heavily under her as she watched the woman – well, demon in a human form run away. She knew that it wouldn’t escape her, it was pitiful to try.. and thus she snarled, throwing back her head and howling. The soul was red, it was time.. and with a single leap of all fours she closed the distance with ease, clamping down to the very soul of the demon as she screamed…
Quinn had fallen forwards to the side, almost cuddling into Douglas when she’d fallen to the ground as he’d moved to catch her. Her eyes moved rapidly under their lids, her jaw locked as she breathed a bit quickly while the memory came to her.. When it ceased her eyes stopped moving and she became still, her breathing slowing as she fell into a physical state of sleep.
Given the warning by Quinn made things a little easier for the Giant who had been privy to Quinn’s “happenings” before. This time however they had company. Mason showed up just as things were about to go out of control and the Giant called out to him.
“Block ya ears..laddie.”
Sure enough, Quinn let out a blood curdling scream while Douglas winced in pain from the clawing that the girl inflicted on him as the pain in her head intensified. The girl fell slightly forward as she came down from the affects of the release of memory and Douglas was quick to catch her. Propping himself up, he changed his hold on her so that he would be cradling Quinn as he pushed himself up to standing.
With a good grip, the Giant said. “This is a doozy. Right, off to the medical bay. Only place where she can come out of this safely.”
Douglas wasn’t sure if Mason knew where that was, or even if he had been given a tour of the grounds. He knew Quinn though. Douglas’s kilt swayed back and forth as he lumbered off towards the Mansion. The giant’s concern for Quinn was greater than his own woes, or even that of his search for the coin thief. That could all wait. Glancing over his shoulder at Mason, he quirked a brow.
“You always carry your luggage with ya, Mason?” The Giant asked, wondering just how new this creature was. He had picked up on the name of the fellow when he arrived on the scene. For once the Giant was being polite.
Mason wasn’t sure exactly what was going on as she was in terrible pain. Analyzing the situation Mason couldn’t even come up with an idea on what to do. Hearing the quick advice given to him by the giant he quickly covered his ears. Even through the cusps of his hands he could still hear her wail as she seemed to be in desperate pain and he was helpless in the situation. It slightly infuriated him even though they just met she was still someone that needed help. Listening to the giant he nodded gathering his composure as he tagged along to see exactly was going on. Seeing the giant noticed his work clothes he changed out of in his bag. Flashing a smile as he let out a small chuckle he said “Well no, I went to the gym straight after work. Just a change of clothes.” Looking at the coma induced Quinn he looked back up at the giant with a condescending smirk on his face seeing as it seemed Quinn should get to the medical bay as fast as possible”Just how fast can you run Mr.Giant?”
“The name’s Duggie, not Mister Giant!” The Giant roared as he picked up his pace in his race to get Quinn to the medical bay. As his sandal covered feet thundered across the grassy plain, he added with a few huffs and puffs. “Faster than a frog can fart in the dark. Now, get a move on”
None of that probably made any sense to Mason, but the Giant was on a mission. His green and navy kilt was rising and falling as he lept over fallen logs and bounded over rock ornaments. It was quite a sight to see a Giant run, depending on if you were looking up or at a height you couldn’t see under his kilt. Hard to believe a ginger haired giant had hair down there.
Quinn’s body bounced in the Giant’s arms, though he had a pretty good hold of her – she would still appear to be like a rag doll. Her lanky legs flailing about. The Giant had seen her go through this before and it was never pretty. He hoped that the Doctor was in this time, in case her visions would bring about some sort of terrible reaction. It was the Giant’s greatest fear.
He crashed through the doors on the ground floor and sped down the hall, before pounding up the spiral staircase to the floor where the medical bay was.
The trees fell silent as scores of wild birds flew away in fear. The rumbling of earth could mean only one thing. The Giant was now out in the gardens and heading for the wood. His search for the thief thus far had brought up nothing, except a good meal from the Kitsune in the kitchen. At least for now the Giant’s belly was full, but his mind had only one thought and that was to find the girl who took his gold, and wounded his pride.
Douglas leaned against a tree, which bent slightly due to the Giant’s considerable bulk. He scratched his backside through his kilt and snorted angrily. What kind of woman would even have a drinking game with a Giant and think she could win? There were now a lot of questions as to just how she did it. Was she able to drink without any effect, and if so…why drink in the first place?
Thinking back, the girl that was in the cellar at the time acted rather peculiar. How could she have missed the other girl, who must have hung around for a while after the Giant had passed out from the drink. Were all the women in this mansion plotting against him?
One thing was for certain. No one ever escaped the grounds, which meant that it was merely a matter of time before the Giant would catch up with the girl that stole from him. Pushing himself off the tree, which showered down a bough full of leaves, he continued his search.
I opened it!, her sudden outburst caused the demon to flinch and shoot her an awkward glance while he subtly leaned a little bit away from her. Opened it? Opened what, exactly? A door? A door to her memories, maybe? ”…Do you think it will?” He asked, ”Kill you, I mean… What if it does?” Roman peeked at her hands, watching them change their shapes on their own, without her seeming to notice. Creepy indeed. ”What if…. That’s the punishment for trying to retrieve our memories. Death.” He scoffed a bit, well aware that she was thinking out loud and wasn’t paying attention to much.
He was curious about his memories aswell, of course. So far he has only figured out small pieces of himself and he figured it all out on his own. His powers, what he is.. He’s constantly wondering what a thing like him could be doing in another life. A shapeshifting demon… What a concept. He could not have been a good person…Monster. Whatever.
”[i]Hi.[/b]” He mumbled, when she finally came out of her thoughts and remembered he sat there. ”It’s like we all have permanent amnesia..” Roman looked around himself a bit as he spoke, squinting a bit at seeing a flock of birds flee out of the trees, then a rumble.. Was the giant out here already? Had he tracked her down at last? Impossible…He scoffed, slowly getting to his feet. But before he straightened himself up completely, he bent down a bit, one hand on his knee while the other pointed at her. ”Save those thoughts…You shouldn’t talk too much about it, the caretaker will hear you.”
It wasn’t like he cared too much about getting in trouble. However he did care about staying alive, and the caretaker had a scary rumor about her after all. ”We have company now.. The giant is out here somewhere.”
Amaria blinked at Roman then began to get up herself as he spoke of the giant. “You don’t say?” She replied sarcastically to his mention of their new company. “As if the ground shaking wasn’t enough to let me know.” She glanced up at the sky as the flock of birds fled. “We could have continued sitting. If anything, standing now makes us more suspicious.” A pause. “It’s not as if he’ll recognize me, you know. He hasn’t seen this form. And, if worse comes to worse, I can pretend I don’t even speak English.”
She smirked. “Est-ce que tu parle le francais?” (Do you speak French?) Yes, she’d referred to him in the ‘tu’ form rather than ‘vous,’ choosing to address him as a friend might to another. ‘Vous’ signified politeness and speaking to one that you didn’t quite know… not that she expected him to know that. Amaria couldn’t quite place why she knew French, but she did know that she knew it almost as well as English.
“All I know is,” Amaria randomly picked up their previous topic, “I will get my memories back. I don’t know how, but I will somehow. I need to know who I was.” She turned towards the sound of thundering footsteps then, seeming to quickly drop the discussion. She went to her tree again, climbing up it to a branch above so that she was just a bit above Roman in height as she laid down on the branch.
Ah, so she was making them appear as a couple of people merely hanging out. Nothing suspicious in that, right? “I hope you’ve brushed up on French.” She mumbled, listening as the lumbering footsteps of the giant became louder. Of course, she was grinning slyly, though her facial expression turned into a laugh of delight.
This was a game to her, nothing quite more than that. She remained unworried, her form foreign to the foe upon them.
Oh how she got joy from this. Sanity was not her forte.
It was due to the Giant’s height that he was able to see that the trees did not just contain wildlife or leaves, but a pair conversing. How…bloody odd. What on earth would people be doing lounging around in trees? Lumbering forward to get a better view it saddened him to see that the female one was not the one he sought. This search for the thief had bore no fruit so far and he was starting to grow weary of it. Sad thing was, she robbed him of his gold, she poured out the best scotch he could possibly ever get and all he was left to show for it was a stinking white frilly pirate shirt.
Approaching the tree, the Giant called out;
“You seen a thieving little git….about yay high….and…jingling with coins that she stole from me?’
He didn’t have a right clue to what she actually looked like, so he was going off what he remembered, which really wasn’t very much.
The Giant stood there waiting for an answer, though he doubted that either could tell him anything. Probably been sniffing the leaves and getting high….or something.
He didn’t feel like sitting anymore. His legs grew restless now and then and he’d wander around a bit, kick a few pebbles… It’s easy to say he gets bored fast. ”Dude, we’re the exact opposite of suspicious.” Roman grumbled with a snort, ”you literally have a whole new face on, new body, new everything. Plus he has never seen me before, has he? I’m an excellent actor and a liar, you’re as safe as the bank, love.” Grinning mischievously, he threw her a playful look, but right afterwards it quickly vanished when she began to speak French. He stared blankly for a few seconds, listening to her… Slowly, he sneered, his nose wrinkled as she squinted at her. ”Sorry mate. French isn’t my area. I know German though, for some reason.” Chuckling a bit half-heartedly, he’d eventually sit back down by the tree- after she had climbed up that is. ”Monkey..” He scoffed under his breath, fiddling around with a couple bracelets hanging loosely around his wrist. ”Woman, getting your memories back ain’t going to be easy… But i’m sure you already know that. Maybe i’ll help, ain’t got nothin else to do around here anyway.” Roman muttered, pursing his lips a bit and then sending the woman in the tree a brief thumbs up when she referred back to the French. Of course, he had not brushed up on the language at all. As a demon he should be able to simply pick up the language and automatically know every word.. But he isn’t quite sure how to just to that yet, hopefully he’ll figure it out as soon as possible. The giant reached them eventually, standing up not too far away. Roman eyed him with one eyebrow arched and, for a moment, a sudden sting of temptation struck him. A classic betrayal, it would taste good to his sinful self but…No, he didn’t say anything about Amaria’s little secret and shrugged instead, sending off a slight smirk. ”Sorry mate, you’ll have to be a bit more specific…” He said, gesturing loosely with his hand towards him. ”Any idea how she looks…?”
Amaria stared at Roman as Douglas appeared.. for a moment, perhaps a split-second, she thought he’d betray her. It was on his face, the words just on the tip of the tongue.. as he spoke a silent breath of relief released from her that, frankly, she’d not realized was being held. “You know, hair color, eyes.. something? I’d really love to help you out here, but you’re a bit too vague.” Accents. Now she took on a Dublin Irish one, different from her original old London speak that he’d first heard. Her lips pursed as she stared at Douglas, almost seeming to be looking through him. Quite unnerving, really.
Especially how she hung off of the tree branch, gazing at him as a monkey might, peering through strands of the pitch blackness that was this form’s hair. “Though not sure why you’d be looking for a thief in the forest? That’s kind of impractical, innit?” For now she hoped to freak him out with the thoughts that she may be insane, her eyes continuing to stare at him unblinkingly. She was almost tempted to use her glamour, to make him turn around and stop looking for her.. oh, but this was quite fun… dangerous, but fun. Especially when she could see his reaction at his returned coin purse. Not like she had much to spend money on here, anyway — there was no purpose.
Staring at the girl as though she had something odd between her eyes, the Giant let out a loud grunt and threw up both arms in frustration. He didn’t have the girl’s hair colour or eye colour for that matter. The Giant had very little to go on, and when you add to the fact that he was now searching a part of the grounds that she wouldn’t be seen dead in, he started to doubt himself. What would a thief be doing in the grounds? Pissing on a small hedge? Not bloody likely. No…from memory the girl liked a drink. She liked it a lot. And she was able to hold her own in the drinking game. If there was any place that the girl might end up again, it would be the cellar. But…she would also know that the Giant would be looking for her.
The girl that stared at him from the bough of the tree was also a bit unsettling. The way she continued to stare at him, without blinking. Another freaking loony. Was this whole Mansion filled with mad hatters and sneaky wenches? It appeared to be the case.
Lifting up what was the white frilly shirt, the Giant dropped it from his hand and then stomped on it till it was well covered in mud.
“THAT is what I think of frilly shirts!” he stormed, as he gave a few good jumps on it for good measure.
Duggie realized he had lost his pride, and his gold. The giant had been through enough. He glared at the pair in the tree and then with a raised brow growled.
“What you two lookin’ at?”
Turning on his heel, he stormed off into the distance. He was the grounds keeper after all and had a job to do. Thankfully for Amaria she got away with blue murder….for now.
IceTe3a: His hues were examining Valencia as she casually strolled around in the main hall, his brow arched as she pointed out that Eryda was here in fact she was most likely half way around the work, his lips parted as he came to realize she was stating he was alone. Did she think without Eryda he would be weaker? He chuckled slightly to himself as they both knew the extent of his powers, Valencia saw firsthand how he dispatched her husband with ease the vampire lord.. King of all vampires, yet she stood there proclaiming this? Her mood took a turn for the worse as her face turned hideous, a tendency of vampires when you piss them off enough, ”I grow tired of your insolence. You had your chance to be by my side. Now…you can be a meal for my ladies in waiting. GIRLS…HE’S ALL YOURS!” Valencia finally had given up on him all those years of attempting to turn him into her personal toy and she chose the day he decided to get his weaponry upgraded to turn sour, irony had a weird sense of humor. Watching as she strolled back to her throne taking her seat, as his eyes flicked around the room the forms of female vampires appeared, some through the form of mist others walking out of the shadows while the rest materialized as they came out walking from the many pillars. His eyes scanning the room as he was surrounded by the countless female vampires, all their eyes were on him they were waiting for the day to have their chance at taming the white wolf, oh what a status boost it would be to any one of them to tame him, as few licked their lips while others bared their fangs. There had to be at least two hundred of them, all more beautiful than any other female around; their clothing emphasized their beauty. This would almost be any mundane man’s dream come true if only they weren’t so blood hungry for the forbidden blood.. his blood which has now come into open season. Being a Witcher and not just any Witcher an Albino Witcher his blood constantly replenished itself much like his magic life force so he was a never ending treat to any one of them. He thought to himself just what could he do, his vials could possibly help but not in this situation there were too many, and by now they had packed the room circling in around him as he could hear some of them talking in their sensual ways attempting to handle him with words, if they had their way he would be shared around the room between them in not only feeding but more.. sensual pleasures as well, he wasn’t exactly going to allow them to do that to him, he was no one’s toy let alone fuck toy “Valencia…. His eyes started to glow an immense yellow as they glared past the crowd of females to directly glare at her “ You have declared war on the Witchers.. You will not survive the onslaught that will come in the months to come once this is reported. He knew he had the right to dispatch her and her entire female army that stood in this room, but would rather report back to the Witchers guilds when the annual meeting of the guild leaders happened, so all could know of Valencia actions and where to go from there. A slight smirk appeared across his lips as he placed both palms together, crossing all his finger over each other save his two index fingers which pressed together pointing to the roof. The females taken back from his slight movements as they gave slight space all glanced around at each other as little did they know he was commanding one of his most powerful sigil, one that helped him win the Vampire wars years ago, this sigil.. ‘Pia’ was a holy sigil of light, and could be used and twisted to his own needs. *Flashback* the bloodied grounds laid waste to the countless bodies of the Mundane and Vampires as the two armies went at it with each other, the blood sky was in full affect as storm clouds were partial to this war, thunder and lightning striking around, in the distance the roar of both armies and the high chants of the mundane priests echoed across the lands, he was sent to this war to put an end to it.. so many had died in the past years because of the indifference between the mundane and the vampires, he would force a treaty of peace between the two races or exterminate them those were his orders. Standing there in nothing but his leather jeans and boots, his silver sword on his back he had made it to the battle grounds as the battle was half way through, he placed both palms together in front of his chest as his eyes started to glow an immense white, crossing all his finger over each other one at a time as holy runes started to appear across his skin glowing an immense white that it almost came off as blue his two index fingers which pressed together pointing to the roof finished the ritual as an explosion clapped and echoed, two wings of pure light sprung from his back as he stood there his right palm glowing. Raising his right hand as he gripped his blade the bright light from his palm engulfed the entirety of the blade transforming it into a weapon blessed by heaven itself
This form of sigil was very powerful and rare, he happened upon it while doing a deed for a high priest of the Mundane, his entire body was transformed, leaning forward as his knees bent the wind exploded as he was sent flying forwards into the battle almost like he was hovering on the ground at great speeds. His wings slowly moving about as he passed Mundane and Vampires alike, each stopping their fight as they glanced over at him, he was only after one person Victor.. the king of all vampires, his hues glanced around as he finally saw waves of Mundane flying into the sky as they screamed in terror for the hits of a powerful weapon
“Vicotr..!!!! “ he shouted as he came to a land in the centre of the countless Mundane surrounding the vampire king. “This ends now Victor.. with your head attached or with it separated either way.. this war is over… “ He looked as Victor turned to face him their eyes glaring at each other, Victor charged towards him his weapon held high as he raised his own weapon; charging back they met half way as their swords collided with a great crash of thunder the entire battlefield engulfed in a white glow as their eyes were temporarily blinded from the white blast. *Flashback end* But this time.. he was just going to create a holy light to engulf the room, his eyes were engulfed in pure white as his palms started to glow“Goodbye.. Valencia” The room was engulfed in a white flash as the females screamed out in pain, the ones closer to him were sure to be incinerated as the others would suffer temporary burns. By the time the room came to normal the only thing that stood in his place was a circular burn on the floor as he had made his escape out of the Vampires castle whilst they were distracted and was making his way to find Cali.
He smirked as he watched her slowly unclip her cloak, it gracefully fell down her body onto the floor as it revealed her more or less clothing she chose to wear it left nothing to the imagination as she wore clothing that complimented her bodies figure. He sat up in his chair as his eyes looked her up and down, what a woman he thought to himself, her husband is a lucky man. ”We have a deal.” the words almost caressed his face as he heard them. Watching as her slender fingers gripped the table and tossed it out of the way, she slowly approached him as he watched her sensual movements, only to be pushed down onto his back on the floor he landed with a thud as she stood on top of him, his eyes looking her over with a smirk. His hues shot blood red as he clicked his fingers, his image shrouded under her as his form disappears and the form of her husband appeared laying on his back under her feet, he had taken his form that was obvious was …
IceTe3a: it to make it easier on her? Or to make sure she doesn’t hold back on her end of the deal.. to be rough, a reminder perhaps? “Teach me the meaning of pain..” he said but it came out in her husband’s voice, how would she feel about that?
CharlotteCarrendar: – Valencia’s pride and anger had made her vulnerable in this moment, for though she thought that the Witcher would be no match for the likes of over two hundred vampire maidens attempting to feed and pleasure themselves with his light coloured body she forgot that this was the very same Witcher who had brought about the end of her own husband –the King in a battle that was between mundane and vampire kind. Her sickening laugh was to soon fade away, as did her cruel smile when the Witcher announced that she had brought about a war that would be Witchers guilds versus her very realm for her disrespect. Hissing violently from her fur covered throne, she rose slowly, like a King Cobra that was preparing to strike. Her nails on each hand appeared to lengthen into what would be described as dark talons, while her beautiful dress began to tear and stretch as the true inner beast – the vampire Queen was about to reveal her true form. Grotesque and vile, with skin the colour green, and hair that was flashings of red on black –she was truly the sight that made you want to claw out your own eyes. Each of her maidens followed suit, with great wings unfurling upon their backs. They were all the shape of women, but now the more obvious parts of their anatomy seemed to meld into their skin, again with a sickly hue. Like a corpse that had been animated in a vile display. Horrific would be a good word. All around the Witcher they gathered on mass, wings beating in a show of strength as he did just declare war. Becoming airborne, the Queen hovered in the air and screeched. ”The Witchers guilds shall not know of your report, if you are dead!” She raised her arms and cackled as a sign for all her maidens of blood to attack. But at this moment, it was when the Witcher would unveil his most deadly sigil. A blast of light that was like the very sun itself was shining its light directly into the hallowed sanctum of the Queen. The affect was immediate. As many as a hundred vampire maidens were turned to ash, incinerated by the blast of light. Beyond them, others were suffering serious burns, their eyes turning white and becoming blind. They cried and screamed, reaching out for each other for comfort, as the Queen herself copped a good blast of light. Her body catching fire and she fell from the sky, only to land in a smouldering heap on the floor. Her wings barely able to beat, as she tried in vain to fight to stand again. It was pitiful as it was demoralizing to her kind. The Witcher had won this round, and with the threat of war to come within the coming months, the Queen had truly bitten off far more than she could chew. Her screams and wails could be heard for miles, and this reached the ears of Eryda. The red Witcher was galloping towards the Vampire mountain. Was she too late?
Within the blacksmith shop, the Blood Elf was reeling from what she was seeing now beneath her. The Vampire known as Vlad had changed his image through glamour to be that of her lost husband. The trickery, as it appeared to be worked a treat with the Blood elf, who started to tear off his shirt, her long nails digging into his flesh as she panted like that of a hungry animal. Cali struck a deal with the Vampire to get information, but this being now looked exactly like him, sounded like him. He wanted to know pain. What greater pain was there than to feel he had been lost to her forever. The Blood elf gripped his head in her hands, and seared a bruising kiss to his lips, that also saw her biting at his bottom lip – pulling at it as she bore her weight down on him. <3>
IceTe3a: He watched as she teared up slightly, her finger nails dug into his skin as his skin shivered in response his shirt torn from his very body as she forced a burning kiss upon his lips. Her teeth sinking into his bottom lips as she tugged at it he could feel her weight being pressed down on him. He smiled at her as his hands ran up her back softly his fingers would trail against her skin “ You will be reunited with me soon” he said and once again it came out in her husband’s voice, his lips kissing her back with a fierce passion as his hand reached her hair, his fingers raking through it gently while he continued to kiss her. : Strolling down the main road towards Vlad’s he could hear the crying pain screams of the vampire queen as people rushed up towards the castle to see what was going on they were more curious than worried. He knew he would have to collect Cali and go to the Guild meeting where all the masters meet, he would need to report that he had just brought them into a war again, they would not be happy. As he made his way down the path he could not see Mersa nor Cali as he continued to look around for them through the shops he arched a brow as he walked over towards Vlad’s shop, glancing in he saw the overturned table. With a slight smirk he opened the door to interrupt them“Cali, get off him. Vlad tell her what she wants’ to know, the queen has claimed war on the Witchers guilds we need to leave now. For all our sakes. “ He glanced down to Mersa who was happy to see him, waking up with a big yawn she came to a stand and nuzzled his cheek as she strolled outside, “My weapons better have been done” : Vlad heard the door open and then smelled the White wolf just as he spoke “Cali, get off him. Vlad tell her what she wants’ to know, the queen has claimed war on the Witchers guilds we need to leave now. For all our sakes. “ he got up with ease whilst Cali was on top, coming to a stand he had dragged Cali to her feet as well as he was in shock of what the queen had done“What?! She is crazy.. Please inform them that this is the direct statement of her and no one else wishes to break the treaty” he knew what that meant if he was found with the White wolf or Cali he would have to answer for it, and the treaty could be broken for his kind. He would need to overthrow the queen and put someone else in power of the throne.. perhaps him maybe “We must overthrow the queen.. Go now my friend “ he tossed the newly formed blades to the White wolf and turned towards Cali with a slight smile, his form turned back to his own as he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand “Your husband is a lucky man my dear… You will find him in the Mundane main city of Carthal, under the slave chains of its queen, she is worse than our queen.. If your husband is anything like you, you won’t have long until she disposes of him from boredom “ he of course was referring to her stubborn and defiant ways, as he touched her he showed her exactly where he was being kept through imagery in her mind. “Now go and free your loved one, White wolf.. We will be in touch” : He caught the new swords as he examined them noting how light weight they were, he obviously embuned them with magic whilst restructuring them completely, they were whole new swords, as he strapped them to his back again he walked over to Cali and grabbed her by the hand basically dragging her out of Vlad’s shop “I will tell the guild that this is her doing and try to save the treaty, I believe you should speak for your people Vlad. They need a king, not a slut of a queen” as he walked out of the shop he rounded on Cali as he shook his head glancing at her, throwing her coat at her he sighed “Anything to save your husband huh? Get a move on “ he said as Mersa came to walk up beside him, they started to head straight for the main gates leading towards the large Cravasse.
