I'm getting Grey to post. He had a hangup.
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STATUS: I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives. 6 yrs ago
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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The fires of hell did not kill me.
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No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
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God told me, I've already got the life.....
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I haven't seen @grombus in a while.
Sure. Come on over.
The servants bustled about the hall and nearby rooms, cleaning up. They eyed Martin with suspicion. After all, the human was wearing one of their uniforms, yet they couldn't tell who he was. The human would be considered Mithias' responsibility, for the moment.
Mithias ignored the servant vampires. They were slaves, tragically bound to Bedivere's will. That was the sad fact about Bedivere's line. No matter who he turned, they lost their individuality. Despite the size of Bedivere's family, the old vampire was alone. "I am flattered, human, but you vastly overestimate my capability." Mithias shifted his weight onto one leg as he kept an eye on Martin who he scurried cautiously to the side of the vampire that was away from the exit, where any gunfire might come from. "Within this castle, this very night, the future of vampire-human relations is being decided upon by the elders. We may go to war. If so, Contagion will be returned to its master and certainly used against your kind. If not, it may be sealed away, and its master hunted down." Mithias looked at Martin for a moment, trying to read how much the strange human cared about the matter. He inhaled and sighed heavily. "But I can already tell you. There will be no war. The rebel leader is weak. He doesn't know what he is doing, and very few of the oldbloods still have the mental capacity to work together. Most of them are looking forward to an end to their meaningless existence and would enjoy a good bloodbath amongst themselves before they go." His eyes seemed to unfocus reflectively as he looked back toward the meeting room. Perhaps he was saddened by this. "Even if I could get you Contagion, human, for whoever it is you work for, I am not so interested in your Exile Stone as I am in tracking down the Purge assassin, Kaminokage, and putting an end to the creation of others like him. Now..." Mithias' eyes moved to Martin's cellphone intentionally, then back to his face. "It would be a shame to destroy such a valuable, historical building as Castle Carfax. I would very much like to preserve it." Truly, Mithias wasn't so worried as he implied. It had only been an image of his father sitting in Bedivere's seat, with the real Gabriel still anonymous to even Mithias. Bedivere would likely be able to escape any attack due to the pools of water that were kept connecting each of his properties.
Mithias ignored the servant vampires. They were slaves, tragically bound to Bedivere's will. That was the sad fact about Bedivere's line. No matter who he turned, they lost their individuality. Despite the size of Bedivere's family, the old vampire was alone. "I am flattered, human, but you vastly overestimate my capability." Mithias shifted his weight onto one leg as he kept an eye on Martin who he scurried cautiously to the side of the vampire that was away from the exit, where any gunfire might come from. "Within this castle, this very night, the future of vampire-human relations is being decided upon by the elders. We may go to war. If so, Contagion will be returned to its master and certainly used against your kind. If not, it may be sealed away, and its master hunted down." Mithias looked at Martin for a moment, trying to read how much the strange human cared about the matter. He inhaled and sighed heavily. "But I can already tell you. There will be no war. The rebel leader is weak. He doesn't know what he is doing, and very few of the oldbloods still have the mental capacity to work together. Most of them are looking forward to an end to their meaningless existence and would enjoy a good bloodbath amongst themselves before they go." His eyes seemed to unfocus reflectively as he looked back toward the meeting room. Perhaps he was saddened by this. "Even if I could get you Contagion, human, for whoever it is you work for, I am not so interested in your Exile Stone as I am in tracking down the Purge assassin, Kaminokage, and putting an end to the creation of others like him. Now..." Mithias' eyes moved to Martin's cellphone intentionally, then back to his face. "It would be a shame to destroy such a valuable, historical building as Castle Carfax. I would very much like to preserve it." Truly, Mithias wasn't so worried as he implied. It had only been an image of his father sitting in Bedivere's seat, with the real Gabriel still anonymous to even Mithias. Bedivere would likely be able to escape any attack due to the pools of water that were kept connecting each of his properties.
I don't think it's right to kill off characters or take them over. I'm going to just say that the characters that are no longer active just sort of "walked away."
I need everyone who wants to continue this story to take on the personal responsibility of adding to it in the IC. In other words, I need you to "do shit." Try to write something that you know is going to give other players something to react to. Cause a problem, light a fire, be dramatic, get pissed. Don't only write reactive posts, but write things that make people want to get involved. You know what I mean? Create a plan, an agenda. What does your character want to accomplish? Which other characters do you think are interesting enough to get the attention of?
Go do stuff.
I need everyone who wants to continue this story to take on the personal responsibility of adding to it in the IC. In other words, I need you to "do shit." Try to write something that you know is going to give other players something to react to. Cause a problem, light a fire, be dramatic, get pissed. Don't only write reactive posts, but write things that make people want to get involved. You know what I mean? Create a plan, an agenda. What does your character want to accomplish? Which other characters do you think are interesting enough to get the attention of?
Go do stuff.
... Well shit Shikaru.
I see that we still have a lot of people in this. I want to keep it going for you guys. I'm hoping Shik and Wiz can get back to it one day. If you want to chat with me, I'm on steam under the same name I have here. I'll see what I can do about environment and plot.
I see that we still have a lot of people in this. I want to keep it going for you guys. I'm hoping Shik and Wiz can get back to it one day. If you want to chat with me, I'm on steam under the same name I have here. I'll see what I can do about environment and plot.
The black figure charged out of the city under the cover of night. Only a vampire's senses could have followed it. Up into the mountains it went, swiftly, leaping occasionally from ledge to ledge until it came the backside of a gorge. At the top, in the midst of trees could be seen a small mansion. It wasn't far from the city, but this was its back entrance, halfway down the ravine, behind a waterfall.
