Rules
Okay, first of all, you have to be either a Vampire or a Were-animal, you CAN'T be both. Were's can't be allied to Vampires and vice-versa. Vampires are generally aristocrats, and can:
-Fly.
-Infect others.
-Turn into a bat/mist.(Choose when you make.)
They are weak to:
-Sunlight/Holy symbols.(Choose when you make.)
Were's are generally middle-classmen, and can:
-Swim.
-Infect others.
-Turn into their alternate form at will.
They are weak to:
-Silver/Magic.(Choose when you make.)
Vampires are the mortal enemies of Were's, and vice-versa.
Oh yeah, you can also be a vampire/were hunter. They are on the side of the enemies of those they hunt. All their weapons count as what their prey is weak to, but otherwise their just men. Only one character, 15th-epic level, no gods. Put a V at the beginning of your post if you're a vampire, W if your a Were. VH or WH if your a hunter.
-Fly.
-Infect others.
-Turn into a bat/mist.(Choose when you make.)
They are weak to:
-Sunlight/Holy symbols.(Choose when you make.)
Were's are generally middle-classmen, and can:
-Swim.
-Infect others.
-Turn into their alternate form at will.
They are weak to:
-Silver/Magic.(Choose when you make.)
Vampires are the mortal enemies of Were's, and vice-versa.
Oh yeah, you can also be a vampire/were hunter. They are on the side of the enemies of those they hunt. All their weapons count as what their prey is weak to, but otherwise their just men. Only one character, 15th-epic level, no gods. Put a V at the beginning of your post if you're a vampire, W if your a Were. VH or WH if your a hunter.
He had two weapons on him hidden beneath his coat. They were weapons noone other then himself could wield.
He looked around and started walking toward her front door. He had been alive for a very long time and since something woke up him from his eternal slumber he was interested. Also this being was so close to where he had awaken he decided to investigate.
conrir approches myrddin.
He relaxes, realizing that he got carried away. "I bring word that we will join forces to defeat the vampires of the lands to the north and our mighty pack will exterminate our way south until we reclaim our lands."
"If you are up for it, then I will instruct you north to the last remnants of my family's empire."
conrir says mostly to himself.
there are many of our kind in this forrest, I will call them together. the vampires robbed me of my kingdom, my family...but they can never take my honor, our honor! that they cannot steal! I will join you, and we will reclaim our lands!
He stops upon seeing Myrddin. He slowly approaches the two, feeling moderatley out of place in front of so much were royalty, which he deeply respected.
"I am honored to be in another were noble's precense. And I'm sorry If I didn't answer before Conrir, but yes my father was a hunter. The best damn one I ever knew. I never thought I would be one, until a group of vampire spawns slaughtered my Father, raped, then Killed my mother, and tortured my brother until eventually turning him into one of them, forcing me to take his life. Now, I WILL make their race pay."
His ears twitch and he shifts to his hybrid form, his hair untangling as he changes. The fur of this coyote is like no other of his kind. The dark golden coat is striped with black, which in turn are further striped with another lighter shade of gold. The scar is still there, the stripes of black and gold recreating the pattern of the scar. The ice has spread and now covers the tips of each of his many hairs.
"Much better. I have been travelling for some time in my human form to elude the fangs. My mixed bloodline makes me the perfect scout, the vamps have trouble tracking me down. My human form tends to shed less and thus makes tracking even harder."
The were-coyote bows respectfully to Allan. "I am honored to be in the presence of such a brave human. You are obviously from a very grand lineage yourself. Hunting the fangs takes courage, courage you no doubt inherited from your father."
he turns to allan
I will not forget what your family has given
one were walks over to allan. a young female.
what are you doing?
"I apologize, I didn't realize you were there miss. My sword is incredibly ancient, made by the master swordsmiths of the eastern temples of old. During thouse years it was customary to imbue a sword a "soul" or a spirit of its own, whichever you prefer. The master who crafted mine was a follower of "the greater good" making the blade with several runes of purity and light." still somewhat embarrassed he continues
"These spirits in the blades, though, require the devotion of the owner. It will dull and slowly weaken if it is not maintained with the presence of its owner." He looks off towards the village "Alas, I cannot satysfy all of my swords cravings though.... It yearns to bite into the flesh of the impure vampires once again."
Suddenly a deep, mournful howling cuts through the night air. It is gutteral and savage, the likes of which none of you have ever heard but it is most definetly a wolf. You catch a scent on the wind and more howling, coming towards you making no attempt to hide itself.
OOC
OOC: Sorry, werewolves are just awesome. I've always liked werewolves. Aya and I have a mini Lycan vs vamp war of our own, she prefers vamps and I prefer lycans.
The coyote is actually my totem animal in native american folklore or whatever and I have a werewolf character, Wedradolin and I've researched the Magyar's and their connection to werewolves so I figured I'd tie it all together for this character here.
And it worked well because hes a scout type and wont be around all the time.
The coyote is actually my totem animal in native american folklore or whatever and I have a werewolf character, Wedradolin and I've researched the Magyar's and their connection to werewolves so I figured I'd tie it all together for this character here.
And it worked well because hes a scout type and wont be around all the time.
everyone back in the den untill my signal. keep your weapons close
conrir says loudly so that all can hear
he draws his sword and waits.
OOC
OOC: Actually just about a year ago I came face to face with a coyote and fought it for its meal. Long story but my brother likes the bones of dead animals and we found a dead cow.
So that night we went out with a hatchet to cut its head off so he could have it. There was a coyote eating on the carcass and I made my brothers stay back while I approached him. He stared at me and the sides of his jaw hinted at a growl then he sort of got calm and trotted off. It was fun and we ended up getting our trophy.
I've had a similar run in with a bear. My pit bull/black lab mix dog took my place in the coyote story and faced the bear while my brothers and I escaped though. I was only about 10 though.
