The Ones of Blood

[Angelus]

Jake

As soon as Jake walked out of the inn he was almost run down by a group of people on horse back. He watched the group closely, trying to figure out just who they were and hoped that they were some slayers as this town was in desperate need of them. He was only an assistant and already he had been attacked more than once and had killed one vampire by himself, making himself a target.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Lilly-anna

Lilly-Anna watched Jake cross the street. She knew that one all to well, and knew what her was capable of. In the back of her mind she was a little saddened that he would have to die, he was a good looking young man.

The slayers were a sight that was hard to miss, odd though that they had chosen this night to show up in such numbers and force. Still, she trust that her Mistress would make sure nothing went wrong tonight.

She lifted her skirts and stepped up onto the front porch of the bordello house. She was hoping tonight would not be to busy, she had much more important matters to attend to.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Lava Goddess: They're part vampire. But mostly demon. They're only goal in their "lives" is to simply travel and kill. They kill everything but the kids, who they train to be their descendants. They are about as good as a warrior comes. They also have very powerful shadow, fire, and death magic, although it depends on rank and talent. They feed by spilling blood. They do not actually bring it into their systems, but are nourished by blood, destruction and death.

IC: The Slayers rode into a new city. "Ahhh. Finally, a fortress that we might rule from", growled what appeared to be the leader. "We will feast soon. Their blood and deaths should feed us all", he continued.

 

[Neale]

Father Sean O'Toole

The young priest was very excited, but not for any reason related to his true duties... Tonight, he was to perform for the King, himself! Of late, he had found himself spending more and more time working on what was only to be a cover for his true duty, ministering to the needs of the few loyal Catholics who remained in the area, in secret. Compared to the thrill of performing in front of an audience of nobles, taking a secret confession was a very tame thing, indeed.

Carefully, he arranged his costume for the performance... After all, his Irish good-looks and amazing voice were gifts from God! 'Twould be a sin to not look and sing his very best, for all that!

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: On a side-note: There are only rumors about the Slayers. The reason: Nobody has ever escaped alive to tell about them.

 

[Rockingham]

Ooc: How noble can demons who go around the countryside and kill anyone who is there, and take children from their beds to train into demonic killers be? I am sorry, it just seems like an oxymoron to me. They are noble, and they destroy everything that they come in contact with?



Rockingham placed the washcloth into the soapy water. The stains on the walls had already begun to dry. He was in a fight for time with the blood. From the looks of it already, he was losing. The drops left rings without centers, that gave him hideous pictures of that leg kicking desperately up into the air. He waved past a moment of nasuea and continued. The cold water felt good to his hands. At least he felt the water. He was in a great despair not able to help and comfort that poor man more. He thought himself to be inhuman for what he did.
Rockingham took the bucket outside after he was finished. The moon shone brightly down, what a beautiful night. If it were only a little warmer he might stay out here awhile, and admire the starry night sky. He couldn't do that though, there was a lame man inside his house, and he might catch a chill. The bucket water, now a dull pinkish, trickled down into his lawn. Rockingham made sure it was all gone before setting the bucket back on it's place near his well. That man would need a lot of water in the next few days.
Back inside, he was still sleeping peacefully. The opium was working strong. The best medicine in the world, if it wasn't for that, Rocky didn't think the man would be alive right now. He would have to take some more in a couple of hours, but until then he had nothing to do.
Sleep was impossible. The night's terror had drawn sleep out of him. Instead he drew one of his heavier blankets out to his bench. He sat down, looking at the stars. Such a beautiful night, it relaxed him, making the pasts occurances seem like nothing more than a dream.
He looked into town. Quiet and peaceful as well. Everything perfectly in it's place. He couldn't see a reason for anything to go wrong.
He had to smile as he thought that, just as soon as everything seemed right, it usually turned to utter chaos. He covered up tighter in the blanket, and hoped it could stay perfect just a while longer.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: I never said they were noble. And they don't kill everything. They keep some alive so they can steadily use them as food. They just hadn't eaten in a long time so they completely slaughtered those two villages. The Slayers are supposed to be the bringers of Apocalypse. When they arrive, the Dark things and such will arrive soon. The Slayers, because they suddenly want a fortress, have decided to recide in this place.

