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Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

Eventually as the stars grew ever brighter in the dark night, more and more Vampires and Mages alike began to come out of hiding. The tall vampire didn’t seem to care about the influx of people. He had finished what he set out to do and filled in the blanks of the map with trees, brush, and outbuildings. He even had some time to check out the arena.

It was quiet and peaceful until the rest of the populace began to wake and make their way around campus. The new bloods sticking out like a sore thumb, either acting like a mopey zoo lion or being in an unnecessary rush. He under stood stretching one’s legs but there was a time and place.

Victor was keeping track of time while he was out for his walk. He didn’t want to be early but didn’t want to be late either. There was no need to fray relations between himself and those that would see themselves as his superiors. He could only hope that his teacher wasn’t too extravagant in their teachings and general way about them.

He would soon find out that he would not be disappointed. Finding his way to the class and his eventual seat near the front of the class. Their teacher looked rather elegant in that red dress of hers. The way she spoke and dressed reminded him of home and the other nobles that shared the underground half of their winter home.

The tall vampire sat straight in his chair, never slouching. Giving off an air of arrogant superiority towards any that would look at him. His eyes stared straight ahead and never wandered around the room. He was perfectly content in knowing what he already did about the others in the class just by looking at them. Few seemed confident, others seemed to be barley awake, and the few that seemed competent to him looked like they never fought a day in their lives.

“Did high born nobles and pure bloods always look this soft?” he thought to himself. Honestly he was never able to stray into the areas where other noble vampires would be. Their clan within their house wasn’t high on the list of nobility. Normally only his father and one of his elder brothers or sisters would go to the fancy parties and meetings. While he was left to train and go through his lessons.

Their teacher proceeded to go through the first part of her lesson rather well. He honestly was not looking forward to the computer parts of this school. At least so far it was just an overview of what he already knew about humans. Of course he learned what he did to be able to learn their weaknesses. Weaknesses that would allow him to kill easier. Humans were an enemy once they could be again.

Taking a few notes here and there with his scratch paper he continued to listen till she asked if there were any questions. Pausing for a moment to see if anyone else would speak up first before he did. Victor stood looking towards the teacher with his hands clutched behind his back. It was customary from where he lived to always stand and say what you needed to say at a form of attention before the class would carry on.

“Ma’am.” Speaking with a deep clear voice and eyes that never left hers. “Victor Strigois Astorio.” A short but polite introduction, to him at least. “If I may, I have one statement for the class and one question for you. The statement is this, for you new bloods here, a good way to tell if your biting into an arterial vein or not is that arterial blood is a light shade of red almost pink because of the oxygen content. The blood of a non-arterial vein will be a darker shade of red.”

“my question is, in your opinion, with the carotid artery. Would you suggest tipping the mortals head back to gain access to this point even though the neck muscles move to protect the artery, or tipping the head down which in turn can increase blood flow to the area?” after stating his question he still stood for a moment longer before taking his seat.

He was well aware of the muscles that protected the artery when the head was tipped back. a protective measure gained through evolution. To protect vital spots. When the head is tipped down these arteries’ almost move in front of the jugular itself. This being the preferred position if you wanted to bleed a human dry quickly by cutting its throat like cattle.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Mighty Hipixie

Lets see what this new form can do. > well screw you too guy /// Adventuring day 4 // Afternoon / Location - cave

Undead always had to be troublesome, what was the saying in all those zombie movies and comics again? Go for the head? These thoughts and questions going through his head while he clutched the broken pixies head in his hand. Its knowing jaws and mangled face facing him.

Then he seemed to be enveloped in a black smoke for a moment. After a split-second of confusion, Ardur caught a glimpse of the other pixie chanting something with black blood pooling out of its mouth. Then the system notice sprung into his mind warning him of his imminent bad luck.

You have been Cursed! The next attack against you will be more effective!

System:Ardur

Then a motion came at him from the corner of his eye. He could see it, that gnarled stick, as it and the skeleton holding it came at him. Yet his movements felt slow almost as if his body wasn’t reacting as quickly as it normally did to his orders.

Then he felt it, a hard blunt force to his side as the stick made impact. It didn’t make him falter to the ground but it definitely pushed him and definitely hurt. “Son of a bitch that hurts!” crushing the skull of the pixie in his hand from the pain he grimaced. Asura was quickly going after the skeleton with the stick, but he could see the others picking up stones.

Dropping what was left of the pixie in his hands, Ardur then fly’s up slightly before attempting to smash the other pixie that cursed him with his feet. Just like he did to the lizard before. Only this time he was aiming for the pixies chest and head. The rage inside him was slowly starting to come back to life.

