Preface

Okay, this is the RPG thread, and before I start I have a few more expectations and guideline to get across to you guyz. The first thing we are going to do is an introduction phase that we can refer to as the expostion, I will establish the conflict and all the players will bring their characters into the setting, the exposition will have no special rules or anything else, but there will be no *player controlled war hint hint. So we do not start moving armies until I give the notification that the intro phase is over... don't think that I am making an extra step in this newbie's, because all good rpg's and novels as I am a writer have this stage, I am simply reminding you guys of this. Directions about where to start will come at the end of this thread which will be very long, remember I am setting it up for two seperate parties.

Concerning Armies

As you know the players are going to be warring against eachother, but there won't be battles every other day and most of them should last longer than that anyway, consider the battle in A New Power. Besides Player controlled/started battles there will be some (many) that I set up as a direct part of the storyline, keep in mind that I will be setting up challenges for both sides and there will be two intertwining storylines. Now, when you do start moving armies, your characters will divise battle strategies IC, then once your moving begins the players who wish to do so can travel with the army, but it is me who will be describing their path based on what you have devised together in game. I recomend looking at the map often, as that will be your only guide as to the path of whatever armies are moving. WAR WILL BE REALISTIC!!! if you have a huge army, so be it, this is a huge RPG, but you had better have the supplies to support it, for vampires this will mean slave drivers, prison carts whatever... and unlike in a new power your army can move 24 7 if it has been well fed, and to remain in good health a Vampire must feed at least 3 times a month.

The RPG

Mt. Tatu

For days now the northern islands of Mormura had been blinded by fierce ashstorms, carried up from the southern volcanoes by a strong wind. Night had just begun to creep over the eastern horizon, pushing the redening sun westward.

"There have been many battles recently," The Eldest stated, his voice echoed out of his throat, the years having great effect on it. "There has been a change, I can sence it," He looked around the elegantly carved ashen table at the last of the Eldest, the first of the Gaurdians. he sighed at the number. only six, he recalled the deaths of all the others, through centuries of warfare, they were all that was left. Each of the Gaurdians was dresses in a thick assortment of century old ceremonial black robes, the hoods drawn up, concealing their faces.
"My lord," one spoke, looking down, as was proper in the presence of their leader, "What of Faortinber? We have reason to believe that the city is under threat of attack,"
The leader looked up, his stare piercing the Gaurdian who had spoken, all of them continued their downward stare. "They have an army of two thousand men, nothing we can offer them will help,"
"My lord," the Gaurdian boldly protested, "It is our duty to protect the humans-"
"NO! The leader stood now, "Our duty is to rid the land of the agents of Felfalas! If this had been earlier times, I would have surely marched out proudly to war and met the Vampires as they surged foreward by the thousands, but it is not... and our men must be conserved, we are few Kelar, in comparison to the Vampire army, we must wait until the time is right." With those words the council ended, and the seven exited the sacred room and emerged into the great hall, where hundreds of Gaurdians wiated in silence for their words.
"We take no action this night," the Eldest said, before taking his seat upon the grnad throne at the head of the hall.


Xiton, City of Vampires

Night had set in some time ago, leaving the city emptied, soon the screams of local mortals would be heard as the hunters returned from their expeditions and the feeding began. Xiton is located a few hundred miles south of the great desert on the main island of Mormura. The hours went on, still only silence. The cavern was a great circle, some 400 feet in diameter with varios seating and blood splattered tables with fresh leather strips for tying down this nights ceremonial meal. many tunnels led off from the circular room, they went in all directions, and dotted the walls and cielings as they were accesibal to vampires anywhere. Each one went to a personnal space in the city, where the inhabbitant called home and kept his weapons armor and all other belongings which meant something to it.
Another hour, still silence... suddenly the sound of screams filled the room, mixed with the pounding of a thousands steps. From the main tunnel leading into the room a hoard of people suddenly ran into the room, spreading out and trying to hide, but all attempts were futial. men, women and children, it didn't matter... blood is blood. For a moment the mob grew silent as they wiated for an uncertain death, the only guesses that could be made were based upon the horrid devices that lay scattered throughout the room, the tables with their leather straps ready and the blood, splattered everywhere, on the walls, even the high ceiling which was some 70 feet above their head. Slowely they came, through the main tunnel and into the chamber, they spread out, and the humans cowered on the far ends of the room, huddled against the back wall where it gave way in many places to the dark passages behind. From them yet more of the creatures came, forcing the mortified grop into the center of the room... then from the higher passages, they emerged like insects crawling on the cieling, blood dripping from their mouths and claws. one by one they dropped into the crowd, it had begun. within minutes the lucky were dead, the others descovering the purpose of the tables and the straps which were now wrapped tightly around their wrists and ankles. the Vampires bent over thier screaming victims, whispering to them words of malice before they slowely sunk their teeth into thier necks.

Starting

okay, that was just wonderful wasn't it, I am tired and very frustrated with my writing right now, and am considering redoing it all because it is terrible, and I apoligize for the crued ability, It is not my best, and I just hate it!! ahhh! oh well, I am gonna have to live with it for a while, at least until I have something better prepared as I did not pre-wright this to hurry things along.

Anyway, Gaurdians, place your characer in Mt. Tatu (that is the spire on the map) and vamps you get to place yourself in the feeding. That is all you need to do for now so... until the plot starts to unfold just roleplay.

Tiemuile woke up from his slumber to loud screams, he was sweaty and felt cold. That might be because some vivid dream, which he still occasionally had, something about his past that he couldn't remember anymore when he was awake. Or the strange feelings could have been due to his thirst for blood.

Tiemuile hadn't eaten for a week now. "Aah it is time I think, at least from the screams one could assume that they have brought the cattle in.", he thought with a smile on his face. Cattle that's what mere humans are to him now. Like animals are to humans, something to feed on, something that God(s) or nature has provided us with.

Tiemuile was almost at the end of the tunnel that led to the main hall. Now standing at the end of the tunnel he watched how his kin feasted on the innocent peasants, children and women didn't make a difference. But this sight only made Tiemuile more hungry, as he approached the sacrificial tables his eyes burning from the sensation that awaited him. Drinking fresh blood gave him such a great and sensational feeling that he couldn't ever have achieved as a human. Or could he, his memories of that long gone time are starting to fade, his mind could be just playing tricks on him and blocking the good memories of his time as a human.

He can just barely remember what it was like the first time he feasted in this hall. It seemed barbaric it still does, he despises his kin for their rudeness and barbaric behavior. Still as barbaric the whole dining seemed even the first time it had certain glamour to it, just reckless chaos it seemed to be. Sometimes he mused himself thinking about the power this "reckless chaos" had if it would be directed and controlled the right way. And who better to do that than Tiemuile the wisest of the vampires.

This was exactly what happened when he drank blood, he got new wild ideas, his body felt more powerful and refreshed than ever. Now he had almost drank the man on the board dry and decided to get some female blood. There was certain difference in flavor or he was imagining again. But he lusted for female blood and then he caught a sight of a young girl around 14, "Now that would taste bloody good." he thought, and smiled at his dark humor.

With a leap as quick as a lighting Tiemuile caught the girl and slammed her to the ground. The girl screamed for help she was horrified. Just before Tiemuile would have bitten his teeth to her neck, he was tackled to the ground. The attacker was a man of ordinary size probably the girls father, quickly and with force Tiemuile slashed with his claws, the mans belly was ripped open and blood began to flow from the wound. Now three or more vampires were dragging and ripping the attacker. Tiemuile slipped away from the commotion, the little girl was now alone. With two slashes he knocked the girl unconscious and began to drink her blood. After finishing his meal and after the adrenalin rush had gone, his human side took more control and seeing that the girl was still alive he put her out of her misery by twisting her neck thus breaking it.

He had have enough blood now, his head was completely clear he didn't have one single thought or feeling. He didn't know if this was some mechanism build naturally to vampires against feelings like pity, regret or guilt. All he knew was that he felt like nothing had happened, or more like he had just eaten a great meal.

Volrath had been sharpening his weapons when he heard the sound of screams. Human screams. He quickly put his weapons on his belt and went to the sacrifical tables. The thought of drinking human blood made him think of his old village, the way he had felt some empowered after all of there deaths. The hundreds of blood filled humans, all his blood. He laughed.

He arrived at the sacrifcal tables seeing several of his own kind trying to take the blood of the humans. They would quickly knock the human unconscious and then drink the blood. Volrath felt like enjoying himself and decided to torment one of the younger females and their father.

He found a young girl that looked of the age of 9 or 10 and decided to begin drinking her blood. A man quickly shouted out," Boy, what are you doing, killing your own kin?"

"I am not of your kin old fool." He turned around so that the man could see his vampiric form. "And I am not boy." With that he began making small wounds in the man's body, watching him be tormented as a long process to death taking several hours long happen. He would drink the blood as it fell on the floor and then devour the body once it had died from lack of blood. He laughed, though he felt that he could have a little bit more fun with his victim. "Perhaps killing your daughter will make this a bit more fun?" Volrath turned to the girl, thinking of the several ways of killing her.

"Perhaps I should cut open her throat. That would certainly spill the blood everywhere. Maybe I should cut off each of the limbs, slowly though to torment the girl. No, no, that would take too long. Or I could poison her. It could be faster then the father's death, and very tormenting." With that, Volrath quickly cut a small gash in the girls arm with one of his wakizashis.

"You monster!" Cried the man, gazing at his daugher who was screaming in pain from the poison.

"Me, monster. Perhaps. Doesn't sound evil enough now does it. You're just not being any fun right now though. I might as well just spill the blood. I haven't feed in several weeks so I am getting fairly week." Volrath quickly lunged out with both his wakizashis simitaniously striking of the head of the girl and her father. He began drinking the blood gleefully, thinking of his victims deaths.

