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Nah it's alright, I've been pretty busy myself :p
The sudden boom echoing throughout the area put Dante on edge, as a result he quickly changed into his vampire form and looked up to see what had cause it. "...it's a miracle no one has found out about this camp with the stuff we do here", he said as he continued to search for Ivy and not so long after he stumbled onto her, "Hey Ivy, everyone is worried sick about you. Let's get back to camp before things get out of hand"
Isabella was at the clearing in the woods when the blast went off. The sudden thundering noise shook her as she began to look for a place to start digging. "...here seems appropriate. Whatever that was better not come here, I have no time for interruptions", she grumbled before turning to her partner. Another vampire who had been a courier for Isabella during her time at camp. "Do you have a message to send to the coven? Or am I wasting my time here?", he said with boredom in his voice. Apparently he was unphased by the explosion not far from where they were. "Tell the elders I have found the artifacts and will be returning soon with another member to the coven. Also the one they inquired about, Roxy. She might be trying to back out of the agreement we established. For now I will continue to observe and will return with my findings on the matter", she concluded her message. The courier wrote down every word and placed it in his bag before heading out.
Isabella was at the clearing in the woods when the blast went off. The sudden thundering noise shook her as she began to look for a place to start digging. "...here seems appropriate. Whatever that was better not come here, I have no time for interruptions", she grumbled before turning to her partner. Another vampire who had been a courier for Isabella during her time at camp. "Do you have a message to send to the coven? Or am I wasting my time here?", he said with boredom in his voice. Apparently he was unphased by the explosion not far from where they were. "Tell the elders I have found the artifacts and will be returning soon with another member to the coven. Also the one they inquired about, Roxy. She might be trying to back out of the agreement we established. For now I will continue to observe and will return with my findings on the matter", she concluded her message. The courier wrote down every word and placed it in his bag before heading out.
Will there be any added slots for demon characters? If not that's fine I'm still interested.
Yeah after tonight she's going to be gone, Mayne Dante as well not sure yet.
I'm going to exclude Isabella from today's activities until the confrontation with Roxy and Dante since its going to end her time at camp.
Aaron arrived from his ride in time to join the others for hockey. He had never played this before so he thought it would be interesting, he also needed something to take his mind off of what was going to go down tonight.
Dante washad overheard everyone making a big fuss over Ivy running off and so decided to go off and find her. He had done this before and if anyone was able to bring her back it'd be him. He searched for her scent and it wasn't long before he found it and began to follow it.
Dante washad overheard everyone making a big fuss over Ivy running off and so decided to go off and find her. He had done this before and if anyone was able to bring her back it'd be him. He searched for her scent and it wasn't long before he found it and began to follow it.
Some time had passed before Talan noticed the his guards had gotten too comfortable. They even went so far as to lean against the bars of the cell door. He eased slowly and carefully towards them but stopped dead in his tracks once they started talking again. "Heh you heard what happened to Bran on the trip back from Rannos?", the other guard gave a look of affirmation before answering, "Yeah I heard the savages tried to escape, Bran ended up whippin one till he had em screamin like he was mad, had ol'Bran scared out his mind...in fact I think the one in here be the same one", this was it. The opportunity Talan had been waiting for, he bolted for the door and stuck his hand between the bars holding the one of the guards by his neck. He raised his shiv to the man's throat before yelling, "Open the door! NOW!" the guardsman struggled to retrieve the keys from his belt as he shook horribly grasping for the keys only to miss and try again. "You're friend is running out of time! Hurry up!", Talan yelled as he pressed the shiv against his hostages neck putting enough pressure to cause pain but not enough to break flesh.
The guard finally managed to get a hold of his keys after a few seconds of fumbling around. He turned the key in the lock and the second the cell door was unlocked Talan slit his hostages throat and charged through the door. His surviving guard began running down the hall towards the door only to trip and find himself begging on the floor. "MERCY! MERC-", his pleas were silenced as the Kahldari stuck the shiv in the side of his neck behind the esophagus and pulled, ripping out his throat. I'm free, now to kill this Bran and be on my way, he thought as he moved towards the door. He carefully opened the door and was greeted by of the slavers from the ship he was brought on, each weilding a sword and shield. Backs turned to him they were unaware of his presence at the moment and Talan used the few seconds he had to examine his surroundings. If I can get to those stables over there I will be free, first he had to get past these three. His shiv was no longer useful, he needed a real weapon...and they had three.
Sneaking up behind the nearest one Talan stabbed him in the throat and took his sword, just in time too as the other slavers noticed and were about to strike. The slaver swung down his sword to slay the crouched Kahldari but was a moment to late as Talan had already pulled their dead comrade's sword from its sheath and used it to block the incoming attack. In response Talan performed a leg sweep causing the closest slaver to fall to his death as Talan's blade caught him as he fell. The last of them didn't even try to fight, instead he began to run and it was then that Talan knew who it was. Bran, the man who whipped him like an animal was now at his mercy. He quickly ran over to the stables, mounted a horse and chased after Bran. It didn't take long for him to catch up and as Talan came up behind him he swung his blade cleaving the top half of Bran's head clean off.
Riding past the now dead Bran Talan looked back to see blood gushing out of the skull of the slaver's corpse. A grin began to form as he rode out of the port town and into the wilderness. The ordeal was not over for two more slavers on horseback came riding after him, he waited for them to get as close as possible while being out of striking distance of their swords. He flung his shiv as hard as he could and it struck the raider on his left in the arm and either by luck or skill managed to hit the gap in his armor between his shoulder and horse casuign him to fall of his horse. His remaining pursuer came up behind him on his right, Talan expected this and raised his sword to the slavers head level. Stopping his horse suddenly the slaver couldn't react in time and was only able to let out a yelp as he rode into Talan's blade, his mouth open received the blade slicing it wide open and severing his lower jaw from his skull.