CharlotteCarrendar:- The Vampire’s trickery was resourceful when he wanted something, and under the glamour guise of the Blood elf male, with the same soothing voice he had invoked within the female the burning need to be reunited with him. Cali seemed to even forget that this man she was kissing, this Vampire was not her husband at all, but his whispered words and stroking had her captivated and she naturally responded with a fervour that was sure to sate his desire to be treated roughly. She was about to rip off her bodice when suddenly she heard the voice of Xo the Witcher coming up behind them. “Cali, get off him. Vlad tell her what she wants’ to know, the queen has claimed war on the Witchers guilds we need to leave now. For all our sakes. “ Cali gasped and looked back over her shoulder to see him standing there, patting the Warg and looking a bit miffed with what he had found. The Vampire was quick to stand on hearing that the Queen had broken the treaty in her wicked scheme to try and tame and make a pet out of Xo. Being almost dragged to her feet, Cali was quick to get her cloak and fasten back around her – suddenly feeling the need to cover herself. She felt sick and dirty when she looked back to see Vlad back to his normal appearance. But the conversation was now between the two men, as the situation had turned dire for them all. No doubt the Queen would recover and then seek to rid the Witcher and his companions from her land. As she strapped back on her pole arm, she felt the touch of the Vampire black smith’s hand to her face. She almost wanted to flinch away since she felt she had dishonoured her husband in her vain attempt to learn of his whereabouts. The Vampire gave the information now freely. ] “Your husband is a lucky man my dear… You will find him in the Mundane main city of Carthal, under the slave chains of its queen, she is worse than our queen.” Cali muttered under her breath a word of thanks, and then with her head bowed she quickly left the Black smith shop, well aware that the Witcher was probably going to roast her for what he had seen her do. She pulled up her hood and waited near the Warg and sure enough the Witcher didn’t disappoint. “Anything to save your husband huh? Get a move on “ Cali shrugged her shoulders as she caught the coat he threw at her and continued to mutter under her breath, her lips still stinging from the Vampire’s kiss. But as they headed out of the township, a great horse thundered up the road, ridden by a woman with flowing red hair. As soon as she came into eyeshot, you could hear her make a loud whooping sound as she brought the horse up to stand on two feet. Bringing the horse down, Eryda recognised Xo and leapt off the horse. She was breathing hard thinking the Vampire Queen finally had him under her spell. Now she could see him walking along with ANOTHER woman? She marched right up to Xo and then took a swing at him. A punch to the jaw. Should it land she would stand with hands on hips and bark. ”I just rode the last ten miles at full gallop cause I was worried about you!” Talk about a way to meet the Mrs. She stared at Cali, who got such a fright, she ran around behind the Warg. ”Whose that?!” Eryda ordered waiting for Xo to speak. <3>
IceTe3a: He watched as Cali walked ahead muttering to herself, he shook his head wondering just what lengths she would go to, to save her husband. He was watching her as he saw a horse riding directly for him, as it came closer he arched a brow noting just who it was. The horse bucked up onto its hinged legs as it came down Eryda came jumping off the horse as she walked straight up to him, she swung a punch at him and it stuck true on the side of his jaw, his head sent flying to the side as he chuckled slightly, noting that Cali ran behind Mersa. “Lovely to see you to darling.. “ he smiled as he came to stand straight again his lip cracked and bleeding slightly, as he glanced back to Cali “That’s Cali, she’s a paying Client. Cali.. Meet Eryda my wife. “ he smiled as he looked Eryda up and down only the kind of look a lover would give, as he walked up to Eryda he wrapped his arm around her waist and turned her so she walked with him, Mersa following suit leaving Cali to cower alone. “ Come on Cali, Eryda.. pleasantries later for now lets get out of here before the Queen finds and kills us. She’s proclaimed war on Witchers Eryda, we need to get to the meeting of the masters and tell them” As they walked down the street they could hear Vlad yelling about how the Queen is jeopardizing their treaty with the Witchers and how she’s proclaimed war, he was making his move. : He waited a while before he would do anything, composing himself he walked straight out the door as the crowd massed in the streets all chatting and wondering as they pointed towards the castle. “My people! The queen has gone crazy!! She announced war on the Witchers guilds, Dooming us all as she breaks the Treaty!! We do not have to stand for this!! I have advised the White wolf none of us wish for a war nor to break the treaty!! He will aid us in our war against the Queen and her army!! To take back our city and continue the treaty !! Make me your king and I shall promise you this and more!! “ he shouted to the masses as he flashed his white fangs. Vlad was a high ranked noble male, stronger than the other males and everyone knew of his blessing so no one opposed him, they all cheered and shouted his name stating they were with him, others now cursing the queens name for trying to bring another war. It was to easy.. all it took was a visit from the White Wolf and he would see himself king of the Vampire realm, he would bring them back up in the ranks of mankind a respectable and powerful race once more.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Eryda cocked a brow when hearing that the cowering Cali was a paying client. ”Really? What the devil is she?’ Eryda may have travelled far and wide across the many lands of their realms but this was the first time she had encountered a blood elf. The ears were so long and those eyebrows. Not at all what Eryda would say was attractive on a woman. Still, she was never one for competition. Having given Xo what she would call a lover’s greeting – ie the punch, she was amused to see he was bleeding. Of course, he looked down at her with a fondness that was reserved for a mate. She cut a striking figure in her leather pants, boots and tight bustier. She was not dainty by any sense of the word, but she had it where it counted. A fullness of figure that would give a man much to explore with wandering hands beneath the furs. Feeling Xo put his arm around her, Eryda walked along casually with him as thought nothing had happened, her horse following along behind the Warg. This left Cali on her own. But Cali got a whiff of the blood that was trickling down the Witcher’s chin and licked her lips, fighting her burning need to feed off him. She had become addicted to his energy, his blood. Little by little becoming more and more caught in his web, whether he understood this yet or not. Hearing that the Queen had broken the treaty and that their lives were in jeopardy if they hung around, Eryda rolled her eyes. ”Let me guess, she tried to woo you to her bed and be her new footstool. When is that woman ever going to learn? Hope you sizzled her ass this time. I have a good mind to go in there and give her a piece of my mind.” Eryda was feisty to say the least, but she knew that there was an urgency in Xo’s voice that he wanted to get to the Guild council as soon as they could. If Vlad could not take control of the Queen’s lands there was going to be another war. Eryda slapped her love’s backside hard as they walked along. ”So what else have I missed? You and this…Cali been causing havoc across the mundane lands?’ <3>
IceTe3a: – He smiled as he walked along the path through the gates over towards the large mountain crevasse “She is a Blood elf, and a paying client, How was the job?” he felt her slap his ass as he arched a brow, glancing over to her he smirked as he heard Mersa walking around behind him with Cali following close “ You could say that, We have been travelling since the Dark forest, took out a den of werewolves. They are massing armies all over the realm “ this was partly why he needed to see the guilds masters to advise them that not only has the vampire queen declared war but the werewolves were massing armies in greater numbers than what they have already seen. “The guild hall is up in the snowy mountains, they meet in a week’s time. We should just make it for when they arrive, If they’ll be happy to see us is another thing entirely” shaking his head he turned to Mersa and climbed up on her. Looking down at Eryda he smirked “This is Mersa, we are pact. She’s a lot smarter and faster than that horse you ride.” he chuckled at his own tease as he pulled Cali up to sit behind him on Mersa. Waiting for Eryda to climb up on her horse he directed Mersa to walk beside the horse as they slowly travelled through the crevasse “We should resupply for the cold weather before we hit the trail, Any suggestions in the closest town? “ : With the vampires now Rallied behind vlad he had all the power and support he needed, no doubt the queen would hear of this. As they charged the castle they found it lacking her presence, as one of the noble females advised she had escaped before they could kill her taking her personal army. This left Vlad with an empty throne, a kingdom, the vampire army without leadership and a castle full of noble females, more sexy.. dangerous females than he could deal with oh but he would try. Slowly he walked up to the throne as the crowd cheered his name, as he turned around standing in front of the throne “Do you accept me as your king!?! Here now and forever more!! the crowd cheering in acceptance as he took his seat they all bowed down onto a knee,. “Good, live your daily lives, leave the hard labor to me. Tonight we party and feast in the new era of the vampires!” the common folk left the castle grounds wondering back to their own homes and place of work, leaving Vlad alone in a castle full of wondering female vampires, leaning back against the throne he rests his chin on his clamped hand, his hues glancing around at the passing females. The castle décor and the castle itself started to change form, suiting to his likings as did his clothing, he would need to choose brides this much was expected of him, but who.. which one, he knew so little and they all knew a lot.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Eryda’s interest in Cali piqued when Xo mentioned she was a blood elf. Immediately she became suspicious, not because the girl was paying but more to how the creature was around her husband. Females, as far as Eryda was concerned could never be trusted. Eyrda was about to ask another question, when Xo asked her about her job. Shrugging lightly, like the last job really was a non event; she smacked her lips and said. ”A pirate king who had gotten himself into a spot of bother with one of the neighbouring kingdoms. Kidnapped the Queen and was rumoured to be doing unspeakable things to her. Eh, so I was hired to do the rescue. When i got to the ship however, from the sounds coming from the Pirate King’s quarters, the damn slag was the one that was doing all the torture. Honestly, the pair deserved each other. All I had to do was show proof and headed back to the Kingdom with the Queen in tow…and last I recall she was hung for her infidelity. “ By the jingling sound coming from Eryda’s purse she had earnt herself a right fee for her efforts. ”King asked me to stay and take her place. Naturally I declined.” This was said with a wink, before she whistled for her horse. On hearing they were off to the guild hall, which was located in the Snowy Mountains, Eryda agreed that they would need to stop for provisions and warmer garb before continuing on. Mounting her horse, after watching Xo help the Blood elf to sit in behind him, Eryda adjusted herself in the saddle, and then added. ”If half of what you have told me is true, the Council is going to be most displeased with …..us.” She had to add the us, since even though it was the Witcher and Cali that caused some of the current strife; she was his partner and mate through thick and thin. Looking ahead, Eryda gave a curt nod as to where to stop for provisions. ”Dante’s pass. That is the last outpost before the trek climb. Should take a few hours tops.” Her horse kept up alongside the Warg, while the Blood elf wrapped her arms around the Witcher. She could still smell the blood on his face, and this made her shiver with an unusual eagerness. Her addiction was getting worse. This would not go unnoticed by Eryda, who was now keeping a close eye on the blood elf. <3>
IceTe3a: – He shrugged lightly as he knew she was right the guild masters would be quite upset with him “When aren’t they upset with me? They lack the ability to control me so this obviously pisses them off “ he smirked as his eyes gleamed yellow, he could feel Cali holding around his waist as they rode, she was being unusually quiet. They headed towards Dante’s pass as Eyrda had suggested “Good idea, it’s along the way and they would have what we need.” He was oblivious to Cali’s new found addiction as he continued to ride east towards Dante’s pass with Eyrda riding along side on her horse “The king would have a death wish to attempt in stealing my wife” he gave Eyrda a smirking sideways glance “Cali’s husband made his way into our realm from another realm, she’s here to look for him. Apparently he’s in a bit of trouble” he was filling in Eyrda of what exactly was going on, eventually he would have to fulfil his bargain with Cali and take her to the Mundane kingdom where he was last seen alive. “ Cali the kingdom of the Mundane is up around the snowy mountains, so the meeting hall is on the way. Are you ok with this?” light slowly started to turn to dark as nightfall came just as they reached the boarders of Dante’s pass, he sighed slightly in relief as it had been a long ride, pointing over to the local tavern “We should spend the night, eat and have a good rest. We can trek on dawn once we get our supplies” he glanced over to Eyrda, suddenly a loud growling roar could be heard as he arched a brow his hues glance over into the distance “Frost trolls seemed to have come down from the mountain, Eyrda why don’t you take this one dear. “ he smirked as his eyes locked over at hers whilst he rode Mersa past her towards the frost trolls, as he strolled through the town closer to the frost trolls he could hear their movements and grunts they were on the edge of town on the other side, so no harm to any townspeople yet perhaps they were after some of the farm animals on that side of town.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Xo had a point with the Witcher council. They usually had a beef with his antics, but that was only because his methods were a little unorthodox. She could never imagine any of them ever being able to control him. Hell, she couldn’t and had known that from the start of their courtship. But in a way, she was a lot like him, being head strong and independent. It was half the reason she would go off on her own adventures to fill her purse and learn more about the ways of others. Knowledge was something they treasured and they always wanted to learn more. Eryda tried not to keep staring at the Blood Elf, who was quietly holding onto the Witcher as they both rode the Warg. It was probably a good thing she held her tongue, as the newly reunited Witcher couple were still discussing the upcoming trade station, and just what Eryda had been doing with herself in the months that he and she had been apart. The red witcher laughed at Xo’s suggestion that he would kill the King if he so dared to steal her from him. Little did the Witcher know just what the King was like. ”The King would be no match for the likes of you, or me dare I say it. A scrawny man, with a comb over. No muscular build. Weak blue eyes and skin that looked spotty from memory. For one, a girl like me would break him like a twig.” She let out another laugh just thinking of it. ”I am honoured with the sentiment however, love.” Eryda said with a smile, as she gave her horse a little kick to keep up with the towering Warg. Her horse was quite a bit smaller and the going was getting rough. Just as they discussed supplies, there was a terrible sound. A long loud growl coming from the distance. Frost trolls. ”Ah, just what I needed after a long ride in the saddle.” She jumped down off her horse and smacked its ass to get it to follow along with the Warg and her mate, who had gone on ahead. She took out her sword and held it defensively as she walked along behind, keeping up the rear. No doubt they were hungry, but whose blood would they lust for. <3>
The thunderclap had been heard, and sent a shockwave throughout the command structure at the front. Garbled reports came in and various comms had died in the shockwave. Constantine would merely have to look over to his command staff to know that they had lost a good portion of the five miles. When energy readings had been picked up, the unlucky souls that where within the blast radius had become nothing but ash and sub-molecular matter. A quick death, sufficed his need to understand that the enemy made a very, grave mistake. They would pay, for each Krieger lost, or cooked within the armor of the tanks and siege weapons. He had a plan, however. Turning calmly, without a single shred of remorse, regret, or compassion for their attack, merely seeing it as an attempt to undermine the Guard, he calmly asked “Do We have a comms link to the fleet?”
“Yes, Sir. The EMP wasnt large enough to reach us down here enough to affect all communications inside the command bunker. Your orders?”
“I need you to send a mesage to Xith. The Order will State. ‘Establish Contact with the Captain aboard the Spear of Vraks. Send targetting coordinates to the Skycastle, and the Govermental districts. Long Range Orbital Bombardment, Initiate Operation Hell-storm. Phase 3 of our plan is coming together . Eliminate the Resistance. Send our Nixagris Auxilaries to replace the front lines. Any tank not melted by that blast, I want rearmed and remanned for Combat operations. You have no more than six hours.’ Relay these orders to Viper squad as well. I need a Recon team behind the walls. ” he paused a moment to consider an option that he had not thought of these many weeks. He then said “Send in an attachment of Death Riders to eliminate stragglers. Anyone who crawls outside of that floating fortress. I want their heads on spikes. Dismissed. For the Emperor and for Krieg.”
Charred ash flew to the wind, nothing ever salvageable from it. Tanks melted to slag, were salvaged to be repurposed for ammunition, armor, and battlement fortifications. The Nixagris civilians that had joined the Krieg in the first weeks of its arrival, were ordered to man the front line. A Rather grim visaged Commissar watched over them all, his hand always on the bolt-pistol, just waiting, like that of a hawk, to pick off each and every one of them at the first sign of retreat. Chief amongst these, went not by serial number or a birth name, but only one, which, he was called SturmFeurer. A rather deathly individual, who would rather meet the enemy up close with blades in their throats and grenades strapped to his chest, then to waste his time in a long war of attrition. A very rare circumstance for a Krieger such as himself. He was made, to inspire fear and terror, to make the enemy piss themselves in fear if they ever heard the cackling laughter that would resonate in the air over vox-casted cacophonies of hatred and malice. His baleful watch, with his glowing red lenses that stared demonically from the respirator he wore, stared into the very souls of the men and women who volunteered for this. He waited, patiently, for the enemy to come.
–
-Meanwhile in Loch Trollsbane-
Xith had become hunched over the spent munitions platforms that had carried the missiles to the desired targets, annointing the blessed machines with ungents and oils, blessed in the name of the Omnissiah. Xith meticulouslly pondered his orders as they were recieved via his own aural network, much like that of a highly advanced configuration of data-feeds that, quite literally, almost extended his reality on an information-based level thrice-fold. With a wave of his hand, his augmented brain scanned the orders, halting at the specific part on what he needed to do and send it where. Without hesistation, he finished his prayer on platform 7, before moving swiftly with his retinue of servitors, to descend into the depths of what was once the lochs lake. Upon arrival, he blurted out in a long screech of machine cant, an order, more or less, that the machines willing obeyed. He set out his servitors to adjust the cogitators, the thinking machines of the Imperium, whilst his mechandrites flushed from his robes in their vast droves to the main strategum table. Hololithic images of the battlefield, based upon current Imperial estimations, set forth in a fresco of multi-colored designs to elbaorately give, in almost precise detail, every inch of the field and the precise locations of enemy and friendly positions. He zoomed in on the vid-picts that showed the skycastle floating once more, barely. Xith would begin a long sequence of calculating a ships algorithmic sequences as well as the coordinates to where the skycastles defensive batteries were located, alongside its main reactors. On a secondary objective, he also produced coordinates for the estimated governmental sectors of which were detailed on the emphasis on their destruction.
-Defensive Astroid Belt, shortly after the departure of the Scourge Eagles Chapter-
The Captain of the Spear of Vraks turned his wisened features towards the communications technician of which she had brought on screen the order as well as the issued coordinates. His hooded eyes would stare softly before looking directly ahead through the reinforced glass that made up the bridge. His wrinkled hand came up to his lean features to stroke his white and gray beard.
“You heard the General. Lock targeting matrix’s onto the issued coordinates, keep a distance, be sure we do not break cover. Adjust cogitators to allow for estimated approach on projectiles, be sure the warheads are small enough to not take out civilian locations. Target their governmental districts, be sure I see black craters from here, otherwise you all aren’t fit for service on my ship.” A loud chorus of Aye’s and Yes Sir’s resounded throughout the metallic chamber built within the ship. The fleets ships began to turn sideways, allowing their guns to take aim. Within the bowels of the ship, slaver gangs pushed their workers to load the larger than life shells into their chambers. The defeaning thrum of the plasma cores within the ship shot out energy pulses, large enough to power an entire continent for several hours. The rounds thundered with a cacaphony of death that of which bellowed forth hatred and righteous judgement on thrusters hell-bent on destroying the Skycastle and the entire government sector of Lorewall. These munitions, from an orbital view, were black, looming masses, encased with fortified plasteel and ceramite to send screaming into the heart of the districts. It took only twelve minutes for the rounds to reach the lower atmosphere, by this time, the populace would see what appeared to be astoroids, burning up in the atmosphere. Little stars of light, glistening against the darkened sky of war. if the five munitions were to hit skycastle, it would cease to exist as a pyroclastic cloud of fire would consume the entire land mass, and envelope half of the sky with such concussive force, it would send tremors throughout the land surrounding Lorewall. If the other five mass-reactive rounds would hit the governmental district, the buildings would be consumed in a white light, and a loud cataclysmic boom would send a shockwave, breaking everything glass within a twenty five mile radius.
The Fleet, as soon as the shells were fired, would begin to rotate back to defensive positions, leaving a tight, inter-locked formation, much like a layered shield, behind the asteroid belt. The Captain watched the screen carefully, watching the orbital feed of where the rounds would hit and how far the explosions would decimate Lorewall. It was considered close to the friendly lines, simply for the fact that these munitions were made for the exact purpose of ship to ship, anything else, left holes miles wide and deep in the crust of the planet.
Constantine, only few seconds before the order was given to send a salvo of munitions into the Skycastle and the Government districts of Lorewall, would move to address his command staff. “They have not learned, exactly how far I am willing to go, to give them Salvation. It is my duty, and my honor, to grant them either the Emperors Grace, or His Mercy. This Planet will be the Imperiums, for the sake of all Humanity, Chaos will die here before it sprouts forth its taint. We are dealing with rebels who our initial estimation of their technological advances were under-estimated. We will not make the same mistake twice. Bombard their lines. I want gore sprayed fifty feet high, and if that doesnt work, put them to the torch. Send the Valkyries in, if they do not budge with our cannon-fire, to drop promethium tanks over their lines, then ignite them. If that occurs, I want you to shut down every other interfering transmission, and broadcast their folly.” He turned a moment as one of the screens kept flashing. It was a transmission, sent to him, and to everyone this side of the planet.
“In this time of war and death, you look into my eyes and see, not a man who is afraid, but a man who is prepared. I am prepared to release our people from the clutches of this menace who treads on our land, who treads on our lives, and who is responsible for the deaths of millions of souls. It is in this selfish endeavour that your fight is futile. What do you fight for? Money? God? Power? None of these is as powerful as the reason why I still stand before you. I fight because of Love, because of Hope, because of responsibility. I stand here before you now, truly, unafraid. Why? I stand here without fear because, I remember. I remeber that I am here, not because of the path that lies before me, but because of the path that lays behind me. I remember that for thousands of years, we have fought to preserve alive our people in the face of certain destruction. I remember that for thousands of years, armies have been sent to anihillate us. But after over these thousands of years, I remember that which matters most. WE ARE STILL HERE! We will shake the foundations of your core, from snowy mountain, to desolate valley. This is our message to you…WE ARE NOT AFRAID!”
He stared into the very eyes of the being that showed its face through the comnet. His icy blue hues, rumored to be the very eyes of death itself, took in the image of this particular person. He then stated calmly, almost humored by the bravado. “We now have our secondary objective. Make sure, his head is brought to me.”
“Sir?” Asked one of the adjacent lieutenants.
“This young soul, thinks he can shake the Krieg. Let us show him, what it means to be shaken to death. He says he doesnt fear, but in fact he does. He fears, losing, fears losing everything he holds dear to him. This shows his weakness. We will rend from his fingers everything he holds dear. We will keep him alive long enough to see it burn, and only then, does he have my permission do die.”
The Command staff would move to their respective posts, however Constantine would turn only slightly, his head turning to regard them a moment before he said “One other thing.”
They all stopped in their tracks turning to him again “Yes Sir?” said one.
“Our tech-priests have been picking up Xenos life forms over the surface of this planet ever since we landed. Gather a report and send it.”
“To Whom, Sir?”
“His Holy Inquistion.”
With that they were dismissed. He would move to make way to his quarters. He would begin the long process of removing his armor plating, setting each set upon the armor rack that he had made certain to bring with him. After a while, he would stare at himself in the mirror. Memories flooded his mind, his scars began to have the tug of long pain and suffering he had endured. He would stare long and hard into the glass that had shown him his reflection.His eyes could not stare into his own, choosing to gaze down into the sink. Would move to sit at a chair that had long since been empty, choosing to kick his feet upon the oak finished table, mindlessly toying with a data-slate he held in his hands. His Journal. He would move the stylus to select a voice-recognition sequence, by which he would state his name, allowing it to unlock. As it did so, he moved the stylus to record Audio-to Text, before setting down the data-slate. He would lean back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head, to stare up at the rockrete ceiling.