So that night we went out with a hatchet to cut its head off so he could have it. There was a coyote eating on the carcass and I made my brothers stay back while I approached him. He stared at me and the sides of his jaw hinted at a growl then he sort of got calm and trotted off. It was fun and we ended up getting our trophy.
I've had a similar run in with a bear. My pit bull/black lab mix dog took my place in the coyote story and faced the bear while my brothers and I escaped though. I was only about 10 though.
Edited Rules
These are the edited rules. I might edit them every now and then, but bear with me. You have to be either a Vampire or a Were-animal, you can't be both. Were's can't be allied to Vampires and vice-versa. Vampires are generally aristocrats, and can do anything that the stereotypical vampire can do.
They are weak ONLY to:
-Sunlight OR Holy symbols.(Choose when you make.)
Were's are generally middle-classmen, are strong and fast, and can:
-Infect others.
-Turn into their alternate form at will.
They are weak ONLY to:
-Silver AND fire.
Vampires are the mortal enemies of Were's, and vice-versa.
Oh yeah, you can also be a vampire/were hunter. They are on the side of the enemies of those they hunt. All their weapons count as what their prey is weak to, but otherwise the're just men. No more than 3 characters, 15th-epic level, no gods. Put a V at the beginning of your post if you're a vampire, W if your a Were. VH or WH if your a hunter.
Also Igors. Igors are resistant to a lot and generally serve a Vampire.
They are weak ONLY to:
-Sunlight OR Holy symbols.(Choose when you make.)
Were's are generally middle-classmen, are strong and fast, and can:
-Infect others.
-Turn into their alternate form at will.
They are weak ONLY to:
-Silver AND fire.
Vampires are the mortal enemies of Were's, and vice-versa.
Oh yeah, you can also be a vampire/were hunter. They are on the side of the enemies of those they hunt. All their weapons count as what their prey is weak to, but otherwise the're just men. No more than 3 characters, 15th-epic level, no gods. Put a V at the beginning of your post if you're a vampire, W if your a Were. VH or WH if your a hunter.
Also Igors. Igors are resistant to a lot and generally serve a Vampire.
Allan tenses slightly, bu calms after realizing it was just myrddin speaking. He couldn't realax, Vampires could be near! His blade glows a dull yellow that pulses slowly, sharing his excitement.
OOC
OOC: Thanks. We used to live just a little ways from a river and would walk to it alot and thats where we came into contact with so many animals. We've been hunted by a pack of bobcats before too on the walk back from the river, yes they do hunt in packs but only during mating season apparently.
"Indeed"
Alone."
"I understand, I think he's over there."
[sblock=OOC]OOCOOC: I believe that Raven Lord was hinting that he wanted to see more variety in werecreatures. So if you get the chance, try new species, I know wolves are the tried and true but have fun and be creative with the lycanthrope idea.
And HellsBells, some friendly advice to help your posting. Try not to clutter up an In Character thread with posts of only Out Of Character stuff. If you have something to say OOC (out of character), make sure it's accompanied by something IC (in character) as well.
This new wolf has several tattoos. On his left shoulder is a stylized bear head from the front with two bear paws on either side in blue and a red lightning bolt cutting through the head. On his right shoulder is a large stylized musk ox head from the front in blue with a red lightning bolt cutting through it as well. Over his heart is a Death's Skull in black. On the inside of his wrists, the back of his hands and up the forearm, on the ankles and on the top of his jaws are lightning bolts in green with thick black outlines. Green dots, evenly spaced follow the ridge over his eyes and along the inside down to the lightning bolts on his jaw. More dots run along the edge of his bottom jaw. On the right sde of his chest is the largest tattoo, almost covering the Death's Head and going a good way down towards his stomach. It is a stylized side view of a wolf head with a wolf inside of its open jaws, all in blue ink. Blue fire raps around the entire design.
An earing made of bone and feathers hangs from his left ear, dangling down. It is a long bone sharpened on both sides piercing his ear, with a leather chord hanging down. On the chord hangs a tuft of black feathers and a tooth or claw of some kind. He wears a leather chord necklace from which hang several claws and bones and a few talons. The largest is the center piece which is a massive bear's canine.
He meanders over to the large werewolf, inspecting him. "You are from the arctic? You are a bit tall though. What brings you so far south."
Myrddin walks back into the cave after looking over the white werewolf. He puts a hand on Allan's shoulder and shifts back to his human form. "You are a good man and a good warrior. Do not let your fear get ahold of you and in no time you will live up to your father's legacy." With his other hand, Myrddin opens his fist to reveal a small sigil made of dark blue ice. The sigil emanates cold but does not hurt the way a chunk of ice would when held for too long. "This will show any other lycanthropes that you are aligned to my family and they should give you protection, food, water, and shelter as if you were a royal family member yourself. Use it to help the pack reach your destination."
He nods and walks towards Conrir, shifting back to his hybrid form as he does so. He nods and smiles knowingly to the female werewolf as he passes her.
He nears Conrir's position and calls out to him. "Wolf King Conrir, I will scout the way ahead for you and keep the majority of the road's troubles away from your pack. Your female has been told the details of your journey. She will help you reach the safety of the Magyar kingdom and from there I will find you. I have given Allan a sigil to help him when he reaches our lands."
When he sees the were-coyote speaking with Conrir he leaps down from the ledge he is on. Wolf King? I take it you are the Alpha of this pack. He stalks over on all fours then raises to stand upright when he reaches Conrir.
the others watch from the den. conrir does not look over, but continues to scan the forrest.
what is it you want?
craine's words get his attention. he holds up a hand to dismiss the new were so he can speak to craine.
yes? is there word from the other kingdoms?
he seems eager to know what craine has to say.