One last matter of business was left before he could move on however. Turning his horse around he rode over to the slaver who he managed to knock off their horse. The man lay on the ground with blood beginning to pool on the ground at his shoulder. From the looks of it his spine was broken, paralyzed and useless like a maimed animal. The irony of it all is that this was Talan once. "Mercy, sir, mercy! I'm just following orders!", the slaver yelled. "Go. Tell them what happened, tell them if they continue to hunt me..", he looked over to where the other slaver lay dead without a mouth "need I say more?" The wounded slaver simply nodded as Talan walked away, "Wait! I can't walk!"
He didn't look back as his horse trotted away all he said was, "But you can crawl, so you get started before dark"
Arriving at his destination Talan looked at the aftermath of the battle which he heard of. Homes destroyed, bodies lay in the streets as those who survived searched for their loved ones or attempted to rebuild what was lost. Even in this state Talan envied them for at least they had something to rebuild. He has nothing and as far as he could see he will have nothing for some time. Among the people was one who looked to be from lands elsewhere, he was definitely not Kahldari from what he could tell but not kin to these people. Stranger still he was assisting them in their repairs. Riding up to him Talan asked, "You, outlander. What do you know of this Queen's Guard? Where will I find them?" He was in no mood to make friendly conversation, he needed a ship home and that was exactly what he was going to get.
The guard finally managed to get a hold of his keys after a few seconds of fumbling around. He turned the key in the lock and the second the cell door was unlocked Talan slit his hostages throat and charged through the door. His surviving guard began running down the hall towards the door only to trip and find himself begging on the floor. "MERCY! MERC-", his pleas were silenced as the Kahldari stuck the shiv in the side of his neck behind the esophagus and pulled, ripping out his throat. I'm free, now to kill this Bran and be on my way, he thought as he moved towards the door. He carefully opened the door and was greeted by of the slavers from the ship he was brought on, each weilding a sword and shield. Backs turned to him they were unaware of his presence at the moment and Talan used the few seconds he had to examine his surroundings. If I can get to those stables over there I will be free, first he had to get past these three. His shiv was no longer useful, he needed a real weapon...and they had three.
Sneaking up behind the nearest one Talan stabbed him in the throat and took his sword, just in time too as the other slavers noticed and were about to strike. The slaver swung down his sword to slay the crouched Kahldari but was a moment to late as Talan had already pulled their dead comrade's sword from its sheath and used it to block the incoming attack. In response Talan performed a leg sweep causing the closest slaver to fall to his death as Talan's blade caught him as he fell. The last of them didn't even try to fight, instead he began to run and it was then that Talan knew who it was. Bran, the man who whipped him like an animal was now at his mercy. He quickly ran over to the stables, mounted a horse and chased after Bran. It didn't take long for him to catch up and as Talan came up behind him he swung his blade cleaving the top half of Bran's head clean off.
Riding past the now dead Bran Talan looked back to see blood gushing out of the skull of the slaver's corpse. A grin began to form as he rode out of the port town and into the wilderness. The ordeal was not over for two more slavers on horseback came riding after him, he waited for them to get as close as possible while being out of striking distance of their swords. He flung his shiv as hard as he could and it struck the raider on his left in the arm and either by luck or skill managed to hit the gap in his armor between his shoulder and horse casuign him to fall of his horse. His remaining pursuer came up behind him on his right, Talan expected this and raised his sword to the slavers head level. Stopping his horse suddenly the slaver couldn't react in time and was only able to let out a yelp as he rode into Talan's blade, his mouth open received the blade slicing it wide open and severing his lower jaw from his skull.
One last matter of business was left before he could move on however. Turning his horse around he rode over to the slaver who he managed to knock off their horse. The man lay on the ground with blood beginning to pool on the ground at his shoulder. From the looks of it his spine was broken, paralyzed and useless like a maimed animal. The irony of it all is that this was Talan once. "Mercy, sir, mercy! I'm just following orders!", the slaver yelled. "Go. Tell them what happened, tell them if they continue to hunt me..", he looked over to where the other slaver lay dead without a mouth "need I say more?" The wounded slaver simply nodded as Talan walked away, "Wait! I can't walk!"
He didn't look back as his horse trotted away all he said was, "But you can crawl, so you get started before dark"
Arriving at his destination Talan looked at the aftermath of the battle which he heard of. Homes destroyed, bodies lay in the streets as those who survived searched for their loved ones or attempted to rebuild what was lost. Even in this state Talan envied them for at least they had something to rebuild. He has nothing and as far as he could see he will have nothing for some time. Among the people was one who looked to be from lands elsewhere, he was definitely not Kahldari from what he could tell but not kin to these people. Stranger still he was assisting them in their repairs. Riding up to him Talan asked, "You, outlander. What do you know of this Queen's Guard? Where will I find them?" He was in no mood to make friendly conversation, he needed a ship home and that was exactly what he was going to get.
Thanks! The whole time I was doubting if it was post worthy haha.
Name: Aaron Caswell
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Spirit Animal: Black Wolf
Personality: Aaron is not the most friendly person you could meet. He's reserved, calculating, and sometimes cruel. Much like his spirit animal he is the lone wolf who tends to fend for himself but when he finds a group worth sticking with he's loyal to to the end.
Crush: no one yet
Spirit Animal Appearance:
Sorry for taking so long I couldn't think of a character so I just edited the original Aaron a bit.
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