With a slight glance up from his reading, Nyte stands up when he hears the screams of humans in the main chamber. He lets out a light sigh and slowly closes his emerald green eyes, thinking about personal things. Placing the red book on his bed, he walks out of his cavern and into the main chambers. Nyte has one of the rooms on the ground level, which used to prove a nuisance with people barging in, but that problem is no longer evident since he has punished those who interupt him. Admist the chaos of blood and gore, screams of children and women, Nyte notices a small little girl cowering next to his chambers. He looks at her with apologetic eye and draws one of his finely crafted scimitars. Kneeling down in front of the girl, Nyte is flushed with his human emotions and feels much regret for what he has to do to survive.

Nyte looks into the young girl, who looks only 6 or 7 and tells her, "I am sorry...." With a flash of his blade, the girls throat is split open and blood splashes everywhere. The vampires now blood covered face slowly feeds off the girls corpse. Although he hates having to kill children and does realize that young blood tastes sweeter, he never participates in the torturous ways of his kin, thinking it barbaric and cruel. A quick death is a much more humane way of killing, and even then Nyte feels guilty but realizes killing is necessary. Oh how he wishes he was human again, but that is just his small fragment of human side talking.

His true vampiric side, though, speaks a voice of a different tune. His eyes dialate at the taste of blood and he starts turning more animalistic as his blood lust begins. He begins to tear the corpse apart, her intestines and internal organs showering the 10 foot area around him. Nyte even eats some of her organs while lost in his blood lust. Oh how he loved the sweet sweet flavor of a freshly killed victim. The childs blood was sweeter then anything he has tasted in a few months. This is better then when I had sex for the first time, Nyte thought, Oh how I wish I would have made this pathetic creature suffer more!

A raging vampire runs into Nyte and in his rage begins to slash at Nyte, apparently not realizing who he his. With a glare sharp enough to stop a dragon, he stares into his kins eyes. Not even a scream escaped the others lips before the blood craving scimitar slashed his throat. The smaller vampire grasped his throat and ran away to his home, a trail of blood following him. It was not a fatal wound, but apparently this was enough of a hint that no one interferes with Nyte Flamenhearts feeding! He looks back at the gorey mess of a girl left at his feet.

Suddenly he collapses on the floor, his small humane side making his lust stop. A single tear drops from his eye as he realizes the thing he has done. He sheathes his scimitar and screams loudly at his frustration. His inner conflict never ceases. "Soon the creature will take control fully of me..." Nyte whispers to himself. He raises his now glossy with tears eyes and witnesses the carnage before him. He cannot take this cruel onslaught any longer and retreats back to his cavern. Killing is one thing, and killing is necessary for our survival, but this sick demented torture is far from necessary for survival.

What evil thing have I become....he thought. "I cannot let this beast take over, I cannot become like them. I refuse to." He cleans the blood off of his blade and wipes the blood as best he can off of his clothes. He picks back up his book, escaping to the fantasy world where all life is good and no worries are present. But his life sadly, will not be this calm for very long.

Ed stood stoicly in the face of the volcanoes, standing on a rock on the side of Mt. Tatu. His robe was pure grey, and he wore the traditional helmet... merely because it was a dress requirement around these parts.

The mountain had a familiar feel to him. This was, technically, his home... so why wouldn't he stay? An old longing came within him to join his bretheren in battle against the latest threat... the Vampires... but to start at the lowliest rank? Never again would he be nothing more than a grunt to "die" in the front lines! It is undoubtedly what they would do... if they even would accept him to be nothing more than a man-for-hire...

He then began to think of all the Gaurdians most likely locked up and had their blood being sucked from them day and night by those meaningless parasites... and of the countless defiled victims they... ate... from.

If he was to help, this was his place, no matter how heroic he wanted to be. They gave him the tough jobs, and that suited him, for he was made for tough jobs.

He only wished he could take on the entire vampire hoard and return here.

'Too weak.' A familiar voice chided him. He began to worry he was actually going insane. 'You can only barely take on one or two vampires... how could you take on the horde!?' He grumbled to himself... one or two vampires!? He'd slaughtered plenty of bands of them! This voice was truly not something he wanted to listen to anymore... but it continued incessantly.

'It may as well be one or two vampires you fool! They grow too fast!'

No matter how hard he tried, the voice wouldn't stop. So he did the only plausible thing. He ignored what it was saying.

Much better.

He shook his head. There was nothing left for him in this spot, despite that it was nature- something he adored... it didn't talk back. Those millions of animals didn't care about all this politics and war and strife... and those plants... how could a tree care for anything? He longed for a day that he didn't have to care about anything. That, however, would not come for an immortal... he began cursing the name. The humans wished for immortality... how stupid they were. No fitting end was not something to be praised... everything must end.

Sooner or later, the vampires would capture all his bretheren, and incessantly suck their blood until their mouths dripped with it's precious substance.

Ed immediately shook his head. They would never get HIM, however. If they ever planned on attacking Mt. Tatu... he'd run... and be a vampire-terrorist... guerilla warfare was an extremely effective tactic. Those old fools up at the top of the spire couldn't handle change, however. It would be the end of them.

He grinned. No more politics in that case. In either way, too, he knew, if the vampires did take over the world, they would run out of victims to suck blood, except for the gaurdians... and that would mean Gaurdians would become an extremely valuable commodity, and they would have civil war over just a few. It would be a perfect opportunity to assassinate their major players in the midst of chaos. Perhaps, even, he could find a few of his bretheren who thought the same way, though it was an extremely slim chance.

It would be the dawn of a new age... and he was prepared for it. His hand touched the hilt of his greatblade... those vampires would pay for their defilement with blood.

He thought to himself, as he began the long hike back up to the spire...

'What a world it would be... full of vampires to slaughter...'

It was an exciting prospect to one who loathed them without relief.

OOC: Sad, sad souls.. And poor Ed, so ignorant.

Ah well, hence begins the chaos.

IC:
The ancient table shook with the violence of the sudden blow. Each of the guardians sank back a little in their seat as Kin'sahrion loomed over them, his shadowed form seeming to fill the room with his presence. "I will not!" he boomed, "to even think such a thing is poison to the mind! "Leave the battle behind", "command your troops from the tower", such ignorance! I would die a hundred thousand times and a hundread thousand again at the hands of the Vampires before I laid down my blades! Have you grown so dull in your wit? Are those men out there now numbers to you?"

He turned about, pushing his chair off to the side as he paced around the end of the table. How could they even consider such a thing? It was blaspheme as far as he was concerned. The guardians were made for battle, for strategy, not to sit on thier arses and ponder how many men it takes to kill a thousand Vampires. War is all about the warrior, not the army. Generals are remembered in history, and in turn the legions they lead, but no one cares about how the army moved as a whole, how they did battle as a whole. They cared about the individuals that stood out.. Not those who sat in the back of the lines and counted the number of troops.

But, the issue was not recognition. It was they assuming command of his decisions. Sure enough they were elders, but so was he. And his combat techniqes were sharper if it came to it.. But it would not. He turned again to the elders at the table, their hooded faces. Though he could not see them, he knew what each looked like. It happens after you are around the same people for millenia. He felt each of their gazes on him, expectant, pondering, and worried. They wanted him to stop going into battle not because they did not like his decision to do so, but because they feared that he would be the next to fall.

They had seen countless breatheren of the first order fall. Those originally created by the gods. Now there were only seven left, and each feared for the others something feirce. He Kin'sharion knew beyond doubt that they all wished to go to battle, to lead their troops to the glory of victory, but they did not want to leave the younger genorations without their leadership.. And they feared for their own lives. Kin'sharion too shared those fears, of what may happen without the council, but he fought that fear in a different way. With steel.

He took his seat again, and spoke with a calm voice, a change from the first time, "I will not sit back while those outside these chambers die. If they go, I go with them. That is how it must be."

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Kin'sharion recounted the events of the meeting as the leader explain the decisions to those gathered below the Elder's platform. Thousands of black-robed figures stood beyond. They filled the great hall so that it was impossible to see the floor in the ocean of shadow, illuminated only by scattered candles and a larger concentration of them on the platform. Off to the side of the platform was another, raise a little lower, where the higher ranking officials sat, generals. Kin'sharion recounted their faces by memory.. He had known each for centuries at least.

As the leader droned on Kin'sharion took to idley watching some of the guardians closer to the front. He saw them twitching, itching, and moving about slightly as they listened. He stood rock solid above them, never moving once. He was in no mood to scratch an itch anyhow, things were too dark for that. The masses would only recive what they were allowed to know, what could be allowed to seep out of the mountain fortress. The officials would get thier briefings later, even then, none except the Elders were to know the true extent of the threats they faced.

Things were going to get a lot more intresting very quickly.

Evien quickly knocked an arrow as he sighted an animal that was perticularly meated. "I have dinner for a few nights" he thought as the arrow leaped through the air and struck home in the animals foot. It did minimal damage to the meat but immobilized the prey to get the maximum quality and quantity. With the animal slung over his shoulders he slowly strode back to his hut. After preserving the meat and eating his fill he walked into the city, just in time for the assembly of the army. He listened quietly without anyone noticing his arrival. His bow had been left in his hut but he always carried a conceled kantana and wakizashi(sp?) around, just in case. Even if the kantana was revealed, chances are the wakizashi woulndn't; it was hidden perfectly in a pouch on the sheath. It is so well conceled that even a determined searcher would be baffeled for about an hour before discovering it. After the assembly, Evien quietly returned to his hut.

Jouralto listened closely to the sounds of the screaming. He liked this noise very much, but mostly from afar. "I hope they reserve me the usual...... mmmmmmmm....... I really love the Hawk families blood...."

He went to go and see if there were any decent humans left there for blood-satiation. He jumps down from the highest quarters, his quarters. "Hmmm, *sniff* I know the smell of the Hawk families blood........... THERE!"

He looks directly at a young boy about 12-years old. He looks at him for a moment. "Yesssss. You will make a good apetizer... but how to do it?" He thinks for a moment. "Maybe go after the heart first? No. That spoils all the blood. Maybe I can take my Scythers and cut open his lungs? No, but getting warmer...."