@Zeroth
@Kazemitsu

Ardur's character stats

Level: 5

Health: 55?%
Mana: 00%
Stamina: 85%

Buffs: Inspired

Debuffs: Mana Burn, cursed,

Inventory:

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting I, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment,

Kills for current level:

Other:

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

The car rolled to a stop on the cold cobblestone street. A vampire not much older than 100 years hesitated to open the door into the cool evening air. A shadowy figure sat across from him shifting slightly in his seat. The figure spoke with a deep and menacing tone while holding onto a slight Russian accent.

“You are the first of our family to attend this place. Do not disappoint me. We both know what happens if Lord Peiron is displeased with your performance.” Again the figure shifted, one leg crossing the other.

"Are you ever going to tell me why the lord requested that I personally do this? Not only would Valeria be a better suit for this, but she is my elder." Victor seemed reluctant to go. the tone of his voice showed that it wasn't because of fear but more of annoyance.

"Your sister is on another assignment and the lord specifically asked for you to do this." Red eyes pierced through the veil of darkness surrounding them, “Now go, this world will not wait for you and neither will I.”

His father’s words were never comforting in any sense of the word. Still, the large man sighed and pushed open the heavy door. "I would be learning more at our barracks... I hate politics" the young vampire whispered to himself. Turning his head slightly to glare at the figure of his father while he left.

He was met by the sounds of a few people unloading his luggage and a short female standing near the main pathway. Her red hair was pinned up in a neat bun, and she wore a dark purple jacket and black form fitting slacks. The girl was holding onto something, and he could smell the faint hint of a light jasmine perfume.

“Victor Astorio?” the women spoke while he looked her over for just a brief moment. “This way please.” Short and brief, something he preferred.

Victor followed behind the Hostess his eyes scanning about the complex as he counted his footsteps. He was in unfamiliar territory with unfamiliar people who he could almost guarantee did not share his mindset. Either nobles who had everything given to them or humans who simply hadn’t lived long enough to know better. He could already feel that this place was going to test his nerves.

The short red head in front of him handed him a few pieces of paper. A small map of the compound as well as his schedule, his room number, location of his dorm, and lastly a name and a picture of who he could only assume was his mage. “Salem Spellman.” He whispered while looking over the picture.

It was another thing he would have to come to terms with. Working with a human that he knew just by the looks of him wouldn’t be able to keep up. Victor could only wonder just how their ability’s would work with each other. Something to brain storm when they got a chance to sit down and talk to each other.

When the women in front of him slowed down he had to adjust himself, so he didn’t fall into her while she motioned towards some buildings. “Mockingbird hall is that way, that is where you will be doing most of your course work. Rose Hall is over there and is where the mages will be doing most of their training. You should be able to find the arena and your dormitory on the map that was given to you.” She definitely was blunt and straight to the point. “I do not recommend that you are late to your first class but, you still have some time before it starts.”

Victor simply nodded to the women and started to walk toward where he was supposed to go. The guards patrolling the area looked him over occasionally but otherwise didn't bother him. He did hear about some council business stirring things up the night before. Perhaps they are still dealing with the aftermath.

He didn’t bother them, and they didn’t seem too keen on bothering him either. It was simply another thing to look into. The approximate strength of the guards here could tell him a lot of what he was going to be dealing with. Victor didn’t believe that they would be his enemy anytime soon but you could never be too careful when dealing with vampire politics.

Slowly walking around the campus filling in the blank areas of the map with small outbuildings, tress, bushes, and the occasional statue. He wasn’t feeling all that ready to go out and search for his mage just yet. Until it was time for his first class Victor would simply wander around the area. Everything was different and now he needed to get used to new sounds and scents, perhaps he could even overhear the odd rumor or two.

Royals did like their gossip after all.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Mighty Hipixie

On wards to victory > Lets see what this new form can do. /// Adventuring day 4 // Afternoon / Location - cave

It seemed through all of that he still had to work with things inside his own power level. Apparently what he was attempting to cast hadn’t been understood by the system. And here he was just trying to cleanse the area. Now he was out of mana and experiencing something called mana burn? Good, now he knew what consequences awaited him for over drafting his mana.

It also seemed that Inspire I and Spell chant I seemed to work together regardless. To him it made sense that in most instances where he would use inspire it would require words or chants like that. It would probably get leveled up quicker that way though. But he would have to be careful with spell chant. The last prayer or chant he used wasn't meant for the spell more for the gods that were listening. Maybe he would have to adapt some way of triggering spell chant before using it again.