“Jounral Entry Number 57291-9. It has been two months since landing here on this planet. Seven months since departure from Base. And, seven years without…Incident…” he paused a moment before clearing his throat “In the time I have been here, I have done exactly, as I would have imagined my men doing. I have walked, marched, battled, and lay Siege to the people of this planet. They have proven to me formidible, rivaling almost our own methods. Its, almost disturbing, to see that we are fighting our own ignorant kin…A planet, a long way from Terra..A Planet where, it is as though they are our opposite…As if they cling so needily to their ideals of safety and love and freedom, but yet have no actual experience with what is out there. They are not like that of the Tau, nor as souless as the Necron..But, they are, Human..Genuine Human…Some times I wonder, exactly, how much we have changed since our origins on Terra..Sometimes I wonder, when we will achieve our final Victory to our birthright..I dream of it, I dream of standing on that final battlefield…And facing our last foe…I dream of one day, walking alongside the Emperor…A Human being, worthy of fighting alongside him, where millenia ago I could not..And though sometimes even then, I wonder..I wonder what he would do were it he walked from the Palace..Were he to, lead his armies again…” he paused a moment, he felt a tug at his heart, this, strange emotion. One could call it sadness, others, acceptance, but never desparity “Maybe though.. One Day…One day I will go and be by his side..And when that day comes…Well, I wish the best of my men, and for them to have the glory they justly deserve. And by then, I hope to be graced with the honor, of Leading them once more. From the ashes of my cowardice kin, rose the pheonix…The 901st…A Siege Regiment that shall reclaim its lost glory, with bloodied hands and beaten faces, to triumph over the fallen enemy…With this, I will make one last remark..”
“I pray to Him on Earth, that there will be an end to this war, where their ignorance is no longer there, and that they, will surrender peacefully, so that we may no longer slay our brothers and sisters…And that they, may become children of the Emperor..In both War, and Peace.”
With this, he would make the statement of End Script. The Data-slate clicking to confirm its memory saved the entry into the long line of logs. Constantine, for the faintest moments in his entire life, felt that he was Human, and not just another statistic waiting for the munitoriums charts of troops.
Location : Scene opens – Below the Ruins of the Meeting hall – Lorewall.
Billy led the way down the shaft that was alongside the original nesting site for the baby bebilths to the JACK’s Hanger. This was specially constructed by King Carrendar who was Izu and Sora’s older brother. Few knew much about King. He was the son of Ergo and Lore in the early days long before recording. It was King that had altered the JACKs from the original steam punk workings that was used for the first ever JACK back in the days of Lacardis. The project was abandoned after King had decided to explore the stars, leaving the JACK army to sit idle while the years passed. Little did anyone know, that Billy had discovered the JACK hanger quite by accident and in the years of his youth, he came to learn a great deal about robotics and the JACK’s construction thanks to the many recordings that King had left behind. It was one of Billy’s favorite places in Lisega. One where he could be undisturbed amongst a massive steel spider army that had not been called into use, since the Meeting halls destruction. Now, the time had come for the JACK’s of old to rise once more. To defend Lorewall as it was designed too. The only thing was that many would be operated by Lore’s grandchildren.
Seven had seen the hanger before. When he and Luna were with Conan on their way to find Charlotte who had been on the trek to the Summit. So when he entered the massive hanger, a bright smile appeared on his boyish features. They were just the way he remembered them. Row upon row of gleaming steel. As far as the eye could see. Billy had ran into the hanger door first, and his first port of call was the observation deck and control panels. This overlooked the Hanger and gave a birds eye view of the entire JACK army. There were thousands of them. With only fourteen of Charlotte’s children, Billy knew he would need more pilots. It was a big ask, but he did it anyways. Turning to Seven, he asked.“Contact the spire. Get ALL the children here. I doubt the Spire is going to be able to withstand the Imperials for long, and if they find a hive of demon kind…it won’t be pretty.” Seven knew that Billy was right, and pulled up his sleeve where he was wearing a comms watch. Tapping in a sequence, one of his brothers came up on the screen.
“Seven…what’s happening? There are incoming reports from the Skycastle…it’s about Uncle Izu….and there is also warnings from the Imperials.” You could hear the urgency and fear in his voice, as the chatter of many children was heard in behind him. Seven knew there wasn’t much time. “Lance, inform all the kids that its time to evacuate from the Spire. Follow the monorail tunnel to the Meeting hall, then take the south passage and meet us at the JACK’s hanger. We are going to need everyone for this. All the kids. Bring the Ettercaps with you for protection. Seven out.” Seven took a deep breath as he could hear a cheer coming from his watch. Clearly the kids didn’t want to be left out, or left behind. Billy was already running through codes, as many of the terminals were coming to life. He ran from desk to desk, ripping off the protection sheaths to reveal an array of highly sophisticated technological equipment. As all the systems were becoming active, you could see row after row of lights coming on down in the main hanger. It was truly an amazing sight to behold. Seven came up alongside Billy, while the other children were taking places at each of the terminals, to learn as much as they could about the JACK’s through tutorials. “Close to four hundred kids are going to be here soon. This place is going to become something of a mad house.” Billy couldn’t agree more. “Then we need to select squad leaders and organize them into sections, to take on various parts of Lorewall.” His tone then lowered as he placed a hand on Seven’s shoulder. “You realize that the Imperials are not going to hold back. Many of us could die.” This was something that Seven knew. Fighting in the JACKs was not a game, it was a real war out there. “I’d rather die fighting for something I believed in, than being massacred in that Spire.” The older Carrendar patted his shoulder, and then went back to work on the terminals.
Within the spire there was a roar of noise as the children of Taru and Charlotte began to move on mass to the monorail tunnels. The fabled Spire would fall silent and be left to those that either conquered Lorewall, or liberated it. As the last of the lights faded the statue of Lorelei glowed in a strange hue that one could not describe. Was her presence still being felt within the bowels of the Spire?
Location : Carrendar Island off the Eastern Coast line.
Appearing out of a black haze was the first of the elder Carrendar sons of Izu. Orson being the first to arrive found himself standing in the kitchen of the expansive home. He immediately started to look for Lady Bunton; who had been with the family since their mother died. A long time friend of Izu’s she made her home on the Island so there was always someone to return home too.
“Janice?!” Orson cried out, as he ran through the house. Lady Bunton appeared from the communication room with tears running down her face. She had intercepted the messages that Izu had sent out to his loved ones – his sons. With all that was going on, it was clear the war had taken a turn for the worse. “Orson?!” Her voice was shrill as she heard him racing through the house. Right on cue, this was when Brock materialized – looking frazzled to say the least. Orson almost ran into him. He grabbed his brother by the arm. “Where’s the others?” He must have thought his brothers – Nigel and Billy would be there. At this point, Lady Bunton reached the pair. “Boys…your father…” Both Billy and Orson turned to face Janice, who looked stricken. “What about him? Where is he?” The words she was about to say, would leave each in a state of shock. “Skycastle.” Brock was the first to cry out. “NO!” He had been led to believe that his father was not on it. Racing off to the communications lab, he left Orson behind with a sobbing Lady Bunton. Orson brought her into his arms, and cradled her as she cried.
In the communications lab, Brock ran to one of the terminals and started to type in a code to access all messages and found the symbol for Sky castle. A new one was just being aired and Orson along with Lady Bunton came in behind Brock as it played.
“In this time of war and death, you look into my eyes and see, not a man who is afraid, but a man who is prepared. I am prepared to release our people from the clutches of this menace who treads on our land, who treads on our lives, and who is responsible for the deaths of millions of souls. It is in this selfish endeavour that your fight is futile. What do you fight for? Money? God? Power? None of these is as powerful as the reason why I still stand before you. I fight because of Love, because of Hope, because of responsibility. I stand here before you now, truly, unafraid. Why? I stand here without fear because, I remember. I remember that I am here, not because of the path that lies before me, but because of the path that lays behind me. I remember that for thousands of years, we have fought to preserve alive our people in the face of certain destruction. I remember that for thousands of years, armies have been sent to anihillate us. But after over these thousands of years, I remember that which matters most. WE ARE STILL HERE! We will shake the foundations of your core, from snowy mountain, to desolate valley. This is our message to you…WE ARE NOT AFRAID!”
“DAD!” Orson cried as Lady Bunton brought her hands up to her chest. The last she had heard he had gone down with the Skycastle. “How is that possible? I heard him give a farewell message to you boys. He’s alive?” She was stunned and then let out a laugh like a woman about to lose her mind. There was no mistaking that she had loved Izu for many years, and treated the boys as her own. Though not a bebilith like her charges, she was the next best thing. Brock turned to his brother and Lady Bunton. “Dad’s right, we are still here, and by Mazmezz we are going to fight. We are not going to be afraid. Time to suit up and join this war.” Orson didn’t need to be told twice, he was already getting ready to go pilot Arachnea Two. This left Janice behind with Brock. It was then she noticed the heavy scaring on his face and she looked confused. “Brock, what happened to your face?” She reached out to touch it, only to have him try to brush her hand away.“It’s nothing..please we don’t have time for this.” Janice wouldn’t budge on it. “You can heal, regenerate. These scars look old. Why? Something happen on that planet? What of Pandora?” At the mention of Pandora, Brock took Lady Bunton’s hands in hers. “I made a huge mistake, and this is the price for that. Pandora will be fine. I just hope I get to see her one last time…” You could hear the pain in his voice, as he hated having to leave her behind the way he did. Lady Bunton squeezed his hands tightly with her own. “You will, Son. You have too.” Brock bent forward and kissed the top of Janice’s head, before he himself ran for his own ship – Arachnea One. All the Carrendar children regardless of age and distance were joining the cause. All were to fight for the freedom of their world, to save it from annihilation.
Janice was left behind in the communications lab. She would be the eyes and ears of the Carrendar as the two elder boys prepared their ships for take off. Would this be their last ever mission? As Brock entered Arachnea one, he took out of his pocket a picture of Pandora and brought it to his lips. “I will come home to you, Pan.I promise.” he said softly, before putting on his flight suit. In Arachnea two, Orson was smiling. It had been a long time since he flew the ship created by his father all those years ago. “I’m home, baby. Let’s show Lorewall what you can do.” The intercom buzzed as Lady Bunton’s face appeared. “Good Luck boys….make your father proud. In Nemeaus, we trust.”
Location : Lorewall City streets above the Spire.
A black hooded being pushed off the sewer lid and tossed it across the road before emerging from beneath. The face would be obscured by the cloth but her voice was unmistakable. In the time from when she and Sora had left the Spire to go out in search of the Tarantula promised by the War factory, she would be unaware that her and Charlotte’s children had abandoned the Spire to join the JACKs army with Seven and the others. Not even looking back, Taru sung out. “Come on, Brother. We don’t have time to waste.’ The streets were already deserted, and there was a heavy stench of smoke and ash in the air from the downing of the Skycastle. Raising her head, she could see the Skycastle was once again airborne.“Well I’ll be.” she said, with something of an amused expession. “And here I was thinking that ship was toast. Seems our brother and his crew weren’t about to give up and die.” Once her brother made his way up and out of the sewer tunnel, they would make tracks for the last location of the War factory. “Larry better have that Tarantula ready or we are already the walking dead.”
Location : Skies above the battle field of Lorewall – North
A loud humming sound would be heard followed by the errie noise of gears and pistons before the outline of a massive air ship would come into view over the Imperialist held land of the Lorewall borders. Captain Fairweather’s timing couldn’t have been worse. Coming up and onto the deck, she could see the devastation below, and in the distance, the fires of Lorewall where the city had already come under attack from a ground assault. Glancing up at the sky, she could see the tear. Why to God could no one else see it? Holding onto her feather plumed hat as she righted herself after the ship was jolted by the sonic boom of yet another missle exploding; Amelia checked her row of clocks on the front of the deck. All the clocks showed that this was the point in time that she aimed for. Her only hope was that the Master had not gotten here first. One of her clockwork machinations chimed as it buzzed about her, speaking in a dialect only she could understand. She nodded as another set of droids lowered the rope ladder into no man’s land. “I know what I am doing, crazy as this sounds. I have to find Constantine…before it’s too late.” Giving her droids a send off, with the tip of her hat, she jumped over the side of her ship, as it soon became cloaked with an invisibility shield cover. The last thing she needed was for her TARDIS to become a target. Slowly, she climbed down into Imperial territory.
KingFalthosHellbore: The battle raged with an unbridled fury. The very earth trembled beneath the guns of the Krieg. Behind miles of razor-wire and mine laden expanses of no-mans land, stood gun-nests that stared out across the fog that rolled across the battle-field. Infantry, armed with either their las-rifles or trench-shotguns, moved almost casually amongst the lines. Hydra flak-cannons scanned the air, seeking targets to shoot down with such fury that it would pepper the sky in darkness. Constantine stood to the open air, the skulled visage of the Krieg General glared almost ominously across his lines. He had made sure to errect rockrete fortifications, almost maze-like in their design, to confuse the enemy and to discourage a land assault, for fear of great casualties that would most certainly give them the advantage. He stared out a moment, before his rasping voice thrummed from the vox-unit in his mask “Its quiet. Almost too quiet. It appears we have the advantage, they have allowed us to dig in and fortify. A mistake, that will cost them dearly. What do our squadrons report?”
The box officer next to him chimed in almost in sync “No movement. Seemingly an evacuation from Lorewall. Civilian’s mostly.”
Constantine raised his head a moment as if in sudden realization, only to be replaced in deep thought “Evacuation. Why…What do they have…They are abandoning their entire city…For what purpose? Is their fear so great they would rather flee? No…No…Something is amiss. I smell treachery…”
-Frontlines-
The Sturmfeuer would skulk across the ranks of conscripts, like a stalking vulture awaiting for the moment that they decide to retreat or die, to go and do his duties. His crimson colored lenses stared out through the mist, his tattered robes fluttered to the wind, a silent statue, a guardian of war and death. He, alone, executed thirteen conscripts, on charges of cowardice and means to desert ones post. He took the rigged explosives from them, handing the burden equally to the rest.
-Command Center-
Officers scurried about, moving between panel to panel of communication screens, arrays, scans, stratagem feeds, stellar pict-feeds from the fleet, and above all, perimeter defense arrays. A siren began to ring out, blaring red lenses flared angrily as a drone resonated across the rockrete bunker. Many of the officers stopped, staring up at the screen. A lieutenant came into view, his grim scarred features gnarled into a permanent feature of anger and hatred, disgust and revulsion. His voice growled out “On screen.” What came into view was the face of a pilots feed, snapping a shot of what appeared to be a rather primitive craft, floating towards the Kriegers lines.
“Are our cannons in range?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Any known ordinance carried upon the vessel?”
“No Sir!”
“Life signs?”
“One, Sir!”
“Only one?!” at the mention of this he turned to regard with cold steel eyes towards the officer that spoke to him.
“Yes Sir! One confirmed life form, origin, unknown. The Auspex is unable to detect Human or Xenos.”
“Are you sure? Be damned sure. Because if not, I will sprawl your innards across the command bunker and have the tech-priests make sure you are alive, writhing in pain for one standard terran year. Now, Are you sure?”
“I would stake my life on it in the name and service of the Emperor of Mankind.”
With a grim nod he would speak once more “Alert the General. Tell him he may have a visitor.”
-Topside, near the Bunker-
“This is Constantine.”
“Sir, we have sightings of a primitive vessel, one confirmed life-sign, origin unknown, auspex readings are off the charts. Hydra cannons are on Stand-by. Awaiting your orders, General.”
He stared upward, instinctively moving his hand to adjust his power claws a moment before he said “Brave, or Foolish. We will find out soon enough. Give the being permission to land, on my location.”
“As you command, so shall it be, General.”
“Constantine out.”
His communications officer turned towards him, almost questioningly. He did not even have to look towards him as he answered the unasked question.
“I do not know. However I doubt the enemy is stupid enough to try this petty suicide. They are smarter than that. This, is merely a delegation. The least I can do is hear the words spoken. And maybe then, I will be entertained.”
A communication was sent in the direction of the craft. “Unidentified Craft, you have clearance to land at these coordinates. Be warned, you were dead when you entered our sights. Make the best of your life.”
<E>
No mans land – North Lorewall
CharlotteCarrendar: – Captain Amelia’s boots hit the broken earth with a dull thud as she released the rope ladder that she had used to alight from her vessel. The clockwork droids up on the main deck reeled in the ladder and it soon vanished from sight. Adjusting her hat so it sat on a jaunty angle, Amelia surveyed her surrounds. It was far worse than she had imagined. Black earth, tumbling clouds of smoke and ash. The air was ripe with the scent of death. Charred and disfigured bodies littered the ground along with that of many a horse. Tanks that were blazing wrecks and towers that were nothing more than broken and bent shards of metal. Amelia’s face crumpled at what she saw. Was she too late?
It was clear that the war had taken many lives on both sides. Starting to walk northward, her boots would crunch down over the bones of the deceased. Some had been blown beyond recognition, fire having eaten away at their flesh. After walking a few more paces, she spotted a burnt cloth that was still fluttering from the ground. Crouching slightly she tried to pick it up. It was a Neumauen flag, half of it having been burnt. She smoothed the fabric with her hand and then raised it in the air, before letting the wind catch it. As though an unseen hand took it, the remnant simply floated off into the air. A symbol perhaps.
A buzzing sound came from Amelia’s wrist, and she flicked on the comms. “Incoming…”
“Unidentified Craft, you have clearance to land at these coordinates. Be warned, you were dead when you entered our sights. Make the best of your life.”
Amelia’s head was bowed as she heard the communication. The voice was unmistakable. Lifting her chin ever slightly, Amelia responded.
“What is life? What is death? All I know is that time is eternal. I wish only a brief few moments of your time, Constantine.” Yes, she said his name. Her voice had a certain British sound to it. She kept walking as she lowered her arm, and no doubt she believed he could still hear her.
“You think the enemy is on the ground. I hate to say this, but what you are about to face is far greater than anything the Emperor has come up against before. Not Xenos, nor demon. I come with a warning, one I hope you will heed.”
She then stopped in the middle of the field of death. Dressed like that of a Fifteenth century pirate maiden. Tall knee high boots, and a fancy frilly bustier and petticoat, covered by a crushed velvet coat. Curly red hair sat upon her shoulders. She wore twin steam punk styled revolvers, and in her hand…a simple looking metallic screw driver.
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KingFalthosHellbore: – As the craft came to land, his eyes had stared hard and long at the primitive vessel that he had allowed to live. His boots crunched beneath the earth, indiscriminately stepping onto the bones of the dead. He halted short. His six foot, broad muscled features were seen beneath the armor he wore, as well as the gothic regalia he wore. What she would find lacking, would be medals, perhaps a laurel to distinguish rank and office, but no commendations, nor medals, awards, nothing. Stripped as if almost bare of anything more than rank. His hands remained at his sides, the metal gauntlets thrummed with power, as if waiting to unleash the power-wreathed talons that remained dormant in their casings. His voice resonated first with a click, signalling that he was to speak.
“You are brave, to come here. Life is in the service to the Emperor, and only in Death, does Duty End. We have seen the enemy, and we remain vigilant. I will hear you out, merely for humor of your brave decision. You clearly have not come to fight me, therefore I have the right to not execute you were you stand.” he turned his head, with a nod, letting his retinue know to withdraw a respective distance. As they withdrew silently, their eyes never leaving the stranger, they vanished into the fog. He turned his head back to regard the woman.
“What, Great enemy, seeks its Death this day? And being as you seem to know quite a lot about what we have faced, then prey tell, What exactly is more fearsome, then the Demonic, or the Xenos that corrupt this soil?”
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CharlotteCarrendar: – Watching with eyes the purest shade of green, the man she had traveled across the spanses of time appeared before her, his own boots breaking the very bones of the dead just as she had done. This was no man’s land. It was a place where the leaders of sides could discuss the battle plans, but this was not about the battle for a nation, but rather….for the very universe itself. Of course, Captain Amelia bore no medals, or ribbons of honor. She had not ever taken anything from the worlds she had visited but knowledge. She regarded the oncoming figure of Constantine with a somewhat gentle expression. While he was intimidating, with both size and the ever present hum of his metal gauntlets, Amelia kept her own feeling buried, for this was not about her.
“Be it bravery or sheer stupidity, it is my duty as a time lord to warn the unsuspecting when danger has reached a point that is obviously beyond their level of understanding.” She was not trying to belittle the Commander, but more or less exercise her point of standing in such a precarious position. Listening to the man speak of what possible great enemy could be far greater than the demonic or Xenos, the Captain merely raised her arm and pointed with her finger to a large black halo image in the sky.
“I understand that you have a war to win, Constantine, but what if I were to tell you, the war was lost far before you had even begun.” If he had seen the tear for himself, be that this may have been the first time he took notice, he might take the Captain more seriously.
“I have been to this same planet many hundreds of times, Constantine. This planet or what you are experiencing now, is actually not at all what it seems. The very same planet exists on another plane of existence that is not suffering war…or the threat of invasion. A tear in time, my friend. There is a man…or rather one that seeks to destroy…all of time. That tear…is the beginning of the end of your universe.”
Amelia stared at the Commander, and waited for his reaction. Would he believe her?
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KingFalthosHellbore: – He heard her speach. Granted, his stoic expression that lingered behind his mask, unamused and unimpressed would simply stare, as if a machine to the same monotonous task repeated time and time again. He would move to remove his mask, the skulled visage falling from his pale features, as duel-scarred and yet as stoney as they appeared, his features were hardly a grim expression. His blue-ish grey eyes, almost as mirthless as the surface of the planet he hailed from, stared to her. He would begin to walk closer, almost coming within arms reach with her. His voice uttered out in, what a primal, unbridled force would speak as, like that as if the very elements themselves communicated through his voice “Look around you. War, is Everywhere. You speak of separate planes, alternate universes. Madness. However. I am not in a position to not believe ones madness. I have fought, and killed both enemy and kin. Do you know, the debt we all carry from birth? We owe the Emperor a blood debt. You dare come to me, to tell me there is a greater enemy than those that betrayed us millenia ago? You come to my doorstep, proclaiming apocalyptic madness, and expect me to believe it?”
He stared long and hard into her eyes, as if a predator seeking its prey. He then would say “Who are you? And what Enemy do you speak of. What man, is capable of such power and why hasn’t he been destroyed?”
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CharlotteCarrendar: – The Captain approached the Commander, with her head held high. She had lived a long time, met with all manners of men, leaders, Gods, or those who proclaimed to be…and had even met the Emperor himself. Amelia listened to the Commander speak at her as though she was being disrespectful, even though she truly wasn’t. When he had asked her the question she knew was coming, she then stopped bare inches from his face.
“I am Captain Amelia Fairweather. I am…a Time lord. I existed long before you, and will so, long after you are gone. Even the Emperor knows my name, as I do yours.” She stared him down, no trace of humor or even emotion on her face. He would see her for exactly what she was; a guardian of time.
“The man I speak of is known simply as the Master. He has been to the other planet that carries this name, and he seeks to bring about its end. Why? Because he is the corrupt. He has no leader, nor does he care for the whims of any people or government. He seeks to watch worlds burn, regardless of who is responsible.”
Pointing up at the tear, which in behind had nothing but a sheer black discolouration, the Captain then looked back at Constantine. “That is what he has been waiting for. The rift has been opened, and it is getting bigger. While you wage war in the Emperor’s name, the Master is waging war on you all!” The last part was said with an almost impassioned plea. Amelia’s face became grim. “I came simply to make you open your eyes, Constantine.”
