"Things stir in the dark. Beasts of old take sides. Light against darkness, creation against destruction. Where will humanity be when the things beyond our comprehension wage war on one another?"
Exerpt from the personal journal of Vladamir Prokofski
Alexander (Lord of the Night), Edward (Santaire), Livoc (Romero's Own), Bishop Anders (Anilar), Robin (Bane_of_Kings),
June 15th, 1575
& Sebastian (Tyranno the Destroyer):
All of hear and see a plainly mantled warrior, wielding a heavy mace,
pulling hunters both young and old into a semblance of a defensive line. He seems to have combat experience, and migrating in his direction you join the group that once more engages a fresh wave of the beasts that suddenly assailed the meeting. Whether working in concert with others in the group (you can work something out via PM if you choose)
or simply keeping the line at your back as you work individual, taking some comfort in the fact that your back is protected by others, is up to you but you are each able to kill three more of the beasts. During this fight Alexander
you take a vicious gash to your upper thigh, the offending creature taking opportunity of an open flank to rake its claws across your leg, however for its trouble it found itself without a head (this will be a fourth kill for you). Robin,
you are knocked from your feet as one of the creatures bowls into your knees from the side, there is a sharp pain in your knee but you don't think it is broken. You find yourself on your back, hand around the creatures throat as you try to keep its raking talons from your face (this will be after your three kills).
Those of you able start to hear a gutteral voice, a chant coming from one fo the hallways beyond, and from behind a wave of the imp-like creatures steps a massive Ogre, each of you recognizing the Unseelie fae immediately. However, unlike the normal specimens this one carries a large staff topped with a human skull and is draped with the skins and pelts of many different animals. Small bones are woven into its matted hair and beard, and he rattles as he slowly steps forward, his chant mixing with the rattle of bones in a most ominous fashion. A blast of fire, conjured by a mage to his left engulfs the massive beast, but as the flames clear you find the Ogre untouched.
you feel as though the creature is about to overpower you, its position giving it additional leverage and its strength more formidable than its small frame suggests. However, before the creature can succeed in gouging out your eyes you feel a blast of heat, accompanied by a swell of fresh air, a breeze that carries the hint of flowering plants and summer afternoons, and the creature above you is blasted from ontop of you by a lance of pure fire. You quickly roll to your feet, taking in the man that just saved your life.
All of you are momentarily distracted by the blast of heat from the flames conjured by the young man that now strides into your midst. His hair is blonde, eyes green as new spring grass, adorned in fine clothes of green and brown, the tips of his ears ever so slightly pointed. He weilds a longsword that shines like the noonday sun and the beasts that were just attacking you shrink back from the nimbus of light that now encompasses the defensive line.
In a sing song voice he calls out to the Ogre, whose chant momentarily stalls in the wake of this man's appearance, "Bellog, retreat now and I will spare you. We do not mettle in affairs such as this."
A sickly smile crosses the Ogre's face as he suddenly begins his chant a new and flings his arm out in the direction of the Hunters arrayed in front of him. A sickly green-blue light surrounds the forms of several hunters, Alexander
included. You hear the young man shout out something in a language you do not comprehend and a pale yellow light, like the rays of the dawning sun hits the two closest hunters to him affected by the spell, again Alexander
, leaving you standing agape as those two men disappear in a clap of thunder.
Alexander (Lord of the Night)
& Edward (Santaire):
You stiffen, unable to move as the Ogre's spell envelopes you and pain like thousands of ice crystals forming in your viens rack your bodies. You hear but cannot see the new arrival shout a counterspell in a strange language before the feeling of cold lessens, but the light blinds you. You feel blackness taking your mind and weightlessness, the last thing you hear before you pass out is a peal of thunder.
Johan (Rems), Henry (HOGGLORD), Freja (Karak the Unfaithful), Pieter (deathbringer), Eira (Lord Ramo),
& Dragomir (yoyoyo12365):
Ammorochious, one of the Swords, shines brightly enough in the gloom that you immediately recognize it. Regardless of your stance on the Christian church, everyone of you have heard ot the Knights of the Cross and the blades that they wields. The man wielding it, an older man, hair flecked with grey,
has begun to have otehr hunters moving to his side working in concert with several other hunters to try and turn back the tide of beasts that still rushes forth out of the main tunnel into the cavern. Seeing his intent you move to help him. Soon the fighting here is furious as more and more Hunters move to help. Each of you may kill 4 small beasts as you watch Elementalists from the Mage's Council cut huge swathes through the ocean of small bodies with blasts of flame and lightning. Henry,
you are taken unawares by one of the smaller beasts as you turned to help an older hunter fend off a trio of creatures, as it jumps on your back, sharp teeth biting down on your shoulder easily piercing your leather armor. You are almost knocked over as an arrow rips the specimen from you, its temple pierced by the shot. You don't seem to be loosing too much blood, but the wound is painful and makes swinging your weapon cumbersome.
As you fight you begin to feel that the amount of beasts has lessened until you hear heavy foot falls coming down the hallway behind the small imp-like creatures. With bellows of rage a score of stone trolls, Unseelie fae that you recognize immediately come barreling out of the tunnel, pushing the smaller creatures aside and crushing them underfoot. Caught by surprise the Hunters lose several of their number to the heavy claws of beasts. Engage one of the trolls as best you can, but you will not kill it this update. Make the battle almost evenly matched, both you and the troll trading a series of minor wounds.
[Lord Ramo, Tyranno, and yoyoyo- you three still need to post for the last update. If I do not see a post for this update I will be moving your characters to an NPC status.]