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Post by Kyrea on Apr 13, 2009 17:46:32 GMT -5
Kyrea was barely moving, even at her best efforts, her body was simply too drained to be able to move very fast at all, at this rate she was never going to make it back home in time to evade the sun that was due to rise shortly. The gashes on her arms and chest from the attacks made upon her flesh were not healing and she was as well, bleeding out. She needed to find a place to rest where she would be safe enough until light came and the danger would be null and void, for the other vampires could not walk in the light of day. Of curse, at this rate, her strength definitely would not hold up to the strenuous act of changing to walk in the sun so she would be forced to stay wherever it was she found refuge until night fell. The blood loss she was not concerned about, she’d gone days without feeding in the past and so knew it would not kill her, though it definitely was not good for her either.
She looked up and saw a figure riding towards her, she knew instantly who it was and at first she cursed under her breath for his returning to seek her out, but she was also very grateful that he had at the same time. It was sometimes a good thing that men had that sense of pride, and who was she to berate him in the first place for doing so, after what she just assumed to pull off on her own without thought of how she was to escape her own destruction. She was just thankful that he had at least stayed away long enough to not get caught up in that destruction.
The small queen took the offered hand and made herself as comfortable as she could behind the human, her hands holding to either side of his waist as he turned the horse around once more and pointed them in the right direction. She did not say a word after he had spoken, the energy would have been wasted, instead she quickly grabbed up the reigns and allowed the horse to continue at his present speed toward the other side of the city, it was after all, more or less a straight shot to the upper part of Celesta from where they started all they needed to do was follow the road. So, with reigns in one hand and her other resting on the human to steady him as the horse moved on, they made their way through the streets until the mansion came into view.
As predicted, Drannis was still out and manning the gate, his large form towering in the darkness behind the bars. At first, the hounds began to bark and growl at their approach, the smell of blood and an unknown human in their midst working them into a frenzy until, they caught wind of their true master when they began to whine and wag their tails happily at her presence as Drannis opened the gate quickly to admit the wounded trio.
Kyrea looked evenly into the eyes of her human family member and protector as she rode into the yard. “Drazen.” She stated one word and one word only and that was all that needed to be said and the great man understood the state of things, though it definitely did nothing to ease the look of mingled anger and concern on the large mans’ face. He was not shocked nor was he in the least curious about the human rider she had in the saddle before her. Kyrea was known for committing great feats to save lives before. His eyes did wander down to the side of the horse and when he noticed his injury he growled slightly, to this Kyrea raised a brow as it was perhaps the firs time in a very long time, she’d even heard him so much as breath.
Drannis allowed the horse to carry the two up to the door to the mansion and that was where he first, plucked the human from the saddle, giving Kyrea a glare that told her to wait for him there. She didn’t argue and the moment the human was carried away and into her home, she leaned forward on the horse and patted him on the neck as well. “You’ve done a great job, please allow this man to aid you.” She said softly to him before Drannis came back out to fetch her as well. “Take him to the sable and be sure he gets everything he needs, he’s done more than any animal should have had to do this night.” Kyrea told Drannis, though she knew she did not have to say anything, she felt she had to be certain he would worry about the animal before he worried about her. She received a nod from the great man as he entered the grand home and wound his way through the twisting halls until he planted her on a soft chair near the sleeping human on the couch.
The human was already being sewn up when Kyrea was seated next to him. The nimble fingers of the quiet one she knew only as Sarah attending to his wounds. Kyrea made a soft smile at her as she worked, this vampire the little queen knew to have had been a nurse before her turn into the un-dead life and she knew he would be in good hands. There was quite a stir n her house at that moment and Kyrea looked around and smiled at all that were present. “Be certain the curtains are all drawn, there will be no light gracing this place today.” She stated and they nodded and all began to close the mansion up for the first time in many years.
There were whispers moving through their minds and she could hear their concern as well their anger at what had transpired. Kyrea called one of the girls over to her, “Draw me a bath and lay out a change of clothes in the downstairs washroom.” She told her, the ones she wore were tattered torn and most uncomfortable. At that thought she looked over at the now, bare cheated human and sighed. “Go into ‘his’ room and fetch the human something suitable as well, he will want to bathe and change when he is able.” She told the female who inclined her head. “Yes my Queen.” Was the simple reply as she disappeared around the corner to do what she was ordered.
