TheDarkTemplar

Camp for Supernatural Teens

Once in Roxy's shadow world Dante turned back to his human form. Thankfully he had been wearing his robe which clothed him well enough. "I've translated every last word of that damn notebook. I've read it over and over and over again as I sat there translating it to the point where it's burned into my brain and I know eaxactly what she's planning", Dante's voice began to get shaky as he went on, "I-I-I've read it and from what it says the artifacts are a chalice and a dagger. Someone, not just a vampire but anyone, can be sacrificed with the dagger as long as their blood pools in the chalic. Once that is done whoever drinks from the chalice is given an extension of their life span if not a vampire. Normally this would be fine but if a vampire were to drink from it especially if the blood belonged to a vampire it'd make them practically indestructible as well as give them powers unseen in the vampire world. Isabella wants this probably to use on me then if she feels like it on everyone else at camp. She's probably not alone if that's the plan, my guess is she has people waiting for her word to arrive here and kill us all", Dante's rambling wasn't simply from all this knowledge but from the fact he hadn't fed for some time. "N-now if we had the chalice, you could get back lost years and I could be strong enough to help you fight those who are after you. We'd be an army of two. No one could stop us it'd be like-", he stopped himself. He was beginning to go crazy from all this if he didn't stop. "I...I think I need a break"

Camp for Supernatural Teens

Dante, still in vampire form made a animalistic version of a cough as he attemoted to get Roxy's attention, "If you are done talking Roxy, I have something to tell you" he said in a deep distorted voice. While Dante usually was friendly with newcomers he had no time for them at the moment for what he knew was to urgent to hold back. If this is done right, I can finally be rid of Isabella...at least from camp that is

Camp for Supernatural Teens

Dante hid the translated copy of Isabella's notebook under his bed before heading outside. He stuck his head outside only to be greeted by that infernal sun. Once his eyes adjusted he noticed that others were outside, I cant waste time talking with anyone. I need to tell Roxy what I've learned. Dante stuck his head back inside the cabin where he transformed into his vampire form. Hopefully this keeps some of them at bay, he thought before swinging the cabin door open. This time the sun was harsher but he paid no mind to it. With his wings flapping violently Dante hovered over to where he saw Roxy but what was more intriguing was the new kid who was attempting to make contact with her. He quickly glided over to where they were giving the new kid a silent blank look which in this form was a monstrous fanged glare.

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

I'd love a summary, while I'd love to go back and read the previous posts(which I will at some point)it'll save me time when making my own.

Camp for Supernatural Teens

I second that!

Camp for Supernatural Teens

"It's fine dude", Aaron said as he let out a yawn, "it's probably somewhere around here...I guess we go get breakfast or something?" The boy thought for a moment if he'd change before heading to the mess hall. I guess I might as well, saves me time later., he thought before getting dressed with his grey jeans and black tank top under a blue hoodie. "Meet you at the mess hall", he said to Kido as he opened the cabin door. He slipped into his skate shoes and rode his board over the mess hall past Aiden and Cordie where upon entering he grabbed something to eat and sat at the nearest table still half asleep.

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

I like the sound of it. I was originally thinking of something like that, a mix of Persian and Egyptian maybe? Then again where Tal is from its a plainsland so I think your suggestion would fit better.

Camp for Supernatural Teens

YamiCuoreLaroux said
Kido woke up still feeling a bit dazed. But he got the key. He wouldn't have to watch...wait. Where was he? Confused, he sat up and looked around his cabin before he remembered that he was still at camp. Hugging Palo tightly, he thought back to where he just thought he had been before it started fading from his memory. Shaking his head to clear it again, he looked over to see if his cabin mate was awake. "Aaron? I think it's time to go to breakfast." Mm...his voice sounded a little strange...he cleared his throat and tried again. "Aaron? Are you awake?"

Aaron replied with a groan as he lazily got himself out of bed, "yeah I'm up...what time is it anyway?" Aaron was never one to wake up early and the realization that he'd be doing this for the rest of the summer hit him hard.

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

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The ship creaked and moaned as it sailed across the Howling Sea, the winds for which these waters were named howled harshly as the waves crashed against the hull of the ship and onto the deck spraying sailors with its salty waters. Much like the sea the men howled orders at each other as they ran across the ship trying desperately to keep her afloat. The captain, Arnold Hammund, was the one of the most notorious slave captains and had commanded several journeys across the Howling Sea. "If you lot don't pull your damn weight when we get to port I'll sell you along with the savages below!", that wasn't a threat. Years of living as a slaver had driven Hammund almost mad with greed. So much so he would actually sell his men into slavery if he felt they didn't work to his expectations. One would think this would turn away potential crew but Hammund knew how to get a crew. On every venture to Rannos he would only pick the most skilled natives to take as slaves, once he was back home he'd sell them for top dollar and pay his crew handsomely even if it was only a portion of his earnings.

