Wraithblade6 Member
Interrogator Chaplain
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.
9 yrs ago
No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
9 yrs ago
Too tired to post.
9 yrs ago
God told me, I've already got the life.....
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@Eviledd1984
Mithias didn't care much for Michael's attire. It was something a human-hating psychopath would wear, a youth, or a devil. He kept his eyes on him as he moved around. His opponent seemed curious, or scared.
"I'm not here to kill you." Mithias said, which was honest. In truth, he didn't believe vampires should ever die, because it was such a tragedy to lose an immortal life. Mithias was tall, strong, confidant, and spoke evenly. "But you and I will both die if we do not stop your master. He's made himself some powerful enemies."
Mithias didn't care much for Michael's attire. It was something a human-hating psychopath would wear, a youth, or a devil. He kept his eyes on him as he moved around. His opponent seemed curious, or scared.
"I'm not here to kill you." Mithias said, which was honest. In truth, he didn't believe vampires should ever die, because it was such a tragedy to lose an immortal life. Mithias was tall, strong, confidant, and spoke evenly. "But you and I will both die if we do not stop your master. He's made himself some powerful enemies."
@thewizardguy you have been requested to post for Australia, your knight's move.
@Eviledd1984
Mithias turned around slowly. He didn't hear a lot of German outside of the country and wondered briefly if the vampire that had managed to sneak up behind him knew him from the past. Vivid golden eyes glared like lights at the other vampire from between a black sash over his nose and mouth and the rim of a black hat. "Guten Abend." He replied.
Motionless as a tree Mithias scanned his opponent for any signs of aggression: his weapons, facial expression, everything. It was a young looking blonde vampire. He must've been turned as a boy. One of Dracula's line, but Mithias had no idea how thick or thin the blood ran from the source. With his high-tech swords at his sides, Mithias did not yet reach for them. Instead, he continued the conversation in English, remaining ready to draw and fight with razor-edge notice. "So you've discovered me. Are you sure it's wise to engage me by yourself?"
Mithias turned around slowly. He didn't hear a lot of German outside of the country and wondered briefly if the vampire that had managed to sneak up behind him knew him from the past. Vivid golden eyes glared like lights at the other vampire from between a black sash over his nose and mouth and the rim of a black hat. "Guten Abend." He replied.
Motionless as a tree Mithias scanned his opponent for any signs of aggression: his weapons, facial expression, everything. It was a young looking blonde vampire. He must've been turned as a boy. One of Dracula's line, but Mithias had no idea how thick or thin the blood ran from the source. With his high-tech swords at his sides, Mithias did not yet reach for them. Instead, he continued the conversation in English, remaining ready to draw and fight with razor-edge notice. "So you've discovered me. Are you sure it's wise to engage me by yourself?"
@supertinyking
The fear and the feeling of being human began to fade once the sight of the holy flaming arm was covered. Mithias stood in front of the robots who watched him using some kind of AI of their own. But even as his power returned, so also did Mithias become aware of a sensation of pain in his chest. It was like the wound was still open, heart torn and bleeding. In fact, it was a discomfort that radiated through his whole body, prevading everywhere, knawing at him persistently in a mocking fashion as if taunting him to let it change him. The holy radiance he'd endured only a moment ago had been much kinder than this. Mithias covered a hand over his chest. Trying to ignore it was aggrivating.
"Captain," Mithias said with a bit of a fangy grimmance. "Suicide is definitely not an option, so I am in, for whatever plan you might have, but beware, we only have 5 more days to prepare after today. Then, Alucard will send his mutant forces to swarm Arcadia and hell knows what will become of me. Ah, did you say you had more blood?" Mithias could tell by scent that the blood had come from the comatose servitors. "Let me feed from them. It will not turn them, and I will not kill them. I have to do something to quell this fire in my veins."
Martin's speach and demeanor were odd, but Mithias was used to things that are odd. After slaking his thirst, one way or another, he was still harassed by the pain, but remained determined to act in spite of it. He wondered sadly if Tsukune had endured the same and how long he had held out before he died.