IC: The Slayers fanned out through the city, keeping the children with them. They checked everywhere and rooted out all information. One was sitting in a tavern speaking to the barkeep when he was suddenly approached by 4 tough looking mercenaries who were stopping by and had decided to rob the Slayer. 2 grabbed his arms, the third drew a sword and the fourth stabbed him in the kidney with a large, serated knife. Yet nothing poured forth from the gash. Suddenly, the eyes blazed and he twirled his arms up, sending two flying over the bar itself. He reached back quickly and ripped out the daggerman's heart and the third one found his head lying on the ground... by his own sword. The Slayer calmly finished it's conversation with the barkeep, who kept casting nervous glances at the corpses. Then, the Slayer simply stood up and walked away. Pretty soon, they had ratted out everything there was to know about the continent, the land, and this particular city. This was the capital, and they had thought so. One stood up and them all to the inn, where they quickly got rooms. "We will attack at dawn", growled their leader apprehensivley.

 

[HotStuff101]

ummmm

Arent slayers supposed to be good guys? slayers are ppl raised by the church to kill vamps...

 

[Mistress]

Charlotte

Smiling she carried Johanna to the door of the bakery and unlocked it. Holding it open she hollered at Anthony, “It’s open now Anthony, the rest can wait until morning! Come time for you to go home!"

The boy raced in and grabbed his package of bread, which Charlie had given him. "Thank ye Mistress, I'll see you in the morning!" He nodded and hurried out the door, it would be dark soon.

Charlotte stepped out side into the cool air and breathed in, she could smell the salt of the sea. "Oh, Ingram, where ya be at now?"

Feeling a small tug on her skirt she looked down at her son and bent to kiss his forehead. Keefe giggled and kissed her back, “Father will be home soon mother, no need to worry!"

"Mmm.I know! And this time, he will be here for one week! Can you imagine Keefe?" She grinned happily, and made her way back into the bakery. Keefe followed her in and laid his toy ship upon the counter.

"Are you going out tonight?” His soft voice asked as he hugged her.

"For awhile, Melinda will come and watch you till I return." Charlotte smiled and sat Johanna on the wooden floor. Then she made herself comfortable next to her baby and glanced over at Keefe. "I will not be gone long, just my walk Keefe, no worries."

He nodded and grabbed a cookie off of a tray and quickly bit into it before his mother could protest!" I am hungry."

"Me too, I have some stew boiling, and we will have bread to dip in it!” She stood, “Here watch your sister and I'll check on it."

Gathering up her skirts in her hands she made her way back to the kitchen. "Mmm, it smells delicious!” She bent over the pot and stirred it. Hearing the bell above the Bakery door she hollered, “Melinda, I'll be out in a moment dear! I am stirring the dinner."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He Places the rose into the vase and looked out the window, his farseeing eyes told him she was stirring somthing, he licked his lips fearlessly. It was a very busy night ahead...He had to be present when his Mistress brought another into the fold....He remembered when they had...Claimed him....and laughed airily, it was all too sweet...and now another would join them....and she, the pretty, innocent, Sumptuous little Villiage girl would be his.....His laughter ripped through the room as he stole off through the night, the Churchbell signaled the hour as he strode past it, Intresting he thought, they must be expecting me...It would be his night, as this night always was.....and many would be his, But she would be first...The mistress was always fond of the Broken Innocents...she would hopefully reward him well......*

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

ALRIGHT

(OOC: THis is what is going on, all of your posts are fine, but the half demons are not slayers. They are going to be vandemons...or something. They aren't slayers. WHERE are the slayers? And I can play the king if need be. I'm so confused. Alright, Gaia (queen vamp.) is having supper with the king and his officials, it is going to be a town meal. NO pun intended. She is going to use them to create a new legion. SHe doesn't like the demons...she is going to destroy them. She just knows of them as rumors and has only encountered one before. K?)