Kyrea waited for the return of the girl who she’d given task to, all the while she watched the other attend to the human a soft smile coming to her lips. The creatures under her roof were something to be proud of and she knew it. The second approached and told her that her bath was ready as she laid out a set of fine clothes for their guest. Kyrea knew it would be a while before the human would awaken. He was now all sewn up and freshly bandaged, his boots settled next to the couch and his leg had as well been attended and so she slowly got up from her chair and moved out of the room.
After she had bathed and re-dressed, Kyrea made it back to the chair she had previously been brought to and sat back into it and closed her eyes then fell into a fitful sleep, the other vampires had gone to their rooms for the day. Kyrea’s wounds had closed up for the most part by then and though they were not fully healed as of yet, they would be in time, all the vampire needed was rest, her natural quick healing would take care of her.
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Post by Odin on Apr 13, 2009 23:51:07 GMT -5
Odin had just returned to the necromancers’ crypt after a good night out at the clubs where he drank and danced all night before retreating without any decent women to woo; they had all been typically attractive, yet shallow and intellectually unimpressive that night; something that happened all too often for the womanizer’s liking. The ground had shaken violently and there usually weren’t earthquakes in the Celesta City area. There had been an audible ‘bang’ to go along with the shake, and Odin had a sickening feeling in his gut the moment it all transpired. He hadn’t drank that much, he thought, and he had filled himself with plenty of water; he knew how drinking went, especially for a man who’s nature had him slowly decaying before he was even dead. As he was busy being curious, Odin swiftly got terribly dizzy and fell unconscious.
When he woke only minutes later, he knew exactly what the feeling was, even though he didn’t know how he knew; something was wrong with Kyrea – she was somehow in very grave danger. He knew nothing of the fact she was a magic user as well as vampire queen, or that that was what made her a magic user. He could feel where it happened though, and he immediately rolled over and fell out of the light, landing in the shadow within the small crater created by the devastation.
As he clambered to his feet, Odin looked around and didn’t see the vampire queen, to whom he was so attached by blood bond. He saw only the mangled bodies of what used to be vampires – he could sense that much about them; vampires were undead after all and he was a necromancer. It was his nature to know these things. He didn’t have to think too long before the sense of the direction Kyrea had gone in pointed itself out to him, and he abruptly headed that way.
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Post by Titus on Apr 13, 2009 23:51:51 GMT -5
Titus had been sleeping when it happened; a massive distortion in the supernatural fabric of the wind. He had studied the element more than three thousand years and in that time had become so in tune with it that nothing of it could get passed the ancient master mage’s senses. He hadn’t heard or felt the shock of what Kyrea had done, nor did he have the slightest idea that it was her who had done it. What Titus knew was that a massive force of will had taken place and it had erupted with great force. It was the master mage’s responsibility to find out what happened.
Whether that had been a white mage fending off an attack or a dark mage showing themselves off, Titus needed to make certain he got the situation under control. The situation would not have left much time for meandering, so Titus knew he wouldn’t have time to make his way down the ninety nine flights of steps and all the way out to the ancient sector of the Celesta graveyards – he felt that was where this had happened.
Titus threw off his covers and had managed enough awareness to throw on the robe he kept on a coat rack near his bed rather than make off with nothing on. Clothed then in his big brown robe, Titus ran up the hundredth flight of stairs onto the roof of the tower and continued running until his feet drove right off the top of the tower. With his hands out beside him, Titus had summoned the wind to flow beneath and all about him, carrying him in the direction of the great disruption. Flying was no easy thing, but he had known the winds for all those millennia and he had been in a rather big hurry. The urgency of the matter had also provided him with enough rush to make such a feat second nature; he was far beyond greatly powerful after all.
Titus landed down swiftly in the devastated clearing just in time to block the path of a dark young man making a hastily purposeful retreat from the space. This boy was obviously not a mage white or dark; Titus felt the death in him, he was a necromancer. The old master mage turned his head and took in a deep breath in greatly disturbed wonder. Necromancers should not be tolerated he thought, but this man had obviously not reeked this havoc and he seemed to have a distinct destination in mind. What did a necromancer have to do with all this?