Mithias took a seat on one of the counters. "You and your ship have great capability, sir, but you and I won't be able to take on Alucard ourselves. We need to bring together as many of the other factions as we can, while we still can. I don't know what kind of technology, or biology Alucard is using, but I think the Imperium of Man might. Maybe they can help you replicate it or something that would be stronger against it." Mithias looked solemn, reluctant. "We need to go to them. Also, they need to know what happened in the Atlantic and hear my report. Your knowledge and understanding will be critical, my friend. We shoudl get moving."
The fear and the feeling of being human began to fade once the sight of the holy flaming arm was covered. Mithias stood in front of the robots who watched him using some kind of AI of their own. But even as his power returned, so also did Mithias become aware of a sensation of pain in his chest. It was like the wound was still open, heart torn and bleeding. In fact, it was a discomfort that radiated through his whole body, prevading everywhere, knawing at him persistently in a mocking fashion as if taunting him to let it change him. The holy radiance he'd endured only a moment ago had been much kinder than this. Mithias covered a hand over his chest. Trying to ignore it was aggrivating.
"Captain," Mithias said with a bit of a fangy grimmance. "Suicide is definitely not an option, so I am in, for whatever plan you might have, but beware, we only have 5 more days to prepare after today. Then, Alucard will send his mutant forces to swarm Arcadia and hell knows what will become of me. Ah, did you say you had more blood?" Mithias could tell by scent that the blood had come from the comatose servitors. "Let me feed from them. It will not turn them, and I will not kill them. I have to do something to quell this fire in my veins."
Martin's speach and demeanor were odd, but Mithias was used to things that are odd. After slaking his thirst, one way or another, he was still harassed by the pain, but remained determined to act in spite of it. He wondered sadly if Tsukune had endured the same and how long he had held out before he died.
Mithias took a seat on one of the counters. "You and your ship have great capability, sir, but you and I won't be able to take on Alucard ourselves. We need to bring together as many of the other factions as we can, while we still can. I don't know what kind of technology, or biology Alucard is using, but I think the Imperium of Man might. Maybe they can help you replicate it or something that would be stronger against it." Mithias looked solemn, reluctant. "We need to go to them. Also, they need to know what happened in the Atlantic and hear my report. Your knowledge and understanding will be critical, my friend. We shoudl get moving."
@Gentlemanvaultboy Well, Damien can cast Energy Drain without a scroll. It will severely weaken any foe. Perhaps Ozo should take it, since he may not be the best at fighting.
I think we are all kinda over in the multiverse rp at the moment.
@thewizardguy@Gentlemanvaultboy@supertinyking
By the end of the first day, Damien, was getting tired. They had walked a long while, and although he was a powerful magic user, Damien was also, human. Looking to be barely into his 20's, the human didn't have years of adventuring yet under his belt. He sat down at the campsite and didn't say much, but truly, he was grateful for Ozo's cooking. He would have liked to have asked about this Arthur that Firebrand grumbled over, but passed for a later time. He ate well and thanked the strange creature that was Ozo, then, under the watch of a demon, a fishman, and a soul-devouring wraith, and possibly the lord of hell, Damien slept.
The second day, Damien made no complaints, but forced himself up and to become mobile again, after taking care of his basic needs. He approached his allies with the 5 vellums that Firebrand had given him, he looked like he was trying to hide his anxiety over what he was about to do.
"My lord Firebrand. Ozo, the fish... It is with great trust and faith in my dark lord below that I have decided to share my magic with you through these scrolls." Damien swallowed. Trust was something fairly difficult for him. He withdrew the set of scrolls out of his robes. "The spells that I have inscribed here, are some of the most powerful, most evil magics I know. You must not open any one of these, unless you are prepared to unleash death itself. ... Make no mistake about your intent. As I hand them to you, I am trusting you both with my life."