The black figure finally slowed down enough to see what it was, and it stopped in front of a small cave behind the falling water. The moonlight made a mystical rainbow in the mist of the waterfall in the night air. The figure had on a long back jacket, boots, long, beautiful shining hair, and two sword blades sticking out from under the coat. In it's white hand, it beheld its stolen treasure, gazing at it with a slow breath, as if it were almost afraid of the box. What was inside?
Suddenly the vampire spun around, covering the box and glancing frantically around as if it had heard someone. "So powerful... even in death your spirit lives." He moved off into the cave, where there was a hidden, metal door.
The door closed with a dull echo, and the vampire thief was for the moment, gone.
The black figure finally slowed down enough to see what it was, and it stopped in front of a small cave behind the falling water. The moonlight made a mystical rainbow in the mist of the waterfall in the night air. The figure had on a long back jacket, boots, long, beautiful shining hair, and two sword blades sticking out from under the coat. In it's white hand, it beheld its stolen treasure, gazing at it with a slow breath, as if it were almost afraid of the box. What was inside?
Suddenly the vampire spun around, covering the box and glancing frantically around as if it had heard someone. "So powerful... even in death your spirit lives." He moved off into the cave, where there was a hidden, metal door.
The door closed with a dull echo, and the vampire thief was for the moment, gone.
Blackness. Blackness, blackness...
A pause of time, undetermined amount.
The leathery sound of wings, a burst of air and a soft thud of something landing.
Two red slits of light pierce the blackness. Nothing else is visible. A soft breeze blows, a long purple, ethereal sword grows into existence in the being's right hand, glowing softly in undulations like flames.
The sound of wind occurs again, a short distance away, as the red eyes remain motionless. The softer sound of feathers occurs in a multiple bursts like a landing bird. Blue eyes glow, illuminating beautiful white locks beside them as the other being faces the first. A white sword lights up out of nowhere, making the two opponents visible as it is lifted straight up in a formal salute.
The purple ghostly blade lifts up in a mirror salute to the blue-eyed being. Mithias is now clearly the one, demonic in form. "Hope." He says.
"Love." Says the armored angel, Elcipse.
They both smile.... and clash blades.
A pause of time, undetermined amount.
The leathery sound of wings, a burst of air and a soft thud of something landing.
Two red slits of light pierce the blackness. Nothing else is visible. A soft breeze blows, a long purple, ethereal sword grows into existence in the being's right hand, glowing softly in undulations like flames.
The sound of wind occurs again, a short distance away, as the red eyes remain motionless. The softer sound of feathers occurs in a multiple bursts like a landing bird. Blue eyes glow, illuminating beautiful white locks beside them as the other being faces the first. A white sword lights up out of nowhere, making the two opponents visible as it is lifted straight up in a formal salute.
The purple ghostly blade lifts up in a mirror salute to the blue-eyed being. Mithias is now clearly the one, demonic in form. "Hope." He says.
"Love." Says the armored angel, Elcipse.
They both smile.... and clash blades.
The knightly vampire with the long black hair was close now, as close as another human might have gotten to Martin in a casual conversation. An unnerving coolness encircled the vampire, and the air around him felt similar to the chill of putting a bare hand near snow. Mithias took note of the human's strange disregard for his own safety, his enthusiasm for conversation, as if the value of what he had to say would protect him from sudden dispatch. The lad seemed content, as if dying really wouldn't set him back any, and that he was glad to finally get a chance to make his offer. Martin's comfort around Mithias seemed to neglect that fact that they weren't brothers, and for the moment, Mithias also neglected that fact.
More sounds from the stone halls disturbed the acute senses of the vampire. A flicker of light, heat, the growing scent of smoke also deserved attention. Bedivere was going to be furious. Several vampire servants swiftly moved into the hall to try to deal with the problem before Bedivere had them cut off their own heads. Mithias decided it was time to step in. With a glance toward the disturbance, he said to Martin, "No, but you have some audacity attempting to take that blade. It would likely kill you as soon as you touched it. Now, come with me. You can tell me who's thrall you are and about the Exile Stone while I deal with the other intruder." Mithias began walking down the hall, expecting Martin to follow.
The two got closer to the scene of the crime in time to have completely missed all the action. Some vampires were dead, and a serious fire had been started. Mithias reached out his hands toward the flames and calmed them. He passed through the hall slowly, one flame at a time, putting them all out. Servants were scrambling with water and fire extinguishers. Hank's pack was found, what remained of it. Mithias tilted his head and continued outside where he could see some dude running off. The thought to pursue him crossed the young vampire's mind, but he still had Martin to deal with.
More sounds from the stone halls disturbed the acute senses of the vampire. A flicker of light, heat, the growing scent of smoke also deserved attention. Bedivere was going to be furious. Several vampire servants swiftly moved into the hall to try to deal with the problem before Bedivere had them cut off their own heads. Mithias decided it was time to step in. With a glance toward the disturbance, he said to Martin, "No, but you have some audacity attempting to take that blade. It would likely kill you as soon as you touched it. Now, come with me. You can tell me who's thrall you are and about the Exile Stone while I deal with the other intruder." Mithias began walking down the hall, expecting Martin to follow.
The two got closer to the scene of the crime in time to have completely missed all the action. Some vampires were dead, and a serious fire had been started. Mithias reached out his hands toward the flames and calmed them. He passed through the hall slowly, one flame at a time, putting them all out. Servants were scrambling with water and fire extinguishers. Hank's pack was found, what remained of it. Mithias tilted his head and continued outside where he could see some dude running off. The thought to pursue him crossed the young vampire's mind, but he still had Martin to deal with.
I should be able to get a post up tonight.
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