And he says,
"You have been initiated into the cabal, Werelord. It is a great honor. But it has dangers-if the Vampire woman here learns of it...I believe you understand."
(( hope u dont mind, if u do Ill edit ))
he shouts to allan
human! allan!
he throws a unlit torch to him
be ready.
"May I ask for what?"
he turns back to craine.
wait in the cave with the others. now there is another that wishes to speak with me.
he motions for the white wolf to approch him
Finding time, Allan puts the ice sigil on a leather cord, and puts it around his neck. Growing mildly bored he wanders into the cave to wait for conrir's signal.
the female with the knife says to allen. she is at the front of the cave watching conrir.
the males just think your a threat to their posision. if not you they would be fighting each other over the females.
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they are young, and bold. it is because of me that every male in the pack has not challenged you, thinking you were here to take their food or mates. what is your name?
I don't mind, honestly. I have been in worse situations." He walks toward her
"Do you have a name? Or are you just Female werewolf #1?"
((and I liked the old power limit, but whatever))
(((and I edited in conrir's response already)))
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Melan launches herself out the window, flying straight towards the pack's cave. As she flies, she checks her weapons-silver longswords (2), silver shortsword (1), silver dagger (1), silver tipped crossbow bolts (100), hand crossbows (5), sling (1), sling pellets (20), and spell components (battle pack). As she flew over the front gate, a host of other Vamps, her servants, flew up and joined her.
the female laughs a little
you are a strange human. my name is aine. the two that were bothering you are conall
she points to a large black lycan in hybrid form
and bronach
she points to a smaller gray wolf next to conall.
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wait in the den for my signal derkrarn and talon. vampires are coming.
"Conrir. We are going to have company soon."
get back in the cave! stay hiden untill my signal!
the weres ready their weapons and hide behind the cover of the trees covering the cave entrance.
Dekrarn however growls softly. With all do respect, I will not hide like a cub.
conrir snarls at dekrarn.
the hunter does not announce himself to his prey, but waits untill the time is right strike!
"I probably would be considered strange, seeing as I prefer the company werewolves and such over other humans in most situations."
Dekrarn bursts from the cave in hybrid form and leaps upon the closest vampire, tearing with his claws and going strait for the throat.
conrir takes his sword in both hands, preparing to fight
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Craine dashes out of the cave, a tonfa held ready. as a vamp leaps toward him, the werecrane reverses his grip, sinking the tonfa into the vamps heart.
conrir's weres are still waiting in the cave
allan! now!
conrir roars as he fights off the vampire spawn around him.
Craine casually uses an ulu to cut a holy symbol into the back of a vampire, and thrusts the tonfa through another one's back. "Conrir! Do you need help?!"
"They look like they forgot their leashes Melan. Its good I brought my own for these wonderful new pets of ours."
His eyes flashed red as he laughed which made his glasses appear strange.
He aimed one gun toward Conrir's right arm while his other gun was aimed for his right leg. He used his inhuman speed to fire a few rounds off testing the dogs reflexes.
Talon flies to meet his adversary swinging his blade one handed at her. He makes contact with her upper body but where the blade meets turns to smoke and quickly reforms as her body. She laughs and dives upon him one hand gripping his throat the other his sword arm as the choking smoke engulfs him.
A slender, bald, nude man walks through the woods, a peculiar side-to-side motion marking his gait. He's staring intently at a coin, balanced on it's edge on the tip of his finger. He glances up at the flash of flames in the distance, and the sounds of battle, but the coin holds his attention.
Melan floats into the air as the sun rises. "Back! We must leave!"
Ra grace us! Talon flies about the retreating vampires dealing blows with his glowing blade, not stopping to see the effect before moving on to the next.
Dekrarn flips powerfully over his shoulder sending the vampire hurling away from him. The monster is about to leap upon him when Melan calls out her order. He hisses at Dekrarn before turning tail and fleeing the sun's rays. We will meet again Vargr. When we do you will die Strigoi!
The vampire flees and Dekrarn chases him, although half heartedly, until he is out of sight of the camp. He then walks back to the cave to assess the outcome of the battle.
Dekrarn looks over the clearing from the outcropping he was perched on before. The battle was a victory, but they would need to strike back at the fangs and soon or they would not continue winning.
Read this.
A bit of backround for Weres.
The Cabal of Werelords is made up of one representative of the ten most numerous families of Were's-Werewolfs, Werecrows, Werecranes, Werecrocodiles, Wererats, Weresharks, Werebears, Wereboars, Wereturtles, and Weremen. Weremen can take on up to three atributes of animals(wolf claws, eagle wings, bears endurance, etc.) They were the first weres-when they bite people, the bitten person becomes a were(whatever creature is closest to their personality). They reproduce only through breeding.
If a were breeds with an animal,(a werewolf with a wolf, a wereshark with a shark,)its decendents become the animal by degrees-
generation 1:No human form.
generation 2:No hybrid form.
generation 3:Animal with human intelligence.
generation 4:Animal.
or
generation 1:Animal with human intelligence.
generation 2:Animal form only.
generation 3:Hybrid form.
generation 4:Human form.
the werelords in the cabal have totems-Magical runes that grant them power.
If a were breeds with an animal,(a werewolf with a wolf, a wereshark with a shark,)its decendents become the animal by degrees-
generation 1:No human form.
generation 2:No hybrid form.
generation 3:Animal with human intelligence.
generation 4:Animal.
or
generation 1:Animal with human intelligence.
generation 2:Animal form only.
generation 3:Hybrid form.
generation 4:Human form.
the werelords in the cabal have totems-Magical runes that grant them power.
Werelords on the cabal only.