Each of the scrolls, he pointed out to them, for they were each a different spell. His allies would have to chose which they wanted to carry.
Spell scrolls:
energy drain http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Energy_Drain_(Spell)
finger of death http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Finger_of_Death
eyebite http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Eyebite
blind http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Blindness/Deafness
ghoul touch http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Ghoul_Touch
Later, the group ran into the tall, silver knight. Damien was hit hard by the chaotic emotional aura and was in essence crippled. Still, he walked, confused, angry, despairing, and laughing, he walked on to keep up with the others, his eyes wet with ridiculous tears. But oh he knew something was affecting him, and god save it if he ever found out what. He didn't give a care what the knight said about mortals and their "false gods," Damien was pissed... and sad... and pissed again....
The best he could manage was to stay as silent as possible, trying to contain the outbursts that rose up and threatened to move his tongue. he clutched his unholy symbol and concentrated on fearing his god. Hopefully, Firebrand or Ozo could negotiate with this aggravating presence.
By the end of the first day, Damien, was getting tired. They had walked a long while, and although he was a powerful magic user, Damien was also, human. Looking to be barely into his 20's, the human didn't have years of adventuring yet under his belt. He sat down at the campsite and didn't say much, but truly, he was grateful for Ozo's cooking. He would have liked to have asked about this Arthur that Firebrand grumbled over, but passed for a later time. He ate well and thanked the strange creature that was Ozo, then, under the watch of a demon, a fishman, and a soul-devouring wraith, and possibly the lord of hell, Damien slept.
The second day, Damien made no complaints, but forced himself up and to become mobile again, after taking care of his basic needs. He approached his allies with the 5 vellums that Firebrand had given him, he looked like he was trying to hide his anxiety over what he was about to do.
"My lord Firebrand. Ozo, the fish... It is with great trust and faith in my dark lord below that I have decided to share my magic with you through these scrolls." Damien swallowed. Trust was something fairly difficult for him. He withdrew the set of scrolls out of his robes. "The spells that I have inscribed here, are some of the most powerful, most evil magics I know. You must not open any one of these, unless you are prepared to unleash death itself. ... Make no mistake about your intent. As I hand them to you, I am trusting you both with my life."
Each of the scrolls, he pointed out to them, for they were each a different spell. His allies would have to chose which they wanted to carry.
Spell scrolls:
energy drain http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Energy_Drain_(Spell)
finger of death http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Finger_of_Death
eyebite http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Eyebite
blind http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Blindness/Deafness
ghoul touch http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Ghoul_Touch
Later, the group ran into the tall, silver knight. Damien was hit hard by the chaotic emotional aura and was in essence crippled. Still, he walked, confused, angry, despairing, and laughing, he walked on to keep up with the others, his eyes wet with ridiculous tears. But oh he knew something was affecting him, and god save it if he ever found out what. He didn't give a care what the knight said about mortals and their "false gods," Damien was pissed... and sad... and pissed again....
The best he could manage was to stay as silent as possible, trying to contain the outbursts that rose up and threatened to move his tongue. he clutched his unholy symbol and concentrated on fearing his god. Hopefully, Firebrand or Ozo could negotiate with this aggravating presence.
@supertinyking
Through a red haze, Mithias realized that "food" was within arm's reach. The bag was warm, preserved. Had he not been somehow familiar with alternate ways of eating, it may have taken him longer, but he picked it up, and with as much control as he had, bit into a corner. His strength began to return, and much of the pain he had been feeling subsided, yet not all of it.
No sooner had the vampire's eyes lost their redness than Martin was wisely prepared with a holy artifact, a null rod. Still held by the robot behind him, Mithias shied back from the object held before him, looking at it with grave worry. "Please, stop." He looked away from the flaming hand that pointed at him as if to find some escape. He was shaken, and confused, lost, and trying to figure out where exactly he was. The strange, new fire in his veins quelled, nearly gone in the presence of the hand's aura. "Please, I am powerless in the presence of your holy artifact. It terrifies me." Mithias leaned away, appearing troubled enough by the threat of the holy null rod, which was now in the form of Martin's right hand. Mithias closed his eyes until Martin calmed down a bit and backed off.
