Finally, a wall fell, and a great cheer sprang up from the waves of warriors as they rushed to overwhelm the inner defenses. Damien knew the time had finally come. Pulling up the device on his arm, he opened a holographic window. He grinned. Pressing a few buttons, he had to slow his hands down. This was too exciting.
At the site of the broken wall, where the casualties had been the heaviest, Damien's ork companion had placed the spell-jumper. As the necromancer weaved his magic on the small hill outside the city, the machines connected, creating a channel for energy and transposing the spell. The dead suddenly began to move. "Rise up, fallen warriors. Rise and obey." Damien's eyes glowed a soft white as the magic flowed. With his power amplified, he raised a small army of fearless, unstoppable, fresh, zombies, which began attacking and destroying from within.
A giant image of a black devil with glowing red eyes appeared above the city, pointing outward. At first Damien gasped, confused. Many orks did the same and fell to their knees or simply cowered. The illusion wouldn't stop more than a few, but it did provide a brief delay in the battle. Damien glowered and scoffed as he recognized a mere parlor trick. "They're desperate." He mused, beginning to advance himself.
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Damien pursed his lips angrily. He wanted to drive them off, for their own good, and rebuke them for their childish insolence, but he wasn't going to get his wish. There was nothing more he could do in a free country. He lifted up his goggles and put his bow across his shoulders. He should have walked off in stealth, should have vanished like a proper warrior, but instead, he felt angry, and cocky. Damien simply walked out of the forest beside them, caring not for the amount of noise he made, snapping twigs and whatnot below foot. Tall, clad in black with a bow and a blade, his long hair hanging behind him where it was tied behind his head, he certainly looked like some kind of military fanatic idiot. His dark brown eyes peered at their faces as he emerged from the brush, but his own face was completely concealed by the sash he wore. Seeing the expected reactions, he kept on walking. His motorbike was stashed not far from there.
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An arcane seal intermixed with advanced genetic manipulation to bind your soul to each individual cell? Do you know? I don't!" She laughs out loud, doing a little spin, seemingly bursting with excitement.
"Biotechnology? Hm, no I don't have a sample of the gas, but it was different than what is floating around in this room. I can smell something in the air all around us." Mithias immediately picked up on a sound from across the room, and the dark girl in red came over. The look on his face showed that he had no clue what all those big words meant, that she had been using, but she seemed harmless. He didn't move or make any threatening gestures as she came over to him, touching him, and taking his hand. "You're very brave, not knowing what I am... or perhaps you know already too well. I am Mithias, and this is Teo. Are you the one I should speak to about my vacation being ruined?"
I'll have Damien show up late. I thought I should involve Kiwani's characters. Maybe they will join Damien.
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Oh me.The 13 year old stood up,and put hiss goggles on his forehead I'm just Teo,The mad hatter cartoon logic mad scientist .And I assume you are a vampire
Mithias was quite impressed with all the information he had just gotten. "Yes. I suppose I would still call myself that. My name is Mithias, and I'm very upset about having my world devoured by the gas in this infernal black pod. I am supposed to be on vacation." He looked Teo up and down, careful to assume anything about him. "Would you know anything about it, scientist?"
The vampire girl didn't even notice the arrow had just missed her head. She got up and started running, apparently crazed. Poor girl. Damien allowed himself a curse once he was certain she was gone and not coming for him. "Fuck." He said flatly, as he put the poisoned arrow back in his quiver. Inwardly, he was grateful to have lived. Glancing around, he waited a few moments before removing himself from the tree. It was always the vampires you didn't see that killed you, or so they said. He began walking out of the woods, ever cautious, and making use of his nightvision apparatus to minimize noisy steps.
Rand had invited him to a meeting tonight. Now that he had missed his quarry, he might as well show up. Damien gave some thought to testing his fellow hunters. Perhaps he would surprise them and gauge their reactions. It might be a good lesson for the less experienced if he pretended to be a vampire. He'd better wear some kevlar for the trigger-happy noobs who would probably shoot him as their first reaction.
Damien stopped at the edge of the woods as he saw two young women. One of them was lying down by a tree and the other was standing over her. To his hunter eyes, in the middle of the night, it was extremely suspicious. He knocked an arrow and drew back as the girls eventually got up and walked closer toward him, having decided to go for a walk in the woods. With his enhanced vision, he could eventually tell they were just two kids, human kids. He was pretty certain of it.
"Don't you know young people are going missing around here?" A male voice called out clearly from somewhere in the darkness before them. Dressed all in black, like a ninja, Damien was very hard to see. "These woods aren't safe. Why don't you girls go home." He added, almost threateningly.
Rand had invited him to a meeting tonight. Now that he had missed his quarry, he might as well show up. Damien gave some thought to testing his fellow hunters. Perhaps he would surprise them and gauge their reactions. It might be a good lesson for the less experienced if he pretended to be a vampire. He'd better wear some kevlar for the trigger-happy noobs who would probably shoot him as their first reaction.