The totem gets be carved on your back at your first meeting. Your weapons will act as if they are enchanted with sunlight and holiness when you fight vampires.
who first left the den before the trap was sprung?
you only jeprodised your own life, that is why you are still alive.
he motions towards allan
or in me? after the trap took effect there werent enough to overtake me and they would not have tried. did you think I did not know that the woman would challenge me?
conrir's eyes focus on dekrarn
if you think you know better for this pack, then try and take my place.
all the weres stop what they are doing and are silent when conrir says this
either challenge me or get out of my sight.
I accept. no weapons. no magic.
he waits for dekrarn to make the first move.
conrir does not move.
"I'll never understand this constant conflict for power among weres, though I will respect it...." He mumbles to himself. Upon seeing the newcomer he holds his hand at his side, ready for a quickdraw.
a large black hybrid approches the man with the coin.
choose your words carefully, you insult lord conrir in front of us and you die.
))Dekrarn screams and lashes out at Conrir's wrist. He backs away snarling and begins to circle slowly, occasionally fainting forward but keeping well out of range.
As the creature broke through the clearing you now see a massive dark green hybrid crocodile. His reptilian eyes watched everyone with interest, his mouth dripping with saliva.
A low growl rumbles through his bared teeth.
"I'll show you p*ssing" Holding the bow steady, ready to fire at any move.
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conrir begins to circle dekrarn slowly.
surrender and I wont have to kill you.
the hybrid slashes at the snake-thing's neck with his claws
He pulls himself to his feet and looks around. Two arrows are lodged in his back as well as one in his thigh. He pulls the arrow from his thigh and calls out to all the weres around him.
"Stop your battles, kinsmen. The fangs are closing in on us."
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V
As Melan retreats, a presence suddenly catches her attention. A tall thin man leans against a tree. He is dressed in all black clothing with multiple buckles and a long tight leather trenchcoat that flows loosely around his legs. Various arcane symbols adorn the trenchcoat and the few parts of his skin that are shown. Metal gauntlets with the same symbols cover his wrists and the back side of his hands.
He steps forward heavily as soon as he has been noticed, his thick boots clanking as the buckles strike each other with each step.
"Madame Melan." He says in a soft tone. "I have brought reinforcements."
He motions behind him, throwing the shoulder-length dark blue hair from his face to reveal an eyepatch covering his left eye. The eyepatch seems blacker then the rest of his clothing though and blacker even then the night around them.
From each of the trees of the forest, there appears at least one vampire, each dressed uniquely and weilding some kind of weapon...
His tail whips around the wolf's wrist, and he casually tosses the whelp over his shoulder.
(umm, I think that is my decision)
the werewolf's claws dig into the creature's tail, alowing him to hold on. another were shoulders the snake creature in the stomach at high speed
this filth insulted conrir!
one were yells to myrddin
aine calls to myrddin
the northerner challenged conrir for leadership.
"You want me to break these fur balls for you?"
His deep voice rumbles as he draws closer to the conflict. He swings his tail ready to smack the human if he tried to fire a shot off.
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Alucard stares at the man with interest, but it slowly fades as he grows bored.
"Well lets wait, from the smell of it they are fighting with themselves. Lets let them tear eachother up a little more and then swoop in and wipe them all out."
(( yah that's him, i dunno i just wasn't feeling it ))
"This may sting..." He suddenly lunges forward in a blur, bringing the blade to bear against Talon and trying to pierce the werefalcon's forearm with it.
after he leaves conrir looks up at craine.
we need to regroup and make the pack safe first, else the vampires would track me to tha cabal
OOC
OOC: Damn, I gotta be leaving. Until next weekend then guys.
"Nilen what do you think we should do with our furry companions? I dislike the one who believes hes in charge. You know my philosophy on situations like that."
"In case you havent heard the news, Talon sacrificed himself to the vamps to cover our escape. Just updating you."
"On another subject, I suggest we rest for the night, nothing seems to be on our trail yet, and then make our way for the territory line at dawn. We should be able to make it by nightfall."
OOC
OOC: Yeh, sorry I meant to have him be a little more hurt before running away but I got sidetracked while I typed that up. I was trying to think of how to fit him into the story a little better as an agent that can hunt on other vamp's territory because of the royal were he was after. I'll edit to have him injured in a few minutes.
And sorry for the OOC only post, although it seems to be considered ok here.
And sorry for the OOC only post, although it seems to be considered ok here.
Damn, the bird could fight.
Zale turns to face Nilen and snorts. "I will seek out that lycan and do it my way."
He jumps into the water and sinks below its surface searching for the unknown lycan.
He hands Allan a small compass. "If I never return then, this will guide you to the Magyar lands. Tell them of Conrir and myself and show them your sigil and everything should be fine from there."
Myrddin bounds for the edge of the forest and walks cautiously into the woods. He calls softly to the presence. "I have sensed you for some time, please show yourself."
how do you follow your path? the moon is shrouded.
BIC: Myrddin sniffs upon seeing the woman. He watches her closely as he remembers what Conrir told him, he did not expect a vampire. "The stars are my guide." He mutters.
the woman smiles and bows slightly to myrddin.
I opposogise for disturbing your pack, we observe all who near the monastery.
she pulls back her hood. her crystal-like blue eyes, that could crush a man's mind, watch myrddin.
a were-king left our monastery a few months ago. conrir was his name. he travelled south of here hoping to build a new pack and... rejoin the war. have you heard anything of him?
she shows little to no emotion when she speaks.
The werecoyote pauses and breaks his gaze, unsure whether to ask the next question. "So you are one of the Watchers? I dont have all the information on your order... but you're a vampire!"
the war does not exist at the sanctuary. I only wish the war did not exist outside it as well. it is a haven for those who want peace, and to learn how to controll our...preditory natures.
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what about the vampire woman, how can she be dealt with?
conrir asks craine
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It was nice to meet you, I am Myrddin Magyar. The sun is nearly risen so our introductions must be cut short, I need to return to my pack and have them ready for travel."