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KingFalthosHellbore: – With her last words he turned on heel and began to walk away. He had heard enough of her prattle to last him a life-time. However, he stopped. Almost as if ordered to a halt. He turned his head slightly back to regard her “You met with the Emperor…” he said, his voice, for a moment, softened. His head bowed slightly, however, not so much as to regard reservation. “Tell me then, Amelia. Do you think, that he could forgive my kin, for their misdeeds, during the Heresy?…Do you think, that were he here, standing with us, to lead us into battle..Do you think, he would smile upon us?” His question was personal, however, He turned more to regard her “We have fought. Endured for thousands of years, by Faith alone. The only thing we seek, is to die in his name. To repay the blood debt we owe, to use our lives in Service to Him Enthroned on Earth. You came here, to open my eyes. Tell me then, Captain..Why do you call upon his Sons?” He would stare at her, as if they were the only to people here on this planet. His stature still stood strong, but rather, he felt humbled, almost touched by the mere thought of this being, this woman, whether her words proven blasphemous or truth, told him of the Emperor.
“We came to liberate this planet. Called upon by the Scourge Eagles to serve in glorious battle, to free this planet from its Demonic taint and to restore balance and order. This, Master you speak of. He is a threat if what you say is true. If a power like this is to be taken down, then through unity it will have to be brought. As much as I loathe this, and as much as my very blood seems to revolt against what my very soul tells me to do, I will stand down and unite against this Master. And I will be ready, with his death in my hands.”
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CharlotteCarrendar: – At first Amelia was dissapointed to see Constatine turn away from her. Had her words all been for naught? But as she was about to just let him walk back to his units, he stopped. Her brow creased as he looked over his shoulder. A second thought perhaps. “You met the Emperor..” Amelia nodded twice, and her face remained unmoved. Was he now beginning to understand that she was far older than she looked. Few are granted audience with someone like the Emperor. Constantine then had a series of question, his curiosity had been heightened now. This was a moment in his life he may well not forget. She listened. Like a child, he opened up to her in the way that was almost endearing. Genuine about what she knew, what she felt the Emperor would feel about his Krieg, his children. In effect that is exactly what they were. They lived their lives to die for him, to fufill the blood oath, and to be of service to see the Emperor’s right to rule live on through the ages.
“You ask me why I call upon you, Constantine. It is simple. You are a son of the Emperor. If there is anyone on this earth that can fight against a true evil than it is you all. While the Xenos would easily be tricked by the Master’s games and offers to appease to their core values; debauchery and corruption, the Krieg would see through such attempts.”
At this point, Amelia approached Constantine in a totally different light. He wanted to know what the Emperor would think, what his reaction would be to the countless battles they had fought in his name.
“It would be wrong of me, to say what the Emperor would think. However, knowing him as I did he would smile upon you. You have lived and died in his name for thousands of years.. The ultimate gift to the Emperor, without question. You honor him. You and your brothers.” She said simply.
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KingFalthosHellbore : – Constantine stood for a long period of time in silence, whilst the guns thundered and roared in the background, the dull hum of such power, was only a whisper to his ears. Her words, struck in him a soft point, perhaps the only soft point he ever had known. Though he never saw the Emperor in person, but perhaps in dreams, in thoughts and in prayers, he had longed to fight by his side. To show him, that the 901st had been worthy enough to fight by him, that they, in the end times, would stand with him, and loyally battle the forces of Chaos that sought to consume all known existence. He looked up, and the years seemed to not look so kind upon him. He said, in a voice that was more menacing then when he would shout. He spoke, his voice calm, almost father-like.
“We have Endured. For ten-thousand years, besieged on all sides, from within and outside the Imperium. From Heretics to Xenos, to the Daemons of the Warp. The Imperium of Mankind has endured. From the men I have led, to the lives I have taken. I am reminded of exactly why we fight, and what we fight for…Amelia. My men and I will stand by your side, not for your sake…But for the Emperor. I have faith, that were he here now, He would think of the lives of many, over the selfishness of the few…” he paused a moment, clenching his jaw a few times, almost as if collecting his thoughts. “We will. Take this world. Peacefully, or Forcibly. But we will give it a brighter future, than to fall to the darkness we endured, millenia ago. We will give it a fighting chance, to be a candle light in the darkness, to make way for a future, that the Emperor gave his own life to achieve. We will march to the very end, and achieve the dream the Emperor forsaw. A United Galaxy, Free of the corruption of Chaos and of the Barbaric Xenos.. And I promise, by my hands, and my successors…We will keep, these people safe, from the dangers, Within, And Without…” he would turn his back to her, moving to seal his mask over his face once more, the very same grinning skull visage he wore to battle countless times before. His voice, amplified through the vox-speaker of such a mask, roared into life with his next words.
“Stand down! Reconsolidate within the Command Bunker!” The fog that had surrounded them, came to move way to the massed bodies that all held their las-rifles at the stranger. Hundreds of Kriegers, their very skulled masks glinting in the light with a dull hue that could have only come from fighting as hard as they did. The dark lenses that made for their eyes, peered like that of statues towards the figure, only at the command of the General, did they move to stand down, becoming at ease before shuffling back into the fog of war. Constantine had marched no further, than six feet before he said “If we are to make war with the Emperor’s enemies, You might want to tell our neighbors that they should likewise, understand the importance of this cause. Otherwise, We may very well repay our blood debt earlier than anticipated.”
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CharlotteCarrendar:- From a field on which many a dead man lay with the pounding sounds of artillery and rocket fire, there stood two souls. Both had seen and lived many a life though really it was just one. Amelia could understand without a doubt that the Commander spoke with honest truth to what he had endured and seen over the many years, no..the ten thousand years that the Imperium of Man had fought and won. All in the Emperor’s name. The strong held belief that they paid their blood oath on the rise and fall of ever sun. They did so without regret or ounce of thought for self. It was actually quite profound to hear the Commander speak so openly. Had this been a different time a different place.
She watched him with a touch of melancholy as he turned away and replaced what was his own scarred face with that of the grinning skull mask. All trace of humanity vanishing within the blink of an eye. That was the face his foe would see before they took their last breathe. To be haunted till reaching their maker or cast into the void from which they came.
The Captain had achieved a small win for now. The Imperium would fight along side her when it came to the threat of the Master and the rift in time. Now she had a bigger job ahead. Informing those that were bunkered down in the city and foothills of Lorewall. No doubt they would be harder to talk to. She knew that Xenos existed beyond the trenches, and she also knew that they would be reluctant to just lay down arms after all they had lost so far. Tugging at her hat, which had fallen back slightly due to the gusts of wind and debris that swirled in from the north, she heard the parting words of the Commander as he returned to his post.
“If we are to make war with the Emperor’s enemies, You might want to tell our neighbors that they should likewise, understand the importance of this cause. Otherwise, We may very well repay our blood debt earlier than anticipated.”
“Understood, Constantine. I only hope they are wise in counsel as you have been. In the Emperor’s name.”
She had respect now for him, and for his cause. Hearing the loud whir of her TARDIS as it flew overhead, she reached up and caught the lower rungs of the rope ladder that had been lowered. With a bounce of step she lifted off the ground, and started her climb back up to the massive air ship with large Chinese like sails. On reaching the sides, she swung a leg over and her steam powered droids brought up the rope ladder from below. Taking a deep breath, she put in the order.
IceTe3a: His hues following her slowly as she offered him a drink of blood, a slight smirk from her next comment as he grunted “Playing coy are we.. Valencia? “ his eyes flickered around the room as all the other female vampires had left as per her orders. “Every fort has its weaknesses Valencia… Would you like me to attack your grand city to show you the flaws? “ he smirked as his head turned as she started to walk around him, he continued to keep an eye on him whilst she circled him “ There would be more than one den, and who knows how many Weres, I came to ask if you were to do anything. Nothing more, Nothing less Valencia” he knew exactly what she really wanted as the back of her hand caressed the right side of his face, his hues glance into hers unfazed at all, allowing her to linger for but a moment before he brushed her off. He walked over to the table that sat centre in the room as he leaned back against it, his arms folded over his chest. “The treaty states we are not allies but under a long peace. We will not help you in any war, In saying that Valencia.. Don’t give me wrong reason to come back here” he glanced over at her, as he left it to her to understand his threat. “if you know of the wolves at your door then my work is done here, I’ll take my leave. Unless we have anything else to bring to the table” slowly he scanned to room wondering if the other female vampires were around, it wasn’t smart of him to walk in alone and unarmed in a castle full of female Vampires, but he didn’t worry.
Vlad watched as his eyes glowed a bright red, suddenly the old female vampire exploded leaving a bloody puddle on the floor. The crowd started to wonder off as the entertainment had finally finished, people wondered back to their usual jobs leaving Vlad standing there watching the elf s he could hear her breath. His eyes flickered to the Warg as he smirked, walking up to Cali he passed the Warg as she gave him one sniff and noting he had Xo’s scent on him. “Quite a display of power, elf. No doubt you’re with the White wolf? “ he chuckled as his fingers briskly clawed through the Wargs fur, she let of a murmur as she was enjoying the pat. Obviously Mersa knew Vlad was a friend of Xo’s from the strong scent coming from him, she could smell him but not his blood so she had obviously put two and two together. “You keep what you kill in this town, take what wears you want from the old hags shop then come visit me at my blacksmith, I’m sure you’ll find something useful in there” He then left her in the street as he walked back to his shop, wondering just what her story was. He overheard her asking about a male’s location and caught the entire convocation between the two, she obviously lost someone dear and was searching for him, perhaps with the White Wolfs help. Opening his door, it swung casually as he entered it closed behind him. Taking up his usual spot behind the counter on the chair, his legs sprawled up on the counter itself as he picked up his usual book that he had read thousands of times before, was this elf White Wolfs replacement lover? Did the other half know about this new female? Oh so many a question, such drama; this was getting interesting.
CharlotteCarrendar:- Valencia cooed softly as Xo accused her of playing coy. Naturally she was one that knew how to turn on the charm when she wanted too. The room was now eerie as it fell silent as the other vampires knew it was not wise to interrupt the Queen as she tried to groom the Witcher to fall for her charms. She even chewed her bottom lip and let out a light chuckle, which sounded oddly menacing with her deep accent. The Queen’s body language was like that of a snake, moving in a fluid fashion before him, trying to silently entice him with her womanly wiles. She listened as he made mention of how every fort had a weakness. That he would be willing to show her the City’s flaws as proof that he was not one to be trifled with. The Queen didn’t stop in her circling. She found his word play to be filled with double meanings.”What is your weakness, my Witcher? I am sure you could lay waste to my city if you so wished. But I am far more interested in you.” Stopping only when the Witcher mentioned the Were’s again, she rolled her eyes as though the thought of the Were doing anything was boring. She much rather feast forever on the Witcher’s rich blood. Watching the Witcher walk towards a table, then spin and lean against it with his arms folded, the Queen tilted her head back and forth and then with a very wicked grin, she said simply. ”If the Were came near, I happen to know that my army would fell them all within a day, and I would never be short of a rug in the many rooms of my castle.” So sure was she that her army was up to stop the Were menace if she should give the order. Slowly she started to close the distance between them and draped her arms around his neck. The Queen’s tongue slithered out of her mouth –ripe and red in colour. She licked the Witcher’s neck in one slow move of her head. Valencia growled playfully, as her nails dragged across the back of his neck and settled on his shoulders. ”Wars are boring. I’d rather talk about you…and me.” Her eyebrows wiggled as she shimmied against his chest with her ample bosom.
Cali shot a look over her shoulder as she heard the approach of the Vampire named Vlad. The market village had more or less returned to normal as the fight between the Blood Elf and the merchant Vampire ended. The oozing remains of the merchant seeped into the very earth and left behind nothing but her stall and slaves. The mundane blood slaves all cowered thinking they were going to be next – their cries grew quiet on the arrival of Vlad. He commented that she had shown a great deal of power in dispatching of the old vampire, and Cali merely shrugged. She cared not for the old woman, only what she could tell her about her lost husband. No doubt you’re with the White wolf? “ Strapping her pole arm on her back, the Blood elf nodded. ”Aye, I am. What is it to you?” Course, she had no idea about the friendship between Vlad and Xo so her question was an obvious one. She turned and stepped out from under the Warg, who was growling happily from Vlad’s pat. “You keep what you kill in this town, take what wears you want from the old hags shop then come visit me at my blacksmith” Watching him walk away, Cali quickly glanced at the stall which was mainly cloth and fine scarves. Bundling up a few into a larger cloak, she tied it off and hung it off her polearm, before walking over to the blacksmith’s shop. ”Come on, Warg.” Cali said, thinking the Warg may follow her. Reaching the door, she opened it taking a quick look to see if she was being followed then entered. <3>
IceTea: He arched a brow as he felt her slowly brush up against him, her fingers slowly caressing his body as his eyes never left hers, he was used to her touch it was nothing new to him. As she asked what his weakness was he chuckled “I wasn’t bred with weakness, only power. “ he could feel her body pressed against her as she said how easily her army of a few thousand vampires would destroy the Were’s with ease. He chuckled as he arched a brow “Oh.. but of course “as he felt her nails grazing his back, her tongue found his neck but that’s as close as she would ever get to tasting him. As his hands wrapped around her gently “ You and your kind may be dwindling in numbers.. but you’re strong” he smirked as he slowly lowered her down onto the floor on her back, as he came down on his knees over her his eyes looking into hers as he smirked, with a slide of the hand a silver dollar appears in between his fingers “What’s.. One were.. right? Compared to your army “ he smirked and dropped the silver dollar as it fell down, hitting her skin as it singed her and bounced off from the impact. He chuckled as he arched a brow, now two silver dollars in between his fingers “Or two… weres he does the same thing, they fell, singed and bounced off as he chuckled again. His hand now empty as he closed it, holding it above her “How about.. a thousands weres.. as he opened his palm slightly his eyes were glowing a bright yellow he was obviously using magic, as silver dollars starts to pour out of his hand, falling down and resting on her skin as it started to burn her “Or ten thousand weres.. Your army can handle ten thousand.. right?” the flow of the falling coins starts to increase as more and more fell down covering her, smoke starts to rise as his eyes never left hers “What about.. a hundred thousand were’s “ as her body was almost engulfed in silver dollars leaving only her eyes and mouth uncovered as the dollars continued to fall he got up and stood next to her “If you can’t handle a few thousand silver dollars, how’s your army supposed to handle a hundred thousand weres? You will be overrun by sheer numbers. His eyes stopped glowing as the silver dollars vanish leaving her without a mark, it was a illusion spell he used on her when she got close to him, a slight smirk against his lips as he arched a brow [b] “It seems to me Queen.. you’re in more trouble than you think, and how are you to tame me when you deep in your neck with Were’s? I shall take my leave now. “ he turned as he left her laying on the floor, he started to walk towards the front door.
A short amount of time passed as he was waiting for the elf to come into the shop, he glanced around his shop taking note of different styles of weaponry and different styles of making each weapon was hung up on the wall, among armors and clothing styles he had made. He smirked as he was proud of his crafts, hearing the door open as he watched the elf look behind her checking no one was following he chuckled slightly to himself as he watched her enter the store“Welcome to my shop, feel free to browse around. No doubt you have questions.” his eyes glanced up to hers as he smirked before glancing back down to his book and continued to read. “And yes, I made everything you see. “ : Mersa watched as Cali walked into the shop, she grunted slightly as she walked to the shop herself and laid down right in front of the shop, she was guarding the front door making sure no one would enter and disturb them, with a slight yawn she lazily drifted off to sleep.
CharlotteCarrendar:- On a mountain road about a day’s ride away, a lone being walked the dusty trail that led from a neighbouring mundane enclave. With a heavy purse, the female had done her duty and been paid handsomely for dispatching the den of thieves that had plagued a city port to near ruin. She had left Xo’s side some months before, and now was on the trail to be reunited with her bonded mate. Long nights by campfires and days spent alone on the hunt had left her longing to be by his side and fight with him. Words and whispers had spoke of the Witcher on the road to the Vampire kingdom, no doubt there was troubles in that land and sure enough if Eryda knew her mate, the Queen would be about to sink her teeth into him if given the chance. With flowing red hair that was swept from her shoulders as she walked, the female Witcher was about to find more than just her mate. A lot more.
Within the Queen’s castle, Valencia’s plans to make the Witcher her new addition weren’t exactly going to plan. At first she thought that luck was on her side, when he laid her down on the floor – her black hair spilling out and creating a frame around her face as she grinned at his words that complimented her kind on strength. Naturally, she could only think of her on wants at this point and not be trifled with facts and numbers on the cost of war. However, it was when he made a silver dollar drop from his hand and singe her skin, that the smile soon evaporated. Her eyes darkened, while he brought out two more coins, dropping them on her so that each time she was burnt by the precious metal. ”STOP THAT!” A loud hiss emitting from between her lips, while her voice grew louder. Suddenly, there was that bright shine of yellow in his eyes and then more and more silver dollars appeared. Raining down in a torrent, that had her burning and screaming wildly. The Queen screamed and cried out as the silver coins were about to consume her whole. His magic had truly bewitched her into believing that this torture was real. Smoke, the smell of burning flesh was ripe and the Queen soon got the message that the silver dollars were to be likened to the Were invasion should it happen. Her arms raised up out of the coin deluge and she bared her fangs in defiance, as the coins all but stopped and vanished. The Witcher got up from where he had been kneeling and the Queen had to compose herself before she did the same. Her hands quickly running over her body, her face for scars. Eyes of the darkest red blazed as she rose from her place on the floor to standing. In the blink of an eye she went from being behind him to blocking his exit at the door. ”That…was not nice.” Valencia snarled, her temper truly frayed. ”I offer you a life of luxury as my personal servant and you do your wicked tricks.” It was clear that the Queen had not quite given up on her desires, but she did come to reason with him about the Weres. ”My kind did not start some kind of war to make the Were increase their number. If they had wanted to attack, they would have. Has it occurred to you, that perhaps they are after…something else?’ She did of course mean the mundane kingdoms. Would he buy it? Was she being honest in this moment of high tension?
Looking over the many weapons on display at the Black smith’s shop, she reached out and ran her finger along one long sword that took her fancy. Not normally one to wield such a weapon, it was well crafted, and had lettering on it she had not ever seen before. Each weapon she came to note had been crafted as though each had a special signature, a special kind of magic added. Hearing the Warg enter the shop then settle, the blood elf started to feel more at ease. She reached for the long sword, and then held it with her right hand, slowly swinging it through the air. ”You do beautiful work. I am impressed. Not seen this sort of weaponry before. Are you self taught?’ The blood elf was genuinely intrigued, and waited for his answer. <3>
IceTe3a: – She appeared before his eyes as he arched a brow she was now blocking his way out as he chuckled, shaking his head at her statement “And you think you of all people can tame me? I am spoken for. “ he folds his arms on his chest again as he waits for her to move, then she starts talking about the Weres as he breaks out into a laughter “Now you want to discuss the were’s? Please, The mundane are nothing more than food for Were’s everyone knows you’re their mortal enemy. You either did something to provoke them, or they are prepping to finally kill you. he turned on his heels and paced around the hall for a moment before spinning back to face her “Now.. You saw what I did earlier, get out of my way” glancing around he arched a brow “You will never have me, and there isn’t enough of your females in this castle to take me down forcefully. So one last time.. Move or have at me. “
Looking up from his book as he watched her pick up a long sword that he had crafted, a slight smirk as he raised a brow“Indeed I am, I believe the weapon.. creates itself and chooses its wielder, That.. is Nex the blade of a thousand souls. Its magic is yet to be unlocked, only when it’s true master claims it, will it show its true form and power. He smirked wondering if she knew each weapon was made for only one person that the weapon chooses the bearer. He arched a brow as he noticed the warg sitting in his shop, with flick of his wrists a slab of meat flies out from the back room and down towards the Warg, as he watches her happily chew on it. [b] “And yourself, looking for someone..? A husband I believe, Queen of the Mundane, a female mage. “ he knew she would want more information off him, but it would cost her, and cost her dearly. As his eyes looked down towards his book as if he said it in causal talk.
CharlotteCarrendar:- The Vampire Queen was pretty confident that she could tame the Witcher, but of course half the fun was in the chase and as of yet she had not been successful. There was something about the Witcher that had the Queen entranced and so she did her best every time they came to meet to try and woo him to her bed. When Xo mentioned that he was spoken for, the Queen actually tipped her head back and laughed. ”Eryda? The red Witcher? Please, if she was yours…where is she?” Valencia glanced around then pouted. ”I heard she would much rather fill her own purse with gold, than fill your sheets.” As much as the Witcher wanted to torment her about the Weres and their reasons for building up their army, she did the same about the Witcher’s mate. But the Queen was holding back. She wanted the Witcher more than just for what he could give her by way of blood, but also in protecting her and her kingdom from a menace like the Weres. Knowing that they were playing out a game of tactical chess, the Queen moved away from the door, and ran her hand along what was a Were hide that was tacked to the wall. ”So I might have killed the Alpha’s mate….for fun. How was I to know they would get upset. I mean, surely he has plenty of females and wouldn’t miss one. Hmm?” She glanced back at the Witcher with an evil look on her face. ”I won’t lie. The world would be far better off without the Weres around. It would smell a lot better.” she joked, before letting out a sigh. ”Now stop being so difficult and just give love a chance.” The Queen was one stubborn bitch.
Listening to the Black Smith, Cali was soon to learn that each of the weapons on display were unique to the others. Each one was not made for public purchase but rather the weapon chose the owner. How odd, the Blood elf thought. Setting the sword back up on the shelf, she then snapped her head around, when the Black smith said he knew what she was looking for or rather who. ..? A husband I believe, Queen of the Mundane, a female mage. “ Cali near jumped out of her skin. This was even more information than the old merchant had. The black smith returned to reading his book, and this was when Cali took out the satchel of dragon’s blood. She set it down on his table and opened the bag slightly. ”Please, tell me what you know. What has become of my husband?’ <3>
IceTe3a:- He smirks slightly as she had tried to use his wife against him, arching a brow as he watched her slowly move towards a pelt “You will not anger me with your taunts, call upon your females let them at me and see what happens”as he examined the pelt while she stroked it he heard her say it was the alpha’s female, he shook his head and sighed“Then you have doomed yourself. The packs won’t stand for that, no doubt every den around is massing an army against you.” he thought about his next step he knew she wouldn’t let him leave and he was unarmed so he couldn’t threaten her with weaponry as he sighed slightly. “ Love? Being a slave or food is not love. Besides, we both know I already have a Love and if she were here.. Let’s just say I’m the kinder out of the two of us” he smirked as he was fed up with her games, his eyes glowed yellow once more “Now either have at me or attempt to feed me to your masses of females otherwise get out of my way.. this time his tone was more serious, the threat was real this time.
Vlad watched as she put the sword back arching a brow as he knew she would leave this shop with one of his fine weaponry but which one would choose her was another question. He smirked as she looked shocked, almost running over and dumping a satchel of dragons blood on his desk, he chuckled slightly as he glanced into the satchel “Im not like other vampires my dear.. Blood is not my craving.. he smirked as he looked her up and down for a moment, as he smiled while meeting her eyes “You look a strong dominate female.. My weakness.. these days is of the more physical side of life. After White Wolf blessed me from any weakness to silver “ it was true, Vlad loved dominate females like most vampire males but his love for it was something stronger than the others he truly loved it and loved it rough. He wondered just how far she would go to get what she needed, “ Complete your task.. Treat me like you would him but.. rougher.. and I shall be an open book” he smirked as he came to a stand and shut the book he was reading with a loud thud, it disappeared in a cloud of black smoke as he raised his hand, the smoke showing a image of a male elf like her bound in chains, this was a real viewing of the elf. Vlad had the ability to see other places from a distance and even show others what was happening as the cloud of smoke disappeared so did the image of her husband. “Well?” he arched a brow.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Valencia was growing tired of the games and in the back of her mind, she knew that it was her irresponsible actions that angered the Weres to want to amass such a large army. But being the Vampire Queen, she also believed she was above such worries of what killing one female were could do. The Witcher was right however, and she had no one but herself to blame for what was coming, and it would come regardless of whether the Witcher was there or not. She ripped her hand away from the Were pelt and now showed her true nature. ”Eryda is not here, and I am sure she is many leagues away too busy fighting her own battles, than to worry about you.” You could actually see the mask of beauty starting to be replaced by something far more hideous. Spite and bile were rising as the Queen showed her inner being. ”I grow tired of your insolence. You had your chance to be by my side. Now…you can be a meal for my ladies in waiting. GIRLS…HE’S ALL YOURS!” From out of every shadow, the many hundreds of female vampires descended on the room, some appearing from mist, others materializing out from behind the vast pillars. All were wild and foul looking. This was turning into a nightmare, with over two hundred for the Witcher to fight off, as the Queen laughed manically from her throne. ”That’s right Ladies…a true feast. A Witcher’s blood is eternal.”