Damien stopped at the edge of the woods as he saw two young women. One of them was lying down by a tree and the other was standing over her. To his hunter eyes, in the middle of the night, it was extremely suspicious. He knocked an arrow and drew back as the girls eventually got up and walked closer toward him, having decided to go for a walk in the woods. With his enhanced vision, he could eventually tell they were just two kids, human kids. He was pretty certain of it.
"Don't you know young people are going missing around here?" A male voice called out clearly from somewhere in the darkness before them. Dressed all in black, like a ninja, Damien was very hard to see. "These woods aren't safe. Why don't you girls go home." He added, almost threateningly.
The priestess' speed was surprising as she managed not to die moment after moment. Like an animal, Strygwyr followed up relentlessly, living in the present at every second, yet she seemed to preempt each movement. Her gods and her magic were helping her a great deal. He'd have to put an end to that. He gasped as she hit him with a spell that sent him flying back almost as far as Broding could throw him. Clutching his stomach, he steadied himself. Pain slowed him, detracting from the benefits of the wounded around him.
He was recovering quickly, but he couldn't let that keep happening. Looking up, he saw Shrekia waving her hands in preparation of another spell. "Oh no." He said, refusing to allow whatever she was planning. Then, interrupting her, he stomped his foot in her direction, letting out something between a roar and a bark that was actually a spell of his own. Although it didn't hurt, initially, Shreika felt her adrenalin suddenly release. She became suddenly stronger, faster, wild, like an animal, and crazed with a bloodthirst that was so intense she couldn't even speak. Overwhelming raw physical power filled her body, distracting her. It would drain her energy the longer it lasted, but for the moment, she felt like she was a monster and could simply eat anyone.
Strygwyr stood back a moment to watch the spell's affects, laughing softly as a trickle of his own blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He often used the spell on himself to completely overwhelm his foes. On him, it was godly power, but when used on a typically weak caster, the power amplification wasn't much of a threat. The silence however, was debilitating.
Lord Polvark had dropped his weapons and ordered a surrender. Strygwyr frowned as he realized the battle would soon be over. He himself wasn't a one man army, and without war, there was no reason for him to remain present. The Gutra had promised a warrior's mercy to Polvark and his men, which meant that they would be slaughtered by the barbarians. It was going to be a bloodletting that a hound of the flayed ones wasn't expected to be involved in. He didn't need the entire barbarian army turning on him, but he'd at least kill this priestess before he left.
Although his sides ached from the blast he had taken, the bloodseeker moved forward with a slight limp. "And now, you know my thirst, priestess."
He was recovering quickly, but he couldn't let that keep happening. Looking up, he saw Shrekia waving her hands in preparation of another spell. "Oh no." He said, refusing to allow whatever she was planning. Then, interrupting her, he stomped his foot in her direction, letting out something between a roar and a bark that was actually a spell of his own. Although it didn't hurt, initially, Shreika felt her adrenalin suddenly release. She became suddenly stronger, faster, wild, like an animal, and crazed with a bloodthirst that was so intense she couldn't even speak. Overwhelming raw physical power filled her body, distracting her. It would drain her energy the longer it lasted, but for the moment, she felt like she was a monster and could simply eat anyone.
Strygwyr stood back a moment to watch the spell's affects, laughing softly as a trickle of his own blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He often used the spell on himself to completely overwhelm his foes. On him, it was godly power, but when used on a typically weak caster, the power amplification wasn't much of a threat. The silence however, was debilitating.
Lord Polvark had dropped his weapons and ordered a surrender. Strygwyr frowned as he realized the battle would soon be over. He himself wasn't a one man army, and without war, there was no reason for him to remain present. The Gutra had promised a warrior's mercy to Polvark and his men, which meant that they would be slaughtered by the barbarians. It was going to be a bloodletting that a hound of the flayed ones wasn't expected to be involved in. He didn't need the entire barbarian army turning on him, but he'd at least kill this priestess before he left.
Although his sides ached from the blast he had taken, the bloodseeker moved forward with a slight limp. "And now, you know my thirst, priestess."
We'll see how fast he regenerates.
Through night-vision goggles, a man clad in a black, form-fitting, cloth-armor uniform watched the writhing, screaming young vampire from his perch high in a wolf tree. His face was completely covered in a black sash, leaving only his eyes exposed. His long, black hair tied out of the way, he reached with fingerless black gloves to the quiver on his back. The girl was prone, crazed with the pain of her condition. Damien gave thanks that she would not suffer the curse of bloodthirst long.
It wasn't that difficult, really, to know what was going on. The vampires had simply come to the wrong town. Colver was home to two longstanding hunter families, and there was no delay in their picking up on the pattern of disappearances. They didn't hunt just the supernatural, of course, and when the bodies of small mammals, pets, and even deer began turning up in the woods, mutilated, but not eaten... The reason was clear. The new fledglings were struggling with survival, trying not to feed on their own kind.