He finally decides on an answer. "I know the best way to get all the tasty blood out of this morsel. First, you take the Scythers and go...." He stabs the child in the gut three times. Blood begins to spew out of his stomache rapidly. Jouralto puts his mouth over the gaps and begins devouring the child's blood. After the stream began to slow, he noticed the childs head begining to sink into his sholders. "Hmmm.....that's not good....."

He quickly attacks the neck, using his fangs as piercers. He begins to suck the blood from the child. He pauses for a moment to speak to the child. "How does it feel? I'm getting a good meal, and you're getting out of school! Permanently!!"

He stabs the Scythers into his chest, rips it open and begins devouring the heart. "This was the best meal I've had in a while! What a tasty Hawk!" he says as he finally finishes drinking the blood, and begins to search for another victim.

Mt. Tatu, Great Hall

The chamber, carved from volcanic rock now had walls of darkened marble, many passages led off to side chambers and stairways that led to the spire and lower levels of the fortress. The room did not reflect the exterior of the moutain, which was a dull gray, castle structures built from black volcanic stone odorned its slopes in many places, and its base was hidden behind a 200 foot high wall, at its top a platform stretched out from the moutain side. The Great Hall is a large, rectangular room, at its southern end a 9 foot high set of double iron reinforced wooden doors open up to an isleway that lies in the center of the Hall. On either side of the isleway ashen tables can seat as many as 300 Gaurdians, all seats are oriented towards the northern half of the room where the Eldest is seated atop a raised platform in his throne. The Throne is a brilliant icon in Gaurdian lore, it is carved from magnificent obsidian stone and has thousands of pearls, rubies and emeralds inset in its dark surface, also intricate carvings cover its every inch.

After the Eldest's anouncment the Gaurdians ate in silence, their calm and refined forms giving no sign of their fierocity in battle. No acknoledgment was given to the stranger who entered the hall at its southern door, the hooded figure calmly walked down the central isle, his gaze fixed on the eldest, an untolerated lack of respect. the figure stood slightly shorter than the Gaurdians around it, he wore black robes that resembled the sacred dress of the gaurdians, his face concealed in shadow. He arrived at the base of the Eldest's throne, continuing his stare, the figure began to speak.

Xiton

Those who had been strapped down onto the tables were now in a state of unconciousness as the vampires withdrew... vary soon they would awaken despite the would-be fatal wounds inflicted on them.

OOC: Uhm, weren't all the "elders" created at the same time? Being in the original genoration?.. And during this feast, would weapons be at hand? More specifically, is my haleberd at hand or just my sword, or nothin? Heh, I like my gear handy.

IC: As did the other Elders at the table, Kin'sharion stood at the mans approach. Several Gaurdians near the man did the same. It was unspoken acknowledgement of the mans defiance to the tradition of the Guardians. Along with it, Kin'sharion made good one of his "felt more then seen" glares. He noticed by the way the man held his wieght that he was confident, and he came here likely as a messenger, or for demands. If he turned out hostile he likely had some form of mischeif to back up his self-image. Things like this were quite apparent, having been dealing with people for so long, and he always remembered to use he experience well.

When the man halted, it was Kin'sharion that spoke first, knowing even that he was out of place. It mattered not to him, he already had a track record of being "too bold". "Speak, stranger, but know that you stand in the presence of the Guardians. Upon hallowed ground not ment for mortals. If mortal you be then a block may soon find your head." His voice was threatening, yet at the same time reserved. It was in such a way as it did not reveal his true anger to the entire crowd, but if the man was smart he would understand. One does not simply waltz into such a place with such confidence as this without a certain measure of either intellegence or stupidity. He knew better then to consider it stupidity.

He then felt the gazes of the Elders fall upon him because of the outburst. He ignored them, knowing that none in the room would stand to challenge his authority to speak. Perhaps the eldest (ahem) would reprimand him later, but that would be the end of it.. And Kin'sharion knew the halls well enough to keep himself from a good scorning. He then concentrated on the man in the room again. He sought to find the man's, or creature's eyes beneath the shadow of his hood. Sought to see some hint of his motives, he found none..

Then the man began to speak.

OOC: A bit shorter then I would have liked, but you didn't give me much to work with.

ooc: exactly my intention Shadow but, I did not intend for you to be a part of the Council of the Eldest, but I can see no harm in it now, but just to make it clear: there are more than seven elders left, those are just the Eldests council who serve as co leaders and advisors. In a way it is good that shadow placed himself there, It gives the party some direct control over the armies before certain events which I am not telling you about yet. Just so you know at the present, no pc has any control over the armies of theri race, just a hint that something is changing.

Mt. Tatu, Great Hall

The creature turned to face the speaker, his gaze seemed to pierce Kin' Sharion like the tip of an icy blade interupting his own speach which was preparing to spill out from behind his foul and yet unseen lips. Thoughts suddenly filled Kin' Sharion's mind, but they were not his own: I do not fear you Kin' Sharion, you are but an agent of false gods long dead. If you sence confidence in my posture then you would be most correct, for a find myself far superior to your kind... which I find much less honorable and magnificent then i imagined. The creature turned back to the Eldest, pausing for a moment as if listening to unheard words.

Nyte let out a slow sigh as he rose from his bed. The screams were slowly fading, and his kin were returning to their homes on a full stomach. He realized that new vampires were to be born soon and he realized that some may barge into his cave is they were not strapped down well enough. He didn't bother drawing his scimitars, knowing that his battle prowess was much more then any newly spawned leech.

Even though Nyte didn't remember his transformation from the sane, civil human that he once was into this beastialic parasite, he has seen it before. It is a horrid thing, witnessing a creature such as a human, who is so beautfiul, turn into a blood sucking leecher of life. It saddened him so much to know that he is part of this. Why don't I just take this blade and kill myself? He thought...

But that thought left his mind as quickly as it entered. Nyte had an obligation to his kin! They saved him from the meaningless world of the mortals! He is now immortal, and he owes it to this all powerful race that he now is to help them become victorious in battle, whatever the cause may be.

"This is my life now, and I can't change that. I should just enjoy the strength and indulge in the blood.....but I can't." Nyte whispers to himself, "Why does my human side ever haunt me with its sanity....?"

Again Evien strode into Mt. Tatu for his daily checkup. He arrived just as the figure did. He watched from the shadows. Just as the figure was about to speak, he interupted,"What might you be doing here stranger?". "Perhaps you wish to join us?" the sarcasm dripping in his voice. He knew he would get lectured for this but he had a fair status in the guardian legions so it wouldn't be too bad. The figure ignored him, much to his displeasure, and continued to speak.

Kin'sahrion held the being's gaze with a steel countenance, shooting back at the figure in his mind, Supiriority will only get you so far - you are one, we are many.. I don't care who or what you are, you are not making easy allies. He had no idea if the being would hear him in his mind. But it didn't matter. Whatever this creature was it was definitly holding something back. Hidden behind its arrogance was a reason, and Kin'sharion suspected that weather he wanted to or not, this being was about to let him know what it was.

He stepped forward, slightly infront of the elder, though not directly in his path. It was his job to protect his warriors, and this creature didn't seem all that friendly. If things got ugly, he would be the first line of defense between it and the eldest. Times were getting dark indeed..

OOC: Bah, too short.. Gimme more room!!

Elratha awoke just outside the village of ______, on the island of ______ (I'll fill these in once I talk to Mr. Rud) and got ready for the day. It looked to be a busy one at that, with more and more orders for weapons and armor. After eating, Elratha gathered his equipment, and his training weights. Before pounding the anvil for the rest of the day, he would work on his speed. As Elratha walked out the door, he picked up his Samehada (sharkskin sword) and placed it on his shoulder.

Elratha ran a short distance to a large loosely wooded field. He made it a short way into the field, and stopped. In the blink of an eye, he smashed his samehada through the small tree directly to his right. Kicking off the stump, Elratha went left and spun low. Another small tree was ripped from it's roots at ground level.

"Not good enough," Elratha muttered to himself, "time to put the weights on. Spending countless days in the forge makes me stronger than most, but I am unable to train as often as I would like."

Elratha sat down and took the weights from his pack. He strapped two to his wrists, and twice the weight on each of his legs. With a roar of energy, Elratha jumped up and proceeded to slowly de-forest the pasture.

After some time, Elratha stops and collapses. Breathing heavily he lays there for a short while. Elratha gets up after regaining some stamina and makes his way back to his residence. He eats a small meal and then opens the doors to his forge. Looking down upon the village from his hillside shop, he can already see a Guardian making his way up the path. Elratha starts walking and meets him partway down.

"Ah hello Makura," Elratha notices the broken Bahdrain sword he is carrying, "Didn't I tell you before not to go to smith Bahdrain?" Elratha laughs. "The best smiths in all of Mormura are Torabar! Come, we will get you a replacement that won't break this time."

ooc: ensis start heading towards Mt. Tatu, you will need to meet up with the rest of the PC's, also PM me your location on the map and I will tell you what Island/village your in... don't rush your character to Mt. Tatu though, be realistic, I am gonna say now because the issue has arrised that the Eldest has one-two Gaurdians in various villages as scouts basically that watch over that area and report back every so often, Ensis you can be one of those garrisons with your friend... I would recomend that it is about time for you to report so you begin making your way north.

Xiton

an eerie silence had fell upon the chamber, only the faint noise of blood trickling from the tables interupted the silence. The vampires had withdrawn to the outskirts of the chamber and were pressed ahainst the outer wall or the passages that led to personnal dwellings. All faced inward and watched silently. The feeling in the room began to change as, one by one their eyes opened for the first time in their new form, the silence remained still for a few more moments until the first of the angry screams echoed off the stone. One of the newly awoken clenched his fists and the veins in his neck throbbed, spilling the last of their blood out of the vicious wounds inflicted on them in the humans last moments alive. Suddenly he snapped the leather wrappings around his wrists and set up, releasing a blood curdling howl... The next generation had awakened.

Volrath waited, knowing that one of the new generation would come fourth, drunk from the power that had been given to them. He had not been in a true fight for a while, so he had a large bloodlust, wanting some practice. He waited patiently near the sacrifical chamber for several hours until 5 new vampires came out. They each looked as though they were full grown men when they were humans before the transformation.

