thewizardguy

The Blood Compact

@Wraithblade6
You've been sitting on your ass since Grey vanished. Set someone on fire already.

The Prophecy

Yeah, I'm pretty sure this is dead. I'ma drop out as well.

The Blood Compact

@BlackPanther
Ah, I can't today. A matter came up IRL. But I'll try and be here tomorrow.

The Blood Compact

Lucas and Carolyn

Lucas sighed. He would've put up a fight had Carolyn not been present. Hell, he probably would have welcomed the challenge. But he couldn't let his pride get in the way, not when it meant endangering her. He put up a finger before he turned around to talk to Carolyn.

"Let me turn—"

"No!" Carolyn interrupted, her voice low but unyielding. He knew she wouldn't agree to the change, regardless of their situation. "I"ll go with them." Lucas started to protest, but once again, Carolyn interjected. "It's okay, really. Just find me later." With a faint smile, Carolyn walked past Lucas to face the soldiers. "Well, I obviously have no choice, so let's get this over with." Carolyn took a quick look behind her, but Lucas was gone. Good.

With a grin, the main soldier gestured at his companions. Two of them dropped down to ground level, and began tracking down Lucas. Even if he wasn't a human, they could always take him for extra credit. If worst came to worst, they could kill him for fun. After all, he had resisted them, hadn't he? And that gave them free reign to do whatever they wanted, didn't it?

"A most sensible choice, young lady!" The lead vampire stepped forward, as the only vampire remaining on the roof aimed his rifle at Carolyn. As long as Lucas was still in the area there was a danger he would spontaneously reappear. It was a classic, to jump the enemy when they were about to claim their prize. "Just put this on, and you'll be out in a moment. And when next you wake up, this'll all be over." The vampire was holding out some sort of face-mask, presumably it would knock out whomever wore it. A knife had appeared in his other hand, and there was no question what the penalty for disobedience was.

Carolyn rolled her eyes. She wasn't a fan of theatrics, and the guy was getting on her last nerve. "Fine, but just know that I would have gone quietly, so this isn't necessary at all." She eyed the strange mask, then the knife. It seemed that she'd be alright for the moment as long as she complied. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for Lucas as he was now being chased as well. With a sigh, Carolyn donned the mask, unsure of what to expect.

Within moments the mask would take effect, and the last thing Carolyn would see before the darkness swallowed her would be the vampire stepping forward, as if to catch her.

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The truck was grungy, and there were many other people in there with Carolyn. All of them appeared to be women older than 18, but there were no elderly. While some of them were crying or whispering under their breath, most of them remained silent as the truck heaved beneath them. Several bodies could be seen on the floor, those who had yet to wake up. The only light in this truck was provided by an LED light in the ceiling, casting the entire room into a dim yellow light.

Carolyn stirred, her eyelids heavier than normal. Very faintly, she heard noises in the background--cries and chatter which slowly brought her back to her senses. She opened her eyes only to squint, the bright overhead light shining directly down on her. Carolyn looked around and immediately learned that she was in a moving vehicle. She slowly sat up, turning to the woman nearest her.

"Where are we going?"

There was no answer. Nobody was willing to speak up, or even move much. Most of the occupants just stared at a wall, or their own hands. It seemed that, given no options, humans naturally fell into this kind of despair. Certainly it was an oppressive atmosphere.

After some time had passed the truck would come to a halt. As the passengers murmured among themselves the doors were swung wide open, filling the back of the truck with harsh sunlight. Several vampires in uniform clambered in and began dragging people out of the truck, and someone was shouting something outside. Most of those inside were pulled out with little resistance, but shouting and crying could be heard in the distance. It appeared that there were more trucks than just this one.

Outside Carolyn would see that they were somewhere in the woods. Not far away she could see what looked like a wall, and a gate that was even now closing. But the rough hand of one of the vampiric workers quickly pushed her in the opposite direction, towards a large white building. It was an imposing building, with thick walls and small windows. Two heavy wooden doors were opened to allow a steady stream of prisoners, for that was what they were now, into this building. And in fact the inside appeared to have once been a prison block, now under new management. The walls were newly painted, and vampiric janitors could be seen scrubbing away at the floors. Past what looked like a reception were rows of cells, although those too had been recently refurbished. Already people were being assigned to different areas, with a variety of military vampires arguing about who belonged where. One vampire singled Carolyn out and led her towards a series of cells, declaring that this area was for young female prisoners.