High in the hills, the sounds of the Queen’s laughter echoed through Eryda’s mind as she came to a stop and closed her eyes. In meditation, she could see her beloved surrounded by many vampire maidens all set to attack him at the Queen’s orders. Eryda’s eyes snapped open, and she whistled loudly. A large dark horse appeared from over the hill, and Eryda ran up alongside it and gripped it’s mane, swinging her leg over and mounting the horse in a trice. With a kick to the horse’s flank the red haired Witcher sped off towards the Vampire kingdom…to save her mate from the Queen’s clutches.
Cali’s face was one of shock when the Black Smith named his price for information that would help her find her husband. What she didn’t count on was that he would rather that she dominated him in a physical way, than accept the dragon’s blood for payment. This was something the Blood Elf would never have considered since she was bound to her mate, her beloved, though she was starting to become addicted to the Witcher’s life force. The Blood elf’s hand slowly drew back the satchel of dragon’s blood now that she knew that was not enough to barter for her husband’s whereabouts. Seeing the mist like image of a blood elf in chains only made the situation worse. “ Complete your task.. Treat me like you would him but.. rougher.. and I shall be an open book” The Vampire slammed the book shut as he made his point known. You could see the Blood elf trying to weigh up if it was worth the price he wanted. She was not some woman that sold her body for gain or profit, but this was different. He was using her love for her mate as the bargaining chip. ”Well” Raising her head, she unclipped her cloak, which suddenly fell to the floor, revealing her very bold attire, that left little to the imagination.”Warg…guard the door.” she said over her shoulder to the beast that lay just a short distance away enjoying some meat. The green eyes of the Blood Elf settled once more upon the Vampire. ”We have a deal.” Cali gripped the table that he had sat behind and tossed it out of the way, leaving the way free to approach him. The Blood Elf pushed him down upon his back onto the floor of his shop. She was about to show him just how rough a Blood Elf could be. <3>
IceTe3a: A simple smirk as he stood there, his demonic like eyes glancing casually into hers although he was smiling his face showed not one ounce of emotion, even when she was feeding on him he was rather calm for someone having their life force stolen. She took his hand with a firm grip giving it a shake confirming the deal verbally, letting go he nodded his head as he turned and glanced at Mersa, give a sideward nod she came to a stand with a yawn as her large fangs flashed. “Right.. We should go to the nearest town.. Drakenwood, it’s a small town on the edge of the dark forest.. Not many people live there and not many visit. Though we need to resupply” He started walking past her, he knew these woods like the back of his hand, finding his way around was easy for him. “This way.” He simply said, thinking just where the female Witcher ~ She’s in these lands somewhere~ he thought to himself as he sighed, looking up at the sky the sun was slowly setting, as it started to get slowly darker, the fog would soon set in with a cold chill. : Meanwhile in Drakenwood, the town was settling down for the afternoon, traders from all over were slowly packing up their stalls for the night as the local shops starts to close shop. People of Drakenwood knew they had to close up early for this town was under a curse.., people barred their doors closed for the night as well as their windows. The brave or the stupid risked the night walk to the pub, in which their door was always closed and heavily guarded. “ARRGHH!!!!… THERE COMING!! “ A young man was noticed running down the main street of Drakenwood, screaming in horrible fear as he gripped his freshly torn arm, blood was flowing freely out of the wound as people of Drakenwood screamed in fear. “They’re never this early?! What’s changed!!! INSIDE INSIDE NOW!! “ people dropped what they were doing and ran for the closest doors, a distant howl could be heard as it echoed through the afternoon light, *AARGH!!!!!* a person’s voice screaming in pain cut the howling, doors slamming as the traders from other towns ran to seek shelter in the tavern “ They’re smart… they have figured out we go into hiding!! We’re doomed!! “ people were agreeing with the fearful man “Shut it!! They’ll hear you… now have a drink” the barkeep insisted as a hasty hush came through the tavern, people were weary of how hard they placed their glasses down on the table.
CharlotteCarrendar: – While not totally comfortable to be in the company of the Witcher and his female Warg, the Blood elf was feeling replenished from the feeding off the Witcher. He didn’t even seem fazed that she had just tried to drain his life force, due to his never ending supply. How he basically powered back up again shortly after was unusual for any creature. The Witcher knew the right way to go, and then mentioned that they should go to the nearest town of Drakenwood. Now, the name didn’t mean anything to Cali, and she simply followed in behind him as he took the lead. A slight glance at the large Warg to make sure she didn’t get too close to the mountainous wolf – Cali kept a respectful distance. Hearing that not many people lived there gave Cali the idea that it was more of a hamlet than a town. So long as they could stock up on supplies, that was all that mattered. With her pole arm in hand, Cali walked at a brisk pace. Not sure of the time of day, she noticed that the sky was growing darker by the second. Her head tilted up as she surveyed the sky – the movement of the clouds which was faster than normal. The air had a bitter chill like bite to it and there was the first signs of fog up ahead. ”Is it normally like this?’ The Blood elf asked, sensing that the change in weather was more supernatural than a normal phenomenon. <3>
IceTe3a: Walking through the Dark forest he was keeping a weathered eye on his surroundings making sure nothing was about, as Mersa did the same, she was walking on his left hand side right near him with a slight growl and sniff every now and then. She knew as well as he did just how bad the Dark woods were, as they travelled along he heard the elf ask about the weather “yes.. It’s the dark woods, night falls the fog sets in and the creatures come out with the cold”Things moved through the shadows with ease, it wasn’t hard to know they weren’t alone it was to be expected. As he fell silent for awhile in the walk, they were about half way to Drakenwood when he broke the silence “You plan to leave once you have your husband, right? he was curious more than anything, as Mersa sniffed the air and growled, he gave her head a reassuring pat as he knew just what dangerous creatures were most likely roaming around out here. “We need to not draw to much attention to ourselves, or we may risk our lives” he said simply as he continued to look far ahead and to his left and right every now and then. The Scent coming off Mersa would hide their own scent and keep most unwanted predators away, as a Warg was feared by most.
CharlotteCarrendar: – It was an honest question that the Witcher asked of the Blood Elf, as they made their way through the darkened wood. Did she plan to leave once she had her husband back? As she walked along, she nodded in affirmation. ”Tis why I am here. To find him and hopefully bring him home.” It wasn’t lost on her that many creatures were now moving about in the dark and cold – she could almost get a sense of the many signatures of the various creatures. Their life forces giving off a distinct aura that illuminated to her sight. On reflection of what she just said, she continued. ”We do not belong in this world. I have a rune – a single one that can take us both back to our world. I plan to use it when he is found.” She reached into her pocket and wrapped her fingers around the rune. The enchanted rune that was her one way ticket back home. Releasing the rune, she could hear the Warg sniffing loudly and growling at what could be other night creatures. ”Your Warg seems unsettled.” They still had a bit to go as far as reaching Drakenwood, but would they come across a new foe on that trek to the small township? <3>
IceTe3a; – He nods as he heard her state she had a way to take her and her husband home, it was exactly as he thought it was. They continued walking through the large trees and forest as she stated that Mersa was seeming unsettled, he smirked slightly “That’s because she know’s what creatures lay in this dark abyss” Letting off a rather large howl Mersa continued it on for a few moments before she stopped and continued to walk by his side, he gave her another good pat “She’s warning other creatures to stay clear of her path” he smiled down to Mersa, eventually they were on the edge of the forest as Mersa’s head went down and started sniffing at the ground, she wandered off and he followed her. After a while he was lead to the freshly dead ripped and mangled corpse of a mundane. It looks like a wild beast had got this one and had its way with it “Whatever it was.. it was fast and had claws, you can tell by the wounds” He didn’t know that Drakenwood was under a curse of beasts, as no word had been sent out to any of the Witchers guilds in request for help. “Usually we’d be informed about such attacks, although sometimes the messenger never makes it”they finally made it out of the Dark Forest and crossed the empty field to the town of Drakenwood, his eyes wondered around. It wasn’t hard to notice most entry and exit points of every building was barred and sealed shut; it was basically a ghost town as night fell, although a shimmering light from the Tavern was the only source of life. “This town is under some sort of attack, we may find information and a job here. “ walking towards the tavern he didn’t bother asking the elf if she wanted to help take on the job as it was natural to him. He opened the door as a gasp from a few of the towns folk escaped their lips, his demonic hues looking around the inside of the tavern most of the townspeople and fellow travellers have taken refuge in the tavern for the night. “White wolf.. it’s a witcher.. look son white wolf” the whispers from the town folk could be heard with ease, they all knew who he was as he glanced back at Mersa, and she knew her spot as she laid down outside the door to keep guard. The men guarding the door had moved out of his way. “Finally a Witcher has come to save us from our curse!! Please..! Legendary white wolf!! Take the job and save our town!!” one of the towns folk said with a happy tone. He glanced back to the elf and nodded towards her “That’s up to her, she’s my current long term client… you deal with her if you want me “ he walked over to the bar and ordered a mug of ale, and pointed to his Warg asking the inn keep for any meat for Mersa as the young inn keeps boy ran outside quickly with a tray of slabs of meat for the Warg, running back in quickly with teary eyes.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The ravaged body of the Mundane was an unusual sight at first for the Blood Elf. Torn apart and ripped to shreds, the Mundane had suffered in its final moments. Cali knealt down and ran her fingers through some of the tears in the Mundane’s flesh, before checking the claw marks made by the attacking animal. Whatever it was that did this was big. Perhaps not as large as the Warg, but something just as ferocious. Cali raised her head slightly, her polearm resting in the dirt as she used it to lean on in her crouched position. ”My guess is that it is still in the vicinity. If it wanted a meal there would be virtually nothing left. Look? There is still meat on the bones.” Cali added. It was not like a beast that hunted its kill. This was something with a terrible hatred for the Mundanes. Pushing herself up to standing, she would leave the corpse behind, to follow the Witcher onward to Drakenwood. But on arriving at the township, it was clear that those that inhabited it were all in hiding. With the only light coming from the tavern, it was quick to assume that the people were in fear of whatever it was that attacked the Mundane. Shop after shop, home after home was dark and their doors locked. Passing through this there was an eerie sense of dread. A chill that came not just from the low temperature, but from the fear in the hearts of men. Entering the tavern, Cali’s thoughts on the matter were confirmed. Course, the townspeople were overjoyed to see the Witcher and the Warg. Hailing him as Legendary. He was obviously well known in these parts. Cali kept well back as the Witcher spoke with the people and the Inn keeper. They wanted to hire him to deal with the menace, but he explained he was already working for the Blood elf. As she felt the eyes of many turn to her, she shrugged and offered. ”My job can wait, I see you need him at the moment more than I.” She leaned against the wall, with her polearm in hand. She was not in the least bit interested in feeding on those present, since she had been allowed to feed on the Witcher. With unusual green eyes, she watched over those that fed the Warg and then ran away tearfully. Without a doubt, the Witcher was the one to save these people. <3>
IceTe3a: – He was watching the elf as she made up her mind, allowing the people to hire him to lift their curse. A roaring cheer came from within the tavern, people were overjoyed. They already knew his price and everyone would have to pitch in to meet it, as he took a sip out of his Ale “The dead, disappear in the morning don’t they?” he felt everyone watching him as the bar keep came to stand in front of him “Yes, you’d you know?! “ His Demonic like eyes almost started glowing as they flicked over to meet the eyes of the elf “You have a Warewolf’s den nearby, and by the sounds of it.. they’re recruiting “ he smirked as a gasp from the townspeople filled the room “Warewolves?! You’re kidding!! How can we be this unlucky “ Walking outside he passed right by the elf and stood next to his Warg, he knew the elf would be following up behind him “Warewolves are Large wolf like creatures.. in the form of a man, they stand on two legs instead of four, but can run faster on all four, increased strength, speed, senses and sharp claws and fangs… Silver or fire kills these beasts” he whistled at Mersa as she got up and ran off into the distance “I sent her to scout out for their den” the door for the Tavern closed as people were laughing and cheering. Walking into the centre of the road he glanced around the rooftops and dirt road, looking for tracks in which there were more than he could count “They frequent this place, nightly. We’ll need to destroy the den completely.” he glanced over to the elf and looked her up and down, hardly impressed with her “Can you handle that? “ he sighed slightly as he pulled out his pipe and stuffed it with tobacco
CharlotteCarrendar: – So that is what had taken down the Mundane. Werewolves. That explained what had happened to the body. It was not trying to kill the Mundane, but turn it. The corpse then coming back as a Werewolf. All those that died would be missing in the morning. No wonder the people were hiding indoors. With the Warg off already scouting for the scent of the den, the Blood Elf noticed the Witcher was now looking her up and down as if appraising her. The townspeople had hired him, hadn’t they? Now, he was looking at her as if to ask if she could handle this kind of beast. It was not something she was used to fighting, but she never ever turned down a good fight. Smirking, she scoffed at his question. ”Pretty sure I could.” she didn’t care what the locals thought of her joining in. So long as this got them moving on again to find her husband, she would do what was necessary to achieve that. Cali did have a question however. ”How many do you suspect are in these parts?’ <3>
IceTe3a: A simple smirk says it all as he lights his pipe up and takes a drag “Dunno, could be twenty, could be fifty, could be thousands by now. Depends how long it’s been going on for “ he doubt it was thousands as this town would be overrun by that point, he estimated the werewolves to be at least numbered in the thirties as he, let out a puff of smoke. It had been a few moments before Mersa checked in with a howl, her howl could stretch on for distances as he smirked and gave a even greater howl back, he made it look easy. He pulls out his Silver sword from his back sheath as he inspected it for any flaws, he had made the weapon himself and it was infused with magic itself giving it a few good swing’s he placed it back in and smirks as he heads towards where Mersa had run off too “Come on we need to find their den, it’s usually a Cave system.. in the side of a hill or mountain” he strolled off out of the city with the elf at his side, they had just left the Dark Forest and now were re-entering it, she must think he’s crazy for taking a lifestyle like this, as they entered the Dark Forest, the cold chill set in as it got darker and harder to see for mundane at least, his eyes were well adapt to the darkness. He could hear Mersa running around in the darkness following trails with her nose, as he knew she’d find the way to their den soon enough. He casually wandered in the Dark forest with no aim in where he was going, he seemed to just be strolling and wasting time.
CharlotteCarrendar: – ”Thousands?” Her right eyebrow shot up. Almost seemed incredulous that there would be that many. But then again, she was new to this world and the chances of a very large den of werewolves populating the side of a mountain being accurate. ”One man, against a thousand? You are going to need all the help you can get.” Cali shot back with, actually giving his arm a slight punch before going off with him to find this den. The Warg already seemed to be on the scent, and as they left the township for the dark woods once more, she got a sense of déjà vou. Walking alongside the Witcher, Cali asked him about the silver weapon. ”So that is going to fell many were’s? She knew the Witcher could hold his own, there was no mistaking that, but it was going to be interesting to see. Approaching what looked to be the opening mouth of a cave, Cali held up a moment. There was something a bit off about this place. <3>
IceTe3a: On the side of a large mountain Mersa stood still next to the opening of a cave, it didn’t take long for him and the elf to find her location, his demonic like eyes glaring into the darkness of the cavern. The fowl stench of death slowly reeking its way out into the open world, it was all too much for Mersa’s sensitive nose as he watches her back off a few meters. “Don’t blame you Mersa” he smirked slightly as he turned his head to view the elf in her full form, “Xobatch.. this is my name, but people call me Witcher, this is the den of the werewolves there is no doubting this, are you ready? “Stepping into the opening of the cave the air was thick and fowl, you could feel the dirt and grime in the air itself as it felt like walking through a full bodied sludge, scattered bones and faeces laid waste on the floor of this den, with each step a bone was crushed. Drawing his silver sword as he held it in his right hand, he was ambidextrous by birth right and never favored a hand so both were equal, with a few waves of his wrist on his left hand along with perfectly times finger movements a small fireball explodes to life just above his head slightly behind him, it allowed the path ahead to be viewed as he shed some light on the situation. As they walked deeper into the cave system it started to split off into different sections “ we need to set traps so none escape to repopulate, each direction leads to a different part of the den, but we want the main cavern it will be the largest holding of them “ closing his eyes he chanted quietly to himself, while his fingers started moving and creating different signs, each sign popped up into the air and glowed slowly spinning around each other. Finally the ground breaks as a large snake appears its body was double the thickness of him, it was made completely out of fire, as he had summoned a fire basilisk to do his bidding, his own demonic eyes glowing as the snake slivers off to the other tunnels as it splits into two each going down a tunnel, it would keep duplicating itself for each pathway, in order to take down more werewolves. He continued straight down the main shaft as it got wider and he slowly came to a stop “This is it, the main chamber will be ahead, they will attack us in drones and the alpha will be the biggest and last to join the fight.”
CharlotteCarrendar: – Foul. That was the word to describe the putrid stench that came out of the mouth of the cave. It reeked heavily of death and decaying bodies that were certain to line the inner tunnels on the approach to the main den. The Warg reacted by instinct; sensing the danger within. A smart animal; none the less. Cali and the Warg both shared the same sentiment, and it was the Witcher who agreed that this was now a very dangerous quest. It was also the time of introductions. Up until now, she had simply referred to him as the Witcher or White Wolf, which was the name that all the peasants had called him everywhere they went. No time like the present to learn each other’s names. ”Well met, Xobatch. I am called Cali .” The blood elf glanced down the tunnels. She could see the litter of bones and dead bodies that lined the way. Not exactly welcoming, but what could you expect from a den of werewolves. Cali gripped her polearm tightly with her hand, and followed the Witcher into the tunnel. The horrid crack of bones under foot was coupled with the unevenness of the tunnel floor that made going forward a big rough. Suddenly a great ball of light appeared behind them. Xobatch had decided to provide the lighting to help illuminate the tunnel before them. Cali actually brought her free hand up to her nose for the stench was overpowering. ”Ugh!” She exclaimed as she tried to block the vile smell. She noticed Xobatch unsheathe his sword, and she instantly responded. Channelling her magic through her polearm, the fire crystal at the top glowed fiercely. Last thing she wanted was to be caught off guard. Cali waved it in front of her as she could see that the Witcher was creating signs that would generate a larger bout of magic. Cali exhaled for she knew she would get a heady sensation from the magics he was using. A blood elf can get addicted to such powers, so she needed to keep herself in check. He did promise her she could feed from him, but of course now was a bad idea. Swallowing, she held back and watched as a great snake emerged from the ground and then broke off as it went down the various tunnels that shot off from the main one. Cali continued to follow Xobatch, till finally they reached what would be the main den. ” This is it, the main chamber will be ahead, they will attack us in drones and the alpha will be the biggest and last to join the fight.”This was good advice, and Cali readied herself. Swirling green orbs appeared on her left hand, as her green hues surveyed the main chamber for a sign of movement. <3>
IceTe3a: -He waited for Cali to ready herself as he knew he was ready himself, slowly he walked forward into what would be the main chamber with each careful step he made sure not to make a sound. Coming to the edge of the path as he looked down it was a fair drop down, a good 20 meters, a quick flick of his wrists as their feet started to glow, the air sign allows the users to jump great distances without the ending of crushing and breaking bones on landing, turning to face her he smirked as he raised his arms outwards and fell backwards disappearing into the darkness of the depth. Spinning into a landing as he finally hit the bottom, his feet softly touching down without a sound, cali would follow up soon near him. Coming to a stand he looked around, they were in the main den alright and the walls stretched high into the main mountain, it had been dug out; where most of the werewolves slept, they had the room for an army but it wasn’t full with werewolves that was a lucky break. Suddenly a growl echo’s through the darkness, his eyes flash as the fireball hurls high up towards the ceiling, expanding and bringing light to the entire chamber, howls from werewolves waking up from their slumber, as they glared down at the two intruders in their den. There had to be at least 30 werewolves, as they started darting around and coming lower to get a better view of the two. Suddenly without warning they start pouncing down towards the two, his eyes darting around at the now flying werewolves hurling towards him, his grip on his sword tightens as he waits his time out, with a quick and deadly slice, three heads hit the floor their bodies soon to follow as more howls start echoing through the chambers, Cali was having her own problems as he could see. More werewolves came at the two as he hacked and slashed his way through them, taking them down with each slice. He was lucky as of now to not get wounded but he had experience with these creatures, they moved faster but he was born to kill their kind so it was a child’s game for him. It seemed like an endless wave as more and more kept coming, the bodies of the dead werewolves piling up as his body was slowly getting covered in their spilt blood. They weren’t just in this chamber as more reinforcements pilled in from other lesser chambers, after a while the waves lessened until they finally came to a stop. “It’s not over yet…” a massive roar echo’s through the den, the power of the roar may hurt Cali’s ears as stone crumbles and dirt clouds up in the centre, once the dirt came to lay on the ground again, a massive werewolf stood centre, its claws an easy 9 inches, a huge mane and white flashing teeth baring, it was the alpha and it was pissed.
CharlotteCarrendar:- What Cali wasn’t expecting to see was the big hole that appeared before them in the larger part of the cave. It was at least twenty feet down or more. Cali leaned forward slightly to check if there was a way to climb down to the lower level, but it was a sheer rock face all the way around. This was going to be tricky, the Blood Elf thought to herself. Course, the Witcher had a trick or two up his sleeve – creating another sign that was somehow controlled the air. Creasing her brow, Cali watched him turn around and then simply allow himself to fall backwards – vanishing into the darkness below. She waited for the sound of breaking bones, but there was none. He landed without so much as a sound at all. Cali walked up and down a few steps contemplating following him. Did she trust him enough to do this and not hurt herself? Gritting her teeth, she threw caution to the wind and with a good grip of her polearm, she leapt of the side of the hole and hurtled through the air, before landing not far from the Witcher with relative ease. Her right knee bent, her left leg forward, she righted herself and then looked around. So this was the real main chamber. Slowly she twirled her polearm knowing that they were sure to attract the attention of the werewolves soon. Sure enough, the Witcher made his move. He illuminated the chamber with a large blast of fire, and it brought them out. Spinning round, the Blood elf was shocked by the sheer number, and while the Witcher had his silver sword, the Blood Elf now had to rely on her skills as warrior, as well as the power she had to take the lives of the weres. Course, the battle was hard going. No sooner had she rammed her polearm into the chest of one on coming were, another was at her back. With quick footwork she spun and siphoned the life force from the were behind her as it tried to bite her face. The look of horror became distinct on the Were, as the Blood Elf’s own eyes glowered fiercely, and she fought with all that she had. One by one the Were’s were falling, but no sooner had they felled the bulk of the Were army, the daddy of them all finally made its presence felt. The unmistakable roar had the Blood Elf cower as it hurt her very sensitive ears. Her eyes closed as she turned her head away. It was a dangerous moment. The alpha had the upper hand. <3>
IceTe3a; – Watching as the Alpha started kicking up dirt and roaring, it was marking its territory as he shook his head, he walked slowly over to Cali and stood behind her “Be careful he’s a lot faster and stronger than these pups, You deal with him.. I need to clear out the rest of this Den, Protect me” walking back further he made sure his back was covered by the wall of the chamber, as he started chanting his eyes set ablaze as he takes control of all the fiery basilisks at once, this was a rare feat and only the most experienced of Witchers could control more than one summon at a time, him.. and his female counter part. Forcing the snake like creatures to slither through every crack and chamber, striking down any werewolf they came across, as the blood painted the cave walls red, no doubt the fight between Cali and the alpha would start soon, one of the basilisks happened upon the nursery where the werewolf pups were being kept, they were not only turning but breeding as well, this was interesting. Why would they be massing an army for? Perhaps to take on their arch rivals the vampires? This was something he would have to look into, as the Basilisks mouth opens wide as it starts to breath fire, setting the entire room ablaze as the pups squeal in pain, it was a necessary evil, that was what he was doing and that was the definition of Witchers, a necessary evil. Eventually he cleared the entire Den of werewolves not leaving one to survive the onslaught as one could start its own Den up again in no time, now was only Cali and the Alpha as the summoned fire Basilisks disappeared into ash clouds from where they were summoned, his eyes came back to their normal demonic like selves as he glances upon Cali to watch the rest of the fight.
