Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170522011655

(Alright, to wrap up the storyline...)

The instability of the weather and the seas was something that Farruners were very much used to, but what was going on was beyond their usual storm.

The rift above the ship seemed to be closed, being only a thin line of blue light across the sky, much like a scar.

The vampires barely lost their cool, but the mortals begun to feel uneasy.

...

The vampire battling Balin and his two crewmen finally got the best on them and using the stormy weather to his aid, turned the ship towards a large rock formation in the middle of the sea.

Fiandrael glanced at the formation and immediately remembered her vision of Balin dying in that exact location, by the hands of a dreadful creature. Her vision was coming into realityand she panicked.

Without the farseer's aid, Baron and Tszaaz finally got into trouble, being knocked away from the ship by the much more powerful creature. The now battle-free vampire charged downstairs into the ship, finding itself in front of Lisbeth's door.

...

She felt everything, she knew he was there and there was nothing anyone could do. He was finally going to get her.

"By the Gods...", the once fearsome vampiress now looked like a scared little girl.

She screeched everytime whoever was on the other side of the door slammed into it, trying to get it open.

"NO!", she yelled, "NOOOOOO!"

Unfortunately, it was too late and Eirearch's second in command quickly dragged her out of the room.

...

Vladir felt his muscles giving up. He needed to do something as all was apparentely going nothing like planned.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Heard that?", Eirearch mocked, "It sounded like my bride-to-be just got h..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The vampire was interrupted when he was tossed aside by the swing of a sword to his temple, which knocked the skull helmet off of him and allowed everyone to face that pale semblant. The man donning the pit-black heavy armor was incredibly similar to the Duke, only 20 years younger. The heavy winds blew Eirearch's raven, long hair backwards and he smiled.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"So you are the one who thinks that my beloved belong to you.", the vampire turned to Jakin, who was seemingly feeling some kind of pain from what he had done to manage that headhit.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You will not get her! I won't let you!", the King of Northpoint yelled.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Jakin! No!", Lisbeth's voice could be heard shouting.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The three of them turned to see the redhaired woman being dragged by one of the vampires. Her red dress now all wet and bloodied from her struggle to run free.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Let her go!", Jakin charged against the vampire, ignoring Eirearch, who in turn failed to ignore the oblivious King and swiftly made a move to chop off Jakin's head.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He would've been successful, had his arm remain attached to his body. The sword-wielding arm lost momentum, but still managed to thrust the blade into Jakin's shoulder plate, sending the King into the ground. Eirearch growled in pain and attempted to grab his phantom limb.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You were a disappointment, my son.", Vladir let out, holding his sword over Eirearch's head.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He shoved the blade downwards and suddenly gasped, spitting blood. Vladir Draluc looked down and saw a sword trespassing him across the stomach.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"So were you, father... and now, allow me to finish thing up for you.", Eirearch got up and in one swift motion, pulled Jakin's sword off of his father, using the same momentum to swirl it horizontally and separate Vladir's trunk from his legs, "Farewell."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Jakin crawled away from the vampire in a foolish attempt to save his life. He saw Lisbeth crying, which was something he never thought possible, and it filled him with sadness knowing that he wasn't capable of doing anything to stop her.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I killed the false master of the vampires and now I will do the same to the false lover.", Eirearch laughed, using his only hand to hold Jakin's sword, "To top that I'll even use your sword, false lover! Isn't it ironic?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Before the General of the Vampires could do good to his word, he was tossed aside once again only this time he was not the only one. The ship crashed into the rocks, sending a couple of vampires into the water alongside a couple of Cobra Knights.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Geel could feel it coming and he readied himself for the impact, both physical and mystical.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Balin was standing near the edge of his ship when it crashed, so the Prince was sent flying into the rock formation. The vampire who fought him, manages to keep balance and quickly followed the prince onto the rocks so he could finish the battlw once and for all.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Fiandrael yelled, terrified. Ignoring everyone around her, she jumped to follow Balin and the vampire, landing roughly and breaking her left foot when she met the ground. The elven girl crawled, desperated that the love of her life would meet his end as she foresaw.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Tormund could barely comprehend everything going on around him. Vladir's death, his son's life in immediate danger and Lisbeth's cry were amongst the last things he inteded to see that day. He saw Jakin once again about to be killed and all that the Giant King could think of was 'Why me? I am good.'