Myrddin bows to the lady at his introduction.
I am ilcea. let peace be in your heart, and stars light your path
she vanishes into the trees.
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conall, the largest of the weres (second only to dekrarn) is already awake when myrddin gets back. he stands as myrddin aproches.
where were you?
He is startled at Conall's voice. "There was someone in the woods, I was checking them out to make sure they were not a threat to us. Sorry I was gone so long."
He looks to Allan and Dekrarn, letting his gaze drift to the sunrise. "I will scout the path ahead, wake everyone and follow my trail." The werecoyote nods towards Allan. "If you get lost, he'll know where to go."
OOC: Alright guys, I've got to get out of here. I'll (hopefully) be back next weekend again.
Raven: Feel free to play this last bit of the journey out as you like, it is your thread after all. You can describe the Magyar's and the lands if you guys get that far, otherwise I can do that part when I return.
2 days later, Craine, Conrir and Aine have reached the lands of the cabal. Aine, you will have to wait here. Don't worry about Vamps, because this forest is cleared. Conrir, follow me.
conrir follows craine wile aine stays behind.
how did the cabal find me? few knew I was still alive.
Dekrarn is right at Conall's side as he interigates Myrddin. You have little faith in the power of the wolf WereCoy. We know not the meaning of lost.
Back on topic, I'll assume the party made the path to the Magyar lands with no trouble and continue from there.
IC: The pack travels the path quickly. Finally they catch up to Myrddin, sitting on a rock at the top of a steep grassy hill. He glances back at the others making their way out of the woods. As they near, he speaks.
"My people's lands begin at the bottom of this hill. I've signalled the borderwatch that we are here and about to enter the territory."
When everyone catches up, Myrddin motions for the others to follow and leaps from his rock, diving headlong down the hill, shifting to his coyote form as he does. He lets the slope accelerate him and disappears into the trees at the bottom.
When the others reach the bottom, they are greeted by a large black werewolf in hybrid form and wearing dull grey armor. He wears badges that indicate a high military position and he is surrounded by three grey werewolves, similarly armored. They each carry swords on their sides.
"Well met, Myrddin Magyar." The black wolf says. He looks over the pack, giving an extra look at Dekrarn and Conall. "Where is Conrir? And where did the winterwolf come from?"
Myrddin replies calmly. "Conrir will join us soon, he is currently being inducted into the Cabal. And the white one is Dekrarn, he follows Conrir and seeks to regain his homelands to the north."
OOC: I'll give everyone a chance to respond before taking you to the 'city'.
Dekrarn smiles a, no pun intended, wolfish grin. Of a sort Magyar, it is close enough.
Conrir smiles a, no pun intended, wolfish grin.
(how do you know conrir's grinning habbits?)
BIC: Melan watches another pack,searching for something. "Ah...There she is." She dissapates into mist.
OOC: Actually, I'm going to spread this out. Just don't interfere, 'cause what happens here is extremely important to the plot.
(how do you know conrir's grinning habbits?)
sorry, got my wires crossed
BIC: The large black werewolf looks over the assembled 'pack' once more before turning his back. The grey werewolves follow suit behind him. "I will escort you to the capitol and to your cousin, the Prince." He calls back over his shoulder to Myrddin.
Myrddin shifts to hybrid form and motions for the others to follow.
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Koha Dai watches from a safe distance downwind of the weres. Tracking the beasts was not overly hard, but he could not make a move, he was being watched by something.
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The pack reaches a large clearing in the forest. Large trees scatter the area and conceal it from an aerial view. The scent of magical energies hangs heavy in the air. The houses are positioned for easy escape and deployment in a circular pattern. The houses themselves made of sticks stood on end and leaned into each other to create a teepee-like structure.
In the center of the town is the largest of these teepee structures, its more squared and wider but not much taller then the other houses.
From one of the surrounding houses of the large center house, steps a large silver furred werewolf. Each hair on his body seems tipped with ice, his fur glinting in the sunlight. His tail is held high and straight as he greets the black werewolf and the pack.
The black wolf bows and stays low as he addresses the apparent prince. "Prince, Your cousin Myrddin Magyar, back from his quest for Conrir."
"Thank you Commander Fenri. You are dismissed." The prince speaks, a deep and regal voice. His gaze is on Myrddin, who has also bowed in the presence of his cousin. "So cousin, where is Conrir? I do not recognize him among this group."
Myrddin stands as Fenri backs away and takes his leave. "Conrir is at the cabal, being inducted as it were. He will make his way here to meet us shortly. This is his pack."
The prince nods and motions for Myrddin to come closer. The princ embraces his cousin with a brief hug. "Conrir's pack may roam as they wish, we will call them when their alpha returns. You must be tired from your journey and I have many questions." The prince begins to lead Myrddin back to his tent.
Allan looks around in awe. He removes the scarf from his face to see better, his cheeks already turning pink in the cold. He looks at the were prince with admiration, with his mouth half open. When he speaks, it is quiet and intimidated.
"I mean no disrespect sir, but may I ask your name?" He remains cautious, for he is just a human.
BIC: An young blonde werewolf greets Dekrarn warmly as he enters through the flap to the shrine. The teepee is smokey and obscures view to within a few feet. In the center of the tent is an old white werewolf seated cross legged in front of a fire. He wears a feathered headress and is adorned with various jewelries made from bones.
The old man's eyes open as the winterwolf nears, revealing the colorless orbs that serve as his eyes, nonetheless his gaze locks onto the werewolf from the north. "I understand you seek my council faol geimhreadh."
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The prince turns his attention to Allan. "Oh, quite sorry, forgive my manners. I am Prince Vârcolac Magyar, Heir to the throne of Wedradolin Magyar." At this he bows deeply to Allan.