CharlotteCarrendar: – There comes a time in all our lives, when we must face the greatest test and none would be less intimidating than the very Alpha of this colossal werewolf den. The Witcher had set the task. He had to deal with the rest of the weres and was leaving her to face the great Were on her own. Incredulous, she stood frozen for a moment as the Witcher withdrew and the pit then belonged to only two. The Were rose up on two feet and roared loudly – its head swaying from side to side as saliva dripped from its elongated fangs. Terrible claws that were shaped like scimitars gleamed in the fire light that the Witcher had provided. The great Were lowered its head as it dropped back down onto all fours. Powerful muscles rippled beneath its dark shaggy hide. The back hair all rose along its spine as it clawed at the ground and started its stealth like approach. At first the Blood Elf took two steps back, but at the same time her pole arm was starting to spin and spin fast. The red blazing fire crystal atop the head piece glowed fiercely as the Blood Elf whispered an enchantment. It would take all of her power – all of her energy to slay such a beast. At five feet out, the Were stopped and howled long and low as its back haunches quivered in anticipation. Almost like it was marking time, and digging up the dirt readying itself to push off and take down the Blood elf in one go. The Blood Elf sneers as the were prepares to take her down. A sudden surge of self belief hits her like a wave as she gestures with her hand. ”Bring it!” The Great Were roars and pushes off from the ground, its claws extended and its jaws wide open as it spirits through the air and knocks the Blood elf to the ground. Her pole arm is dropped upon the floor as the two roll until finally stopping, where the Blood elf is trying desperately to hold the Were off. It snaps at her head, which she manages to just avoid, while her fingers sink deep into its hide. Her head turns to her pole arm, which is glowering fiercely at her side but out of reach. The Blood elf releases a god awful scream as the ground beneath her shudders like an earth quake. The charge in her hands getting stronger as the Were is becoming enveloped by the Blood Elf’s magic. It is a battle of strength as the two roll around till finally the Were’s very life force starts to be sucked from its body. The Blood elf hisses violently as she is struck by its clawed paws in an effort to free itself. The Blood elf then rolls on top of the Were and with one sound punch, she forces her fist into the very chest of the Were and rips out its beating heart. <3>
IceTe3a: -He was sitting at the small garden table, eyes closed as he tried to meditate in attempt to keep calm, he obviously disagreed about the fight with his Sister Ayame and the young dragon who was all too keen to seek revenge on the one who slayed his family. Ayame of course was no help in this as she blurted out that indeed she was the one that did the devilish deed in killing the young dragon’s family. Hearing the battle in the back of his mind he tried to not think about it but it was too hard, he had just retrieved his sister and didn’t want to lose her. His ears failed him listening to the clash of their bodies pulverizing into each other, his eyelids opened up slowly as his hues glanced over to the fight. Watching casually he saw the two moving about weighing their options as they continued to beat into each other. Of course he could see each move they were going to make just before they even thought of it themselves, it was the gift of his experience that allowed him this. He watched as the young dragon landed a heavy kicking blow to the side of his sister’s chest, pure instinct forced his body to rise instantly as his hand reaches for his blade. He had to stop himself and think calmly for a moment just to regain control, watching as Ayame was sent backwards in the blow knowing the hit would be taxing on her body; then his ears burned with the sound of his sisters dark laughter, he knew she had cracked and it was hard for Ayame to not go with her natural instincts that she has grown up with for so many years. With a quick press from his legs he started running at the speed of a flash step, darting across the garden grounds with speed, all the while his hues were watching closely on his sister Ayame knowing full well what she was capable of doing. His hues gleam as Ayame picked up a discarded sword leaving the Young Dragon there unarmed in this fight the tides were turned. Why did he have to sit so far away from them, running with all his might and with pure instinct he bent at the knee’s and with power and speed pushed off the ground, as he pushed off the ground the sheer force of the jump created a circular indent into the garden grounds. Souring up into the air he had timed it perfectly, as Ayame crossed the distance between her and the Young Dragon, he came flying down and landed right in between them. He had enough of this foolish fight, and only saw hatred in the eyes of the Young Dragon, Ronin was a skilled warrior and with speed, precision and strength he raised his left leg and spun it around behind him in a round house technique catching the Young Dragons cheek with his foot, he hit hard as he watched the Young Dragons body fly off into the air slightly and finally hitting the ground hard where he started to slide towards the wall. His body spinning around just in time to face Ayame now to deal with he. Instinct took over as his hands came up above his head and… *Slap* his palms slapped together catching her powerful blade strike in between his hands, the blade sat between his palms as it dug into his skin; with strength he pushed upwards trying to slow the blades downwards force and angling the blow. The tip of the Katana pierced his skin above his left eyebrow, he could feel the raw cold steel cutting through his soft flesh as it glided down across his eyelid, passing over his cheek and down through the left side of his lips where he let the blade go and it was sent flying down towards the floor *Ting* the blade struck the floor as he stood there with fresh wound across his face, the blood trickling down the side of his face “Ayame! Control yourself!! the blow hit him but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been if his instincts did not kick in. Turning his head slightly he sighed as he glanced over the Young Dragon “Leave now.. you are still a child. We do not seek your help” He watched as the Young dragon slowly got up in a chuff, two of his guards helping him up as they walked away into the night. That would not be the last he saw of the Young Dragon, but he knew the Young Dragon would retreat to his own lands for now. :
Kayne smiled hearing his sisters plans as the card that was spinning on the tip of his index finger suddenly disappeared, he leaned in and kisses Keke’s inner thigh gently before leaning back and resting the back of his head on her stomach. He was hers and she was his, they were partners for life and had a deep bond beyond that of any mortal mans comprehension, although Kayne was obviously as strong as Keke was, she being a Succubus and herself had power and control over her life lover something he was more than happy to trade with just to be by her side. “ As we discussed earlier, I shall.. I will! Make this realm yours and you will sit on the dead bodies as your throne whilst you sip on your wine, this I have seen” he smiled as he picked up her legs and wrapped them around him, so her feet were resting on his stomach, his fingers trailing her soft and seductive legs as he closed his eyes. The pair together were unstoppable, their powers were great but they did not seek to utilize them in that way, instead Keke utilized Kayne’s body and his powers as her own to her own desires and pleasures as he twisted and shaped the outcome of this realm, in short he was hers and what she wanted, she always got by force if need be. :
He got quite the shock when Ronin came flying down from the sky, as soon as Ronin had landed Ronins foot has swung around and caught the side of his face, it sent him flying backwards into the air, for a few moments the blast kept him in flight as his body finally descended into the hard ground, sliding against the gravel on the floor his back met with the wall with a forceful thud, a slight groan escapes his lips as his cheek welts up from the force of the kick “Leave now.. you are still a child. We do not seek your help” His ego had taken a mighty blow but he knew he stood no chance against that of the Ronin. His body in shock still from the hit quivered as he came to a stand, two of his personal guards had to race over and took up either side supporting him in his stance. As he gave them one last glare he chuffed We shall withdraw from these lands and regroup back in our own “ slowly the guards helped him shuffle out of the grounds and on to his horse “ They have made a mistake.. not allying themselves with that of the Dragon “ with that their horses came into a fast gallop, kicking up a cloud of dust trailing behind as they make their long venture towards their own lands, it would not be the last they see of him.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The Viper had revealed her true nature as any serpent would when under attack. Merciless and cruel – that is how one would describe her. Eyes that were piercing as she held the katana, endeavouring to take the Son of the Dragon’s head for his foolishness and lack of vision. But what she didn’t count on, was her own brother coming to intervene. The Viper had warned him – told him that this was about her honour, but she truly mean that? Hungry for blood, to show dominance over the young fool, the Viper was going to deal the death blow unless she was stopped. With lightning reflexes and speed, her brother; the Ronin came racing across the room from the ornate gardens, and placed himself directly between them. His first target was the boy. With an accurate round house kick, he took out the young boy and his foot clapped the boy’s left cheek so hard it would send him flying. Bruised and defeated, the Ronin urged him to leave, but not before he spun to face his sister, and with all his might he tried to capture her sword with his hands, as she went for the death dealing blow. The Viper had no intentions of hurting her beloved brother, and so her face was contorted in confusion and anger as her blade ripped through and tore at the Ronin’s face. The damage was done as he shouted at her; blood dripping from the edge of his chin. “Ayame! Control yourself!! Horrified, the blade fell free from her grasp, clattering to the floor. Her shoulders rose and fell as she breathed from exertion, falling back and a hand clasped over her mouth to stifle her cries. What had she done? She was clearly still the dangerous fiend that had been raised by the Warlord. In the background, the old warrior approached the scene. He shook his head at what he had witnessed. How anyone could think that the Viper could be tamed from her nature was beyond him. One of the servant girls ran in with cloth for the Ronin’s face, whilst another bowed and held a bowl of hot water. Talk about fast reactions of the household staff. The old warrior motioned with his hand for the Viper to move away, which she did so without question. He instead then went to the Ronin and sighed as he cast his gaze across the Ronin’s face. ”And this is your reward, for stopping the madness of the Viper.” This made Ayame slink back even more. The old warrior calling her mad. An insult, but it was probably true. She succumbed to temptation and let her inner beast be exposed. ”Let the girls tend to your wounds, Ronin.” He suggested as the girls both nodded in wait. ::
How perfect Keke and Kayne were for the other. Bound together with her legs wrapped around his stomach, his head resting on her own, they made such pleasured sounds whilst plotting the demise of those that had done them wrong. Keke had such desires. To see herself sitting a top a throne of the dead. All that fell at her feet and were charmed by her incredible beauty. But none, none would be privy to her true affection. She saved that for her brother – her protector and her most cherished. She knew he loved to watch her, when she engaged a fool to be her next meal. A wry grin playing upon plump lips, she ran her fingers through his hair, her nails massaging his scalp. So long as they had each other, they were unstoppable. ”And I be sure to provide you with enough…amusement and entertainment in the shape of lusting lovelies. Surrounded by women, of all shapes, sizes and just dying to be touched by your wandering hands.” She chuckled at the very thought. ”But for now, we rest…and regroup.” <3?
IceTe3a: With his fresh wound bleeding out slowly his clothing becoming damp from his own blood, he watched as his sister backed away slowly in shock of what happened. He smiled lightly at her as he could never hold no foul against her, she after all was his sister. The old warrior had stepped in between them, forcing Ayame to move further away, he didn’t like this as if it was her fault for striking him down, he stepped in between and fully knew the outcome results of his actions. Watching as two of the female staff came racing in, one with a bowl of water the other with a towel he glanced at them and back at the old man as he was examining the fresh wounds ”And this is your reward, for stopping the madness of the Viper.” Using his right hand he palmed the old man’s hand away with a stern look on his face “Her name is Ayame… and she is my sister. “ Dismissing the two females, he rejected their help as there was more important things to deal with at the current time rather than a minor battle wound. Walking past the old man “Tsunayoshi… If you ever show my Sister such disrespect again.. I will kill you “ He said it loud enough for the room to hear but in a cold and low tone, it was a serious threat. Walking straight up to his sister the back of his right hand gently finds her cheek as he runs his fingers across it “Come Ayame, we are done for this night. Tsunayoshi, I suggest you retire for the night as well, We will continue war council over breakfast” With that he smiled as he opened his palm waiting for Ayame to take his hand, and lead her away to their small single roomed cabin. No one could say that he did not keep his fathers promise, nor let any harm come to his dear sister.
: His eyes closed he listened to his dearest with a soft smile, she was reveling over her plans as she promised females to him, more than he could ever want. Little did she know, he only delved in the touch of other females to try and forget his undying love for her.. his insatiable need for her touch, her bite and her attention. He was still displeased that she had rejected him once again, this time rejecting the offer to feed off of his blood. He was so used to her taking him as she needed, ever since they came to this bountiful lands he seemed less and less useful to his dearly loved. A soft sigh escapes his lips as he comes back to reality, catching the last part of what Keke had suggested ”But for now, we rest…and regroup.” with his eyes closed and the back of his head and back laying ontop of Keke so his head rested on her stomach and her legs entwined around his form, he agreed with her demand “Indeed.. Sleep well dear “ Kayne never really slept, his eyelids were closed, but more or less he usually laid still deeply lost in his own thoughts, or gazing into the future or present times and happenings, sleep was a luxury that Keke enjoyed while holding him dear.
CharlotteCarrendar; – The Old Warrior; Tsunayoshi took offence to the Ronin’s threat that he would kill him if he spoke like that to Ayame ever again. How could the Ronin not see the danger that the Viper posed, not only for him but for their plans at war. She was in his mind still very much under the control of the Warlord’s training and ideals. A creature that belonged in a basket or hole, not to be let to be free amongst the likes of noble men like Ronin. Tsunayoshi grumbled under his breath, and then followed after the two servant girls, who both looked dejected from behind dismissed so readily. Ayame felt shame as she remained just out of range. Still coming down from the adrenilan rush of attacking the Son of the Dragon, then the shock of hurting the only one that could ever love her, she felt wounded…on the inside. A place where no one could see her true pain. But the Ronin was forgiving, even with his face torn so badly. The Viper kept her head lowered, till she felt the subtle caress of his hand – his fingers moving lightly across her fair skin. The heat radiated from her cheeks, as though stung by a bee. Did she start to believe in the old man’s words? Her chin raised slightly as her brother’s kind eyes met her own. ”I bring disrespect to you.” She said, barely above a whisper, and you could see the pain behind her eyes. But the Ronin would have none of that, urging her to take his hand, and join with him to a small cabin where they would spend the night. A token moment, a pause and then she took his offered hand and followed his lead. Once inside the cabin, she approached her brother and hesitantly reached for his wounds. ”Please…let me heal you.” She asked, her voice soft and gentle. Only he could tame the snake. Only he knew the ways into her heart.
Keke brought her arms so that they would settle upon her brother’s chest, her fingers interlocking as she closed her eyes and let herself be carried off to a beautiful dream. She was afforded that, as her brother always remained on his guard when she was in his presence. The happy sounds emerged from her lips and she looked so serene. Her body though wrapped around his in a show of affection. She would grant him all that he desired…she made that promise to herself. Little did she realize what he truly wanted, was the one that lay with him that night. She had rejected him again, but how long could she hold out? He was in fact her true weakness. Keke slept soundly, her chest rising and falling in tune with the steady breath that she exhaled. <3>
IceTe3a: -They had reached the cabin, as he entered it he sighed waiting for Ayame to walk in as he closed the door behind them at least for the rest of the night they will be left alone. She came in front as he watched her stare at his fresh wound, smiling lightly as she pleaded to him to allow her to help he could not deny her anything a simple nod is all he gave. “ Ayame, you cannot blame yourself for this. I knew stepping into the battle that I would be harmed, it was my choice and mine alone. “ he smiled as he sat down at a chair next to a side table, pulling the other chair in close so Ayame had a place to sit whilst she cleaned his wound out. {b] “ I’m sorry Ayame.. for the others, they do not see you as I do. Stubborn to their own judgements the only know your past and judge you on that… Foolish men “[/b] he was right, everyone judged her for what she used to be, but that wasn’t her.. she was stolen from childhood and trained up like that. Alone with him, she was kind and soft.. loving just like his sister always was. “They will come around my sweet sister, we will show them what a great team we make “ and rightly so, the Ronin teamed up with his sister.. The viper, they make quite the deadly team, the night was young and he had full intentions on re connecting with his sister, he wanted to know her thoughts.. what she wanted in life and so much more. “ Once you’re done, I shall make us some food and we can talk for awhile, I would enjoy that “
: His mind wide awake although his eyes were closed, he could feel his sweet lover in a deep sleep as her chest rose and fell slowly. The warmth from his skin would keep her warm and comfortable for the night something she relished in almost every night. Slowly he started to look through the present time, viewing the happenings of what was going on in this moment across the world, a glance at the warlord’s territory. Of course he was bunkered up into the Northern castle, in which was impregnable or so the legends say, many have died trying to claim that place as their own. His sight flashed towards another, a brother and sister now re united, a soft smile on his lips as he continued to view them for a mere while. Scanning through the night this is how he kept up to date with what was happening in this realm, this would go on until morning as he kept still and laid ontop of Keke, keeping her warm much like a blanket.
: In the cold regions of the north in the legendary large castle grounds, laid the warlords territory and township, it stretched for miles but was completely surrounded by the highest and thickest of walls. This place had withstood countless sieges and won still standing, every weak point discovered was soon destroyed and rebuilt stronger. The dark mages were working long into the night trying to find any ancient text that would help them in their task on enslaving the beast that hid deep in the castles cave systems. Traditional iron chains and knights and brutality had failed time and time again to tame the beast. [b] “ Here I am in a bewilderment, not only 5 months I had left this place to take over the rest of japan.. I gave order to tame that beast, yet here I stand.. Beastless.. tell me why is that..?” they were in the great throne room as he sat on his throne made of iron and spikes, his one good eye casting glances down at the three men left in charge to look after his lands and tame the beast whilst he was on a military campaign. They were on trial for their failures towards the Warlord, “ I..I.. we.. we tried our best, nothing works! The beast will not submit! “ He didn’t like weakness, let alone excuses like the ones given to him. The crowd was in a watching hush as they continued to look over the men and what would happen to them “I give you command in my leave and you.. return it with excuses and failure.. To the pits with them!” the pits were a brutal place, for slaves to be pitted against each other, murderers, it was very much so a gladiator ring with its own gladiators but more.. brutal, there were no rules and beasts laid claim to most. Those who survived and enjoyed the killings stayed and made a name for themselves “And bring me someone who can tame this beast!! You! You’re in charge of the military now, go and prepare for war! He had just given command to a aspiring commander who accepted the rise in title with pleasure, without question he walked out to perform checks on the army, making sure their weaponry and armor were top knotch and the men were fighting fit and training
CharlotteCarrendar: – The cabin’s candles offered only a little light to illuminate the room. The siblings were now alone, no longer under the watchful eyes of the old warrior, nor the servants of the dead Toad. Ayame could not get over her brother’s compassion. The way he smiled at her in the face of what she had done to him. He must have known that she was racked with guilt. How easily she could take a life of her enemy, or any that the Warlord had told her to kill, but this man – her brother; he was unlike any other in her life ever. His smile made her feel an inner warmth and she met this with slight confusion. She had never known love or acceptance. Ayame knew only hate and indifference. Vengeance for past wrongs. She never thought she would crave his acceptance and love as much as she did, till she felt the sting of tears as he spoke of how she should not blame herself for her actions. He knew the risks of getting in between the fight and thus he bore the damage that she was ultimately to inflict. The Son of the Dragon had left with his tail between his legs. A coward, in her books. But her brother. He had in a short time elevated himself in her eyes to something that she had not known before. He was like a pillar of strength, something she could latch onto and hold. A keeper. He knew her past and accepted her for it. All others would see only the snake, he saw the girl that had been taken so long ago. The innocence before the violence. Could the damage of years of abuse be undone by his love? That would yet to be seen, but she was to him in this cabin, one that adored and respected her brother. When he had given her the okay to cleanse and heal him, the girl was quick to get to work, finding enough items to make a paste that would help seal the wounds in his skin. She was actually very good at healing medicines. A passion she had picked up during trying to tend to her own wounds after battle. A potion mistress of sorts. When he sat i the chair, she came up with two bowls, one to cleanse the wounds – which was fresh water, the other a paste like ointment. It smelt a bit on the nose, but after the wounds had been cleaned, its reliving quality would be like a balm to his skin. She worked silently. Her hand moving almost fluidly as she set to work. Any that had used her before as their assassin or tool of war, would be moved to see her act with such a gentle hand. When done, she packed away her bowls, and then sat down in the chair opposite him. Her hands resting in her lap, her fringe falling to cover her eyes as she kept her head bent low. The viper submitting to her brother, the evil having withdrawn deep within herself. ::
Through the night, Keke stirred as she so often did, and her brother would feel the movement of her hands, as her fingers loosened and her hands wandered across his chest. Sleeping, but whatever her dream was, the one that she showed affection to was being treated as her great love. Soft whispers escaped her lips, that curled upwards into a smile. Warmth radiating from her form as she uttered. ”Only you…only you.” If Kayne heard it, what would he think? <3>
IceTe3a: His gently look constantly watching her as she went to work on his fresh wound, no one but them would understand the bond between sister and brother. Her gentle touch was soothing to his pain as the ointment like paste did its job as well. Watching as she finished up and packed up, sitting there her head and eyes were lowered as he shook his head in a smile, his fingers find her chin and raise her face to his as her hues glance into his “Never look away, we are equal in every way. You bring me no dishonor, only joy “ he leans in and pulls her into a cuddle that seemed to last for ages, he was so glad he had finally found his long lost sister at it brought tears to his eyes, although he would not know that only his right eye could tear up as of now, his left eye after the damage that had been caused could no longer soak up in tears, but still worked perfectly otherwise. Leaning back Ayame would be able to see this, although he didn’t realize it.“How about some dinner? “ he smiled as he went to work, it took him a moment as he was up and looking around for items in the cabin, coming back with an arm full, he put a rather large iron pot onto the fire stove filled with fresh water. Setting a fire under the pot he meant for it to boil, as he walked over to the table and placed down food items, fresh chives, pork, noodles, stock, eggs among other vegetables. He pulled out a small sharp knife and started away at preparing the nights meal, dicing up the vegetables and chives into small pieces he smiles down at his sister “Ayame, After all this, would you like to return to our village and settle down? I took up the sword to find you, I have no need for it anymore”he smiles lightly as he continued to prep dinner, carving slices of pork as he walked over to the boiling pot and placed the diced vegetables and chives into the pot along with some stock and spices, he was making a pork ramen. Walking back to the table he continued to slice up pieces of pork and other food items, slowly placing them in the watery stock as it started giving off a rich smell. “ What do you think our plan of attack should be Ayame? I want your opinion on everything.. always. placing the long noodles into the pot he gave it a stir as he gave it a small taste and pours some more stock into the pot. It would give off a strong smell of home brewed cooking, he placed two bowls and a pair of chopsticks each in front of her and his chair as he sat down smiling at her.
;: kayne could feel Keke’s body movements as her hands wandered around on his chest, he never denied her of anything even when she was sleeping he allowed her to do as she pleased. He was busy looking at what other people were doing throughout this night, making sure he missed nothing so he was completely prepared for anything they might come across, he heard Keke mumble something but never registered it, leaning in he kissed her inner thigh gently trying to comfort her back into a deeper sleep. The sun would rise in at least six hours, so for now she could rest until dawn came, she no doubt would want to feed and pleasure like most mornings, they would have to find someone suitable for her once again.
