Wraithblade6

Dance in the Night - A Vampire Society Role Play

Is this still going? I'm trying to com up with a good place to start.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Tyki
That was really crass and racist, and not to mention a very, very old and recycled joke. Poorly played.

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"Excuse me, gentlemen." Mithias suddenly turned toward the door and took 3 swift steps before a super-hero outfitted machine-cyborg of some sort landed right in front of him outside the exit. Before Eod could even fully stand up and say his lines, he was met with a swift kick to the chest area that sent him flying. In war, a fool's first mistake is his last.

The gear-spinning and joint rotations had been audible enough for a vampire to easily notice, and after dealing with Kaminokage, Mithias would not be surprised by a lesser robotic construction. What did surprise him, was the super-hero outfit. Eod certainly had been a secret to him while he was in SOLDIER, so the vampire wasn't sure what the hell to expect. Without so much as introducing himself, Mithias pulled his guns and fired a few rounds into the crazy getup to see what kind of armor it had. He didn't see any obvious explosives, but the damn thing could still have them. "Bedivere. We're leaving."

Heavens Fall

Heavens Fall

Oh. Perhaps these tomes could be in the temple of X? We'll have the vampires and Dyleon pick them up after they decimate X's followers.

Heavens Fall

The scent of life and the pulse of beating hearts were foreign to these caves. The sounds so soft, reverberated through the surrounding earth to the ears of the dormant vampires. The strangeness awakened them, and with consciousness came hunger. Six cultists, six vampires, and six days of service they would give. Onyx wings and golden teeth they had, and the vampire sires descended over the wall and began their lustful frenzy of turning and death. Many new vampires were made and many freshly dead corpses lie in waiting for Darko's touch. As Darko left for the temple, Sekaula waved her hands over the pool, weaving her magic over the fallen, calling to the newly bitten.

The village was hers and Death's. "Poor weak and helpless X." Sekaula mocked and laughed. "Your secrets are irrelevant, for no matter what you see, in blood there will always be my power." Sekaula now had a vampire army, fed and capable to expanding itself like a plague. She grinned to herself in the darkness of hell. "Ah but my vampires drank so much blood. I too am thirsty." She reached into the blood pool, her hand passing through the bottom of the basin as if into another plane.

"Dyleon, my champion..." The dire wolf's eyes lit up as it served as a medium to the goddess.

Sekaula slowly withdrew her hand from the pool, and in it she held a still beating heart, dripping with blood. "Your offering pleases me, and I shall reward you." Truly, her champion gave her great glory and pride, and blood, and he would never truly die, since she had his heart forever. The goddess lifted Dyleon's heart in front of her lips, then slowly, delicately, she stuck out her long tongue and licked a wet trail up its side, intending what it would do to him.

"You are unmatched in my favor, werewolf. I will bless you with more blood to shed in my name. To the west, the temple of the god of secrets offends me. I will send you an army of vampires to command. Take them, and destroy the fools who do not know my wrath. I will see X punished for his arrogance."

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@Remipa Awesome
A tense moment passed, but Hank finally lowered his gun. So it seemed the vampire he'd turned wasn't a complete fool afterall, but a fool nonetheless. Mithias narrowed his eyes at Hank in all seriousness. "I turned you... you bigoted clodhopper, because I am sick of your kind, and I chose to teach you, specifically, a lesson. Who I am isn't important, but I suppose I owe it to you. I am Mithias Varomere." The name didn't seem to register with Hank, or at least he had yet to hear of the semi-famous ex-SOLDIER elite agent Varomere. Mithias honestly had no idea how he'd even react if he knew. He added, "You may want to keep that information to yourself, lest your dear SOLDIER organization find it of interest." Mithias walked around to the side Bedivere was standing. "Regardless, I'm afraid you won't be killing me, not today, Hank, but let me give you some advice before we once again part ways. Do not give SOLDIER your trust, my child. And if you want to live long enough to understand anything and become more than a misused pawn, then leave this place before tomorrow night." He looked at him with scrutiny. "You won't last an hour in your unfed condition, but SOLDIER certainly won't mind using you as cannon fodder."

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Mithias took a slow step out of the shadows to face the vampire hunter. Even though Hank was now also a vampire, Mithais still looked inhuman to him, like a wild animal with swords. Was that what he was like now too?

"I've been expecting you, Hank." Mithias spoke, keeping his eyes on his angry child. He did not raise any weapons in response, but he didn't need to. The young vampire looked strained, withered, and it was apparent that he had been struggling with his new race. Mithias was familiar with the incessant nagging of starvation and that it only made the bloodthrist more powerful. No matter how obstinate Hank was, it would eventually snap him. It would be the first of many lessons in Hank's new life.

"Excellent timing." Mithias commented as Bedivere made his presence known. The oldblood lord looked noticeably younger, and just as Mithias inadvertently took that notice, he could have sworn he saw a slight smirk from Bedivere in response. ... He continued addressing the flanked fledgling. "Behind you is Lord Bedivere of Sinews, with a blade that has tasted more blood than the three of us combined. I suggest you don't do anything stupid, or he'll kill you before I could possibly do anything about it." Mithias exhaled heavily. They were running out of time. "Drop your weapon, Hank. I'd hate to watch you die."

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lol Ok. *cracks knuckles* Let me show you how I handle this shit.

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Hank would definitely have access to donated human blood in bags while working for soldier.