Yes shaman. Ask not how the Magi know what they do. He thinks to himself. I would like a ritual of my people performed, to mark an acomplishment of mine.
BIC: "I see." The old were says. "I believe I can help you then. Which ritual did you have in mind?"
The younger blonde werewolf stands just behind Dekrarn, his head bowed respectfully while the two older weres converse.
(( bloodearth= clay with mistical properties. I think it would be a standard tool for shamans in this world ))
The old werewolf smiles. "Likely though, you wont have to travel far enough up the mountain to stir the beast."
Lying on his stomach, stripped to the waist, Conrir wonders what the ritual will involve, because all Craine would say was a simple, "You'll see." A hooded and cloaked figure Approaches and says in a distorted voice "Good morning, Werelord Conrir. This may hurt, but... you will not remember it afterwards."
Lunoc only
The figure advances with a knife and a clenched fist. It carves into Conrir's back what he is in too much pain to realize is his own personal mark. Above the mark it carves a curved line, which the figure embeds wolf teeth in. Finally, it rubs blood into the wound. If it speaks, it's voice is lost to Conrir's scream.((Basically the figure gave Conrir his Totem. You can now choose one power to gain from the Totem once a day. the powers you can have are: great speed; great strength; flight.))
IC: Charles nods. The duo head back to the village, just in time to see the army marching through. Charles calls to a soldier that he obviously knows personally and asks where they are off to. "To the coast, taking back some of the lycanlands I think." Is the reply from the soldier.
Charles wishes his friend well and enters the shaman's tent, greeting the shaman and holding the door open for Dekrarn.
The shaman merely nods approval of his apprentice's words.
The shaman looks up to Dekrarn without greeting. "You have what you need." He states more then asks. The ancient white werewolf sniffs the air and leans in, a smile breaking his normally stern face. "And you faced the wendigo, unharmed I take it too. You are indeed impressive then."
the first village is lightly guarded and surrounded by a stockade. vampires in light armor stand at the entrance, and can be seen harrasing the townspeople and generaly acting undiciplined.
Stalking through the hills was a young man who appeared unarmed but had an air of confidence about him.From a distance one would guess that he was a bandit searching for a victim judging from his slightly torn clothing and searching eyes.
Suddenly three bandit surrounded the boy all wearing iron shortswords except the leader who had a bronze longsword. "Give us yer gold boy and I might let you live" Said the leader confidently. The man only responded with a slight shrug and said, "If I were you I would just walk away before I tear your throat out." One of the bandits suddenly seemed uncertain about this and asked his boss,"I'm not so sure 'bout this boss he might be one of those dirty bloodsuckers who got paul."
The boss merely laughed and said," Hes only bluffin', get em boys!" The two lackeys charged at him but stopped when the man started convulsing and started changing into a creature. After a few seconds the transformation was complete and the man had changed into what resembled a large wolf standing on two legs and having jetblack fur. Roaring in defiance he launched himself into the nearest bandit and tore its throat out. The leader now realizing his mistake ran off leaving his lackey to fend for himself.
The now wolfman charged at the second one and only bit his arm then dashed off toward the leader. The quivering man not knowing the disease he was now afflicted with ran off in terror. The wolfman smiled sheepishly as he gained ground on his quarry when with a final leap and landed on his prey's back and landed on the man's back and broke his neck. Quickly after killing him he dragged the corpse back to the other and started digging preparing a unmarked grave so their bodies wouldn't be found by anyone or anything.
Smiling to himself the wolfman changed back to his young human body and started off walking through the hills the only marking of his skirmish was the blood on the grass and that on his teeth.
And, Welcome aboard Goblin.
BIC: Varcolac looks over the defenses of the village and the gathered information from his scouts. He confers with Conrir for any last minute changes to their plans.
when night falls conrir starts foreward. he waits for the change of the guard, so he can catch as many as possible.
as one vampire turns his back, the werelord leaps over to him and brings his sword down and through on his shoulder. two tree more fall before the others catch on and run into the town to warn the others.
The lycan army is sure to not allow any escape from the village as they attack. They begin to close their perimeter slowly into the village center, slaying any vampires that resist.
(( doing this in two posts to avoid massive text walls ))
Dekrarn exited the tent revived from his commun (sp?) with the spirits and bearing a brand new skin mark tattoo. On the left side of his neck was a jaw of pointed teeth, especially the canine fangs. The mouth of a vampire turned upward, lieing on its back defeated. Stabbed through the center was a lightning bolt, jabbed through the heart like a steak, and beneath the mouth were two jagged talli lines, made to look like claw marks and leaving room for more to be added on. If you looked closely you could see small strait cuts that would soon heal over and scar at the center of the tattoo claw marks.
He quickly used a bowl of water the shaman had to wash off the blood earth then took ink and blood earth and mixed them together then huredly painted on war paint and protective symbols. A huge battle was ahead, he would need all the help he could get. He then bowed and thanked The Shaman and Charles again and ran off at a quick lopping stride that he knew he could keep up for a long time towards where the others had gone. He doubted they would strike before night fall, even the magyar couldnt beat the vampires in a battle of atricion unsupported, so he would likely of not missed much.
(( You can post what it is he sees when he arrives ))
IC: The old shaman and his apprentice help Dekrarn with his war tattoos as well and wish him luck in his battle.
Dekrarn arrives on the hillside overlooking the battle just as night begins to fall. The other weres are just closing in on the town, they appear to be checking for any stragglers and shushing them if they find any. The weres have the entire village surrounded, some spots stretched a little thin but they have a nearly solid wall closing tighter and tighter around the small village.
As Dekrarn makes his way down the hillside and toward the village, the battle begins and the lycans launch their attack on the outer guards of the village. The fights are fierce as the vampires are nearly slaughtered in the beginning.
At last the winter were has reached the battle.