CharlotteCarrendar: – A simple embrace held such powers that words could not describe. The Ronin held his sister to him, and this was to last for some time. Like years of heartache and damage were being washed away from this single act. Acceptance. Something she had craved since a young child and totally given up on. The Ronin treated her as an equal, but more than that – family. Such closeness had been denied her for years, and the swelling of emotions was like the gurgling up of water in a fountain to be released. Ayame made a promise to herself, right then and there that she would not bow her head to him again. That she would share his gaze always. They were kin, and nothing could separate them again. Only death. When they released the other, a rare thing happened. Ayame smiled. Even though she could see that the Ronin had but one good eye, she no longer felt the shame to be around him. He spoke of having a meal, and she nodded. ”Yes..please.” The Ronin knew his way around the cupboard, and soon was boiling a pot of water, whilst getting the ingredients ready to place into the broth and make a meal that would be fit for royalty. Ayame watched him with a warm expression. Delighting in the sounds of cutting food, and how he skilfully cooked their meal. Everything was so new and she was truly fascinated by how much the Ronin knew about cooking. The scented air ripe with the aromas of the combined ingredients made her stomach growl. She placed her arms over her stomach and tried not to blush from the noise she made. As he cooked, the Ronin asked if she would want to go home and settle down when all the wars were over. She had never thought of this before, believing she would die on the battle field, or have run out of luck within the Warlord’s castle. ”It would be a dream to live a life in peace.” She meant every word, for she had no idea what it would be like, to wake up and spend each day just as a farmer on the land, and not a warrior with a sword in her hand. Could she make the transition? As for plans in the war, she said simply. ”The Warlord will regroup. Make no mistake. He has many castles in his lands in which to burrow down and plot his revenge. I fear many will die at his hands.”
Keke was restless, till she felt the kiss of her brother’s lips on her inner thigh. A long sigh left her lips and she went back into a deeper sleep. No doubt when she woke she would be hungry…and in need of a feed. Kayne knew what this meant, but how would he get it for her? No doubt they would need to rise with the Sun, and start their day early. For only the early bird catches the worm. <3>
IceTe3a: He smiled hearing she would love to live in peace, he knew she wouldn’t remember their farmlands but once she laid her eyes on it again she would. The rich smell of the cooking was wafting throughout the cabin as he heard Ayame’s stomach sound out in protest, a light chuckle as he smirked “Hungry? There’s plenty for more and it will be done soon” he listened to her next words carefully and she was right, the Warlord would be buried deep into one of his castles, prepping for revenge. Just like they were prepping for war themselves, he trusted and took in Ayame’s words of wisdom more so than anyone else would offer him as she had the same experience in warfare and once stood by the Warlords side, that and she was his sister. Coming to a stand he took the pot off the stove and carried it over to the table, he made the entire pot so there was a lot of left overs to be had, pulling out some soy sauce he pours a helping in two small dishes and places it between both Ayame and his bowl, taking Ayame’s bowl first, he gave her a large helping of the Ramen, filling it ¾ of the way with noodles, meat and veggies and then topping it up fully with the broth. Smiling he placed it down in front of her and filled his own up, coming to a seat he watched her casually with a smile on his lips and his eyes. “ Please, try! “ he was excited that this was the first time he was allowed to cook for his sister, the Legendary Ramen chef taught him how to cook but Ronin knew he held no thought to the Ramen chef.
: The sun was slowly starting to peak over the terrain where Kayne and Keke laid rest for the night, his hues opened slightly as he watched the sun rising, he knew Keke would be awake soon, famished and wanting to feed and pleasure as laid there in wait wondering just which male she would pick this morning to be her food and plaything. His hair slowly started to dance as the mornings wind gently picked up caressing against their bodies. “morning..” he said softly as he sighed, knowing he would be the one to sit there and watch, a part of him almost dreaded coming to this realm but he followed her close and would never leave her side, even if he wanted to he wouldn’t be able to.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The smell of the Ronin’s cooking was irresistible, and Ayame wet her lips with her tongue in anticipation. The Ronin might have caught sight of the hungry expression, and been amused by this. Each moment they shared, was liking opening a new window of opportunity to get to know the other better. The Ronin asked if she was hungry. ”Very much so.” She could not remember the last time she had a decent meal, half the time afraid that someone would try to poison her food. Waiting patiently, she was joyful to see the bowl of ramen and mixed meat and vegetables sat down before her in the steaming broth. She took up the chopsticks and then helped herself. Blowing on the hot meal before popping a portion in her mouth. It was delicious. ”Whoever taught you, knew his craft.” she said between mouthfuls. She ate with an eagerness that few women ever display, but she was really incredibly hungry and this meal was too good to be true. It would take her less than five minutes to empty the bowl. Record timing. She let out a small burp, then placed a hand over her mouth. She giggled loudly as her burp was to break the silence. ”So good.” Ayame mused as she showed from her smile how much she enjoyed the feast.
Untangling herself from Kayne, Keke came to stand and stretched her body, her arms up over her head. She could feel the need to feed growing within her and she offered her brother her hand to help him up. “Morning, sweet brother.” If he came up with her help, she would led him to start down the path to the next village. No doubt the first that she met would end up being her morning fare. Sure enough, she was welcomed to see a small farm house, with a large family. The farmer was walking towards the barn, while the women were working around the farm house. There were enough girls there to sate Kayne’s needs, but Keke had her own to attend too. “Enjoy yourself.” She mused, before following the farmer into the barn. On entering the light was dim and you could hear the mooing of a cow, and the clucks of chickens. The farmer turned suddenly to see the radiating succubus blocking the door way. “Hello” she said with a deep tone, locking her gaze on the peasant. The Farmer, who was known to like to take the local prostitutes when his wife was pregnant, gave Keke the once over and wet his lips. “Hello there. What brings you here to my farm?” he asked, adjusting his strides as he walked towards her. She could see his arousal and already she knew breakfast was going to be early. “Oh..I wanted to have a try at…milking something.” He got closer and heard the sexual innuendo. He looked about and was only surrounded by farm animals, and of course the cow. “You could milk me, pretty one.” He reached for her hair and smirked with a rotten smile. Keke loved how well they bit the bait. She mused. “Take me to a stall and show me how.” He gripped her hand and pulled her along, till finding an empty stall filled with hay bales. A spot between them had a rug down and he immediately opened his pants, letting them slide down. He was erect and ready to have his way with her. She slowly ran her finger down between her breasts and he charged at her, ripping away the cloth that covered them, hungrily kissing at her neck and breasts. A strange glow came to her eyes as she let him think he was having his way. The tables were about to be turned. She let out a cry and he might mistake it as one of want. And boy did he want her. “Milk me!” he cried, and she did…..boy did she ever. She took over and threw him on the ground. Licking her lips as she crawled over him. He bucked beneath her, eager as ever to be “milked” but he would not have expected just how she did it. <3>
IceTe3a: – He started to eat as she dug into the dish, a smile on his face as he watched her eat and compliment him “The legendary Ramen chef taught me.. you need to try his cooking” he said in a manner that made that chefs food sound like perfection, he was half way through his bowl when he heard her burp and he chuckled loudly shaking his head, he grabbed her bowl and filled it up again, knowing fully well she would not have had a decent meal in years “Please feel free to have as much as you want” finishing off his bowl he let one out of his own smirking at her as he filled his bowl up again. It wouldn’t take them long to be chuckling and playing along with each other. “So, can you cook? “ he smirked with a cheeky grin, knowing fully well she possibly wasn’t able to cook herself proper meals.
: kayne took his sisters hand as he came to a stand, knowing she was now up and hungry he nodded as he followed her down into a old dirt road. Looking over her with love from behind, she would never realize what he wanted from her because he had offered and offered and each time was rejected, so slowly he asked less and less. They happened upon a farm house as he watched Keke follow a farmer into the barn whilst she said he could have fun with the females on the farm. He didn’t bother looking over the females as he sighed and watched her disappear into the barn. His cards appeared in his hand as he leaned against a nearby tree, if only the cards would allow him to see his own future. But that was impossible, a reader could not see his own future. It had been a little while, and he knew by now she was all over that farm man feeding off him.. and pleasuring herself with him. His hues shone bright orange in jealousy as the thoughts ran through his mind. But he couldn’t deny her what she wanted, he was hers to please and do to as she wished. A reluctant sigh escaping his lips as he comes back to the realization of how useless he was becoming to her in these lands, glancing casually over the females he snarled at one of them as they quickly wondered back inside, he paid them no more attention than that.
CharlotteCarrendar: This was a good question. Could the Viper cook? The answer was surprising. ”No..the Warlord treated me differently from other girls. He did not want me learning anything but how to fight. All my meals were made for me. I have never even been in a kitchen.” This might have shocked the Ronin. How was she to take care of herself, let alone a man if she could not do the most basic thing and cook? She finished off the second bowl of ramen and vegetables with ease, and then pushed the bowl away from her. ”You are very good at cooking. Maybe, you could teach me” She sat back in her chair and glanced about the small cabin. It was comfortable, but not overly big. The Viper had many questions to ask him, and the first one was. ”What was my father like?” Ayame had no real recollection of him at all.
Keke emerged from the barn with a smug expression. The wasted vessel of what was once the farmer lay in ruin within one of the stalls. Barely a husk, a shell of a man. She had fed, and was looking more radiant than ever. Adjusting her clothing, she walked with a distinct air. Noting her brother had simply been waiting for her and not feeding, she became concerned. ”Why have you not fed?” Her hand reaching out to touch his cheek. <3>
IceTe3a: -He smiles as he watches Ayame eat her second helping, as he just finished his. Smiling as she had said she never learned to cook, he laughed lightly as she asked if he could teach her “Of course dear sister, I will teach you how to cook” Putting the lid on the pot he took his bowl and the pot and walked out of the door as he heard Ayame ask about their father, placing the still full pot of ramen and the bowl on the porch he smiled as he saw some kids running up to the cabin porch. Walking back inside, he had left the bowls and the pot out for the kids to finish up the rest, most were too poor to feed themselves fully. “Our father.. Was a family man, everything he did, he did for the family.. He was loving and caring and always around. He loved us all, with his dying breath I swore I would find you and take care of yousmiling lightly this was one of his life goals, to find his sister. That is why he was the Ronin, the legendary sellsword. His other goal was to become the world’s greatest swordsman, this would have to wait for now. Coming to sit down beside Ayame he looked into her eyes “Please, feel free to ask me anything “
: Kayne watched as Keke strolled out with a smug look upon her face, after having her fun with the farmer. How he wished he was that farmer, a short sigh escaped his lips as he watched her casually stroll over here. His hues still glowing a bright orange from jealousy, he had to force his eyes to turn normal again hoping Keke did not notice by the time she came to a stand in front of her. ”Why have you not fed?” his cheek caught the inside of her hand as he nuzzles it softly, loving her touch. “Unlike you, I don’t require to feed daily dear.. Besides, I wasn’t hungry” he forced a smile as he eventually looked up into her eyes, he was worried she would see through his act. Coming to a stand as he leaned off from the tree he looked around “Shall we continue..?
CharlotteCarrendar: The only man that Viper had known was the Warlord, and in no way could she ever regard him as a father figure. He was and still is a ruthless tyrant. To hear what her real father was like, was an eye opener. Ayame watched how the Ronin went to take food out for the poor children outside the cabin, before coming back in. He promised that he would teach her how to cook, and this was something she looked forward to learning. ”Father would be so proud of the man you have become.” She said this with compassion, which was something she felt for a long time she lacked. If you beat a creature long enough, they only know how to defend themselves and bite back. The Viper had a long way to go before she could ever be considered, normal. She knew it in her heart, and hoped that in the course of their travels, that she would not let her brother down. When told to ask anything that her heart desired, Ayame did ask. ”I know your mission was to find me, to keep the promise to your father, but surely you have other goals in life.” She rose from the chair, and approached him. ”What is it you want more than anything?” Could she be able to help him, if she knew what this was?
That flash of orange in her brother’s eyes had Keke slightly troubled. Surely her brother was hungry. Always putting her first, she felt that it was time she did the same for him. Taking his hand and leading him away from the farm, to a point where they were alone, she turned and asked. ”Something troubles you. I can see it in your eyes, dear brother.” She did not want to move forward till she knew he was alright. Glancing back at the barn, then back to her brother, she arched a brow. Was he jealous of the farmer? A dead man? ”You understand the farmer was a meal. Nothing more.” <3>
IceTe3a: He smiled as she complement him, stating their father would be proud of how he turned out. He knew this was true, and he knew his father would still be proud of his daughter as he looked her up and down “And you, you’re stunningly beautiful and elegant. No doubt father would be proud of the way you have turned out, his daughter able to hold her own. A honorable feat, if I do say so.” and it was true, there were not many females out there that knew the ways of war and battle so Ayame’s skills were rare and came with great respect and honor. He watched as she stood and came closer, asking what was his life goal. “Of course, to live on the farmlands with you would be one goal I have, another would be to be the greatest swordsman in the world” he smirked as he looked up at her with a cheeky grin.
: Keke grabbed him by the hand and lead him away from the farm, they walked together until they were in the middle of a open field. She stopped in front of him as she turned around and looked him over, he stood there watching her as he wondered just what she was doing. ”Something troubles you. I can see it in your eyes, dear brother.” damn his eyes still had a orange tinge to them, he thought he would be able to hide the color. But he was always jealous when she fed off another man, took another man in for pleasure or toying with. He cast his eyes down for a moment, as he focused his energy calming himself as his hues lit up a piercing blue color, as he looked back up at her he heard her state it was nothing more than a meal. He smiled and nodded in agreement with her, if only she knew the truth; back in their lands she would feed off of him and he enjoyed her touch.. how she toyed with him as she pleased. But these cursed lands plentiful with bounty and new toys sought Kayne to become useless to Keke, he would never tell her this is how he felt, as she was the one in lead, it was how their race was, the females were the ones with the power, in charge as the males were under them. His lips parted for a moment, he had to force a small smile upon them “I know dear, I am fine honestly, where too?” he looked into her eyes trying to hide the truth, though it was hard for him as he wasn’t used to doing this to her.
CharlotteCarrendar: Ayame’s cheeks turned a shade of red, her face turning slightly from her brother. His kind words about her beauty were unexpected. She even let out something that sounded like a small giggle. No one had referred to her as a beauty before. Many treated her as though she was a man, for that was how she acted most of the time. If only she had known her real father. If only…but sadly he had died such a long time ago. Over the coming months, Ayame was sure to learn more about her father, the things he loved in the world, what he was like. But for now, she wished to enjoy her brother’s company. Taking his hand, she held it and then smiled as he said he wished to be the greatest swordsman in the entire world. A grand notion, but not something that was unattainable. If it was one thing the Viper was good at, it was sword play. Her eyes twinkled, for this was something she could be of help for. ”I will live to see you reach that dream, brother.”
Her brother Kayne was reassuring that he was fine, and his eye colours changed back to normal as proof of this statement. Keke chuckled and patted his face warmly. ”You do so worry me. Right, where to next.” she said saucily. ”I do believe that if we are to be affective in the wars of the titans that we will need an army.” Keke always thought big, when it came to her plans, and none so great as this one. ”About four days to the North east lay the lands of the Bear. I happen to have heard on many occasions, that there is a noble with quite a large army defending his territory from the likes of the Warlord and the Dragon. Hmm. But would he welcome us as easily as the Warlord did.” She spun on her heel and then pointed to a couple of horses in the nearby field. ”Only one way to find out. Come, let us steal these horses, and pay a visit to the Bear. I have a good feeling about this.” She then skipped off to take one of the smaller horses, leaving her brother in her wake. <3>
IceTe3a: Hearing her giggle brought him a happy feeling, as she was enjoying herself immensely. She noted that she will live to see the day he reached that dream, as he smiled and chuckled slightly “ It will be a tough dream, as japan’s warriors give not much of a fight these days, I find myself holding back on most occasions” he smiled as he walked over to the bed and started prepping it for Ayame to sleep in later tonight, coming across to her and sitting back down “ You have no need to change for anyone Ayame, you’re perfect the way you are, so what goals do you have for yourself? “ the hour was getting late at this point and he would need to send her off to bed, to allow her a restful night.
He watched Keke with a fake smile as he enjoyed her radiating beauty, the slight pat to his cheek was a tease and torture in the same motion towards him as he longed for her touch. Listening to her carefully as she laid out her plans about a man they called the bear, as his army was vast and she wished to claim it for her own. “ Whatever you desire my dear. “as she spun on her heels and pointed to the horses in the field, his fake smile faded with ease as he watched her skip off towards one of the smaller horses, he sighed slightly as he touched the cheek she had patted only moments ago. Walking over to the larger black horse, he looked it over for a mere moment as he thought it would have to do. Placing his hand on the horse a puff of smoke appeared as riding gear appeared attached to the horse, climbing the horse he sat in the saddle and moved the horse over towards his Sister. “To the bears lands than? How shall we gain entry and ear of this other king? “ he wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly how Keke was going to get her way into the kings throne room and have his ear. Through her body and his bed, the thought alone made his eyes glimmer a flash of orange, as he could not wait to see this world burn for the constant torture he had to endure. Securing everything down, his hands came up to his neck and tightened his scarf making sure it would not fall off during the ride as it was the only thing that could cover the scar on his neck.
CharlotteCarrendar: – It was an interesting question for Ayame. What did she want for herself? No one had ever asked her before, and really, her life had its purpose and that was to serve the highest bidder as a sell sword, or under the Warlord’s command. Now, she was free in a sense. This was still a new world for her. But the one thing she wanted more than anything, was to pay her brother back for his kindness…his love. She did not seek the happy ever after of what most girls would want. A man, and children. She didn’t even consider it. Sitting beside her brother, after he had prepared her bedding, she took his hand. This closeness brought comfort. ”To do right. To bring you honor.” It was a simple statement, but meant so much. This was coming from what was a notorious and hated woman. She wanted to change. To be the daughter that his father would have been proud of.
Kayne magically had riding gear appear on the horses, and Keke mounted hers with ease. She always felt good to ride, and these horses were from the same farm where she had just killed the farmer for food. They should easily last the trek to the Bear’s lands. Adjusting herself in the saddle, she let out a laugh as her brother inquired how they were to be granted audience to the likes of the Bear. ”I hear he loves magic…and a good time.” So she was basically saying that he would enjoy their entertainment, that they always brought to a court, be it royal or not. ”You work your magic, and I weave my spell of enchantment. Plus we have intel on the likes of the Warlord’s camp. I think that might earn us a few gold.”She was so sure of herself, and after having fed she was feeling very good about the day. Her hair flowed about her face as she gave her horse’s flank a kick and she spirited off down the road, with a trail of dust following her wake. <3>
IceTe3a: He smiles at her answer and laughs slightly, “You being here brings our family honor” bowing his head to her to show her respect, he came up and pulled her in for a brotherly hug as he smiled, his hug every bit as reassuring and comforting as it needed to be for Ayame. “ Come now, you need your rest after such a long day. I shall be beside you on the floor, do not worry the floor is good for my back “ he smiled as he stood up and waited to guide her over to her bed, he was going to sleep on the floor next to her. So he could be there for her in the night if she ever needed him for anything, he was not going to leave her alone.
He watched her beauty from a distance as his body radiated, he could smell her sweet scent wafting in the air as he sighed slightly to himself, he was a tortured soul at the very best. His earlier thoughts of how Keke was going to gain access to the king was further proven to be true as she said it herself, gritting his teeth as his hues flashed a bright orange from jealousy as he watched her gallop off in a trail of dust, he soon followed suit as his horse caught up just behind hers, he kept behind her as he knew his eyes would be glowing a bright orange; just thinking of her with another man… toying with him.. feeding off of him and pleasuring herself with him had him in a right toss as he continued to grit his teeth.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The bed had been prepared earlier, and while Ayame felt bad that her brother wished to sleep directly on the floor as opposed to the bed had her frown slightly. But he said that it was better for his back. ”You are so good to me.” Ayame said, removing one of her robes and resting it over a small chair. She went to lay on the bed and rested her head on the pillow roll, watching her brother closely. They had so much to learn from the other it seemed. She wanted to learn simple things like cooking, and how to keep a home. He wanted to become the greatest swordsman in the world. It was something she could teach him. Not that she considered herself the best, far from it, but she did put up a damn good fight. As she lay, she ran her hand across the textured fabric and smiled. For so long she had been troubled, her dreams filled with that of the Naga and vengefulness. Now, she was finding an inner peace she had never before known. A dream would come…one that would carry her into a strange new world. Slowly her eyes closed and she pulled the cover over herself.
Keke’s face was radiant as she rode. Freedom that came from riding a horse bringing her a satisfied feeling. She had such great plans, but she could do none without the skill and mastery of her brother. As she rode, she glanced back, and he would be able to see the joy in her face. She dared him to ride faster to catch up. Her robes billowing out behind her as she turned back and rode on hard down the road. Was she leading him into dangers? Would their unique bond be tested in the coming weeks? So much uncertainty for sure would be felt, as the Warlord would once again try to continue on his path to take over Japan. But who would stop him? The Son of the Dragon, or another? <3>
IceTe3a: His right arm extends as his open palm finds Mersa’s head and gently rests on there, a slight chuckle escapes his lips, and his features seemed slightly darker “And if his body has been devoured? Plenty of man eaters in this realm” his hues had a devilish shine to them as his slightly demon like hues gave off a natural glow. His head turns as he glances at the female Warg, his fingers trail down the side of her face and up under her chin as he scratches her. Her head pushes into his hand forcing more pressure as a happy moan escapes her much like a dog would when you scratch it’s favourite spot, he continued like this for a moment; his head turns back to the elf as his arm drops to his side, Mersa groans as he had stopped. “You may be powerful in your realm but here.. you will find it hard not to die, everything here.. is born to kill” he takes a step closer as he folds his arms into his chest “ You’re in my realm now… not your realm and I have friends on the other side “ it was one of his famous lines, a simple answer to the most obvious question ‘How are you not dead yet?’ his hues move to look into hers as he didn’t know what to do with her, being this close was a danger in itself. She obviously craved magical essence and she could obviously smell his, he would be giving off quite the scent as well. “ Like I said, you need to get yourself to the closest town and if you continue the need to find your husband.. Hire a tracker.. someone who knows these lands and can deal with the creatures “ waving her off he turned on the ball of his feet “And no.. you have nothing I want.. So your offer to hire me, if you were thinking of it is pre rejected.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Watching the Witcher interact with the female Warg, the blood elf held her tongue – curious of how he was able to tame such a beast. Perhaps that is how he got the wound. Fighting her; in a test of strength and dominance. Needless to say, the Warg was submissive to his attentions, and her sounds that were tempered on being touched by him solidified that view. The Witcher explained that while she was one of power, in this realm she was just another creature and one that would need to fight her way through, if she was ever to reach her mate. Everything kills. He approached her, one step at a time and raised his arms up to be folded at his chest. If she was to find her way through this realm, she would need a tracker – though he had given her directions. ”I don’t need you…nor do I want your help.”Defiant? yes. She pulled up her polearm and then went to march past him, in the right direction this time. She got a whiff of his power, which was still pouring from the wound on his arm. ”Be glad I didn’t help myself to you.” She smirked as she said this, and then turned her head away. <3>
IceTea: He watched as much like a child she became spiteful, completely rejecting the fact she needed help of any kind, he smirked and shook his head “ I’ll remember that.. Next time you’re in trouble” walking over to Mersa he placed a hand on her neck and pressed down, she followed suit as she laid down on the ground with a slight yawn, she wasn’t about to move unless told to. He watched her turn and walk straight past him, her smug look on her face as she passed him she couldn’t help herself “Be glad I didn’t help myself to you. “ he arched a brow reaching for the sash on his two swords *click* he unclicked the sash as they both dropped down to the ground “ Stay “ he warned Mersa as he took a few steps away from Mersa, he walked up behind the female elf. This next part was moreso out of curiosity and testing his own limits “And why don’t you? “ Was he daring her to? Was it a challenge? He left it open for her to decide what it meant as she saw fit, he wasn’t crazy as he knew his limitations and knew for a fact his Magical essence would replenish a lot faster than she could take so in the end she would never be able to drain him. More or less he wanted to study the feeding habit, the feeling of it.. how it affected the body, If she was able to just rip it from his body from a range or did she need to get close and physical for more powerful beings? “It’s not that you don’t need my help, it’s that you know you cannot afford me “ a second insult this time towards her wealth, he was more or less purposely angering her into this situation to see what it truly felt like “ Now that I think about it.. I did have to kill a strange male elf but only two full moons ago, he was causing trouble. “ he knew this wasn’t true but he also knew in anger showed a beasts true fangs, and he wanted to see hers.