"Tell me, do you feel cursed, blessed, energized, with the new transformation?" Volrath yelled over to the group.

"Who the hell are you?" one of the men called out, ignorant of how powerful Volrath was.

"They call me Volrath." Volrath yelled to the men. A man suddenly came screaming out.

"You! It was you that cursed my daughter and I! You will die! Now I have the power, not you!" The man leapt at Volrath, pulling out a small dagger.

"I killed you as a human, what makes you think I can not kill you as a vampire?" Volrath asked the man, but he continued to lunge at Volrath. Volrath swiftly dodging or blocking the weak blows. "Come now, you can do better then that." Volrath said.

"You have cursed me, and now I shall kill you!" cried the man. Volrath quickly pulled out his wakizashis, blocking a slightly stronger blow then usual.

"See, the effects of the vampire are just taking place. You should have never challenged me." Volrath quickly blocked several blows while speaking.

"You will die!" the man yelled. Volrath blocked a blow one of the man's blows with one wakizashi and and hit the throat of the man with his other.

"Nice suicide attempt, but we need worthless grunts like you around for when the Guardians attack. You're lucky I'm in such a generous mood right now." Volath released his wakizashis. "But please, feel free to tell me your name."

"They call me Mishara."

"Good. Tracking you down and killing you should be much easier now that I know your name." Volrath walked off, hoping to return to his home by mid night. "I wonder how I should kill thsi Mishara once he proves useless?" Volrath thought to himself.

Xiton

Mishara turned, beginning to walk away, although weak fromhis draining as all new Vampires are he could easily kill a human unarmed. he looked back at Volrath, wondering how long it would be before his human side was completely gone and he saw that creature walking away as an allie.

OOC: I have one thing to say to everything OOC said before. KEFKA PWNS JOO.

Ed walked inside the Great Hall. He stood behind a random officer, and recieved a report on the latest jobs that were up for a man like him for hire. It was something that was done every day, and Ed planned to do it every day, until whatever major battles were won by whichever side. He didn't think it bade well for the Gaurdians, personally, but anything was possible.

As he read over the report, it said the usual. Vampires were getting closer and closer, creeping along the landscape... et cetera, et cetera...

Now, the fun part.

Hmm... vampire band A up north... or vampire band B to the west? Both were accused of slaughtering some random town. Both had equal pay on their heads.

It didn't matter. These vampires didn't matter... well most of them, at least. He had to admit that a select few had what it took to beat a Gaurdian of his caliber... but they didn't prove themselves until they were decapacitated and left to get a nasty sunburn the next day.

Oh how they hated sunburns... the sun was something Ed had to get used to, or perish. That was the only choice out in the desert. How he missed it... but duties called him here.

In the end, he picked both. He needed the exersise anyway.

He was out of the Great Hall almost as quickly as he had come in.

i am gonna feed you all a ton of info right now that your characters technically already know>>>Mt. Tatu

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Great Hall
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Library
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Last Line of Defence
Castle Structure______________
Top of Wall, main level, living quarters
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Armory/Barracks...top of wall
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Ground Level/First line of Defence, gates
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Dungeon Levels
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Mining areas/forges

-------------------------------------------------------------------------Okay, i hope someone can understand that diagram of Mt. Tatu... let me provide descriptions of each level, so that your characters can wonder about freely and know what is around the area

Spire: The great spire is the symbol of Tarturas, a last monument to his greatness, this collasal monument srests the peak of the mountain and at its vary top the altitude is a whopping 55,000 feet, the mountain makes up for most of this though, the spire itself is around 2,850 feet tall... and is the largest "man"-made object on the planet. The purpose of the Spire is to provide a point which the Gaurdians can over see a vast region, however a good veiw from its top is rare due to the clouds which either envelop it or are down below.
Main Fortress: Although several castle-like structures are scatteered around the mountain this one is the main military structure, it boasts fortified walls and four outer towers, each equiped with trebuchettes capable of launching debris for hundreds of feet considering their location atop the mountain. The keep is also fortified and holds a garrison of 400 Gaurdians who live there rather than in the lower levels of the mountain. The great spire juts up from the center of the keep.
Great Hall: Beneath The Fortress is the great hall, which serves as the Gathering place for all Gaurdians and is home to the Eldests throne. All feasts and ceremonies are held here along with the council of the Eldest where the last seven of Tarturas' original council still meats monthly to share discoveries, observations and thoughts of threat from Vampire attack and more.
Castle Structure: There is no chamber or large room directly below the great hall, but about half way between it and the library a castle is built into the eastern slopes of the mountain, it resembles a smaller version of the fortress, but is oriented to be tall and thin rather than the wider open design of the Main Fortress. At this altitide the grand stair has its longest stretch from the Great Hall to the Library, it is situated on the northern half of the mountain and runs straight down from the great fortress to the Forges and Mines, rarly are journeys made that cover its entire height. From this stair every main passage goes in a straight path to every major room, as they are all located in the center of the Mountain, with more minor rooms scattered around them which the stairs also have passages leading off to.
Library: This huge collection of books has peices dating back to the creation, All the knoledge that the Gaurdians posess is kept here under heavy Gaurd, but any trusted Gaurdian has access to the thousands of tomes
Tower: This large Tower adorns a Northern slope of the Mountain, it is built into the sheer Mormuri's face as it is called, a cliff that hangs near the middle of the mountain on its northern slope. The Tower is defensive, and has a large trebuchette at its top. Many skilled archers live permanantly in this tower.
Last Line of Defence: This is a high wall that encircles the top half of the mountain, its foundations stretch beneath the surface 3 levels, all of which are share a large garrison, these levels also serve as a checkpoint along the great stair, although unless you are in one of the military structures or levels the city seems very civillian, but A Gaurdian's weapons are sacred to him and every Gaurdian is a warrior which will go to battle proudly whenever that night comes.
Castle Structure: About 500 feet below the upper wall a second castle is perched upon the mountains western slopes, it is nearly identical to the Eastern castle higher up.
Main level: This area consists of 5 levels with the bottom one being the top of the Main Wall, which is over a thousand feet high. The Wall serves two purposes, as it is also a circular structure built around and up to the mountain side, creating a large flat area between the edge of the wall and the mountainside where many doors lead into the main level of the Mountain city and various defensive structures such as trebuchettes, towers and small castles are based. The structure starts at ground level, so essentially is the base of the mountain. The space within the main level contains the main collection of homes and is complete with subterrainean roads and buildings that stretch from the floor to the ceiling which is about 20 feet high on all four levels.
Barracks and Armory: This is the final resting place of all weapons and armor as it arrives from the lowest level of Mt. Tatu before it is donned by A gaurdian, each peice is custom, and the Gaurdian that will eventually wear it in battle is always present when their armor and weapons are forged. Also extensive training for Gaurdians is held at these levels, most of it beyond what any mortal could survive.
First Line of Defense: The next major level is Ground level, Where four massive gates are heavily gaurded by soldiers who reside in each gates portcullis structure which is identical for each gate (other than the southern) and consists of two towers and the battlements on top of the roof of the Portcullis. There is a gate for all the cardinal directions. The southern gate is a much more massive and magnificent structure that is even more heavily Gaurded with a small tower on either side and a larger tower atop it's main portcullis.
Dungeons: These levels stretch 400 feet under the ground, everything from humans who pose a minor threat to captured Vampires are kept here along with exiled Gaurdians and various creatures ready to be skinned for fur or scales...
Mines and Forges: Everything Below the Dungeons are the sacred forges of the Gaurdians where the finest weaponry the planet has ever seen have been made and the armor of a Gaurdian. Below the forges are the mines where humans and Gaurdains work alongside eachother both willingly and unwillingly to find the materails needed to make weapons and armor and clear out areas for more additions to the cities... a few areas around the mines are small underground cities home to human laborers, these cities are entirely self contained and in a way are the backbone for the Gaurdians.


The outlying areas around and in between the main levels I have described are all extensions of the subterrainean Gaurdian cities, however most space is solid rock to keep the strength of the mountain in tact and prevent a catastrophic collapse.
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few that was a long essay... but it had to be provided one way or another, now you know where you can go other than the Great Hall!!

The exact details on the relatioships between other human societies and the one inside Mt. Tatu and The Gaurdians will come later, right now my keyboard is tired.

I just drew this up in 5 seconds, it is a basic layout of Mt. Tatu, the scale is screwed though and if you see any differences betwwen it and my diagram at the top of this post trust the diagram not this!!! I only drew it to give you a better picture of what I was trying to describe so use the pic as a guide but fill in whatever you picture from my text around it.

OOC: Woot, thanks MDRud216. Now all we need is a free moment to explore!

OOC: Would it be possible to give a description of the Vampire city as well, and the way it looks, etc.?

um.. yeah... It will be coming soon... as well as a major human city...

Mt. tatu

The creature took more steps toward the Eldest, never losing what would be eye contact, he stopped short of the throne, his peircing gaze locked on the Eldest. "Coward!! You have dishonored you kind with the disgracful decision of taking no action against the Vampiric Hoarde," The creature yelled into the Eldests face, his voice was like that of a whisper louder than half an army charging into battle. Then in a new tone he yelled like an enraged man.. "You are a disgrace to your kind Sateraious!! leading an army from your spire!" Without a noise the creature drew his sword with speed unlike anything a Gaurdian could acheive, he thrust the curved blade towards the Eldest, but was blocked by the bastard sword of another Gaurdian, within moments the room was converging on the throne, chaos erupted as the first of the Gaurdian heads were severed adn the stranger ducked below blades and bent to dodge blows with nearly twice the spead that a Vampire could acheive.

OOC: Guess that answers the weapon question... Hehe, I know what "the creature" is and more then that I have a damned good idea of what the plot twist is.. You are one of those hopeless epic people, just like me.