“Demon,” the master mage addressed the young necromancer with a taste of scorn, “what do you know of this and what do you have to do with it?” Titus was no fooling around with formalities; this was a gravely serious matter and a necromancer would never have merited his manners to begin with. The pressing questions were in fact the only things keeping Titus from acting against the dark artist who’s path was blocked by the larger body of the master white mage.
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Post by Odin on Apr 13, 2009 23:52:36 GMT -5
Odin noticed the man flying down towards him from ahead and shook his head as he continued to stare straight towards his destination. With his path cut off then by the obviously more powerful man, Odin stopped dead in his tracks and stared the man down. “I don’t know much and I have nothing to do with it.” He answered shortly and rudely with his aggressive tone. “I’m going to find Kyrea, to make sure she’s alright.”
Without waiting for any form of response and being oblivious to the fact that Titus would know who Kyrea was, Odin started moving again and gave the master mage a shove, walking right past him. Odin did know who Titus was; it was fairly obvious by how he maneuvered his element; even if Odin hadn’t known what the man looked like – the white master mage was something of a celebrity after all, especially to users of any magical art. “You can come along I guess, so long as you don’t go noble on me and lock me or her up.” He was walking away but yelled behind himself. The sun was starting to rise, and a little light had seeped onto the scene.
Odin could feel the direction Kyrea had gone, but with such an intense feeling of weakness filling his gut, he couldn’t sense exactly where so shadow walking wouldn’t have done him very much good. He walked determinedly towards the mansion, all the while not having any idea where the mansion was. It turned out ironically, that he ended up following the feeling in his gut to an enormous estate not too unlike and not too far from the one he had grown up in. the determined young necromancer paid little attention to the hounds in the yard, simply tossing them a glance of death in his eyes that shut them all up and had them all turning tail.
“Drannis what happened?” He asked abruptly after barging through the front door of the mansion and seeing Kyrea’s hulking bodyguard glaring back at him. There was no answer from the anomalously giant man, only a hard stare and a low growl.
“I don’t wanna hear it Drannis, what happened?” he asked again, but again to no different an answer. Odin shook his head and walked directly over to where Kyrea was past out on a sofa chair. Knowing she would obviously need her rest, Odin simply knelt down next to his blood mate and held her hand in his and waited for her to eventually wake.
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Post by Titus on Apr 13, 2009 23:53:17 GMT -5
Titus was shocked to hear it had been Kyrea that the necromancer was looking for. The fact that a necromancer would be seeking out his sweet new friend was more shocking than the realization that that probably meant that she had done all this. There had been bodies of vampires split and strewn about all over, which seemed peculiar if that was Kyrea’s doing. He wasn’t aware of course, of the rift in the vampire culture.
After being shoved and passed by the presuming young necromancer, Titus regained his composure and turned to follow. He honestly didn’t know what to say to all this; he was following a dark arts practitioner to find and care to the vampire queen. Never in his more than three thousand years would Titus have ever thought he would be doing such a thing. It was the only way to find the answers he was looking for though, and since he found out Kyrea was responsible his worry had greatened. Had it been anyone else, the master mage would still feel responsible to ensure everyone’s safety but knowing it was Kyrea, he also felt compelled.
This was a great new friend of his the whole ordeal had been involving and he began to worry on a more personal level. He didn’t say anything else to Odin though; not even so much as to get an introduction. Titus had always tried to be accepting of people for who and not what they were, but a necromancer was so closely tied to death and darkness that he honestly didn’t even feel he wanted to know the man’s name for fear he might dignify him by using it.
Once they reached the mansion, Titus suddenly realized that he hadn’t have needed the dark young man to find the place, though he thought too, that there would have been no way for him to know that Kyrea had made it back home and he wondered how in fact, the necromancer knew.
Titus received a warmer welcome from the gigantic guard of the queen. “Hello young Drannis.” The master mage nodded with his welcome and offered a feigned smile, to which he received a feigned one in return. Titus then followed the young man to find Kyrea seated asleep in her chair, and he too for lack of wanting to wake her, simply stood at her side and waited.
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Post by Kyrea on Apr 14, 2009 15:34:55 GMT -5
It would be an hour before Kyrea stirred in her fitful sleep. The vampire Queen however did eventually open her eyes slowly; her mind taking a moment to even register that her hand was being held or that anyone, other than Drannis was even in the house. She looked around, wincing at the effort it took just to simply wake herself at that moment. Her entire body was soar and her head still ached severely. The wounds she had sustained had still not healed all the way and though they were not bleeding at the moment, she could feel each and every one of them, they being many more than what she had originally thought. She simply was not used to feeling pains like this, very unaccustomed in fact and she most definitely did not think she would like to go through this again any time soon.