Damien's father had been a good one, they say, who's uniquely keen senses kept him alive long enough for his name to be remembered. Perhaps that was why he kept going out there, feeling needed, feeling like it wasn't fair that he had always survived when others hadn't. Damien wasn't old enough to have recognized him, on the day he didn't come home, but always and ever afterward, his father had been his hero.
Damien narrowed his eyes as he drew back the bow, his heart hardening to the humanistic appearance of the crying vampire. He heard her say the name, which sounded like Dexter, and he paused. He didn't know why he paused. He didn't really think about it. He'd killed vampires before, and each time, as swiftly as possible, as if his life depended on it, and of course it always did. They weren't human any longer, but even moreso, they were suffering animals. He delt mercy to them, and to all they would have also turned or fed upon as the years went by. That was why it had to be done. There was never any regret and never any glory. The stylized twin snakes on the shaft of his unnamed black bow faced the girl, and soundlessly, the poisoned arrow loosed.
Poisoned you say? Yes. Vampire hunters as a group were not recognized or funded publicly, for obvious reasons, but thankfully, what was cheap, worked. Even vampires, and other supernaturals still had to live and function in a world bound by at least a few laws of physics. No force of will alone could prevent a bomb from exploding or force cyanide to release its bind with hemoglobin. Vampires wouldn't die, but they did become temporarily paralyzed. It was long enough to walk up and slaughter them with a blade, which was Damien's preferred method. A kill was so gratifying after all the prepwork it took. Modern hunters had to spend hours listening to the police radio, tapping 911, patrolling, and not to mention illegally stocking and using weapons and chemcals for explosives. It was important to avoid the attention of the general public law enforcement. There was also a huge amount of physical and mental training. Stealth was just as important as strength, and knowing how to fight hand-to-hand always paid off one way or another.
With a puff of wind, the bolt sank into the dirt right next to Margaret's head.
Damien froze. With any luck, she wouldn't know what had happened, wouldn't know to follow the tail of that arrow, and wouldn't be able to find him. His scent purged and masked, the human hunter kept perfectly still, his eyes on her. Slowly, he measured his breaths, keeping himself calm as he was trained. They said elder vampires could hear heartbeats. He didn't need his racing just because he missed. Intently, he watched her every move. Slowly, he began reaching for the next arrow.
It wasn't that difficult, really, to know what was going on. The vampires had simply come to the wrong town. Colver was home to two longstanding hunter families, and there was no delay in their picking up on the pattern of disappearances. They didn't hunt just the supernatural, of course, and when the bodies of small mammals, pets, and even deer began turning up in the woods, mutilated, but not eaten... The reason was clear. The new fledglings were struggling with survival, trying not to feed on their own kind.
Damien's father had been a good one, they say, who's uniquely keen senses kept him alive long enough for his name to be remembered. Perhaps that was why he kept going out there, feeling needed, feeling like it wasn't fair that he had always survived when others hadn't. Damien wasn't old enough to have recognized him, on the day he didn't come home, but always and ever afterward, his father had been his hero.
Damien narrowed his eyes as he drew back the bow, his heart hardening to the humanistic appearance of the crying vampire. He heard her say the name, which sounded like Dexter, and he paused. He didn't know why he paused. He didn't really think about it. He'd killed vampires before, and each time, as swiftly as possible, as if his life depended on it, and of course it always did. They weren't human any longer, but even moreso, they were suffering animals. He delt mercy to them, and to all they would have also turned or fed upon as the years went by. That was why it had to be done. There was never any regret and never any glory. The stylized twin snakes on the shaft of his unnamed black bow faced the girl, and soundlessly, the poisoned arrow loosed.
Poisoned you say? Yes. Vampire hunters as a group were not recognized or funded publicly, for obvious reasons, but thankfully, what was cheap, worked. Even vampires, and other supernaturals still had to live and function in a world bound by at least a few laws of physics. No force of will alone could prevent a bomb from exploding or force cyanide to release its bind with hemoglobin. Vampires wouldn't die, but they did become temporarily paralyzed. It was long enough to walk up and slaughter them with a blade, which was Damien's preferred method. A kill was so gratifying after all the prepwork it took. Modern hunters had to spend hours listening to the police radio, tapping 911, patrolling, and not to mention illegally stocking and using weapons and chemcals for explosives. It was important to avoid the attention of the general public law enforcement. There was also a huge amount of physical and mental training. Stealth was just as important as strength, and knowing how to fight hand-to-hand always paid off one way or another.
With a puff of wind, the bolt sank into the dirt right next to Margaret's head.
Damien froze. With any luck, she wouldn't know what had happened, wouldn't know to follow the tail of that arrow, and wouldn't be able to find him. His scent purged and masked, the human hunter kept perfectly still, his eyes on her. Slowly, he measured his breaths, keeping himself calm as he was trained. They said elder vampires could hear heartbeats. He didn't need his racing just because he missed. Intently, he watched her every move. Slowly, he began reaching for the next arrow.
I should post tomorrow.
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