.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Tormund!", Azaron yelled, trying to get the King out of his trance, "We fucking need you! Unleash your might, King of the Seas!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">It was enough. The Toreau shouted, thunderously and charged against the Vampire General. The two of them were very similar, physically, but Tormund still had both of his arms and was able to easily toss Eirearch away from the ship. Seeing what happened, the vampire who was holding Lisbeth ran towards the King of Farrun only to finally meet its end.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Lisbeth! Take Jakin and get the fuck out of here! GO!", he ordered and was obeyed without any objections from either of the two lovers.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Lis turned into a bestial vampire, easily grabbed Jakin and begun to fly towards the city and the castle.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Tormund turned around, now facing the rock formation and his own son in danger, which made him miss the second flying figure that rose after Lisbeth.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Fiandrael cried, yelled and attempted everything she could to climb where the unconscious Balin was about to be killed.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"That is it. I am helpless to help the ones I love the most...", she confessed to herself, remembering what happened to her mother.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She lowered her head so she couldn't see the vampire delivering the final blow, but suddenly a few small stones began to hover.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"What on Nirn...", she let out, looking up once again and seeing the colossal rift that opened above them. She saw the vampires being sucked into it as it was large enough that it reached the skies of the city.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A spark of hope entered her heart and she mustered enough courage to turn her face towards where Balin and the vampire were moments ago, seeing that her beloved had wakened and crawled away from the vampire. The vampire laughed, fighting against the suction of the rift and succeeding while he approached the fallen Prince.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You die now!", the horrid creature chuckled.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"NOOOOOOOO!", Fiandrael yelled, feeling a sudden rush of magic, which she aimed and released towards the vampire.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The white stream of pure magic flew across the air and accurately met its target, making the vampire become limp as if he had turned into a ragdoll and allowing the rift's suction to successfuly claim another victim.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The elven girl smiled before everything went dark and she fell face first into the rocks.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Lisbeth flew as fast as she could, knowing that Jakin didn't had much time left. She attempted to focus, fighting against the rift. The altmer told her and her brother what they needed to do so they wouldn't be sucked in as well, but now all she had was her own will and strength.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She was so focused on accomplishing the task that she failed to realize Eirearch's presence, making it easy for the one-armed vampire to pull Jakin away from her after a hard bodyslam.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You are mine, Auntie!", Eirearch laughed, maniacally, "You will be my bride and I'll use your power to conquer all lands for the vampires! We are the higher race, can't you see that?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">They were both flying still, studying each other.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Give him to me, Eirearch. I don't want anything to do with you...you killed my brother! Your own father!", the vampiress yelled.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"So, if he still lives, then you still have will to fight, eh?", Eirearch ignored Lisbeth's remark about Vladir, "All I have to do it this, then..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He let Jakin go, plummeting down into his certain death and waited Lisbeth to fly and save the King of Northpoint. It was then that he saw an unexpected smirk onto Lisbeth's face, a smirk that only her victims knew and that Eirearch had never seen before. The vampiress, instead of flying in aid of her beloved, flew towards her hatred nephew, using all of her might to send him rocketing towards the rift.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Farewell, nephew! Drop dead!", she let out after seeing the despair in Eirearch's eyes when the rift swallowed him. Without much delay, Lisbeth speed up downwards towards the falling King, ignoring the pain of her bruises, the pain of the cold wind going against her skin at such high speed. As Jakin approached the ground below, Lisbeth realized that she wouldn't be able to save him, he was going too fast and there wasn't time for her to match his speed and slow him down. Jakin would die.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I am sorry, my love.", she whispered to herself when she finally caught up to him and bit herself, forcing the wound into Jakin's mouth before twisting his neck herself.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The two bodies landed with a muffled thud and anyone near the crater that formed itself could hear a low cry and "Sorry." being whispered several times, non-stopping.