After a moment of a mental physical inspection of her situation she gasped and turned to her left to find Odin kneeling beside her, holding her hand and she smiled softly at him, almost lovingly to be exact. Then after she had looked at and given Odin a smile, she turned to her right and saw Titus standing at her side as well and she looked up at him with a soft smile that turned to wince almost immediately as her head screamed at her momentarily. She raised a hand up to Titus and touched his arm softly and then allowed that hand to slowly retreated back to her lap as her eyes now searched out and found those of Drannis watching her as well. She offered him another soft smile which he returned, the look of concern never leaving his face however as he had never seen Kyrea in this state and he certainly was not happy about it. Her eyes now moved over to the still sleeping man on the couch and she sighed though the sound was one of relief if nothing more that he was ok, or at least he wasn’t dead, and he had been taken well care of and to this she smiled as she then shifted slightly to lean over towards Odin and rest her head next to his on the arm of the chair.
“Hi….” She said to all of them in general and gave another wince as her body made a little spasm with all the movement she had just made. “How? When did you two arrive?” She asked without moving again as her eyes closed. She knew how Odin knew where to find her, but hadn’t the slightest clue as to how Titus had arrived to the conclusion it had been her that had created such a disturbance. Though she was certainly glad he was there.
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Post by Odin on Apr 14, 2009 23:21:43 GMT -5
It had been a quiet hour – Odin seeming unwelcome among the people in the room. The whit master mage, Titus Augustus had shown obvious distaste for Odin; likely for being a necromancer alone. Drannis was still pulling the protective big brother, keeping a hard stare on the young man who had been caught carousing the large man’s charge. Vampires never did tend to be too warm towards necromancers either; something about the nature of necromancy controlling undead, Odin was quite certain. He had been lucky that Kyrea had obviously not felt that way and Drannis so clearly respected her will.
When Kyrea woke, Odin’s head rose from the waking slump it had been in for most of the time, choosing not to look around at the eyes that all were busy hating him while they waited. He grinned up at Kyrea and kissed her on the forehead as she spoke. “Hi, are you alright?” Odin asked without waiting for a smooth transition from hello. She seemed to be in pretty rough shape considering her superhuman attributes. If a regular person had been looking that way, they’d probably be long dead. For Kyrea to look that bad off, she must have been seriously hurt.
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Post by Titus on Apr 14, 2009 23:41:04 GMT -5
Titus had gotten lost in his own mind among the hour-long silence that had filled the room. He hadn’t known what to say to the necromancer; he didn’t really even feel that he should dignify the man with speech at all. Titus had gone through too many dark ages with the evil influence of necromancers to have any tolerance left for those death disgracing vermin.
He had wondered hard on how it was Kyrea was tied to this man; he had always thought it would be awkward enough for a vampire to even accept the masters of death. Then again, he hadn’t ever expected the vampire queen to be a sweet knowledge-seeking woman either. Some things seemed odd, and obviously Kyrea was keeping some odd company.
“What happened?” Titus almost demanded, though still in a clearly concerned manner. His haste may have seemed cold, but he had noticed Kyrea started to heal. She was clearly a tough woman, and was in a good spot. As much as Titus had been concerned for Kyrea, and still disliked the idea of her harm, he knew with some confidence that she would be all right.
Since she was awake though, the old master mage figured she may use some help healing. Titus knelt down, giving the necromancer across from him a hard glare before looking back to Kyrea. She still looked in terrible shape. “I didn’t want to interfere with your natural attributes.” Titus explained himself, realizing a long time had passed where someone may have thought he should have helped heal her already. Healing magic was a dangerous thing for undead though; it could accelerate harm if there was supernatural decay involved and Kyrea was in fact undead. Healing her state while she slept and her body tried to heal its self could have been devastating. There was far less risk if she was awake to conceive her own vampire attributes.
Titus placed his hands on Kyrea and a white glow seemed to weld his palms to her skin; white magic, which was the root of concern for a vampire. “I followed the… soul talker.” Titus had tried to use the least degrading nickname for a necromancer when referring to the dark apprentice. He seemed to be close with Kyrea, which was confusing and yet eerily endearing. He didn’t like it, but he tried still to give a chance to Kyrea’s judgement.