Carolyn's cell was nice, for a prison cell. The iron bars had been replaced with double glass, allowing her a view of the cell across from her own. An average-looking bed and wardrobe had been placed inside, and there was even a button that turned the glass walls opaque. Although nothing could block the view of the camera placed in the corner, which kept it's glassy gaze on her. On a small bedside table a platter of food waited, which looked like it had arrived there not long before she had. Slabs of ham in gravy, baked potato slices and sliced cucumber. Perhaps not a grand meal, but a good shot better than usual prison fare.

Carolyn was never particularly fond of dealing with a lack of privacy. She leaned over her bed to grab the pillow case, then pushed the small chair against the wall. Predictably, they would correct the issue as soon as they became aware of it, but she could buy some time for now. Carolyn stepped up on the chair and draped the pillow case over the camera. With a smile, she stepped down, then pressed the button to make the glass opaque.

Instead of using the table to eat, Carolyn grabbed the tray, placed it on the bed, and sat down next to it with her back against the wall. Such attitude stemmed from her belief that she wouldn't be locked in there for long, regardless of what it took. She lazily picked at her food after that, her mind preoccupied with her escape more than anything else.

The Blood Compact

@Blackpanther
You want to finish the fight as a collab?

The Blood Compact

Col. Blue, Valk Main Square -

@BlackPanther

Like a flash the colonel moved through the flames, even as the creature he faced changed for instantly. Even as his blade passed through empty space the beast sprung forward, teeth bared. A step back took Blue out of range of the attack even as he brought up the back end of the glaive, batting Vlad's head away. How unfortunately predictable. Beneath his visor Blue smiled, even as he spun away from another blow. If he hadn't known of Vlad's lycan heritage that attack might have worked. If Blue had been taken by surprise, even his impressive reflexes could not have saved him from those teeth. But by revealing his nature the hybrid had wasted it's trump card, and in doing so played directly into Blue's hand. Power without experience, without skill, was like a child with a sledgehammer. Dangerous only to fools and bugs.

"Come now, come now! Is that really the best you've got? When I mount your head on my wall, I want it to feel like an accomplishment!"

Laughing Blue twirled his weapon around his body, using his superior reach to slowly drive Vlad backwards. If the hybrid took even a step towards him he'd meet with a wall of flashing silver. Nevermore was no normal weapon, it was a highly advanced blade designed for slicing through even the heaviest of armour. A titanium alloy core, and a blade made from diamond fullerene. A lead sheeth around the core added a large amount of mass to to the end. And a sheeth of silver and cold iron around the weapon allowed it to play on the weaknesses of several dangerous creatures. Even a touch would burn most lycans, and Blue was most interested in seeing what it would do to a hybrid. Would it burn less, or twice as much? What would his face look like cleft in two?

Ducking down low Blue shifted the pole in his hands as it shot outwards like a bladed pillar. Moving his grip to the very back of the pole he went for a quick jab with great reach, intended to slice into the beast's legs. Whether it hit or not Blue would instantly retract the weapon and step back, before stepping forward with a broad swing for the head. By maintaining distance from the creature he allowed himself room to manoeuvre while forcing the creature to back up. He would control the ebb and flow of this battle, right up to the end. And with so little reach on those claws and teeth, there was very little Vlad could do about it.

The War of the Three

@Lmpkio

So basically, I will distract the lizard by waving shiny things at it and hope it doesn't eat me. ^-^

The War of the Three

Khaine, Oblivion Depths

@Lmpkio@KoL@Lonewolf685

As a swarm of slithering and creeping creatures the beast wove between the bars. An arrow blasted through the swarm, but achieved nothing more than to slay a few more bugs. Hissing Khaine realised this creature would care little for simple physical attack, and he allowed his bow to vanish back to the Forge. As the swarm creature formed into two semi-solid humanoid shapes he prepared to call upon the rest of his weapons, but was interrupted by two seperate events. First his delusional companion made an attempt to broker a peace, halting both himself and the creature. Surprisingly this worked, as the creature halted it's advance upon them. Khaine stood silent as Diana introduced both herself and him, although he did not drop his guard. In turn the creature introduced itself as two separate entities, just as it had shaped two entities with it's swarm. Based on how it spoke it was confused, most likely it had lost much to the Dungeon's influence. If so it was quite possible that his companion did indeed share an origin with this strange entity.