IC:

Kin'sharion was fighting his way through the crowd to the creature, whatever it was, belowing out orders to the guardians. "Pin him down! Don't let him leave! I want his head on a pole to show the next of his kind that the Guardians mean business!!" He fought against the tides of people, beckoning them to make way, many didn't need beckoning once they saw the rage embedde in his expression.

His hood had slid down to his shoulders now, from the vigorous movement of battle. He had no care weather it was up or down at the moment, he only wanted that creature dead. He noticed suddely that he was bursting through the mass instead of simply pushing. He crashed past people like a bull on a rampage. Difference was he had both the size and anger to scare the bull into cowardice.

Being a good head taller then most of the guardains made him easy to see. And being an elder drew people behind him like a magnet draws metal. Warcries flooded the great hall as warriors thrust themselves into battle.. Most of them were left bloodied. The creature was making his way to the exits. "Send word to the gaurds down below," he cried out above the ruckus, "NOONE LEAVES THE MOUNTAIN!"

Then, swinging his great sword with unmeasurable strength, and mellenia of perfection, he dove into the battle.

Evien cursed not bringing his longbow where he could have picked off the creature in the first seconds of the battle. As the chaos broke out he drew his kantana and leaped into combat. But he had been on the outskirts of the room so a collassel crowd had formed. He did his best to shove forward but it would be a long time until he was near enough to the creature.

OOC: Was this creature some sort of mutent? Or will we find out? Probably the latter.

In a few days time Elratha had completed Makura's new sword. Makura had stayed with Elratha that time, every day training out in the field before working on the new sword. The sword was now sharper and stronger than ever. Makura tried it out and was amazed.

"This sword... this is amazing!" Makura exlaimed. "This is such exquisite craftsmanship!"

"I forged that completely anew," replied Elratha, "That sword is made fully out of the specially forged Torabar metal. This sword will break only under the pressure of the gods. Don't fail it, and it will not fail you. Come now, we must be on our way to Mount Tatu."

Makura grinned, "Perhaps I shall get a chance to show Bahdrain my new sword..."

"Perhaps," Elratha said, "But for now let's focus on our trip. The boat I have works better with more than one manning it."

The guardians Elratha and Makura now begin their 1500+ mile trip to Mount Tatu.

ooc: you only know because I tend to spill information when people talk to me on Instant Messenger... but you have no idea about the plot twist

Mt. Tatu

The Gaurdians flooded to the location of the creature... utter chaos. A new glint of light reflected as a sword swung in the center of the mob, an unearthly scream was let out and with a strong surge of energy the creature found itself on the ceiling of the room, the astonished gasps were held back as it crawled along it like an insect, cursing in its shrill voice as a deep red blood dripped from its side. From somewhere an arrow came flying, the creature ducked lower onto the cieling and the arrow snapped as it hit the stone, missing the creature.

A few of the younger Gaurdians persued it, following on the ground as it made its way to the large ashen doors. The creature arrived at the southern wall and began a descent, reaching the top of the doors ten feet below the cieling. The floor was still 25 feet below. In the confusion the doors were opened, and the creature escaped, the dozen Gaurdains chasing after it.

Kin Sharion glimpses the creature escaping, but turns his head toward the eldest... Many Gaurdians hover around him, blood soaks his robes just below his ribs.

Evien thought about pursuing the creature but knew it was futile. Instead he decided to stick around and see the aftermath. Thoughts about what the creature had been flashed through his mind. "A rogue, mutant guardian?" an even more disturbing thought passed through his mind:"could it be a new breed of vampire?" he shudered and came back to reality realizing that the Eldest was wounded. He rushed to his side to see what he could do to help.

OOC:Sorry,I was away all weekend,I didn't get a chance to post.
IC:Ulid wondered idly how many vampires would be sired tonight in Xiton as he studied the deep darkness of the forest,searching for his quarry. A faint snapping of twigs was all that could be heard,but he was enough. Ulid crept towards the sound,going into a light stance,poised on the balls of his feet with each step. He stalked his prey through a small forest. The man though he would be safe in the dense foliage. Ulid smiled as he crouched down behind the unsupecting human. This foolish mortal thinks he has outwoodsmaned me!" though Ulid scornfully. No mere mortal could ever hope of eluding him. Smiling a wicked grin that held no warmth,he wisperd into his foods ear "What are we looking for?" The man was satsifngly scared,beacuse he whirled around,a look of horror on his face. Ulid let the feeling wash over him. The pure ecasty of fear,with a slight tinge of hope. Equsite. Much better than the dull,blank fear of the cattle. That's what he thought of the humans that were brought to the city. He disdained any such thing. It weakend the vampires,the hunt is what they needed for survival,to keep there wits and skills sharp. "You get three seconds." said Ulid,rising. He kept his evil grin,enjoing the man's horror. The human could see no hope in running,so withdrew a daggar. Ulid snorted disgustidly. The thing was of poor craftmanship,and daggars are one of the easiet weapons to disarm. The man foolishly put the blade sticking down in his hand,and luned,taking a sweep at the Vampires belly. He threw his back up,doging the swing. The man,thinking he had the upperhand,stabed. A very bad mistake. Ulid twisted,cathing the mans wrist. He twisted the arm slighty,so the joint would bend towards the man. He brought his other hand down in a hammer smash,braking his arm. He relased the daggar,and fell to his knees. The feeling of agony was very tasty,but no quite so satisfaing. Ulid brough his knee up and slammed the humans face,sending him tumbling backawards. The terror lasted only a few seconds more,then it switched to the dull,hopless fear. Seeing the sport was at a end,Ulid sighed and leaped into the air,landing ontop of the prone man. After he finsihed taking a few good drains of the man,he stood up and finished the man off. He broke the spine at the base of the neck,and removed the head. He wasen't very hungry for blood,just the raw emotions. He turned and ran,back towards Xiton. He took on look at the head in his hands,remebering the pledge he had made not to sire another vampire,and tossed it aside. He doubted someone could still live after no head and broken spine.
OOC:Fewwww,that took a while

Mt. Tatu

Evien

As you turn you see that many Guardians have gathered around him, but there is enough room for you to make your way to him also, as you do so and you get closer you see the severity of the wound, a long gash in the robes extends from the Eldests bottm left rib to the right side of his gut, around the tears in the robes the cloth is soaked with blood, you can only hope that the gash was not too deep.

Outside the Great Hall

The Creature dropped from the ceiling, ending its insect crawl and beginning a sprint on two legs.. it ran with amazing speed down the large hall, heading around a corner. The 12 Gaurdians rounded the corner, the distance between them and it was growing,
"Gaurds Gaurds!!" they yelled, but to no avail, by now the creature was nearly at the end of the hall. It rounded another corner.

Xiton ooc: don't worry I haven't forgotten about you vampires

As the new arrivals found their way around the city a few of the older Vampires began to gather once again in the Hall (yes, players this includes you regardless) you begin to order yourselves around the center of the room, seeing what you already know of... the sacrificial tables are arranged in a radial pattern around the center of the room, which is also the highest point, the lowest point being the edge between the wall and floor where there is no passage to a room, as those are on top of a slight slope. On the lowest areas of the floor (which I just described) the blood had accumulated and the new arrivals were drinking their first blood in a manner that disgusted any who had drank from a living human. In the center of the room which the vampires had gathered around a featurless pedestool sat with no apparent purpose, but those who gathered knew its purpose well.
From a passage directly above it in the ceiling a few dozen figures crawled out insect like along te ceiling and down along the wall until they reached the floor, then a final figure dropped straight down, landing directly onto the pedestool. You bow as does everyone else, for this is the leader of the city, that shares his name. Xiton.
"I see that we had a good hunt this evening?" his foul voice echoed in the cavern, and was replied by many shouts of agreement. "I see that our new arrivals are feeding," shrill laughter filled the room, and those drinking from the thick old** blood brought themselves lower to the ground in humility for their human side regretted and refused the liquid and their new form, but their ever more controlling cursed state desired it. With the last of the shouts Xiton dissapeared through the passage in the ceiling where he had come. Those who had forshadowed Xiton's appearance also withdrew back through the passage, but rather than a strong leap as Xiton had done they crawled back up the walls. Brief apearences were becoming more common, but it didn't matter. Just the site of one of those who had been created by the gods was enough to motivate and inspire a Vampire and induce the cruelty that they would inflict upon mankind in the future.

More Background Info

Sorry guys, this was my fault for having an incomplete library of knoledge in the sign up sheet for you, so I am providing it now.

Vampire Society

Vampires do not have a defined government, laws, nor a form of police. Everything revolves around fear and age. The youngest of the Vampires fear their elders and therfore respect and obey them, ussually a single city like Xiton houses nearly 40 gnerations at once, with the oldest being anywhere from 7000 to 7 years old*. Each city is ruled by an elder Vampire, referred to as an ancient, his Gaurd is the first generation of his bloodline and was the group of figures that apeared from the passage in the ceiling before Xiton. All Vampires after that belong to the common group, and the last 2-3 generations the yearlings, or "new arrivals" who have not yet earned feeding rights on live corpses but must drink from the blood that has drained to the outside of the room unless thy have killed they have killed the person themself outside the city, in which case they can enjoy fresh blood. Throughtout the common group (which is a wide age group) the fear by age rules still apply. Bloodlines are the divisions of the Vampiric Empire, known to them as the Divine Nation. Each Bloodline has its own city, if not 2 or 3 cities ussually in close proximity, these bloodlines are rivals and compete often for feeding grounds and the rights to collect from certain cities or towns. All bloodlines can be traced back to Hesptbet, the oldest surviving Vampire, who rules the Vampiric Capital. All Vampires in Xiton and other cities of the bloodlines contain only Vampires who were once human, with the exception of their leaders. I.E. Xiton, the leaders are of the many generations created by the gods.

* this measurment of age refers to years spent as a Vampire, not including the time before when they were human,
** as oposed to fresh blood, striaght from a living human

Nyte returns to his home, thinking about the evenings events. He is now on his 4th generation, barely out of being a yearling. He pondered about the leader of his, Xilton. He is a great commander, no doubt, but why has he been so lax in his rallying and speeches lately? Important buisness surely.

How much longer will this pathetic war last wondered Nyte, When will these Guardians just hurry up and die. They have no chance against our numbers, but they are very honorable for being so closely related to us.

Drawing his scimitars from their sheathes, Nyte examines their craftsmanship. He runs his finger down the shaft, admiring the intriquite artwork on these magnificent curved blades. He smiles at the chaos these blades have wraught on countless humans. The screams, the shrieks, the cries, the blood....all caused by these slabs of metal. He gets a glint of insanity in his eye and begins to run one of the blades down his soft tongue. Crimson blood dripped down his tongue onto the pavement. His smile grew larger, his razorblade teeth showing their full selves. The sweet taste runs over his tongue a few more seconds before Nyte realizes what he has done.

He walks back out into the main chamber and finds a suitable corpse. He leans over it and begins to gnaw away at the flesh, obtaining any leftover blood he can find. The lost blood is soon replenished with newly acquired, even though a little stale, human blood. A grimace finds Nytes pale face as he does the sick deed, disgusted at his feeding on a corpse.

Nyte stands back up and walks into his cavern. The dimly lit candles serve a great atmosphere for one such as him. He resheathes his blades and stands at his door. His emerald green eyes gaze upon the chaos of the chamber, then look up into the hole in the ceiling. Oh what crazy things are you contrapting, great Xilton....

OOC: Been out over the weekend, sorry bout that (and I got lineage 2, which occupies a good deal of time.

IC: Kin'Sharion stood at the massive Ashwood Doors to the Great Hall looking down the hallway where the creature had dissapeared. He knew it was futile to let them go after the creature, those young ones did not understand that a mere dozen of them could take it down when it survived the onslaught of thousands. Blood still dripped from his blade as he held it in a relaxed grip, angled down and away from his body. He remembered seeing only a glimpse of the creatures eyes as the weapon had hit home, at the surprise, at the sudden shock of pain.

He listened to the people behind him, gathered about the Eldest, talking in hushed tones of his wounds. It was a wonder, the elder had been behind him as he charged forward.. Yet he now laid wounded upon the stone floor.. The Guardians continued their worried conversations, but Kin'sharion knew better.

It would take a miracle to save the elder.

Worse, there wasn't a damned thing that anyone could do about it. The creature came here with ill will toward the guardians, perhaps even as an assasin. It's weapon was more then likely coated with poison, and those wounded should be checked immediatly. Down the hall medics were starting to appear, rushing to the scene to aid their fallen leader. He stopped one of them as they passed, the medic saluting smartly before standing with his head lowered as he listened.

"Son, I've seen battle wounds before, and my guess is that the Elder is not going to see the next dawn. He will be dead soon. I want your people to do everything they can for him, but do not make him the only focus of your attention, others were wounded as well.." beneath the shadow of the hood, Kin'sharion's eyes were somber as he forced himself to think of the greater good rather than the loss of a millenia old friend. He paused,"make sure you tend to them.. If he is out of your controll....... Save the others. The blade may have been poisoned, make sure our men don't die from things deeper then the scratches they think they have.." Kin'sharion's voice trailed off into the quiet of the hall. He turned away from the medic, whos eyes he knew glistened with tears even if they went unseen.

The medic lent him a comforting pat, but it was little ease to the shredding pain he felt within. Even with all his effort and controll, he wept at the thought of his old friend passing from the world of the living. But the sadness was also acompanied by a boiling rage, a feeling of utter hatred and remorse, and intense agony, all rolled into one compound emotion. Many times he had lost a comrade in battle, but never one older then he, or that he had known longer than this one. His grip tightened on his sword, still unsheathed and reflecting the candlelight in its highly polished blade, giving the illusion of the night sky.

He forced down the mixed emotions to go to see his friend, to hear his last testament, and to finnaly admit to himself that this was the end, and it wasn't a dream.

Mt. Tatu

Great Hall, Surrounding Passages

As the Guardians rounded the last corner and headed north they caught a glimpse of the creature, halfway down the hall, running like lightning towards the reinforced doors that lead to the great stair, countless Gaurdians would be there.

The wisest of the young Gaurdians halted: Draw your blades my bretheren, an intruder arrives at the stair, do not let him escape

The Great Stair

Many Guardians had headed towards the Great Hall, where they knew the Eldest had beenwounded, but still the Gaurd remained hundreds of feet below on the last defensive garrison. All remaining Gaurdians recieved the telepathic message, drawing their swords immediatly, and quickly postioning themselves, but without reason. The creature burst through the doors with amazing speed and with a flying leap was over the railing 30 feet ahead. It fell through countless levels, avoiding the many Gaurdians. the stair encircled a square opening about 65 feet by 65 feet which the creture was falling through, its momentum had finnaly allowed it to reach the northern railing a few hundred feet below where it had jumped. Is claws rammed into the railings with such force that the support splintered, it flinched and barely caught the edge of the floor, it hung by one hand for a moment, cacthing its breath and recovering from the shock. before pulling itself up he glanced once again at his side, the blood had clotted, but the wound was deep. Gaurdians had made it to his level and were coming down from the stairs on his right, just ahead was the exit hall, and at the end another set of ashen double doors barred the way, it bolted. Telepathy warned the Gaurdains on the outside of his coming, and they readied themselves in front of the door, swords pointed inward. It burst open violently, some of the boards breaking between the iron reinforcments. The creature jumped, but too late as the impact with the door had thrown it off, his feet hit the Gaurdians at shoulder level and it came crashing down not far away. It was the top of the main wall, over a thousand feet from the base of Mt. Tatu, here the winds wipped around the mountain side with a sample of their strengths felt above at the fortress. It slid a few feet before forcing itself up once again, turning it saw the gaurdians rushing towards his location, he turned and began a final sprint towards the walls edge. 3o feet from the raised crenellations it bent its legs and lept out, begining to fall ten feet from the wall (hehe it rhymes). The hood blew back revealing a gruesome and astonished face staring down a thousand feet to the sharp feild of ancient rocks and boulders below. The Gaurdians leaned over the crenellations, amazed themselves at the creatures bravery to jump.
"That is the last of him," one muttered astonished.

Several Gaurdians were now carrying the Eldest from the main hall, they left through the northern exit and carried him up the main stair, taking note of the broken railing a hundred feet below as the gaurds were gathered around it. In 10 minutes they reached the fortress where the squareded orientation of the great hall became circular and went into the spire. When they arrived at the top of the spire a large bed was set and ready in an otherwise military room. A ladder in the senter of the room led to a trap door in the ceiling.

ooc: guess waht Michael has been working on instead of his school work... A new, redone, reworked, and revamped map of the Mormura Archipeligo!!!

Gaurdians this is your time to explore... and roleplay, the vampires are going to have some stuff now!!

Mt Tatu

One of the Gaurdians helping to carry the Eldest told one of his men to issue you an order in after the Eldest was laid on the ancient bed with blankets drawn up over him, as it was cold at that altitude.

The Gaurdian sent to issue the order brushed past a group of medics heading up the spire with great haste, ten minutes later he reached the Great Hall and stood in front of the throne. "Attention, Attention!" he yelled out to the unorganized and panicked mob that now covered the great hall. The Council has ordered a sweap of Mt. Tatu, every level, notify all Gaurdians as you see them of the order, many more spies may still be in the mountain. Do not stop your search until the order is issued... Draw Swords!" The magnificent sound of 3 hundred swords being drawn at once lasted for only a second, then the gaurdians scattered, going down every passage that lead from the hall. At the Great Stair a flood of Gaurdians ran in both directions.

ooc: sorry Vampires for your lack of activity, your turn will come soon and then the plot will get underway

"Makura, straighten out the tiller now!" Elratha shouted from across the boat. With only two of them on this medium sized boat, Elratha would navigate and work the sails while Makura piloted the rudder. "We're headed in the right direction, just Northeast of the island. Now only a few more weeks of this before we make landfall and head for Mt. Tatu."

"Only a few weeks Elratha?" Makura shoots back to Elratha, "I suppose that the will of Mormura will guide us." With that the windspeed increased dramatically and pushed the boat ahead faster. "Perhaps... perhaps we can do it after all." Makura says solemnly.

The two sail on in the windy expanse for some time without exchanging further words. They are immersed in their own thoughts.

Ensis

You sail for another 4 hours, silent. the coast is now just beyond the hoorizon but the higher elevations are still visible. Suddenly Makura brings you from your thoughts as he runs from the stern of your boat. Pointing he says: "elratha, a ship has appeared, following us, its coming in from the southwest." You stand up and turn to get a better veiw of the ship and see that it is clearly not a Gaurdian ship, from the distance you can only make out a few details but it seems to be a long ship from the 20 or so oars you see on both sides of it. The ship is moving with remarkable speed, heading towards you.

ooc: Gaurdians, your intro subplot is over and as Shadow of the Fallen requested it is now your time to "explore" Mt. Tatu, I will provide descriptions as you wonder so i encourage you to look around, maybe check out the vast knoledge able to be found in the Library?

Xiton

The cavern had quieted down considerably since Xiton's breif announcment, the newborns were still feeding from the drainage on the sides of the room in random places although the feeding on the corpses had long since ceased and the bodies of those who were not left untouched to be reborn were now being thrown out. much to the dissapointment of the yearlings.
A lone Vampire emerges from the entry tunnel running, he kneels just inside the cavern, but is paid little attention. He stands, apparently finished catching his breath. "Velhrem has been destroyed!!" he yells frantically. You recognize the city Velhrem as a nearby allied bloodline, they have existed beyond your time. "During the day tons of wood were loaded into our city quietly, oiled and set a flame just as we awoke..."

Nytes eyes glance down at the vampire shouting. He steps out of his cavern and walks closer to the man, looking at him. "What are you talking about? Your city was destroyed? Well who did this to you?"

Nytes green eyes lock with the other vampires, already knowing the answer but wanting a straightforward response.

OOC: Sorry, I think I mentioned Lineage 2 somewhere... Can't peel myself off of it . That and everytime I post something goes rotten and it all gets deleted.. Anyway, here we go.

IC:

Kin'sharion did not draw his sword as the order was given. Were he needed his blade would be willing, but he was not in a state of mind to be searching for more of these creatures... Whatever they were. He idlely wondered if there were any more, and then prayed to Tarturas that there was none.

Silently he drifted among the faces of the wounded, past medics and bleeding soldiers. Past the dead. He knew the elder yet drew breath, but it was of no comfort to him. The wound had been hideous, and there was nothing he knew that could be done. Again he prayed that mellenia of knowledge would betray him now, in the hour of darkness.

He was in turmoil, his mind fought upon itself as he turned down a hallway, walking away from the great hall and the bloodshed. He was angry, and he was in sorrow. It was more agony then anything else he had ever experienced, he guessed it was more then he ever would again.

He continued his somber movements, twisting around corridors and passages, keeping to himself. It must have been visible to others that he was in no mood to be confronted, because they all moved away when they saw him. He felt detached as he moved by instinct through the mountain fortress, seeking his place of solace and refuge. His quarters.

He smoldered over his feelings, disconnected as he moved, for about 15 minutes or so. He could easily have made it in five, but he was lost in the eternity of this anguish, of the never-ending spiral of emotion. Always moving downward.

The door to his chambers was massive, made of white marble etched with scenes of glory and battle. He was the centerpiece of them all. And bordering them all were the ancient runes of Tarturas, the god who created him. There was no apparent way to open the door, which made easy his solitude. Yet there were those among the guardians that did know how to open it, and they visited them when there was need.. He guessed there was need enough now as he silently pressed his hand to the stone at the right of the wall.

The door was fueled by the energies of The Source. At least the lock was. He willed his conciousness into action, willed the force of the power into his palm. He focused it, gave it directive, until the stone before him turned as white as the unparalled perfection of his marble door. The massive blocks of stone began to move effortlessly, without even a sound against the floor. And he slipped in just as soundlessly.

Inside, he touched his hand to the same stone, from the opposite side, and repeated the action. It was a simple thing, but few knew of it. Probably the ones who knew of it were the only ones that would dare disturb him in his quarters.

The main room was expansive, and the towering doors outside were only a preparation for its grandness. Tapestries hung from every nook, golden artifacts set in display around the room, and his wargear was the centerpiece.

The black armor towered among the other objects in the room, on an elevated platform cut from marble. It was in a grand altar, dedicated to the gods, alongside his wicked weapon of destruction--the haleberd. Few remained with the strength it took to weild such battlegear, and none had his prowess or millenia or practice.

Beyond the circular main room, which was dominated by the altar, there were 3 other rooms. His personal storage, his sleeping quartars, and his meditation room. The latter was where he wanted to go now, and he followed the plush carpets that ran around the shrine until he was opposite the entrance, and at the portal to his relaxation.

His meditation room was equally large, though rectangular, and shielded from light by a snaking corridor. The darkness was pierced, then, only by the thousands of candles that were kept glowing constantly. He had only one servant that was sanctified to enter this room, for another to do so would cost their life. It was sacred ground.

Kin'sharion lumbered up the small flight or stairs that led to yet another elevated platform, topped by two cushions. they sat maybe six feet apart, one across from the other so that if you entered the room from the passage way one would be on your right and the other on your left, surrounded by an ocean of candlelight. Nothing else was in that room, no tapestries, no wargear, not even an extra pillow. it was a place of peace, and relaxation. And, again, holy ground.

He took his seat on the right. Amost instantly lost in the trance of his meditation. He let his soul release from the prison of his body and fill the room, let his spirit trace its every line and dance upon every candle. His eyes were open, but he looked only straight forward. He saw nothing through his eyes now, his soul was watching instead, pearched on air above him...

This was his way of release, and this was the only place it could be done. Often he would stay here before a great battle, and sometimes weeks before a campaign, if he knew he would be away for a long time. And then he did this regularly, simply to relive stress. But now he was waiting for someone. For someone may be coming, and they may not. They would show up if they required the comfort that only a talk and meditation could give a guardian, for there was no love among them. It was a brotherhood.

OOC: Hope that makes up for being out for a while, this is an opportunity for those that don't know what to do now to do something. Come to his chambers and meditate, these a cusion waiting for you.

More OOC (edit): Well, after screaming myself hoarse, I discovered that my post actually went.. Joy... It's all the "Server Error"'s fault.

Xiton

"The Humans!" he pants angrily, "The humans of our cattle village, I suspect that they joined forces with others nearby."
From somewhere behind him a NewBorn interupts, "Whats one city, you express no love for one another, and they will be replaced with those that you curse like myself!" The Vampire turned and walked slowely to the NewBorn, seeming to tower over him as he cowered over the cold drainage he had been drinking from. With a lightening fast action the Vampire grabs a nearby knife and lodges it in the NewBorns throat beofre he can even turn away. He stands up, caughing and sputtering the last of his mortal blood.
"A Human resistance has never been succesful, it is a first for their kind!" He walks back towards Nyte, ignoring the NewBorn pulling the knife from his throat and bringing it back over his shoulder. Before Nyte can get another word in the Newborn throws the knife, the Vampire falls to his knees and howls a blood-curdling hiss- like scream. Suddenly he stands and turns, running at the NewBorn, you see the knife lodged in his back. He tackles the NewBorn and stabs his victim after removing the knife from his own back. After several moments of futile resistance and repeated stabbing you see the Vampire make a sharp throw downward, but his body blocks your veiw of where it landed. You hear a snap of bones as the Vampire makes a quick movement with his arms. When he stands all around see the NewBorn, its head is slumped sideways in an unnatural position and the knife's hilt protrudes from it's mouth, the tip stabbing out the back of it's neck. Then, finally he returns to Nyte, you can see a look of satasfaction on his face, and the thought enters your mind: a job well done as a smile crosses the other vampires face. (telepathic message, just to clarify)

OOC: I've been at a competition since wednesday.

IC: Evien decided that he could use some meditation after the chain of events. He walked to the meditation room at silently agnoledged the other spirits in the room. he planned to stay for a while to try and nake snse of what had happened.

OOC: very tired, sorry it's so short.

Ulid walsed down the long,twisting passageways of the underground city. A permantent feeling alwase hung in the air of vampire city's. He was not sure quite what,but it was relaxing. He wandered down to the slaughtering room,where the newlings were probably still feasting. He hoped to pick a fight to satiate his need. The man in the wilderness did not feel as...filling as usual. He entered the room just as the vampire messenger was killing a Newborn. "Looks like someone though of it first" though Ulid wryly. He could tell something else was going on,by the feeling in the air. A sense of...urgency. "So what do we have here?" asked Ulid,swagering into the room. "decided to have a meal with the Newlings?" he spared a glance at the Newborn's feeding,playinly disdaining it. That was no way to feed. The only true way was out in the hunt. The only satisfaing way at least. He had hoped to see get a glimpse Xiton again. The vampire had a certain deadly grace he admired. And a feeling of power and certinty usually followed in his wake.

"Call Xiton!!" The Arrival called out to no one in particular, turning his direct attention away from Nyte for a moment. I must speak with him..." his commanding voice tralied off as a lean figure dropped 0 feet from an opening in the center of the high ceiling. He wlaked fearlessly over to the new arrival, who before had seemed so commanding... he now seemed to shrink as Xiton hovered over him.
"It is a day of sorrow indeed when a divine city falls to the inferior beings of this world, come with me, I would like to interveiw you in private." Xiton gestures for the new arrival to follow and walks towards the wall, beginning an insect climb up the domed surface and into his quarters above the central pedestool.

Tiemuile had watched all the commotion in silence at a dark corner of the hall. It had always been obvious to him that humans would someday cause big trouble to his kin. They aren't stupid and as the newcomers news tell they know of our weakness, the daylight.

Couple of vampires had caught Tiemuiles attention between the feeding and the arrival of the newcomer. Of course one of these was Xiton, every time Tiemuile had seen this vampire, he had experienced something special. There was something in him, surely it was not his witty way with the words, as todays speeches show. It was probably Xiton's great age, and his grandeur. That could be, as Tiemuile thought, all in his head tough. Just very good propaganda. How he wished he had that something, so he could rule a great vampire city or even every vampire out in the world.

The other one that had caught Tiemuiles attention, was a very humanlike beeing, but it looked like a vampire. It had a black outfit and green eyes. This vampire, was the first to talk to the newcomer. Did he think he was something special, or maybe he even was. Although Tiemuile didn't have any memory of this one, he had probably seen him couple of times but never could he have been bothered to strike a conversation.

Now seemed like a good time, afterall the newcomer and he seemed to have somekind of chat before. Maybe he got some special info from him. So Tiemuile walked to this thin and pale humanlike vampire and telepathically sent a message (it's almost like ICQ ) to him. "You seem to have made good friends with the news courier, surely he gave you some special information, now did he? And perhaps you would be willing to share it with others." Then Tiemuile looked the vampire right in to his green eyes, which seemed endlesly deep and strange. But then he understood to regain his wits and consentrate, it would not do well to him to look like an fool before this guy. He might prove to be usefull "ally".

Kin'sharion's spirit rested upon his body's shoulder. Perched there in the silence until Evein's soul too floated simmilarly. Around them the candles cast an erie feeling with their representation.

The light, below them where the candles were, represented the world. Each candle represented a soul, many representing large groups. But it went deeper then just the world.. It was the plane of the living. Above it, the darkness represented the opposite.

Death.

To walk up the stairs to this platform was, symbolicly, to die. Supposedly, your spirit could only leave the body through death.. And so the magic of the source required something like death in order to allow such.

But, this was not the point of the meeting, this was not the why.. This was only the how. Kin'sharion watched Evien's soul intently as he hovered there, suspended in space.

"My son, dark things cloud your essence. Tell me of what bothers you."

Elratha looked at his weapon, and back to Makura.

"We should expect the worst, and stand firm. At this point I can tell the ship isn't a Guardian ship, but I can't tell wether or not that ship is human or not." Elratha told Makura.