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Post by Kyrea on Apr 15, 2009 1:34:28 GMT -5
Kyrea answered Odin with a smile though kept her eyes closed. “I feel like I’ve been run over by a heard of cattle with large hooves.” She replied with a quirky statement ending with a groan as she tried to laugh. And as he kissed her on the forehead she smiled softly again and raised her hand slightly to run a finger through his unruly locks before she put it back on her lap again.
When Titus spoke, she turned her head slightly in his direction and even sat up slightly in her chair and opened her eyes to look at him as he began to kneel in front of her. “It’s a long story. I can only tell my side, until the human wakes, I fear not all the pieces will be put together.” She replied and then winced slight as Titus began to heal her, at first the magic he used giving her quite the burning sensation, but she counted it, it was working to close her wounds for her, even if it couldn’t do much else, that alone was perhaps the biggest part, once they were healed, her body could focus on the remainder of the healing it had to do within itself.
The vampire Queen wished for all that was, she could simply say his name and they would know, as Drannis had, but she knew she would have to explain further than that. Would perhaps even have to give a short vampire history lesson so that at least Titus would understand the name Drazen.
Kyrea growled slightly then and jerked her hands back from Titus. “Enough.” She said shaking them slightly, her anger coming back as she thought how to answer that one seemingly simple question of what happened.
“I am sorry Titus, thank you so much my dear friend,” She then stated, giving him a light kiss on the cheek and then sat back into the large chair again, this time her eyes set on the floor behind Titus, light blue in color as she thought about the night before, but suddenly, those simple light blue orbs flicked and turned iridescent with a flash of further anger and her head snapped up despite the slight throb it gave her to do so, it went ignored.
“And his name is Odin.” She then stated in Odin’s defense, giving both Drannis and Titus a look that showed them both she was not pleased with the way they had been behaving in the least. “Yes he is a Necromancer and yes he likes women however, like it or not, he belongs here just as much as either of you do so stop hating him for what he is, and start learning to like him for who he is.” She then growled a sound that came from deep within as her near glowing orbs snapped between the both of them. “I am surprised at BOTH of you.” She then snapped. “Judging a man by his cover, judging him before you even know who he is!” She then actually raised her voice and then growled again. “You…” She turned her eyes on Drannis. “You I KNOW are better than this, and I was willing to let the first day slide as you didn’t know, but you do now, you know everything as STILL you treat him as though he were some low-life scum that had crawled in under your nose. The simple fact that he is here NOW should prove you wrong if nothing else has.” She growled and then turned her head towards Titus. “And YOU…” She took a steady breath. “I just don’t’ know what to say Titus, what would you have thought of me, had you known for certain I was vampire and never spoken to me? Would you look at me from the top of you nose as you do him?” She asked, a note hurt in her voice this time. “I would have thought you would be beyond judgmental decision of this nature without knowing facts first.” She stated quite honestly her voice quite this time, shaking, but n o longer with anger. “Yet, here you are, treating Odin like he was pond scum.” She was shaking now and did indeed look hurt at the way both her friends were acting. “I love both of you very much.” She then stated, looking between Titus and Drannis. “Do you realize how much it hurts that either of you would treat someone I hold dear to me in such a manner?” She asked as tears rimmed her eyes and she turned her head away from them both to look over at Odin, biting her lower lip to keep from letting those tears fall. “I am so sorry Odin, I had no idea either of them would treat anyone in this manner and I hope I didn’t embarrass you, I just…” She left it hanging and then closed her eyes against the pain she felt as if she were swallowing it as when she opened her eyes again, she smiled lightly and looked around.
“Well, now that I got that out, and before we get started as to what happened, I need a drink. Drannis love, will you please..” But before she could finish, Drannis was off in the direction of the kitchen; his head hung a bit lower than it usually was.
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Post by Titus on Apr 15, 2009 23:00:00 GMT -5
Titus listened to Kyrea’s response and thought hard on it. She was obviously quite upset, though he had actually tried to be as nice as he could to the necromancer. He could have called him the hell breather, instead of soul speaker. The old mage had known many names to call necromancer from his more than three thousand years of experiences with them; none of those experiences had ever been good ones.