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: If You want, i'll play the King......
It's up to you though.

 

[Rockingham]

Ooc:I was just writing to the part where you said the "Slayers" were as good as warriors. Warriors are heroes that go into battle, they can be good and bad, but they only fight other warriors. People who attack innocent men and women in a village aren't good at all. They are sick and evil demons. I was just trying to get that point across is all.



Rockingham looked at the man. His eyes were filled with great pain. He gave him another hit off the opium.
"Thats it, a nice big breath now."
The man's lungs filled with the smoke. His eyes turned from pain to a more relaxed state. His eyes dazed over very nicely. Another satisfied customer, Rocky smiled dspite himself. The man would make it after all. He was sure of it. If only he could do something about that leg.
Rocky went back outside, and pulled the blanket over himself. The cover now had a layer of moist morning dew on it, even though morning was a long way off. He couldn't do anything about that man's leg. He could help him, but that leg was going to be gone forever.
Rockingham breathed in sharply. He would have to speak to the father of the village tomorrow morning. This man needed the lord's help as much as his own. That would wait a for more hours still, he wanted to enjoy the view for awhile longer.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

please do roland

ooc. t he thread is goin a tad too slow, I will get it to pick up this week.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC:

Warriors are heroes that go into battle, they can be good and bad, but they only fight other warriors.

You misunderstood me. I meant that if you took a Slayer, or now as they will be called, Fell Lords, and put him in a fight against a really, really good warrior, the Fell Lord would win(they are demons, so they never tire) Lava Goddess, you can kill a few Fell Lords, but not all of them. I have plans for their murdering little asses. I hope that you can fully understand them now and respond to them correctly.

IC: The Fell Lords' leader, or as they called him, the Dark One, walked through the streets. He smelled many vampires in this city. "They are very much like us", he muttered to himself. He smelled a vampire walking through the streets, but ignored him. He did draw his sword though, but only to look at it. The runes that had been carved upon it millenia ago still stood out boldly. He touched one, and black fire ran up the length of the sword. He touched it again, and the fire dissipated. He played with the sword for a while, before putting it back in it's sheath.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

King Falkner Lenian

*He was waiting for her.....*

*he oh so trusted advisor, his hands crossed wearily and his eyes steely and Prepared for any surprise, THere was life in his movements, but he seemed...tired in a way...Of what, only he knew. But still it affected him, He knew she....she who had given his heart hope would be here soon, he sent away those who were not essential to be here. He had enjoyed the moments alone with her, her soothing words putting spark into his plans and giving him life in it's own way....he sighed happily and sat back, allowing himself a smile, waiting silently..*

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

GRRRRRRRRR

(apparently, I'm not doing a good enough job, so I will try harder...)

Lady Gaia:

I pulled up my skirt and walked through the passageway inbetween my castle and the palace. I entered through his secret chambers. "Hello Sire."

I bowed. I licked my fangs. This would be so delicious. I smiled. My fangs not evident. "How may I serve you today?" Serve you in my chambers at the strike of midnight? A smile tugged at the corners of my ruby red lips.

I bowed and kissed his hand.

I heard a servent in the hall talking about the latest slaying by the ones the people referred to as vampires. A almost silent growl escaped my lips. Vampires, nay. Savages, yes. They would go down as soon as I got my elite forces together.

I would feed tonight, a great feast. I smiled at the king, his rugged features dim in the casting of the morning sun playing on the walls.

 

[Morgoth]

The Dark One stood outside the castle and admired it, thinking it to be a good sign that no gaurds tried to stop him.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Lilly-anna

Lilly-Anna looked over the new girls who had come looking for work as prostitutes. She only accepted the healthiest and prettiest girls into this house, the others were sent to work the bars and gambling halls closer to the docks. They were the ones no body missed when she made a gift of one to her mistress. Thoughts of her lady and the night to come made her smile, what a wonderful night it promised to be.