Dekrarn releases a primal and barbaric howl echoeing all the fury and rage of his frozen homeland. With a roar he charges down the hill to join the battle with his new allies. He rushes through the broken gate and tears into the first vampire he finds, a young new-blood and an easy target. He makes quick work of the inexperienced vampire and moves on to find a more worthy opponent.
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the katana weilding vampire signals to another of his kind. the other vampire turns to mist and flies off towards the coast unnoticed.
"They have sent a scout to warn the other villages. I'm not sure what to do about this god interfering, but I have a plan." He whispers to Conrir when he gets close enough.
Sherak and his men by this time are well into the hills and are heading back to their cave. They do not notice the outcome down in the village.
(( Just finished watching Underworld ))
Just so you know...
...if you're all wondering what is going on...
...this is your final warning.
Gaia, and the vampire who doubted her, are both illusions made by the abbey from page 10.
I...am sorry my lord. he is dead
a figure sits on conrir's throne. only his eyes shine out of the darkness
and how did it come to pass that my son died?
his voice is violent and dangerous enough to make the cowering vampire tremble
how are you here to speak? how did you escape?
a vampire at his side draws her katana
the coward abbandoned him!
she stops as the ruler raises a hand
not now nalie. who? who was it? no doubt that foolish maggyar from the north!
yes, but conrir was with them lord
the ruler goes quiet for a moment
nalie, you may punish the coward now.
"Magyar warriors. Gather and prepare to march, slay any of those vermin that lays a hand on you but make no offensive action. Gaia will be with us." As he finishes, the clouds break and snow begins to fall, clouding the area in whiteness to cover their 'retreat'. The werewolves of course are able to smell their way through the snow cover.
------eventually-------
the second village is totally ungaurded, the villagers hail the weres and welcome them. it appears all of the vampires have fled the area.
Hells: Have you seen the new Underworld movie yet?
BIC: Varcolac asks the villagers for any volunteers as they pass through. He thanks Dekrarn for the scouting and sends one of the swifter of his werewolves to accompany the winter were.
Dekrarn and his companion return to the main army after sunset and report that they have found nothing out of the ordinary but that they have a feeling of a vampire's presence although they can not find the blood sucker.
BIC: Varcolac talks with Conrir about the vampiric presence. "I assume they are spying on us but afraid to attack as of yet." He tells Dekrarn and the rest of the scouts to keep their wits about them but only attack if they are attacked by the vampires.
I will go out and meet them. feel free to join me.
conrir stands and moves into the forest.
conrir puts a hand to his brutally scarred side of his face
I have.
as they near the pressence, conrir stops
It's not him. it's a friend.
ilcea cautiously steps out from behind the trees. she bows to both weres
conrir! I...um, it's good to see you again. who is this with you?
yes. your enemy has learned that his son is dead. he is furious. he has bought a mercenry to kill-
she points at varcolac
you. he knows you killed his son and is overcome with the desire for revenge
---------elsewhere-----
nalie watches the walled town. the death of her friend troubled her, but her mission would allow her to vent her anger. she recited the command of her master to her companions
storm the village. leave none alive.
she is a friend, dekrarn. as for the village, I must tell you to be careful. I was once like you, before my exile. I belived that through strength and sheer force of will I could overcome anything; I paid dearly for that arrogance.
OOC
OOC: The character rules on on the first page, first post. If they got deleted then ask and I'll try and remember them. I think Raven sort of abandoned the rules of the thread for the most part. Basically be reasonable with your characters and the number of characters. But again, you're an experienced RPer and can be trusted.
As to whats going on. My character's Magyar empire led by Varcolac is helped Conrir take back his lands from the vampires. At the moment. I think you could bring a character in on either side fairly easily. If a were, you can have him as part of the Magyar army or he wandered by and heard the battle and went to investigate. If a vamp, a bounty hunter talking to the king usurping Conrir's lands, or part of the vamp army. Or any number of other ideas.
As to whats going on. My character's Magyar empire led by Varcolac is helped Conrir take back his lands from the vampires. At the moment. I think you could bring a character in on either side fairly easily. If a were, you can have him as part of the Magyar army or he wandered by and heard the battle and went to investigate. If a vamp, a bounty hunter talking to the king usurping Conrir's lands, or part of the vamp army. Or any number of other ideas.
If there are villagers and no signs of vampires then they are to help them escape the town and take refuge in the forest. One scout is to report back to the main army after they help the villagers escape or five minutes after the other scouts enter the village and there is no sign of them within the five minutes.
With their instructions memorized, the scouts take off at full speed.
OOC: Hope that made sense, just my complicated strategy for that sort of situation.
a scout? I feel insulted. I was hoping to meet a prince today.
nalie draws her katana laughing
Hiding on a nearby rooftop he took careful aim with his composite longbow and sent an arrow speeding for the back of the katana wielding vampiress.
"Run villager, to the woods, Lord Conrir will find you." The first scout calls to the hunter.
OOC: If your character has lived in this village for long, he knows of Conrir, the former werewolf king of this land. I assume.
Large ears emerge from the skulls and wave angrily through the moonlight and between a pair of long and deadly tusks a long grey trunk that is curled up in a fist-like orb at the end is hanging down to the belly of the were-elephant.
He takes up a fighting stance that betrays his knowledge of martial arts, facing the vampiress with hate gleaming from his keen eyes.
(( sorry for the wall of text ))
BIC: Varcolac hears the howl and looks to Conrir and Dekrarn. "We must hurry."
He turns to the troops and calls for a run towards the town.
The scout meets them just before halfway and explains while they make their way to the village.
The scouts in the village prepare for combat and the likely event of death, though they take pride in seeing one of the rarer and more powerful of the lycans, a were-elephant.
hundereds of vampires are present now, all bearing silver weapons and great skill.
