thewizardguy

In the Land of Heartstone

FoxFireOfDawn said
Xerxes blinks twice before looking around at his surroundings. He raises a hand to his forehead, tracing the mark over and over again before sighing. He lightly pats a nearby Susuwatari on it's head. He starts to wonder what everything up until now had meant. Especially the odd rune.

There's nothing going on. You're alone, and no other Gods decide to pay a visit. Go do something.

In the Land of Heartstone

Let me go check that.

Blood Compact, Revamped(Yay bad puns!)

Looks like Magnus is in trouble!

Hell's coffee lounge

*Grabs anti-stalker spray*
....

Blood Compact, Revamped(Yay bad puns!)

"I do not seek to be saved. I seek redemption. If I wished to leave this life, I could have taken my life, but the Lord has tasked me with ending the plague of vampirism." Johnathan moved forward, using powerful slashes. While Magnus was fast, Johnathan was stronger, and he was going to use that to his full advantage, slashing with all of the weight of his armor behind it, each blow capable of rending steel in half. "Do not play games, Magnus. We both know you cannot beat me in this fog." And indeed, Magnus finds the holy smoke burning holes in his chest. To speak, one needs to draw breath. When the air is filled with Holy Vapour, breathing becomes an obstacle. Johnathan had hoped that Magnus' vanity would so get in the way of practicality.

Hell's coffee lounge

And I'm back again.

Hell's coffee lounge

I'm still here.

Blood Compact, Revamped(Yay bad puns!)

I honestly can't say how spread out they are, as I have no idea how large/small the area is. However, he's using the westwind to push the fog towards the advancing vampire hordes.

In the Land of Heartstone

Laggia said
Bazgulub smiled blocking the attacks with his galues. he liked a good fight were the odds were agaisnt him. Bazgulub did fid a Little opening atthe barrageing attacks from the axes. you soon find that one of your hands that he blocked wiht his gallouts to be to pushe to the sie and with the Sharp triangel formed gallous heding towards your thoat

Dunmur dodges back, dropping one of the axes in the process, before using his opponents lack of balance to..... wait a second...... Dunmur looked down at where Morgathar had lain, and noticed it had been taken. While he had fought, he had been robbed of his prize! Some fool had thought they could steal Morgathar away from him! "Some pansy elf has taken the axe! Wielder, we shall finish our fight when the axe is recovered." Without another word, Dunmur leaves, grabbing a nearby onlooker by the neck to question him, shaking the answers out of the poor fellow.

Blood Compact, Revamped(Yay bad puns!)

Johnathan smiled, as the fog rolled out. It was a thick one, blocking sight even for a vampire, and the younger vampires burned like crisps. However, then Magnus entered, searching for one of the smoke machines, no doubt. However, this was the divine fog. Johnathan could take down entire clans, and this was his trick. He moved through the smoke, never losing his footing. He oriented through sound. Smell and sight, the main senses used by vampires, were useless, with the Holy Vapour of the Purge filling their nostrils, and those that tried to use it would burn from the inside as well as the outside. However, Johnathan still knew the ancient vampire, whom he ahd fought with often in his lifespan. Magnus should not have been so foolish as to face him with numbers. Numbers were nothing to the Purge.
Johnathan swung the Christian Blade, but Magnus was no Youngblood, and deflected the attack. They faced one another, each no more than a black shimmer in the fog to the other. Johnathan smiled, as he went into a number of swings, each more vicious than the last. He would kill this vampire, this would be the time. "We meet again, Magnus! This time, surely, the Lord will take your soul!"