The scene around them looked bleak, the ambient light of the mana crystals around them seem to be fading with the crystals themselves. A shame really, now he would have to learn that meditate skill he was shown earlier for sure. That and now that the healing herbs seem to be withering away he would be needed more than ever. Then to top it all off multiple undead creatures where heading their way.

Asura and mother slime seemed to notice the change in the environment as well. Asura didn’t waste anytime to make his point clear on what he planned to do. Ardur needed to give him the best sit rep he could of his current conditions. “Yes I am larger now and my health pool has grown. Im stronger now and I feel like im a better flier. However be advised, I currently have no mana left and im starting to get hungry. I advise we take care of these ones then make a break for the entrance to regroup and rest. Hell we could even persuade a few of the goblins to help out with this as well, I think orchid might have more sway with the goblins now that rattle skull is dead.”

He knew what he had to do and as the slimes charged toward this new danger he wouldn’t turn and run. The flighty impulsive instincts he once had faded with this change of his. They were replaced with instincts he understood. Running forward briefly, the Hipixie jumped into the air and took off at speed toward the nearest flying pixie. while being mindful of the reach of the other undead below him. His plan was to try and grab one of the pixies by the leg and swing it around to hit the other pixie. If nothing else he would at least try to break its wings or its ability to fly.

"for the sun and the cycle of life." he whispered to himself.

@Zeroth
@Kazemitsu

Ardur's character stats

Level: 5

Health: 85?%
Mana: 00%
Stamina: 100%

Buffs: Inspired

Debuffs: Mana Burn

Inventory:

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting I, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment,

Kills for current level:

Other:

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Mighty Hipixie

towards the heavens > On wards to victory /// Adventuring day 4 // Afternoon / Location - cave

The words the light the stories the voices. Everything was so much… so much more than what he was expecting. Sure it didn’t give him the answers he hoped for but it gave him something more. It gave him more questions. For now all he could do was sink back towards the planet.

Looking on at the three figures who slowly faded into the light of the sun as he was pulled away. Their words almost branded into his mind. “A guardian, a mother, a king.” It gives power to those that who have the will. To those that continue the cycle. What should he do? What will he become?

The sun faded quickly and soon he was forced back down to his body. His muscles felt tight, his joints ached, and his head throbbed. Ardur opened his eyes and stood slowly. The view of the world had changed and felt different, he was taller now, broader. The system message said he was Mighty, a rare variant perhaps.

Squeezing his fists and looking at his new form the naked Hipixie looked forward toward the thing that was beckoning to him. He could feel it now. Something urged for him, wanted him. It was in the direction of the dungeon core. All he did was watch with new-found purpose and power while the mana crystals shattered and their dust drifted towards the core.

“Come brother, the dungeon core calls for us. Let us put an end to this madness. The cycle must continue and this crystal is obstructing that.” Feeling a new sense of strength and being he stepped forward on shaking legs. He hoped the slimes were well rested for the fight that surely laid before them. One foot in front of the other, slowly getting used to his new form he continued on his march towards the core.

What did they want from him? why were they looking at him like he had a choice? did he have a choice? were they asking which view he chose or how he interpreted their will? “A king is a leader, put on a pedestal to serve those less than him. A mother is nurturing, for the fruits of life can grow strong under her care. A guardian is mighty, to shield the frail Behind the plate and mail. So if it is a choice, I choose all of you.” He spoke aloud but mostly to himself trying to grasp what he was shown. to him the sun was all these things and more.

“The will. I have the will. I have the will to be mighty. I will be mighty.” His muscles flexed, his joints cracked and popped. Ardur was nearly yelling now but this time for a reason. Using Inspire I he spoke, “This is a call to action, this is a call to arms, all lives for one, together, there are no false alarms.”

With this he raised his hand in the air in an attempt to try something new. “I have the will, to protect, to lead, to nurture. I have the will of the sun to bring balance to the cycle and release these undead from their earthly bonds.” Again Ardur remembered what it was like to cast fire ball for the first time, to cast shield for the first time, to cast heal. He willed it to happen. With that will he will summon what strength he can from the sun.

He envisioned an orb in his palm, just like he did with fire ball except he didn’t feel the heat. Only the light. He envisioned every angle of the cave and light enveloping it. The bright light he saw as he fell back to this place, envisioning it penetrates the skin and bones of the other creatures of the cave and seep into their souls. Then he could almost see them, see their souls be released into the heavens and absorbed by the light of the sun.

