Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170514165540

(Welcome back, Sept!)

The initial strike was quite unexpected as the feral vampires begun to circle the castle far enough that they'd be safe from projectiles. Occasionaly, one got too close and hell rained down on from the city, killing the abnormally resistant creature.

"When they start flying, aim for the wings and ground them!", Tormund shouted to the marksmen.

The battle was looking much like a duel of patience when the 8 appeared. Eirearch and the 7 ancient Prowlers donning the pit-black heavy armor set.

Jakin could hear the whispers of fright coming from all humans within the city, generals and unblooded soldiers alike. His own thoughts betrayed him, when he admitted to himself that those 8 creatures would make him flee from battle.

The newly crowned King of Northpoint glanced over to his fellow King and saw the apprehensive look on Tormund's face.

"Is that him?", Jakin asked, pointing to the middle figure that towered above all else.

A nod was all that he got as answer.

...

"He is here...he will find me, brother and I won't be able to control myself.", Lisbeth hugged herself.

"Stop, Lisbeth. This is pathetic, you are my sister and you are much more powerful than any of those people... Your love for that traitor is a sickness and one that will be remedied.", Vladir spat, angrily, "It pains me to see you looking so ridiculous."

The vampiress felt the anger bubbling up inside her and almost lost control, "Fuck you, brother! It is not my fault that you became emotionally crippled all those aeons ago! Yes, I am powerful and even more than you, but I also have feelings that won't allow me to be this fucking bland. Forgive me for wanting something else in my life other than pitying myself into numbness!"

Vladir sighed, maintaining his cold, emotionless semblance.

"It was about time you heard some truths, brother! The truth is that you should've killed your friend instead of locking him up to teach a lesson! All of this is your fault and there is nothing you can do about it other than pout and look unpleased.", she continued, "Fuck off and die, Vladir. You've lived a miserable life for long enough!"

Duke Draluc raised his eyebrows, still keeping the 'unpleased' semblant, "Very well, good luck with your human lover, then."

The pale man turned around his heels, opened the door of the cabin which Balin had provided the duo with, and left without saying anything else.

...

People were dying. He did not cared.

"Bring him here.", Eirearch said, without turning his gaze from the city.

Two of his men nodded, went away briefly and returned dragging what looked like a corpse.

"Do you see that, Dulàn? Fear, blood, pain, despair. The humans cannot do anything against my children.", the skull-helmet muffled a bit of Eirearch's voice, which aided him into looking and sounding terrifying.

The corpse spat on the ground.

"Jussst kill me.", he whispered in an almost inaudible tone, spiting some more blood after.

"But where is the fun in that? Let's see if we can bring our kinsmen with your beloved presence. Bring him to me.", the General said.