Under normal circumstances, Titus would have looked to take care of such a dark arts presence on the scene. That night had been different though; the master mage had needed information, then found out it was a friend involved. Titus had met fair-minded vampires before, many even; vampires were for all intensive purposes, a race. Lycans were diseased and again, the old mage had met many good-hearted ones before. Necromancers though, had all made the conscious decision to practice the darkest of arts.
“I’ve been fair enough with Odin.” Titus almost winced at the acknowledgement of the man’s name. “Consider my responsibility towards what the man chooses to do with his life.” He was sorry he had offended Kyrea, but he honestly believed the man, Odin, was a product of his own evil. It had been the necromancer’s own choice that had made him what he was after all.
Since the waking of the old mage’s vampire friend, Titus had suddenly realized that the whole hour had gone by while he was waiting for Kyrea to wake when he could have, should have been tending to the human - mortal - wounded man. Titus was ancient and wise, but he was not perfect and he had just shown how distracted he still could be.
Without another word about the necromancer, Titus turned and walked to the couch where he silently tended to the unconscious human man, healing his wounds with the white light that seemed to weld his hands to the skin of his human patient.
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Post by Ammodytes on Apr 16, 2009 11:55:34 GMT -5
"And when all men shall see the same, when none will disagree, then the world will know peace! When the warriors will stand with weak and the talented will help the unskilled, when the thieves will give back what they stole, and the assassins will throw down their daggers, then all shall be pleasant, all shall be calm..."....
Nereis murmured these words slowly as the energy from the mage started to fill his body. The young man had memorised these lines since he was a child. They were from one of the books he read from his fathers library.
His words were so weak that only a very sharp ear could hear them. When his eyes opened bright colours rushed through his sight. There was a warm feeling flooding his body, nothing like he had ever felt before. He lifted his right hand and saw the bones mending and the fingers turning from blue to pink. All over him, wounds and pain vanished, leaving only small scars that would remind him later of these events.
He raised his body and pointed his eyes at the mage with awe. He wanted to say many things but he couldn't focus. Finally he shook his head and started to speak with a calm voice, as the energy stopped flowing into his body.
"Am I...alive?"
It only took him a few seconds to tell from the curious eyes of the people in the room to realise that he was indeed alive.
He turned his head and saw the lady being surrounded by servants and friends. The young man was filled with relief, he placed his head down again and sighed.
He wasn't in full knowledge as to what had happened and realising that he was in a totally strange place he asked the first thing that could possibly come to his mind now:
"Where am I?"
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Post by Titus on Apr 16, 2009 18:43:12 GMT -5
Titus faintly heard the voice of the man beneath his hands. With some attention, the old mage was able to decipher what he was saying. It was a quote he recognized from a rather old book; one that few had likely read. Titus smiled faintly but warmly at the saying, and patted the young man lightly on the shoulder as the healing was done. It had taken some time and energy, but the mage’s patient should be in proper order.
“No, young man.” Titus began with a soft, teasing smile. “You have died and this is heaven’s welcoming gate.” He was certain the stereotypical gag wouldn’t get by the man, or at least he hoped, but he had thought it an amusing notion to entertain.
With the man healed, Titus stood again and took a deep breath, regaining some energy. The man had been quite severely injured, and healing magic was quite ancient and could sometimes only be expected to do so much. The old mage had done more than usual that night, and felt somehow that he was out of shape, magically speaking.
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Post by Odin on Apr 16, 2009 19:27:06 GMT -5
Odin stood up and laughed. “Unlikely, old mage.” He shook his head. “If that guy died and woke up to see us with him, he’d most likely be in hell.” The young necromancer casually strode over towards the mage and the human man while he mused. “Despite the lavish surroundings, which should actually be figurative of the sins vanity and pride as opposed to the humility and selfless insight that are cornerstones of the holy divine.” Odin smirked as he looked Titus in the eyes, then standing right in front of him as he laid out the error in the master mage’s quip.
“Contrary to popular belief, heaven shouldn’t be the extravagant scenario people make it out to be; that would completely contradict the very principles of what it is to be righteous.” Odin laughed again, then put one hand on Titus’ shoulder. “This guy is surrounded by vampires, who’ve had their righteous mortality stolen from them, and I know beyond any doubt that I am bound for hellfire and eternal damnation. You must have done some nasty stuff Titus; if this guy is dead, you’re in Hell.”