Second was an interruption of a far less pleasant nature. An orb of grey energy appeared nearby, releasing a most disturbing aura. And from it spoke a voice, the very same that had spoken when this chaos first began. Once again it declared the leaders of the Triumvirate to be mere puppets, and that they must be overthrown. A call to arms for the assembled forces of the Nexus to rise up against their leaders. A quite ironic notion. While Khaine agreed in concept that such puppets must be removed he knew perfectly well that this voice wished nothing more than to advance their own standing. Perhaps they simply aimed to take the throne from these puppets, or perhaps she was opposed to whatever force was the master of these puppets. Another political move in a political move. The action of a God, to whom demons and angels were mere pawns to be moved in this eternal conflict.

Of course, such musing could not last forever. Khaine stared suddenly at an empty passage, even as he shifted into a defensive stance. There was a presence there, unlike anything he had felt before. An overwhelming power, like the fiery might of a star. A wall of killing intent, barely contained bloodrush, flooded out from that direction. Of course Khaine did not feel fear, it was not an emotion he was capable of. But even he understood perfectly well now the desire to flee from this monstrous power. Whatever it was that came from the depths of the Nexus it was dangerous, on an entirely different level from the opponents Khaine had faced here. And whatever it was, it was not happy.

As such, Khaine nearly agreed when the bug-creature declared that they must flee. After all, ants do not stand in the way of steamrollers. When Gods marched to war, it was folly to stand in their path. But he also knew that whatever it was, it couldn't have come this close without sensing them. They had not been quiet. And based on the rage he was feeling even from this distance, it was not inclined to let them leave so easily.

Outrunning it was dismissed out of hand. Power granted speed, almost inevitably. Even if it moved relatively slowly now, that was merely because it wished to. If it caught up with them while they were fleeing there would be nothing stopping this creature from ripping them all to shreds. Whatever slim chances of victory they had would drop to 0. Fighting it was a waste of time, even with their combined abilities it was unlikely they could defeat this creature, whatever it was. And even if they could defeat it somehow, they would be too heavily wounded to survive the new challengers who would be inevitably attracted to the fight.

Cycling through possible strategies, Khain came to one conclusion. Together they could most likely not defeat it, and alone he stood no chance of achieving victory. But he could slow it down. Even if he could simply convince the monster to monologue about it's power that would buy precious seconds, which could be used to escape the area. Considering the situation there was only one logical solution, which saved as many lives as possible.

"Go. Find a red stone, the size of my fist. It is your escape." With those words Khaine turned towards the direction the presence was coming from, and started walking. He made his stand in the centre of the path, where he would face the creature. A flash of red and a great wall of steel rose behind him, separating him from his companions. With a gesture he called upon the powers of the Forge, as chains of black metal shot from red glowing gates. A web of barbed chains formed around him, connected to him both magically and physically. Ancient blades emerged from the ground, engraved with runes of arcane power. The thick scent of burning flesh filled the area as Khaine awaited his 'opponent'.

As he stood there he had a moment to wonder what happened to one who died in this realm. Would it allow his essence to escape, to return to Hell where it belonged? And even if he could return there, would he be allowed to be reborn? Knowing what punishments awaited those who had abandoned his duty Khaine was uncertain what was the worse fate. In the end he decided that remaining here would be worse, hollowed out into an empty shell of himself. At least in Hell it would be him that felt the torment. And, even as he contemplated his death, some small part of him called out in glee at the prospect of facing such a powerful being. It had been a long time since he had done anything quite this foolish. A very long time indeed.

The Blood Compact

@AtomicNut No worries ^-^
It was probably a good idea to be reserved. After all, I could be pulling it all outta my ass.

The War of the Three

@KoL
And that's where you're wrong. Especially when strategy can grant you power.