“The sun takes and gives power. These souls are the power I give to it so that I may will its power here and now.” Somehow Ardur felt unstoppable in this new form. Unsure if what he was doing would yield anything but still having full faith that it will at least do something. Even still, he had no idea what he was doing or saying.

@Zeroth
@Kazemitsu

Ardur's character stats

Level: 5

Health: 85?%
Mana: 90%
Stamina: 100%

Inventory:

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting I, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment,

Kills for current level:

Other:

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The ?????

Pretty lights > towards the heavens /// Adventuring day 4 // Afternoon / Location - ????

The air was heavy, his form didn’t move like his last one did. More of a blob trying to push its way through a thicker blob. All to reach one shimmering ray of light. One hand finally reached it, and he was suddenly sucked up into the light and out of the cave.

The view was spectacular and vast. A few glimpses of far off places and an island covered in lightning and storm clouds. A vast sea and many other things that soon disappeared in a blur as he was taken higher and higher. Soon even the planet spun away with colors of blue, green, and brown. Before long, he was basking in the light of the sun.

He seemed to stop near it, all he could do was examine the object of his worship before him. Yet somehow, he felt like something was observing him as well. The silence of the vacuum could very well have been over bearing if not for the bright globe in front of him. Then he heard it, almost a whisper but not quite a scream, a question.

“What is the Sun? Why praise the Sun? Why seek its glorious incandescence?”

Hesitating for only a moment he spoke up or at least spoke how he thought. “The sun is a constant in this unknowing world. Something to depend on when it is needed, something to be praised when it is not. A symbol of hope and promise of a better tomorrow.” He felt something in what he could only describe is his stomach. Something heavy that threatened to pull him down.

“I seek its light, so that I may become stronger with the suns help. So that I may be able to protect those that I surround myself with as friends and family. To be their light on the darkest of days. Because she….” He trailed off again and looked away. “Because when I see the love of my past life and this life again. I don’t want her to see me as a monster. I want her to see me as I was. A good man that cared about others and their well being. A man that defended others from the monsters.” Looking back to the burning sphere with the same determination he had felt before he entered his rage towards the skeletons. “Whatever the cost, whatever it takes.”

It was all he could say, all he could muster in the presence before him. Something about it slowly became overwhelming. And the stone in his stomach seemed to be pulling him slowly back down towards his body no matter how much he struggled to keep aloft.

@Zeroth

Ardur's character stats

Level: ?

Health: ???%
Mana: ???%
Stamina: ???%

Inventory:

Clothes: Spider silk belt and leaf loin cloth, mud coating.

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger I, Crafting I, Muffle I,

Kills for current level:

Other:

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

geeze this rp has been running off and on now for almost a year... we should get a special skill for that lol.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The ?????

To become Stronger > Pretty lights /// Adventuring day 4 // Afternoon / Location - Cave

Weightlessness and light. The first few feelings he could make out as he seemed to formlessly raise from his body. The purple haze of the cave was all he could make out of the edges of his surroundings. He could see many other things around Jason’s cave. That core had summoned many others.

Many of these things that he could clearly tell were undead had small purple wisps inside them. Souls perhaps? Looking back to the cocoon that was his body he witnessed Mother slime come over and take the lizard he had claimed and frowned, “what a bitch move.” Was all he could think to say about the situation.

A small red light in the distance beckoned to him. Two other small lights drifted toward it from the direction that they had just killed the two lizards. He wondered if he was seeing this because of his guidance perk. His thoughts bled away to nothing as something caught his eye.

A beam of light shined down from the ceiling and into the nesting area. It was warm and inviting, it almost looked like it was snowing with the motes of light that drifted from it. It seemed to bacon to him and he just couldn’t help but indulge the feeling to bask in the sunlight. Surely after he was done enjoying the ray of light he would try to return to his body.

@Zeroth
@Kazemitsu

Ardur's character stats

Level: ?

Health: ???%
Mana: ???%
Stamina: ???%

Inventory:

Clothes: Spider silk belt and leaf loin cloth, mud coating.

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger I, Crafting I, Muffle I,

Kills for current level:

Other:

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Strigois Astorio

Name: Victor “Vic” Strigois Astorio

Appearance

Clothing style: Victor likes to wear his black turtle neck and tan khaki style pants with a tan coat that stops at his knees. Really it comes down to whatever is loose fitting and easy to move around in.

Height: 6’6”

Weight: 210 Lbs.

Hair Color/Style: Brown, Short, and shaved on the sides normally no facial hair

Identifying markings: Something unusual for a vampire, scars adorn his frame. Most of them seem to have a pattern of some kind. Others look a bit more brutal.