Elratha drew his bastard sword out, the sword had served him well for many thousands of years. If need be, it would not fail him now. He silently prayed to Mormura to favor the side of good.

As the small ship draws closer you see that it seems to be a one level longboat it is built somewhat cruedly from wood without many intricate designs or unnesecary features but it seems to be sturdily built. It is about 70 feet long and has heavily built men rowing it in sinc. They are armored in chain mail and some heavy furs, a brutal amount of clothing for the day's heat.
It draws up slowely to your boat and you notice a sudden look of surprise and hesitation on the men's faces, but an assertive yell from somewhere in the rear of the boat erase the expressions. The men lift wood shafted axes and begin boarding your small boat over a wide board they had set down. The first two attack at once and are sent overboard with deep wounds from your bastard swords, 38 others wait for their turn at the ultimate prize: Gaurdian Skulls, to slay a fabled creature such as yourself would bring great honor.

Xiton

It has been hours since the new arrival disapeared through Xiton's chamber passage and the sense of unease had not let up since. suddenly many of the sharper eared vampires looked up to the opening and in answer Xiton himself dropped down to his place with the new arrival and another unrecognized vampire.
"We abandon our city tonight." the statement was crude, blunt and completely uncalled for, it was replied only by silence. "In light of recent events, and human uprisings our lord and the oldest of our kind has called to us, we travel to Hesptbet and unite with our bretheren under a single banner, it is time and no longer will the banner of Xiton or any bloodline whip in the cruel wind of the mortal world. We leave in two nights when the moon is new and the night is darkest." No cheers were heard from the undead, for the shock of an event so unroutine had brought on an impenatrable silence that could not be broken until Xiton had long since retreated to his chambers. But when it had broken the caverns were filled with an endless conversation partaken of by cruel and ageless voices: the voices of the undead.

"Well this is an interesting turn of events." said Volrath to himself. "I believe this has never happend before." Volrath began walking out of the Sacrifical Chamber.

Outside Volrath heard several younger vampires speaking amongst themselves. "Actually uniting with other vampires, its comepletely impossible. We are all so independent."

"This is an extreme time, it requires an extreme reaction." Volrath interrupted.

"Volrath....we, we were just discussing what Xiton was speaking of inside."replied another vampire. "Please...." the vampire began stepping back.

"Why would I do anything to you? But since you insist...."Volrath with two slices of his blade cut open the vampire's throat, he let the second wakizashi their holding up the body in mid air. "Now I will be returning to my quarters. Do not disturb me." He pulled the blade out of the dead vampire's throat, letting the blood quickly come out as the body fell.

Volrath walked to his tower, his bloodlust had been satsified though if he could get more it could help with his sadistic glee. Sadly though he encountered no vampire foolish enough to attack him or give him any reason to attack him.

He arrived at his tower, several hours later. He climbed up 15 flights of stairs, and arrived in his quarters. There was not much here except for a smaller room that he used to make sacrifical offerings to the gods and a small smithing room. He walked into the smithing room, and took a hammer and began heating his blades. He quickly had removed all of the rust and sharpened his wakizashis that they could not be improved further. He checked both, just to be sure.

"Well, I'll miss this place, no matter how much I hated it". He placed his wakizashis on his belt and went over to get his armor. He found his finest for long travels since he knew that he wouldnt be repairing it anymore or very little if he did. He began placing it on and then put on a black cloak with a hood. He then put his wakizashis on his belt, underneath the black cloak to make himself seem less threatening and to help provoke attacks. He then departed from the tower and began walking to one of the city exits.

As he walked he continued to find several new vampires, though he ignored all of them until he finally got close to the exit near sunrise.

"We have next to nothing now, no body armor, no weapons, nothing to protect us from the sun. And yet you still expect us to abandon the city"yelled one of the younger vampires at a Elder.

"You will gain more resistence to the sun and it will not kill you. As for weapons and armor, didn't you ever train in unarmored combat? If not then you better learn, and most of the more experience won't teach you. As for forging weapons, you might have a chance if you had a higher status inside of our society. Sadly though you have no hope of it." said the Elder. He laughed it, finding the new vampires troubles amusing.

"You're equipment seems adequate." said the new vampire, as he lunged at the Elder. The Elder quickly pushed off the blow and grab the claymore from the back of his armor.

"That was foolish!" The Elder chopped at the new vampires head though he quickly avoided it with what seemed agility of a god. "Wha..." the Elder said in awe as all of his blows were blocked as though they were being predicted. The elder jumped and begin slamming the blade down, hoping to slit the new vampires head in half. The new vampire used two hands to hold the blade in mid air and then twisted the Elders arm and took the claymore from the Elders hand.

"I don't think it was that foolish." said the vampire as he slit the Elders head in half. He began cleaning the blood off the armor with the Elders old garments, and then put on the armor. "Does anyone have some armoring tools?" cried out the vampire. A man walked up to him, obviously in awe of his power and handed him a smithing hammer. The vampire began smithing and the claymore looked like it had never seen combat at all. He placed the claymore on the back of his armor just as the Elder had it.

Volrath walked forward. "What is your name?"

"Ente" replied the man. "I used to be a ranger though now I'm infected with this disease!"

"That was an impressive display." said Volrath "I think even some of the older vampires would have had trouble taking down that Elder. I congratulate you and hope to meet you on the battle field soon. Also, do you know the one called Mishara?"

"I killed that one, irritating me with how we should be rationally thinking." replied Ente.

"Just as I would do. I'm surprised I didn't kill him before. Would you care to spar? I haven't sparred with someone of your caliber in ages." asked Volrath.

"Certainly. You might give me some good practice." replied Ente. The began rapidly exchanging blows and blocking, none were hit, they were comepletely equal in fighting prowess. They continued sparring until dawn, wainting for the city to begin flooding with vampires at the exits.

Xiton

throughout the night various activity took place throughout the city and bands of Xiton's most loyal gaurds ran about collecting armor and weapons of war from the armories far beneath the earth.

Many of the unequiped newborns looked in awe upon the dusty pieces of chain and leather as if they were receiving some sort of present, but those who vventured to near were quickly hit away by the elite who carried it. In one corner of the great sacrificial hall an older vampire, quite arrogant but skilled "played" with a newborn, who was cowering now, awaiting torture that would never cease as long as his immortal body stayed alive.
"I will not kill you newborn, I am enjoying you fine alive!" the vampire quickly lifted his victim into the air by his neck. the newborn screached in the agony of a painful suffocation that would never kill him; it lasted for nearly ten minutes before the older vampire threw him against the cavernous wall. The newborn retaliated and ran forward striking the air where the oldervampire had moved from.
"your eyes have not fully adjusted to the pitch black of this city, if I were you i would wait until your vampiric infection allowed you to see in this darkness before you attacked." the older vampire walked off and the newborn collapsed on the ground, exhausted.

The night wore on, and the elite and older vampires tormented the newborns as had been done to them so many years before. The seemingly horrid and pointless practice actually served an important purpose. It helped establish the fear and respect that a younger vampire always had for the generations ahead of it, as those were the ones who tormented it after its rebirth into vampirism. Also, it set jumpstarted the natural hatred that a vampire felt for everything around it... those who were tormented the most during their first months as a vampire often proved to be the feircest warriors once the divine infection had taken a stronger hold upon them.

At last day broke and Xiton quieted, although many loyal elites still labored in the subterrainian city. When the crecent moon rose on the last night that Xiton would be inhabited by Vampires all military preparations were ready and many vampires ventured out to hunt in pairs or small groups (feel free to have your char go).

Wilderness

A large band of human soldiers marched in the early darkness; mail clinked and rattled about them. They weaved through the hillocks south of the Sea of Sands and the massive mountains that divided the desert from this land. After some time they turned southwest over the grasslands and hills until the hills grew larger and more spread out. The men were restless, strange figures moved in the darkness just far enough away as to hide any detail of themselves. Soon the restlessness turned to panick as soldiers on the outside of the group disapeared. Soon they were scattered and the many pairs of vampires picked off what they needed.

"We should go and slay the upstarts." though Ulid,stalking through the night. He was not paticularily pleased at the order to abandon the city. By not retalitating directly and swiflty,the vampires were allowing the cattle to gain courage. If one group rise up and defy the vampires,then who knew how many would follow suit. Dangerous thinking,by Ulid's thinking. He approched a small patrol,clearly marked out by there torches. They were foolish,leaving such a light guard. He slipped by the sleeping sentry,alone. He had long since slipped away from the group he had set out with. He silently slipped by a fire,were two soldeirs crouched down,very close. They didn't even notice him. On the other hand,not many beings could,let alone a mere human. He grabbed both of there heads,and drove them together. The two hit hard,and there was sicking crack as one of there skulls broke. He let them fall into the fire. "I wonder how boiled blood tastes?"wondered Ulid,slipping out of the illumination of the fire. He spotted a tent. Figuring there must be a ranking someone in there. He felt the material as he entered. Silk! At least the human knows how to travel in comfort. The tent floor was covered in carpets,soft ones at that. To one side,there was bed with a woman in it. Judging by the various Tomes and ingridenrts about the room,she was a spellcaster of sorts. One able to tap the Source. He crept closer to get a good look. She was very pretty,and rather volumptious. He put on hand over her mouth,and began drinking her blood. She awakined imidiatly,and made a muffled scream. Ulid cursed under his breath,as he heard a guard approching. He quickly jumped under the covers,ontop of her. He brang the covers completly over there heads and and continued drinking. The woman issued a low moan,and strugled feebly. The guard,who entered just after Ulid went into the bed,turned red and immidatly backed out of the tent. Ulid stayed there,just to be safe. It wasn't an uncomfertable postion either.

REVAMPED MAP!!!!

more versions to come! Nanhoroc is the main human city in Mormura, and is where most human - Guardian negotions take place. It is also the capital of the Mormuri and Felfalas worshiping humans... but not all cities fall into that group and many other governmental or religeous groups exist: including those that worship vampires.