Tor then quickly scans over the silver weaponry of the attacking vampires and mutters
"If they wanna play rough, we'll play rough"
With those words he claps his hands together and mumbles a few arcane words. Next thing is a brilliant flash of light and as the resulting blindness subsides in people around, they see that Tor is moving alread and no longer sparsely equipped. His form is almost completely covered in fitting to size clothes that seems to be woven from metal threads. Plated gauntlets with spikes on the knuckles cover his hands and each spike is marked with the holy symbol of an ancient sun god of a distant land. Plates likewise run down the trunk of the were-elephant, and those on the upper side have spikes similar to those on the gauntlets. The tips of the tusks are encased in steel plates that are as pointed as the tusks themselves and in a circle an inch from the tips and another circle two inches further down are the holy symbols of an entire phanteon of gods.
Tor isn't late to use the advantage of the partial blindedness on the vampires' part as he quickly leaps into a group of five, the tusks bearing down on one as the trunk swings like a heavy spiked club at another one, threatening to send him flying into the third. As he lands, he spin around and deliver a bone shattering kick at the shoulder of the fourth, all the while keeping an eye on all of his opponents.
IC: The first of scouts is killed by the silvery blades of two vampires. The second one avenges his comrade's death but is becoming overwhelmed quickly.
Tor hears howls in the distance and the marching of an army.
As the vampire in front og him had let down his guard, expecting Tor to fall to the bolts, Tor hit him straight in the face with the force to break his neck, caught the sword and threw it at another vampire, all the while stepping onto the two vampires that had been knocked down, one with his share of broken ribs, crushing them both under the wieght of his massive body.
To those outside the city, the sounds of the feral weres and the screams of the vampires must be nightmarish to behold. Indeed the sounds were only matched by the sights of the weres' viscious onslaught. Varcolac thought to himself.
The army of weres were a force to be dealt with before, but now they were fighting with new ferocity and completely unrestrained. The weres slobbered and snarled (even at each other) as they tore vampires apart. They faintly remembered their goal and who was friend or foe, but now they were compelled to complete these goals by an overwhelming instinct to hunt and kill the vampires.
What perhaps is overkill happens next. The elephant's 'song' trumpets throughout the city, destroying vampires and buildings in its immediate wake. In response, many of the werewolves howl in unison. The were army now fights with unmatched ferocity from the 'moon' and unmatched physical prowess from the 'song'.
~
Seeing how feral the army of werewolves have become, Kenny Dustmaker leaps from atop the wall to a nearby wall. He positions his crossbow to fire on any attackers and sits quiet and still. He had now problem with lycans but he knew his moon/sun grenade had an effect on them that could make them see him as prey. Normally he'd stay in the battle after his grenade, the elephant's trumpet was a destructive force and bolstered the lycans even more. The middle of a frenzied army of supercharged werewolves was no place for a single human, no matter how good he was.
Prince Varcolac retains his mind but allows his instincts to carry his freezing claws into every vampire in sight. He eyes his fellow weresthrough eyes that seem distant. His physical form tearing and biting and snarling through the vampire army, leaving shredded and barely recognizable statues of ice in his wake.
To those outside the city, the sounds of the feral weres and the screams of the vampires must be nightmarish to behold. Indeed the sounds were only matched by the sights of the weres' viscious onslaught. Varcolac thought to himself.
The army of weres were a force to be dealt with before, but now they were fighting with new ferocity and completely unrestrained. The weres slobbered and snarled (even at each other) as they tore vampires apart. They faintly remembered their goal and who was friend or foe, but now they were compelled to complete these goals by an overwhelming instinct to hunt and kill the vampires.
What perhaps is overkill happens next. The elephant's 'song' trumpets throughout the city, destroying vampires and buildings in its immediate wake. In response, many of the werewolves howl in unison. The were army now fights with unmatched ferocity from the 'moon' and unmatched physical prowess from the 'song'.
~
Seeing how feral the army of werewolves have become, Kenny Dustmaker leaps from atop the wall to a nearby wall. He positions his crossbow to fire on any attackers and sits quiet and still. He had now problem with lycans but he knew his moon/sun grenade had an effect on them that could make them see him as prey. Normally he'd stay in the battle after his grenade, the elephant's trumpet was a destructive force and bolstered the lycans even more. The middle of a frenzied army of supercharged werewolves was no place for a single human, no matter how good he was.
ENOUGH!
a shockwave of silver light explodes in the midst of the weres, killing many instantly.
a single warrior stands at the epicenter, his own troops cowering at the edge of the blast radius. he quickly dispatches any stragglers that survived inside the orb of pale light that still stands
Dekrarn whirls to face the new threat. He snarls and stocks towards him picking out Conrir, The Princes, Tor and other weres high on the pack order that will aid him against this clearly powerful foe.
the armored warrior points his katana at the oncoming were in preparation.
make it quick, welp, I have more imporntaint foes to kill. oh, they seem to be here to. how convinent.
conrir draws his sword and slowly approches the warrior.
The were has barely landed though before his trunk, covered in religiously marked spikes and barbs, sweeps down at his foe.
As soon as Tor starts to move his deadly trunk Dekrarn leaps. The vampire probably turned to face Tor in which case Dekrarn will be striking from the side and slightly behind. If he connects he grips with his clawed hands, digging in deep, and goes straight for the throat with his massive jaws.
the vampire's armored hand whips out to catch dekrarn and move him into the path of the elephant's trunk.
(instead of just saying "he attempts to" constantly, just assume the attacks are "attempts")
Dekrarn forgoing personall safety ites deep into the Vampires arm and uses all the strength and weight, not to mention his momentum, he can muster to force the vampire to the ground or atleast backwards.
He gives the warrior one last encouraging nod before charging the vampire, a sword of ice forming in his hand.