Body Type: Muscular

Age: 117

Gender: Male

Personality: Quiet and at times unsympathetic of others feelings. Victor has been noted to being strange even within his family. Preferring to watch and listen then let his emotions get the best of him and act on impulse. Although built strong and rather intimidating, he is reserved and almost Stoic in his presence. This one does enjoy telling half truths and testing others, always trying to see how he can deceive others.

At times in the right company when he’s having a good time, one would be hard-pressed to shut him up. At other times he won’t say a word for days. Preferring to let his actions and body language speak for him. He doesn’t have a lot of care for the other members of his family. Rumors abound that he actively tries to get in the way of his brothers and sisters just to piss them off and give him a reason to cause them bodily harm.

Another rumor is his treatment of mages. Most in his family see them as toys and pin cushions for their frustration and enjoyment. Something to be used and abused before having an untimely training accident. Victor however treats his mages with a bit more care, as long as they are useful or at the very least want to work with him. To those he trusts he can be kind even, in his own way.

Bio: Victor was born into the Strigois family, a lesser and new noble family from the Astorio family. He does not know or remember the early years of his life. His father, a paranoid and cruel man, will only tell him that his mother died in childbirth, and he was left dormant for a time and that it effected his memory. He otherwise cannot remember the first 10 years of his life as a pure blood.

His family made up the former royal guard of the Noble family. They never truly forgave the higher nobles for discarding them for mages. Because of that his father pushes survival, physical, and mental preparedness over other teachings. Politics seemed to be a secondary choice and none of them were allowed to use a cell phone or computer passed knowing only how one functions. Distractions were few and seldom, the ultra-traditionalist head of their family kept his children on their toes.

He believed in the legends of old, were wolves and demons, making sure his family knew of them and why they trained. To survive. To protect. To fight.

Back talk or laziness that infect so many other vampires was not tolerated and normally was met with swift, harsh, and at times brutal punishment. You followed the rules and followed your orders. Loyalty to the clan, Honor for the family, Brutality for your enemies. A family motto, if there ever was one.

Revealed history

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, but prefers women

Fighting Style: Prefers unarmed combat and is decent with a long sword and long bow.

Likes:
- Meditating
- Reading about history and legends
- Listening to others talk
- Practicing his fighting and survival techniques
- The fall and winter seasons
- Singing
- Sculpting stone, metal, and wood as a hobby

Dislikes:
- His family
- High born nobles
- Weak or lazy people
- Getting into political discussions with others
- Loud and obnoxious people

Habits:

- He has a strange craving every now and then for the blood of an animal. He is well aware that it doesn’t do anything for him. He can get a little upset without it for a while. normally keeps it in a silver flask and is usually mixed with some type of preservative.

- Victor tries to be the mediator in fights by physically putting himself in-between people. He does this mostly so he can have a good reason to fight, self-defense is normally a good excuse when being talked too about it later.

- He will at times, when in someone else’s house, move random objects or hide important things. Mostly because imagining someone trying to find something that he hid is amusing.

Other:

Unique Items:
- A family Sword made of strong steel with silver inlays in the blade and handle. The inlays hold the name of the old family’s lord at the time.
- A pendant on a leather strap that holds his family sigil.

Theme song

Revenge by Aviators
https://youtu.be/l35oH3BoRGU

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Ghoul Gird

Just some harmless training > this is going to hurt /// Day 6 // Morning

Gird was quite impressed himself in his current abilities and the addition of a new fighting stance just made him feel all the stronger. But then she backed off giving more room in-between the two, a good strategy against someone that needs to get up and personal. He watched her movements for a little while. Luz’s body language was telling him she was going to come at him again.

In the brief moment of her complement Gird whispered to the spirit he was carrying around with him, “Gobta after this I might need some of your knowledge about healing. Because this is going to hurt.” He was well aware of what he was doing. It wouldn’t be very fair for him to gain all the skills and have his friend gain nothing in return. That and with what he was about to do he knew it would test his Stone Skin skill.

Luz charged from her position the blunt end of her spear facing him. Gird resisted all of his natural instincts to dodge and instead he focused on blocking the strikes with his for arms and legs but otherwise taking every hit. Planting his feet deeper hit after hit to stay upright and resist his friend’s strength to throw him to the ground. Taking the last blow to his stomach he dropped to one knee momentarily. Taking a moment to stand back up and resume his defensive position.

@Jangel13
@demonspade64

Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 0

Inventory: Purple Book

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor, Old Goblin Healer Skull named Gobta,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Stone Skin, Deathly movements, Dead whispers, Stone Wind Stance,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses: