Wraithblade6

The path

Lyn walks over to the onyx sword and carefully wraps it in a silvery white cloth, picking it up. "Careful not to touch it..." he mutters to himself with narrowed eyes as he binds it in some twine. "There. Now I need to get to the ancient library of Pern to see if there's any report on it." He stood up and look at the others. Suddenly Lyn stopped moving and talking, a trickle of ash floating in front of his face. "What is that? Ash?" Quickly he checked the wind direction and sniffed the air. "Is there a forest fire upwind?" The elf gasped as his feet left the ground, along with a few trees, and they all began floating in the air. He shook the wrapped sword. "What magic is this? By the goddess, you stop this nonsense vile sword!"

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

We got any hunters? I might be interested in having met one already.

Disappearances (Supernatural RP)

Ice could post.

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

Name: Mithias Varomere

Species: vamp

Bio: Mithias was born in Whales in 1298. He was surrendered to an orphanage and raised with other boys for knighthood. The Templars were declining and were a mere two decades away from the inquisition. Mithias had been a witch hunter, a vampire hunter, at such a time. It was an esoteric sect of the knighthood, but all that was so long ago. He was killed and turned by an extremely powerful vampire that he had been after for some time. The chase had been futile, as there was no way any single human could have stood a chance, but the vampire had seen something he liked in Mithias.

Initially, the fledgling ranted and raved and swore vengeance, but time dulled his rage. His every attempt to find and contend with his maker ended in failure. He gave up. He started killing other vampires for a while, but then, spent 100 years hanging on the wall of an underground cave. You can guess who put him there. It's now been 300 years since Mithias has had any evidence that his maker even still exists. Perhaps the ancient fiend found some way to kill himself.

Mithias believes he is now on his own. He generally tries to aid humans against the forces of the supernatural, but he no longer actively hunts his own kind. He is curious about them. Mithias is interested in what keeps a being going on and on with life century after century. He is not even certain why he himself still lingers on.

Personality: Quiet, disciplined, fatalistic, boringly consistent. Mithias looks at the world in contrast to the void, searching for the meaning of existence. He finds solace in nature and loves to travel long distances.

Appearance:


Powers (vamps only, max of 2 other than the default super speed and super strength, and a rating 1-10):
speed 9
strength 6
impenetrable mind 10
pyrokinesis 4

Age: 500-ish
Other: Mithias spent an impossible amount of time honing his mental defenses, due to his maker having had extremely good mind control. He can't be mentally or emotionally manipulated. He sees through illusions, and he can shut out telepathy if he wishes. His strength is decent, but he is not a powerhouse. It is his speed that is excellent. He has actually parried a bullet out of the air.

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

Interested. Might make a sheet tonight.

The path

Lyn looked around at everyone who all seemed to have miraculously arrived at the same point int he forest completely by chance. he knelt by Shiro, because he was the most injured, other than himself. Lyn didn't find anything odd about the canid ears. Most of his race were adept druids, able to shift into animal forms frequently. It was a sign of their deep bond with nature. "Everyone, we've just been attacked by the risen undead, and I think the one holding this black sword was their champion." Lyn nodded over to it. "Please stay away from that weapon. I am absolutely certain it is enchanted." The blue-haired elf started unraveling a cloth from his bags. "This cloth has been blessed by the moon goddess herself. I will rap the evil sword in it. it should contain whatever spells are upon it."

Escaping the Underworld

I like this. I may join.

The path

Thankful for his elven reflexes, Lyn dodged just enough to only have his skull scratched, but the blood flowing from the wound obscured his vision. "Elune-ara!" He said, as he stumbled backwards, holding his arms up defensively, expecting to be hacked to pieces. But such wounds never came. Lyn blinked, barely able to see the corpse crash to the ground very close to him. The dog-eared person he had been healing was up, somewhat, leaning on his own sword.

Coming over to the other injured man, Lyn placed a hand on him, promoting his recovery once again. His own wounds also began to clot and close, the pain resolving slowly into a soft ache. The elf looked around, seeing the ornate blade nearby.

"Necromancy....disgusting.......freaks of nature." Kothar hissed.

"I agree. An evil art taught to this world untold ages ago by demons." The elf added. "This wicked magic still lingers like a curse." From a safe distance, he narrowed his eyes, taking a good look at the black blade. "Hmm... from where did this come?"

Disappearances (Supernatural RP)

Dexter had gone after Rand. Zzyx had gone after Mason, and now Nixon had gone after Marcus. Damien's mind raced as he tried to identify who to save first. He drew back and aimed at Dexter first, who was swiftly moving towards Rand, then shifted his target to Zzyx, who seemed to be stopped in front of the white-haired Mason, then back to Dexter, then over to Nixon. Damien gritted his teeth in frustration. His hesitation and indecision were going to get all of his friends killed. Perhaps he was so flightly because of Jess' sudden disappearance, for which he still had no answer. None of the enemy appeared to have seen him yet, so he still had the advantage, but he was going to have to act fast.

"Marcus, on your 6!"

Damien heard it on his comm-link, and he focused on Nixon. This vampire seemed to be the most powerful and most dangerous, having killed one of the other vampires already, and apparently with the ability to blink location. However, he was already injured. Mason might have a chance at him because of that, and Damien wasn't sure he was going to get a good shot due to the vampire's speed. He'd have to wait until he was standing still to fire. Dexter, on the other hand, was on the move. ...a steady pace, like a deer... before he could get to Rand, Damien shot him in the back. Quickly readying another arrow, Damien watched to make sure the poison would take affect. He remembered the shifters being highly resistant for some reason. ...fuckit. Damien shot him a second time.

Disappearances (Supernatural RP)

Mithias bit cruelly into Nixon and the blood filled his mouth. But, rather than the flow ebbing as his enemy lost pressure, the pulse continued. As the moment dragged on, terrifying confusion set in; Nixon wasn't supposed to keep standing. With unexpected strength, Nixon ripped Mithias from himself and smashed his fist across his jaw, sending him sprawling, disoriented. In addition to having his head rocked, the power in Nixon's blood was also intoxicating. Mithias fell backward.

He roared as Nixon impaled his limbs, one by one, holding him down sadistically in the process, but there was no stopping him. Mithias breathed heavily as the pain coursed through him, growling, struggling to stifle his cries, and all the while unable to fathom the sheer magnitude of this vampire's power. His stealth attack had been perfect. He should have killed Nixon with minimal suffering, but he failed. Now, his life was forefit. As Nixon's spear came down into his chest, it brought with it a lethal despair. This was it. Final death. And at that moment, when Mithias believed he was a gonner, he lamented that he would no longer be able to haunt and protect his mortal son, nor see his descendent family as the years went by. Death would at last take him, and his heart begged that oblivion would be merciful.

Intense pain shot through him as his body reacted to a potentially vital injury... but his heart was intact. When his scream faded, Nixon began his brief tale. By the end of it, being recovered enough to speak was an impressive feat. Mithias was clearly stronger than most vampires his age.

"You know what? Do you want to help me murder these hunters then we can kill each other or something? I just like having one fight at a time ya know?"

The threat to his child stirred a fatherly rage that Mithias simply could not hide. He picked his head up with a fanged grimace, looking directly at Noxon with his glowing red eyes. "Don't you dare touch them!" Mithias threatened from the floor. Already he had given Nixon too much information by his protective reaction. Mithias cursed himself and laid his head back down, struggling to free one of his arms. He growled deeply with the effort.

Bullets started flying. Rand had fired at Dexter, and Mason slid down onto the roof pistols blazing. Mithias was fairly in the clear, pinned to the floor.

Damien, Like Marcus, had taken up a watchful position. Unfortunately, his vision was partly obscured to Nixon and the other vampire, but he could see his fellows and Dexter. Damien knocked an arrow to paralyze whenever necessary.