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Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

In best anime voice possible: "SHI - KA - RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!" >.<

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Tyki said
elycia watches the soldier leave, giving him a small wave good bye but otherwise remaining silent while he was conversing with damien and handing over the letter. "first. i'm not human. second, what is a great hunt?" she asks evenly, showing annoyance at being called human but looking with interest at the letter

Damien seemed slightly unsettled. "A great hunt, is a glorified term for protecting the city. We put together a team of our best vampire hunters, and they go out to patrol during the night. Sometimes, the parties don't return." He opened the letter. Looks like it's going to be tomorrow. This is very short notice indeed. Something must have happened." He folded the thing and stuffed it into a pocket somewhere. He rubbed his head anxiously.

Battle Stations! - Castle Rivergate

The eastern wall was quickly becoming vacant of archers. Blood poured across the stone, streaming down the walls as the bloodseeker advanced. The armor of any fool insane enough to remain was dented and rended by the rapid and relentless strikes of his large blades. Any dutiful and honorable hand capable of raising a weapon against him only felt the shockwave of the the weapon shattering as Strygwyr sundered it directly. Mere humans were no match for the Twin's dog, not when he was fueled by the Flayed One's thirst in the midst of battle. The ordained beast laughed in amusement. It had been a hundred years since he had last risen to hunt, and he was eager. This was a bounty. Listening, sensing, breathing, Strygwyr felt the familiar reverberation and light of magical fire. His darkened eyes could no longer witness the green sparkle as Rinok's flames descended randomly into the courtard, but he knew. "Cursed wizard." He growled to himself softly. Magic could kill without letting blood, and this greatly displeased him. Having mages on the scene would bring an early end to his worship this day. Inclining his head to the left, over the wall, he searched for the source of the magical fire. So many barbarians were swarming the area, yet he gathered a faint scent of ash and putrid blood among them. He'd have to remember it incase he encountered it again later.
Padding vigorously forward along the now-empty eastern wall, a cacophony of screaming in the courtyard gave him pause. A great warrior had appeared, his strong heart and powerful vitae attracted Strygwyr's attention almost as much as the blinding degree of slaughter around him. Like a curious merecat, Strygwyr raised himself up to take in all the information his senses could provide. It was wonderful to behold such a good killer. Delicately he stepped to the very edge of the battlement toward the warrior, and for his carelessness in 'staring,' two arrows pierced his flesh. Ripping the bolts out of his shoulder and neck with furious growls, he ducked down and sprinted back to the courtyard. "Twice the blood shall I shed." ...and thanks to the new warrior, there was plenty.
Slashed by the giant's dual-bladed battle lance, a spearman attempted to flee, hoping to outrun such a large creature as Broding. Not four strides had he gone before Strygwyr violently crashed into him, nailing him to the ground and breaking his spine. "You feed the Flayed twins." He said as the man stopped moving. With that, Strygwyr paused, his wounds visibly closing as the human's blood flowed. He knew Broding was approaching behind him, and a shark-like grin widened under his hood.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Tyki said
"oh well. it's not like i haven't dealt with something like this before" she says with a sigh as she nibbles on a tea cake and reclines in her chair, shifting her wings a bit as she grows quiet, seemingly deep in thought

Damien let the curtains fall closed as he returned to her side. He sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that I wish I could make it easier for you, but you humans don't take well to 'differences.'" Suddenly Damien looked toward the door. Facing it, he said loudly, "Come in."

After a couple awkward seconds, the door was opened. A young man, dressed as a fighter, was there. "Greetings Sir Damien, and Milady. I have a missive for you, sir." He holds out a plain letter with a seal on it, representing the local regency. "You've been requested to assist in the next great hunt, Damien. Your... 'unique' skills are simply invaluable."

Damien shot the young man a look, then walked over and took the letter. "Thank you soldier. I understand. Please, leave us."

Battle Stations! - Castle Rivergate

In a world where magic is rare and gods often remain silent for thousands of years, miraculous events fade into the past and become legend, and legends become bedtime stories for young children. One such story warns of the folly of war and bloodshed, stating that those who kill will also be killed, rendering all for naught. Only evil itself will profit from it all, for the servants of the Flayed Twins are drawn by blood and death, appearing in the midst of great battles to finish the wounded on both sides, gaining strength with every drop spilt. Bloodrage fueling their senseless slaughter, the mythical blood hunters channel the vitae of their victims to their gods through the markings on thier armor. They are every warrior's nightmare. They are unstoppable.

No one living has ever seen a hound of the Twins.... no one still living, that is.