Odin harbored no hard feelings at the way the master mage obviously felt about him. He knew what he was doing with his life and he knew what that was to the master of white mages. Odin never really did care what other people thought of him, so Titus was just one more of those people. Like all the people who’s opinion didn’t matter to the necromancer, Odin was perfectly indifferent to Titus.
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Post by Kyrea on Apr 16, 2009 20:54:57 GMT -5
Kyrea held back a smile, barely at Odins’ quip about this being heaven. “I can accept Haven but heaven? “ She laughed fully then no longer being able to hold it back. It felt good to do so too, she honestly needed a good laugh and just at that time was when Drannis entered the room carrying a large silver tray frill of glasses and a picture of water along with a rather dark glass that, after he had placed the tray on the table in the center of the room, he brought to Kyrea and handed it to her.
Kyrea looked up at Drannis who offered her a smile and then leaned down and kissed the Queen’s forehead. Kyrea drank deeply from that dark glass, and in a very short time, she finished it off and then laughed again. “Nope, not likely to get that in heaven.” She stated giving Odin a wink. “And Titus, Odin, Odin, Titus.” Now we all know one another, save for the newest member of this odd congregation.” Kyrea then stated quite honestly. “Well, we have all been introduced, at the very least.” She corrected herself.
There was still something about Kyrea that was different, very different than usual, Odin should be able to pick it up easily enough that she was putting on quite the show, as to rather Titus would or not was yet to be seen, Drannis however did take note as he gave his little Queen a sideways glance but then turned and instead of pressing the situation, thinking perhaps she had her reasons for hiding just now, took a seat on one of the other chair in the drawing room.
“Have a seat Titus, I am certain that this is going to take a while and a lot of explanation and story telling before we are finished here, and it would pain me if you stood the entire time and did not take my hospitality as you would always have, had the circumstances been different.” She then stated quite evenly but with a friendly smile, her light blue orbs watching him as he stood from the human he’d just finished healing.
Her eyes now settled on the human on the couch and a small smile turned up the corners of her lips. “Hi.” She stated quite simple. “Kyrea, Kyrea Shaw.” She stated as she stood then and walked over to his side, offering him her hand as she knelt beside his resting place. “And you are in my home, and no it is far from heaven, though it has been called as such by many a living creature in its time.” She then stated with an even and quite honest tone to her voice.
She felt she should get the formalities out of the way before they began their regaling of the nights past happening to the listeners that were very eager to know what was going on, as well their own selves. Kyrea had plenty to ask as well of this human.
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Post by Ammodytes on Apr 17, 2009 16:51:59 GMT -5
A deep confusion struck Nereis, one that sunk into his heart and managed to pull out slight signs of fear.
Among the strangers in the room, one said that there were vampires here and that he himself was damned to hellfire. Nereis had just met vampires the night before and all he understood from the bloody struggle was that they have nothing to do with compassion. Looking around he realized that all the curtains were down, sunlight wasn't allowed to come in and cleanse the undead. This made him nervous and his eyes started to roll through the room as the others were talking.
All the tension made him sweat. He raised his body and became alert, only the name "Titus" made him come back to a calm condition. A mage named Sky had told him about about a "Master Titus", the great mage that had placed the foundation of the white tower. Looking up at the old man he realized that he didn't have the appearance of darkness, but a pure form and a very charismatic stature. He knew it was this man that had healed his wounds and therefore he had to be safe if the White Mage was here.
- “Kyrea, Kyrea Shaw.”- the young man heard from his left side. He turned his head with a surprised face, only to see the familiar face of the lady that had saved his life.
He gazed at her with awe, her dreadful wounds from the night before had all but vanished, and from between her smiling lips he could see the edges of sharp canines, similar to the ones that had pierced his neck some hours ago.
It took him some time to realize that she had extended a friendly hand. He lowered his eyes and took a long stare at it as he couldn't decide what to do. His right hand shook with two spasms before he reached out and grabbed her hand firmly. He lowered his head and kissed the upper part of her fingers. As he raised his head he detached his hand gently from hers and lost himself into her eyes.
"I am Nereis...Son of Algokhalmin" he spoke with a trembling voice.
"Are you a Vampire?" He asked with pleading eyes. He turned around and asked aloud:
"Are you all vampires?"
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