CharlotteCarrendar:- The unmistakable click of the Witcher’s weapons unlocking and then dropping down, should have been a clear indication to the Blood elf that he was not about to approach her now unarmed. On the contrary, he knew what she was capable of, he had seen it in the inn. The Warg was warned to stay, and then the Blood elf knew that this was game on. She could hear his footsteps approach her from behind and she stopped her march purposely. He wanted to know why she had merely passed him and not fed. Cali gave a light shrug, trying to difuse what was coming. ”I’ve already fed once in the last few hours.” A poor excuse, but she was not truly wanting to get in it with him. Needless to say, he pushed it further and went as far to tease her with what would be his error. “I did have to kill a strange male elf but only two full moons ago, he was causing trouble. “ The Blood elf’s eyes shone a shocking brilliance of jade on hearing this. He killed a strange male elf? Could it have been her beloved? Her reaction to this was swift, as she spun on the ball of her right foot and confronted him. ”You lie?!” She spat. Her anger mixed with the shock that her husband may well be dead brought about an irrational response, as she lunged at his arm and sunk her teeth –which had elongated, down into his still gaping wound. The polearm held awkwardly as she attempted to feed on his power. <3>
IceTe3a: He knew it was coming, he made it happened as he watched her turn around her jaded eyes glowing as she said he lied about killing his husband. He knew that, but he wouldn’t let her know that not for now anyway, watching as she grabbed his wounded arm with her hands as her teeth grew and sunk deep into his flesh; his body not even flinching as he felt her lips pressed against his skin, his hues glance down to her as he arched a brow “No, come to think of it I’m almost certain it was your husband now.. he was just as strange as you are. He died slowly.. by that very sword on the floor. He was a new species, I wanted to see how long he would last” he was unraveling a story as he purposely made her more and more pissed, he watched as she was attempting to suck his raw magical energy right out of him, the more she took the more it replenished in his body but could she handle such raw power flowing in her? Would she become addicted? He continued to study her feeding habit and couldn’t help but notice that she was merely grasped onto his arm with her fangs sunk in. Not a very defendable position, obviously this was the extent of it; she would easily be dispatched if she actually attempted this onto someone unwilling, leaving herself this open and not pinning her prey down? It was like a newborn predator making mistakes as it grew. “ He lasted awhile.. I could see he was in pain but I wouldn’t let him surrender or die.. not until I was done, eventually he just collapsed from too much torture” oh he was giving it to her now, but it was the only way for him to learn about their species at least now he knew she could feed off of him without him suffering or dying, it would make it a lot less troublesome along her travels if she would stop mindlessly feeding off others.
CharlotteCarrendar:- The more she fed, the more he teased her. Playing on her love for her husband, and saying that he was now certain that it was He that had been killed. Though he added how he tortured him too. Cali’s hands glowed with ever increasing intensity as she tried to extract more and more power from him – not just blood. She let out a god awful whine, because it was his words that were hurting her. She was not in a very defendable position and was wide open to attack at this point. It would be fool hardy for her to continue surely. Finally she drew back, with tears running down her cheeks. Blood dripping from her mouth all the while her hands glowing with the large green orbs. ”You bastard!” she spat again, spraying the air with blood. She released the orbs on his body, again to draw as much power as she could. Cali wanted to end him for the murder of her husband. ”My husband would have fought. You speak as though he was a fool and a coward!” Her body crackled with the energy she had already absorbed, and then she turned her attentions on the Warg. ”Speak truth, or I kill your pet!” She threatened. <3>
IceTea: He was still studying her feeding, taking note of the feeling of her feeding off his body. This would prove useful in later days. She had jumped back away from him and started firing her orbs at him, draining more energy as she continued to do so his body continued to replenish his magical essence faster it was a no win for her, she would not be able to drain him. She then threatened Mersa, Mersa’s ears perked up as she growled her hues glaring at the elf as her large teeth glared. Looking from Mersa to the elf he chuckled and shook his head “Wargs.. Understand English.. you really shouldn’t threaten a Warg, let alone an Alpha female, who’s obviously a lot bigger than normal Wargs” He didn’t have to watch, Mersa came to a stand, she towered the both of them with ease as she came up slowly behind him he pressed his hand gently on Mersa’s chest “Easy girl.. she’s upset and doesn’t know these lands “ Mersa snorted and laid back down with a growl she continued to watch the Elf. He shook his head and walked straight up to the elf “ You cannot kill me because you’re weaker than I, my magical essence replenishes faster than you can take. No, I didn’t kill your husband.”Coming to a stand right in front of her, he extended his hand up to her face and wiped her tears away with the back of his hand “I needed to see how you really fed, in a true state I apologize for that but I was indeed, studying you. He was blunt and to the point but his eyes were glancing at her, he didn’t register any true emotions from himself as he continued to speak “I will help you find your husband, But I have three rules to this. Firstly, you no longer feed off others; If you need to feed, feed off of me my body can sustain it, it will cause less trouble. Secondly you do as I say, when I say without question or hesitation. Lastly, there’s another like me.. female, you don’t tell her what I do if we cross paths.. it’s complicated. Do we have a pact? “ he smirked and lowered his hand to shake hers if she offered it.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Little did the Blood Elf know that the Warg understood the threat she just made in her anger. Seeing it rise up, the Blood elf backed up a little, but was still using her orbs, so it was a possibility that she could lash out in her rage. The problem was that the fear of her husband being dead in this world made her act erratically. She was not normally one to just attack in that manner, but the Witcher’s words pushed all the wrong buttons. The Warg, being female was also much larger than say other Wargs so her size was intimidating, though the Blood elf was still blinded by rage. The Witcher got the Warg to back up and even made an excuse for the Blood elf. This was totally unexpected. Why was he making excuses? The Witcher then started for the Blood elf, who again was ready to attack if need be, only the Witcher went on a different tact. He had studied her in her moment of madness, and came to the conclusion that she had acted out of fear. He was also right in saying that she simply couldn’t kill him. His life force and magic was able to replenish itself practically immediately after her feeding frenzy. This, was something she had never encountered before, and so had troubles coming to understand it. But that moment, when he reached out to wipe away the tears that had fallen; truly caught her off guard. ”What are you doing?” No other male had ever touched her before out of concern or affection. Her brows knitted as she tried to understand what was going on. The Witcher then offered to help her but on certain conditions. One that she was to only feed off him, which she was going to become addicted to doing, and two that did as he said without question. Slowly, the Blood elf started to nod. Already she had encountered those that sought to fight, and she had barely been there a day. The last part however, she was surprised by. Another witcher – a female. Cali was not to speak of what the male Witcher was doing or had done. He held out his large hand for her to shake. The blood elf considered all this for a moment. She would truly do better with him as a guide, and one to feed from. The orbs faded in her hands, and she then gripped his hand and shook it. ”We have a deal.” <3>
IceTe3a: – Earlier in the night he had run into a lone Terrarat, it tried to get away but fell victim to his blade quite quickly, that of course sorted out his midnight snack. Terrarat was a delicacy in these realms their meat was tender and full of flavor if cooked right, it basically melted in your mouth. As the fire was roaring he set the Terrarat meat up to cook slowly over the fire, it would turn out just perfect; the slabs of meat on the Terrarat were about as big as he was, he had no need for all of it but would keep some for later days, he knew cooking food in this forest would draw something’s attention. His wolf head pendant was warming up against his skin, it signaled beasts were near but he already knew that. He was camped in the dark forest after all, this place was notorious for beasts but the one that was setting off his pendant was just in the dark line where the light of the fire and the darkness met, it was smart enough to keep out of the light whilst it circled around him, studying him.. Weighing up its chances to take down this large prey it had found. He sighed as he sat up, his eyes looking around into the darkness. He could smell it before he laid eyes on it, a large Warg had found his camp. Wargs were pack animals, they resembled giant wolves, not to be mistaken with Dire wolves; these creatures looked more hellish and muscular they were certainly more vicious. But this Warg was different, it sort him out.. it was alone and much larger than your average Warg, a Alpha female Warg none the less. She knew she was found as her head came out of the darkness and into the light; slowly she padded in closer into the light as he came to stand. They were a few meters’ away as she snarled at him; she was beautiful to look at for a hellish creature no doubt she smelt the meat from the Terrarat and wanted some for herself, she was incline to dealing with him first though as her hues glared straight into him. This was going to be a ground fight, he could tell; with a mighty roar she jumped into the air and pounced ontop of him, her large clawed paws on top of him as they roll and tussle around on the ground, her head coming in for bites every so often as he fights her bites off with his hand, his eyes glare into hers as suddenly he allowed her to bite down on his forearm. Her teeth sinking in she growled as he came to a kneel and glared into her eyes showing no pain or fear, She saw this and bit down harder as she growled against his skin. With a mighty roar of his own he reached forward and bit down on her large right ear with ease, she whined as she let his arm go; backing off slightly she slowly curled up on the ground in a submitting manor. He had just shown her he was boss.. master, the alpha of the pack; coming to a full stand he glanced down at his arm and looked at his fresh wounds, they would require medical assistance no doubt. Walking over to the fire he looked back at the Female alpha Warg and pointed to the ground next to him “ Come “ she was watching him and slowly she pawed over with caution after being defeated she had accepted him as leader, more or less he had just tamed her. There was a nack to taming Wargs and not everyone knew how to do it, he learned from the Orcs, they ride Wargs as a mount and keep them as a fellow friend and battle-brother or sister. Sitting down the female Warg came in and laid behind him her body supported his back and weight as he leaned against her, she was that big her head reached around and rested slightly on his knee as she moaned and groaned with a slight snort, she was still hungry. Patting her head with force allowing her to feel his touch as she groaned against his touch she softly nuzzled his hand. Reaching for one of the slabs of meat he placed the steaming cooked meat on the ground next to her as she took it slowly whilst looking at him making sure she was not going to get in trouble, she then proceeded to eat it. So he had found himself a new friend, he had just shown her that they were equals by offering her to eat before he did, she was cautious about this the whole time but ate anyway; once she was done she poked at his wounded arm with her nose attempting to lift it up, he raised his hand out of curiosity and she started to lick the blood off and the wounds clean. He closed his eyes and laid back into her as the night went on, she was busy cleaning his wound it would suffice for now but he would need to still seek medical aid, they were now bonded with each other the White wolf and large Alpha Warg. He had not killed her simply because she was different from the other Wargs, she was twice the size of a normal Warg and larger.. Smarter, something he looked for in people he worked with and he chose to make the bond with her. They would now protect each other for life, as they roamed these lands.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The forest came alive with the thunder of the Centaurs hooves as they fanned out and started to hunt down the lone Blood Elf. The leader, kept his position and with a steely gaze scanned the foliage closest to him for signs of her. Already having to deal with the patrons in the Inn she was now again faced with her second battle since arriving in this world. Vastly outnumbered she knew that it would be folly to do anything drastic. However, now that the leader was left on his own, she seized a chance to face him. One on one. Stepping out of the clearing – her fire headed crystal on her Ranseur glowing fiercely, Cali made herself seen. She twirled her pole arm while her blazing green hues took in the great Centaur before her. The dark skinned Centaur cast his gaze down on the wily Elf and then burst out laughing. So bold or stupid to show herself in front of the might of one so great. ”You have a death wish, Elf” He reared up on his two back legs showing off his muscular form before landing down again with an earth shattering thud. ”I am a traveller who seeks not to harm, but so help me if you try; I will steal from you more than your last breath.” She meant his very life force. Both her hands started to glow fiercely as she spun her polearm. The Centaur went to reach for his bow, but she was faster. Aiming her Ranseur at his chest and blasting him with a powerful fire ball attack that would have him scream in horror and pain. This brought about all the other Centuars, who saw their leader under attack. Cali showed her left hand – the green ball of light building. ”BACK OFF, OR HE DIES!” She threatened as the sizzling smell of burning flesh was now scenting the very air. The leader roared at his kin to back up as she was ready to make a second attack. It was a tense standoff. <3>
IceTe3a: -Time was wasting as he opened his eyes, the forest was uneasy as it gave off a weird sensation to the Witcher. The new elf must be causing problems somewhere or the forest just didn’t like her presence, as he came to stand the Warg gave a defying yawn before coming to stand near him. He smiled down at the Warg and gave her a firm pat on the back “ Mersa, you shall be called Mersa The lone Warg” he nodded slightly in agreement with himself. Kicking dirt and forest litter onto the roaring fire it eventually died down into a smokey haze, the night was still young as he climbed on mersa’s back, Mersa was more than happy to give him a ride “Find that scent girl” Wargs were smart, some say they could understand mundane language. It was a proven point, but if they would listen to the plea’s of their dying prey was another thing entirely. It wasn’t hard for Mersa to pick up the strange scent, with a bone chilling howl that would echo throughout the forest she took off with lightning speed. He wondered just what the elf was up to and just what trouble she was making this time. As a Witcher it was his duty to make sure any magical being was not causing issue this included her, to her he may seem almost demonic and this would almost be correct as a Witcher did resemble a demon, with his unusual Witcher eyes and albino hair, his immense raw magical energy that flowed throughout him, he could easily be mistaken for a demon and that was part of the reason why Witchers were shunned by Mundane. It didn’t take Mersa long to shorten the distance from the Witcher and the elf as she came to a casual stroll. She would be up a head, as he could hear talking and hooves stamping; Coming off Mersa his feet hit the ground silently as he cautioned her to stay put, walking up slowly he kept his distance as a herd of Centaurs had the elf surrounded, she had one well within her grasps as he had seen her green energy orb in her hand, he knew just what that did as he smirked. A Witcher to the magical was more or less the grim reaper, the judge, jury and executioner of any beast and or magical creature. So when it came to dealing with more intelligent magical creatures or beasts there was a difference with the way things were done as with a mindless beast would be slayed on the spot with no questions asked, however it seemed the Elf had wandered well within the Centaurs self proclaimed territory, and that was against their laws. They were more bullies then actually having any real claims to these lands or laws to judge on, leaning against a nearby tree he watched as the event unfolded with no intention to interfere or be known of his presence.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The blood curdling howl of the Warg was enough to seize the attention of the Centaurs that had the Elf and their leader surrounded. It was one thing to gang up on the lone Blood Elf, but she was showing that she was more than capable of defending herself. She may well have stumbled onto their lands, but it was unknowingly. Someone was to pay the price for this folly, but who? The leader’s chest was seared and bleeding, with a nasty gash that was caused from the fire ball strike. All watched as the green orb like light that glowed in her left hand was growing larger by the second, as the Blood elf showed just how threatened she was. ”BACK OFF!” she ordered again, the very life of their leader in the palms of her hand. ”I shall take his very life force if you do not fall back!” She had already feasted that night, but when you are a blood elf, your addiction for such power is often unsated. Out of the clearing the soft sounds of the footfalls of the Witcher are heard. Had he come to be referee in this latest melee with the Blood elf? She was surely causing problems everywhere she went. This may well have not been her fault, had she bothered to listen to the right directions. The tense standoff lasted another few moments, before the Centaurs all started to move back and allow the Blood elf to pass. Unsure if this was some sort of trick, she yelled at the Witcher. ”Tell them I mean it!” For certain he knew what she could do when pressed. <3>
IceTe3a: He watched as it unfolded, the Centaurs had her surrounded they didn’t know if she was bluffing or not but they were not about to risk the lives of their leader, she on the other hand wasn’t bluffing he knew she would kill the leader without a second thought it was a stalemate if the Centaurs tried to call the bluff she’d take the leader and perhaps die from being overrun, or the Centaurs could die from her sheer power. He was hoping he didn’t have to step in but the elf gave him no choice, asking him to tell them she wasn’t bluffing. A sigh came from his lips as he pushed from his shoulder and came to a stand, walking into view the Centaurs started whispering as he came closer his arms folded against his chest as he walked through the group they gave him path without question, they were watching him cautiously as a Witcher by itself is a great threat to any magical being but the legendary White wolf Witcher was another entire story. Walking in between the leader and the elf he glanced down at the elf’s open palm that was now pointing the green orb directly at himself, he was facing her as his hues glanced back up to hers. “Put it away before I make you.. it wasn’t a threat he just made more of a promise he went silent for a moment as the Centaurs started to ease back a little, he could see Mersa circling around slowly in the distance she was making sure her new partner was to come to no harm. “ Derek, We both know you have no real claims, the only reason I haven’t forced my hand yet is because you haven’t caused me any trouble… Do not force my hand Derek” it was a direct threat to the leader, basically stating the obvious that the Centaurs claims to these lands were not valid and were not recognized by the Witchers, advising him to back off before his patience ran dry, he was standing between them both and had just threatened them both he came off either really cocky and sure of himself or simply experienced in his tradecraft either way this was about to get interesting, the Centaurs wouldn’t start a war with the Witchers they wouldn’t win but this elf, he continued to examine her with his demon looking eyes. He would need to have words with this elf once all this was over.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The Blood Elf was showing her true nature, and she was nothing like elves that the Centaurs may have encountered before. Cali’s power only increased when angered and at this point she was very close to taking the leader’s life force just to spite all that stood around them. The green orb of light swirled and built in size – a testimony to her strength and power. It matched the dangerous hues of her eyes and the combination had a harrowing aura building up around the girl. Only now, with the Witcher entering the fray was the battle about to go one way or another. At first he turned his attentions on Cali, and ordered that she put the orb away before he made her. Naturally Cali was reluctant too. Her head whipping around, her breath in short sharp pants as she surveyed the other Centaurs for signs that they were going to break rank and attack her. Needless to say, when the Witcher then turned on the leader of the Centaur it became apparent that the Witcher was treating the Centaur leader with the same disdain. Snorting angrily, the leader then turned away from the Elf and beckoned with his hand that his herd follow him out. All did so with angered looks at both the Blood Elf and the Witcher. Thankfully, no one had to die. Slowly, Cali started to lower her left hand, with the ball of green light turning into a fine mist before withdrawing back into the Blood Elf’s body. She was still breathing hard from the exertion of building up her powers, and would be silent for a moment till she found her voice. ”Are you King of these lands?” <3>
IceTe3a: He watched as Derek snorted up a fuss but in short time he ordered his herd to follow him, with reluctant attitude they left to go deeper into their forest leaving the elf and him behind. He could have just as easily killed the leader but that would mean killing the elf too, blood seeks blood and it would have been the only other way, his hues fell back to the elf as she asked if he was king of these lands “ No “ he said simply as he watched her hand lower and the orb disappear. With a slight whistle Mersa came running past the Elf from behind and rounded up behind him, she softly lowered her head and nuzzled his arm as he continued to watch the Elf. “I know why you’re here, but if you continue to cause issue I will send you back one way or another “ he glanced up to Mersa for a moment and then back at her, “ The Centaur have no real claims on this forest, but they despise Mundane so they choose to live in these forest self claiming territory. There are many unspoken laws in these lands, if you’re not careful you will die before the days out, elf” By now the Centaur were well out of sight, it would not take them long to go back to their encampments for the rest of the night, no doubt complaining about him stepping in, the only reason he held weight in his words was because of his title – The white wolf. It was well known throughout the entire world as he travelled, many knowing him for his skills in warfare and all things magical, stories and legends forged around his many battles and feats, his pure strength. Those who wished to not meet a Witcher counted every day a blessing they did not meet the legendary White wolf for he was the strongest out of the pack, or at least the strongest Male witcher, there was another.. A female just like him, an albino just like him she was in all intent and purposes his other half, she was away on a job last he saw her they went different ways for once. He knew their paths would cross again soon enough and she would no doubt be attempting to handle and control him as she always did. Coming back to reality he glanced around “You’re still heading in the wrong direction, after I warned you and gave you the right directions. Are you Ignorant or deaf?” he stood there with an emotionless face, what he said was blunt and to the point he never once thought about what he was going to or had said ever.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The blood elf’s idea that this Witcher may have been King of these lands by the way he treated those that passed through it was totally off base. He answered her simply that he was not. No sooner had he spoke the Witcher whistled. The Warg – his new companion appeared out from the scrub and nuzzled the Witcher as he continued to speak to the Blood elf with disdain. He was adamant that if she continued to cause trouble in these parts, that he would send her back to her world himself. Cali scoffed at the idea he could do such a thing, but in the back of her mind she hated the very thought of it. Her eyes went from the Warg, and then back to settle on the Witcher’s face when he asked if she was ignorant or deaf for getting the directions so wrong that she was well off the right path to the nearest city. Driving her polearm into the dirt she said simply. ”I thought it was this way. A simple mistake.” She was indignant about being corrected. Noticing the puncture wounds on the Witcher’s arm that was not there when she encountered him at the Inn, she asked. ”Looks like I am not the only one to get into a fight.” She was keenly observant for the wound only gave off a wonderful smell. She had to fight back her cravings and not get herself into more trouble with the Witcher. <3>
IceTe3a: – He watched as she looked from him to the Warg and back, a Warg to someone not from these lands could be a startling thing, this one in particular was a lot larger and muscular than the average Warg. He wasn’t about to explain to the elf exactly what Mersa was as it would be a waste of time, he watched her body movements as she basically pointed out his fresh arm wound which was still oozing out his blood slightly, he looked down at it and back up she obviously could smell his raw magical power “Still hungry? Be sure, I have more Raw power in me than you can feed on “ that was both an observation and a threat as to his strength a simple smirk was on his face as he looked around “ Can’t tell the direction? I said east, you’re heading west; further into the forest. he shook his head as Mersa came to lay down behind him, her back was still reaching his shoulders she was quite large, as he gave her a solid pat. He had to figure out what he was going to do with the elf, should he kill her, let her go? He had no clue but honestly she hardly worried him at all. “ Your husband is dead, if he’s anything like you he tried to feed on the wrong thing and ended up dying because of it, if you insist on venturing to find his lifeless body. I suggest going to the nearest city and hiring a guide or a tracker… the city is east.. east is in that direction.. he raised his right arm and pointed slightly to the left behind her, to make sure this time she knew which way she needed to go. “ The mundane don’t like elves they’ll hate you, expect to be shunned at most places. They hate Me more than elves though so you should be fine as long as you don’t feed “
CharlotteCarrendar: – It was becoming clear that the Blood Elf had set out on her quest with very little knowledge of what she was getting herself into. This world was nothing like her own, and she was travelling blind – almost. Her natural responses to defend herself were justified in each case, and it was not like she set out to cause the fights that had sprung up – twice now in quick succession. She seemed to be making a habit of it. Every so often the Blood Elf would stare at the Warg, before looking back at the Witcher as he tried to talk some sense to her. Creatures who are constantly on guard, tend to be a bit over cautious and she needed to start to think first before she acted. The Witcher picked up on her sudden interest in his wound which was radiating his energy like water from a stream. He reminded her that he had more raw energy in him then she could ever dare take. The threat was heeded, and the Blood Elf backed off a little. She wasn’t stupid. “ Can’t tell the direction? I said east, you’re heading west; further into the forest.” The Witcher was right. She was heading deeper into the darker forest. Now with the right path shown, she was about to make tracks, when the Witcher explained that though she might reach the city, that she would be seen as trouble, being that Mundane did not like elves. He also reminded her that he believed her husband dead. This was something she simply could not accept. ”Only when his corpse is presented to me, will I believe him dead. You do not understand the bond I have with my mate. If he had died…I would have felt it, and never made this journey.” One thing was for sure, she was loyal to her mate. <3>