"My name is Mithias, Varomere. I was in charge of a special operation strike force of 100 Imperial soldiers. We were to gather valuable information on Alucard and his Tyrannid forces. It was never meant to be a battle. I led us to where I had sensed the enemy, but it was a terrible mistake. Now they are all dead." Pained by this, Mithias grit his teeth. Looking down at himself, he noticed the rent in his uniform, and the curious black star that now covered his heart. He moved his one free hand to touch it cautiously, concernedly.
"In death or dishonor..." He repeated, remembering the terms of his curse. Mithias didn't yet explain everything to Martin. Hell, he had no idea who or what Martin was. Was there even a chance to stop Alucard when he himself was compromised, and how was he going to... ? Then his heart leapt into his throat with sudden realization.
"Do not kill me!" Mithias shouted. "Please! Whatever you do, you mustn't allow me to die, or I will transform into a mindless, unstoppable fiend!" He was dead serious. He had to try to explain somehow. "The other vampire, Alucard, I was wrong about him. He isn't who I thought he was, and he's cursed me. He is the one that cast me into that ocean where you found me, with the intent that I struggle and suffer and amuse him until I..." Mithias didn't really want to admit the next part, but he did. "He said he would take me over and use me to kill everyone. Now, if you please, you have to let me go so I can undo this. Alucard must be stopped before he destroys the world."
Through a red haze, Mithias realized that "food" was within arm's reach. The bag was warm, preserved. Had he not been somehow familiar with alternate ways of eating, it may have taken him longer, but he picked it up, and with as much control as he had, bit into a corner. His strength began to return, and much of the pain he had been feeling subsided, yet not all of it.
No sooner had the vampire's eyes lost their redness than Martin was wisely prepared with a holy artifact, a null rod. Still held by the robot behind him, Mithias shied back from the object held before him, looking at it with grave worry. "Please, stop." He looked away from the flaming hand that pointed at him as if to find some escape. He was shaken, and confused, lost, and trying to figure out where exactly he was. The strange, new fire in his veins quelled, nearly gone in the presence of the hand's aura. "Please, I am powerless in the presence of your holy artifact. It terrifies me." Mithias leaned away, appearing troubled enough by the threat of the holy null rod, which was now in the form of Martin's right hand. Mithias closed his eyes until Martin calmed down a bit and backed off.
"My name is Mithias, Varomere. I was in charge of a special operation strike force of 100 Imperial soldiers. We were to gather valuable information on Alucard and his Tyrannid forces. It was never meant to be a battle. I led us to where I had sensed the enemy, but it was a terrible mistake. Now they are all dead." Pained by this, Mithias grit his teeth. Looking down at himself, he noticed the rent in his uniform, and the curious black star that now covered his heart. He moved his one free hand to touch it cautiously, concernedly.
"In death or dishonor..." He repeated, remembering the terms of his curse. Mithias didn't yet explain everything to Martin. Hell, he had no idea who or what Martin was. Was there even a chance to stop Alucard when he himself was compromised, and how was he going to... ? Then his heart leapt into his throat with sudden realization.
"Do not kill me!" Mithias shouted. "Please! Whatever you do, you mustn't allow me to die, or I will transform into a mindless, unstoppable fiend!" He was dead serious. He had to try to explain somehow. "The other vampire, Alucard, I was wrong about him. He isn't who I thought he was, and he's cursed me. He is the one that cast me into that ocean where you found me, with the intent that I struggle and suffer and amuse him until I..." Mithias didn't really want to admit the next part, but he did. "He said he would take me over and use me to kill everyone. Now, if you please, you have to let me go so I can undo this. Alucard must be stopped before he destroys the world."
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