Below decks in the darkest corner sat Talan, his face was bloodied and beaten along with the rest of his body due to his previous attempts to escape. He sat slouched against the wall of the ship packed with all the other slaves. Some weren't even Kahldari, in fact some of them seemed to be foreigners like the ones above. One in particular seemed more afraid than the rest. In fact he looked as if he was about to soil himself, "If you are going to shit yourself you better make sure it's nowhere near me", Talan said with a cruel tone in his voice. The foreigner snapped his head in the direction of where he heard the voice. "Y-you have no idea, savage, you have no idea what's in store for us. Let alone me!", the man tried to speak with some form of aggression but failed miserably.

"Oh really? Then what is waiting for us wherever it is we are going?", Talan replied. He would forgive the man for calling him a savage..this time.

"We are going to be sold as slave! At least you all are I was in Rannos to escape a debt collector and now he's found me. I know the man and he is not one to forgive those who don't pay him. Oh God he's going to kill me, I think-I think I'm going to be sick!"

"Get it togethor man! You think acting like a frightened child will do anything!", Talan looked around the hold on the ship to see all the others looking at him with the same expression on their faces as the pathetic man beside him. He stood up, more like half crouched as his chains kept him down somewhat. "Listen, all of you! You can sit here like cowards or you can fight for your freedom! Follow me and I will lead us back home!", the other slaves spoke quietly amongst themselves before giving him a look that he knew meant they were with him. "Good, the three of you. Help me break these chains", he pointed to the three closest men to him and they shuffled over to him grabbing his chains. "When I say, pull the chains...Now!", the three men and Talan jerked at the chains as hard as they could, amost instantly others joined in and in a few moments his chains broke away from the hull of the ship. The three did the same for each other and not long after there was enough of them free to release the other slaves. They all gathered at the stairs to the deck where Talan stood ahead of them all, "How many of you can fight?", he asked and in response a handful of men and women came forward through the crowd, "Alright the rest of you wait here, we don't need you getting in the way". Looking to his fighters he said, "When I give the word we all charge the deck. We have no weapons so knock the men off the ship. Take their weapons if you can-wait. What do you think you are doing?", Talan noticed the man he spoke with earlier at the front. "I-I want to fight", he said with the same nervous tone he spoke with before.

"You are no fighter...fine just stay out of my way", Talan readied himself and signaled to the others to do the same. There was a moment of silence despite the raging sea outside, in the next there was only screaming as Talan lead the charge tackling the nearest sailor to the ground and bashing his face in before moving onto his next opponent. The slaves followed close by and the revolt seemed to be going well...that is until the slavers realized what was going on. They quickly began to surround and recapture the slaves, all except one. Talan was still fighting by the time they captured the others, he managed to get a sword and was slashing this way and that. It almost looked as if he'd take down the entire ship's crew if he hadn't been tackled from behind. Once he was captured the captain ordered his men to have the offending slaves lined up across the deck. Arnold strolled up and down the deck surveying each of the slaves Talan lead into battle. "My problem isn't the fact that you lot tried to rebel, but that I can't kill any of you. That would cost me money and I hate losing money...what I can do is teach you all a lesson", Arnold looked with hateful eyes as Talan who met Arnold's gaze with his own. "Men! Take this one and tie him to the mast. Then give him 50 lashins' to his savage hide!", Arnold walked over to the foreigner Talan had spoken to before. Still shaking from the assault the man nervously looked up at Arnold only to piss himself in fear. "Do you think I appreciate you soaking the deck of my ship with your piss?! Ey Boy?!...this one is not worth selling...kill em"

Talan could hear the little man screaming as the sailors dragged him over to the side of the ship, slitting his throat and throwing his body overboard. "As for you, savage, remember where you are next time you have one of your primitive urges", Arnold gave one of his crewmen a nod and they began to whip Talan, each time adding to the already numerous bloody marks on his back. For the first 30 he was almost silent, letting out only grunts or muffled yells. After the first thirty was when he began to scream, his screams weren't like those of the pathetic man who died moments before. No, his were screams of anger, of hate, almost animalistic and the very man who was whipping him seemed reluctant to continue. At one point he stopped completely but to his surprise Talan spoke, "Are you satisfied? Because I swear once we get to where we are going I will kill you! When I'm done with you death will be welcoming!"

Arnold with a blank look on his face gestured for them to take the beaten Kahldari below decks and chain him up again.Talan would not speak again until they reached the port city by the Tyne River delta. "Lead the cargo to the plaza!", Arnold ordered his men. In a few hours Arnold had managed to sell a good amount of his cargo before interested buyers were no where to be found. He still had a handful of slaves to sell, Talan among them. "Take this lot up river to the village near Stag's Rest when you get the chance. I'm not letting them go to waste", the leftover slaves were herded into a large holding chamber owned by Arnold himself for this very purpose. It is here that Talan would wait for his chance to be free...and to kill the man who dared to whip him as if he was some animal.

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

I'll work on getting him to the village at Tyne River, from there I'll let you decide how things go.