On this particular day, as the sun was beginning its descent from zenith, a small, red and black streak shot out from the forest along the river. The large, dog-like, clawed paws of its hind feet hardly touched the ground in its speed as it coursed directly for the front lines. Its eyes completely covered by a hood, scent alone directed the bloodseeker's blades. Age, gender, blood type, sickness, degree of fear and pain... Strygwyr could detect it all with a breath. He knew exactly who to attack, and who was next after him. His large, pointed teeth neatly meshed together in a grin, he pounced on his first victim with eager glee. "For the Twins!" He called in his particular accent as he smashed a bladed tonfa into the barbarian's back, knocking him down.

The barbarians around him were completely caught off gard. No one had been expecting an attack from the rear. Quite tribal in appearance himself, the blood hunter looked nothing like the other wildlings. He was smaller, with lighter skin, and not to even mention his hind feet being paws. Also not much for clothing, he had a thickly feathered black hood, a mantle of leather and cloth covered in markings, a loincloth, and decorative bands and bracelets of bone, feathers, and teeth. Two large blades shielded him on either side along his forearms. Death was all the armor he needed.

With a satisfied growl, he turned to the next sacrifice. Now splashed with blood, he was even stronger. A faint glow seemed to come from his eyes from underneath his hood, and he moved as if possessed. Mercilessly, he launched at the slowest of the barbarians around him. They didn't know what to do with him. He was so fast, and he cut anyone around him. One of the barbarians gasped in horror, seemingly recognizing the strange creature, and shouted something that sounded like a warning to the rest. Most of them were oblivious, too engaged in the battle with the soldiers of the fortress, dodging arrows, or trying to climb the north wall. A few, made haste to relocate themselves, muttering in confusion. As the second barbarian dropped to one knee, bleeding and loosing to his unexpected enemy, a small clearing began to develop around them. Strygwyr opened his jaws, almost panting, and stood up. Not far from him, the North gate was getting crowded. He sniffed the air deeply as a new scent filled his lungs. ...poison, blood tainted with chemicals, melting flesh... Pain. As the barbarian before him died, his heart giving out, Strygwyr left toward the source of the agony and strongest scent of blood.

He stopped before the circle of melted flesh and let out a wolfish growl. It was too late. Everything here was already dead. Still, he smiled. The blood of those who had impaled themselves on spears after going under the still-open north gate was calling to him. "So much blood." He said to himself as he flew in that direction.

Dive-rolling under the gate, Strygwyr had the advantage of surprise, which he made full use of. Starting with the weak, he began killing relentlessly. His own wounds didn't seem to stop him, nor did even a strong bash to the flank with a heavy mace do more than knock him aside before he bounced back. The beast was wild and inhuman. At first, it seemed as if he might have been some great or enchanted warrior from a rival tribe, who might have come to kill the invaders, or just happened to be at the fortress at the time of the attack, then suddenly, he ran up a set of stone stairs and began attacking infantry men as well. No, there was no discretion. He was a fury warrior gone berserk, and he was going to kill everyone.

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Barely had Jarleth begun to bandage the young werewolf's wounds when a sword plunged between them, pinning the werewolf's body to the ground through his heart. The vampire had struck the final blow, killing the creature immediately. It's crying and howling went silent as the light faded from its eyes. The vampire's large form was over top of them both now. His whole body was hard like steel, and his skin almost white. His semi-clawed hand grasped the black hilt of the sword as he withdrew it from the child's corpse. Even the air around the vampire was cold. Long, straight black hair fell forward as the red eyes tilted in Jarleth's direction. He could see the vampire's face now, and it was stoic, staring at him like an unfeeling animal.

Mithias straightened slowly. Perhaps Jarleth was next. "I belong to no coven." He said.

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

"I do not know, Martin. Perhaps vampires killed his family. I was also hellbent on killing us once, so I can understand it. Perhaps for Stein, his drive is power, or peace and an end to the eternal war... but it would all be an effort to promote his studies. Nonetheless, there is something about our father. I fear losing him would begin a great undoing of our species. We know now what we are up against, for the most part. We need to prepare ourselves for the upcoming battle. Magnus, I'm going to try to find Gabriel and get him to tell me what would make him stop running."

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

lol Sorry to make you guess, but I am not sure I want everyone knowing what I do. I will say, I do occacionally get blood on on my nice white coat.

And you owe me a post, do you not?

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Damien blinked innocently. "Well, yes. If you'll have me." He came in and closed the door behind him, setting down a small tray of tea and baked food items. He smiled at her, then walked over to her window to look out, seeing if anyone was around. "I have to admit. I'm worried for your safety, Elysia. I've had enough notoriety ever since I brought back the legendary staff of Mobius, and now I'm bringing back angels... Ahem, forgive me. I do have enemies, and now you are associated with me."

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Some time later.............

A knock is heard on Elysia's bedroom door. "Ahem... Elysia? It's Damien. I brought you some breakfast."