Selecting two of the girls to stay, and making arrangements for the other four to lodge in one of her boarding houses closer to the river, she set her thoughts to the next chore for the day.

The playhouse was her pride and joy, some times using the prettier of her prostitutes to perform live sex acts on stage for well paying men and women of the upper classes. Strange how those people thought money made them so much better than the common man, but when she had asked the lady about it once, she was told they taste no better then the average street rat.

The actors we rehearsing for the next play to be opened in the spring, a script Lilly had written herself. A story of tragic circumstance, and even more tragic end. She watched as one of the young players threw his hands up in the air, making demands like he owned the place. He would be the first to feel her fangs, and she would make sure the little upstart died slowing, knowing it was her who brought his to his end.

Leaving the playhouse, she set about inspecting her various businesses, trying to have everything finished by early afternoon so that she might return to the castle early and prepare. In the street she spotted a boy selling rats, and she paid him a copper to deliver them to the castle before nightfall. Renfield had to be looked after as well. She smiled wickedly.

 

[Morgoth]

The Dark One surveyed the land by climbing up the castle's sheer walls. He used claws that were hidden under the robes and simply forced them into the stone. He now stood atop the castle's highest tower, his black cloaks fluttering in the dark, rainy night. The two red eyes surveyed the land clearly, piercing the veil of mits, fog, and rain, and admiring it. After traveling from continent to continent for countless millenia, the Dark One decided it was time for the Fell Lords to stop their nomadic, useless wandering and create an empire. His mind was already filed with ideas, swirling and running about in his mind. But he blew them away, and watched silently, a slight smile creasing the lips that were thought to never smile.

 

[Neale]

[Edited by Neale on 04-01-2001 at 11:18 AM]

 

[Mistress]

Charlotte

Charlotte waved goodbye to her children as Melinda set about helping them clean up the dinner dishes. She stepped out into the night's cool breeze and adjusted her cloak on her shoulders. She sighed breathing in the fresh air and began her walk. It seemed she could never wind down from a day's work without her nightly walk, it made her relax feel better.

IT was so silent she could hear the swishing of her skirts as she walked. A small smile came to her when she thought about how so many people were afraid to venture out at night. They had every reason to be. She would have been afraid too if it wasn't for Sir Gilliad, he watched over her. She knew as long as she was in his care she would be free from the dangers that lurked under the sun in this town. Though she had to admit, she should be afraid of him too....

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: Ok, I Dont have time RIGHT NOW To post, but I will this evening, Probably in an hour or so, Maybe longer.

Just wanted to make sure ya'll knew.

 

[Rockingham]

Rockingham came out of the store. His supplies were finally ready. More opium for his patient, more bandages, more medical equipment, and of course a long stout piece of wood. He would need this now, and for the rest of his life, but Rocky wasn't going to tell him just yet. He needed to let the man rest a few days. Neither of their lives would be the same after that night.
He looked up and saw Lily-Anna. A smile came up to his lips, that was just what he needed.
"Escuse me, Lily-Anna," he had seldomnly talked to her, and only knew her by reputation so it didn't surprise him that when she first saw him there was a wave of confusion over her face.
"I am the town doctor. My name is Rockingham."
He felt a bit awkward talking to her, but she did have a warm face. He at once felt comfortable in her presence.
"At my house is a patient, and I was wondering if you might send one of your girls over to help him. He was in an accident, and needs some special attention."
He was trying to be as blunt as possible here.

 

[Morgoth]

The Dark One finished his watch and jumped clear off the highest spire. His knee landed on the ground first, and he caused a small crater to appear. He stood up and quietly dusted himself off, before starting his walk through the village. "Those vampires infest this place", he muttered to himself. "Where is their Lord or Lady, though?" he thought aloud. "Damn it all! If they won't side woth us, they'll die too", he grumbled.