The War of the Ancients (Invite only -NEW RULE-)

[Aeros Endeem]

Nodding a couple times, The knight agrees with Marcello's words. "It's like it, except with Marriage, if one dies, the other can move on and go find another. As said before, Once a pact is made, soul-binding takes place. It used to be that if one dies, the other will follow unless granted power by the Ancients, the mystics legends called them..."

Looking out to the door frame, Keith smiles again as he gazes out for a moment before looking back to the nymph beside himself. "Brother Bane knows a wealth of knowledge about these things. and he told me as much as he knows in the past. I look to make a pact with someone with a power that is beyond myself. Hopefully Angar, once he calms down..."

[YunMei]

"I see." Marcello noted, nodding slowly as the other spoke. He supposed that made sense as well. Especially since human's invited a concept called divorce that ended such without death. Without physical death at least, he had heard of things such as pride and dignity being lost instead in some cases.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you telling me all of these things?"

[Aeros Endeem]

With a slight smirk, Keith lets out a deep breath. Looking Marc square in the eyes, Keith replies in a confident tone. "I feel that you can become a being of Legend, A pact guardian, You have been summoned by the dream, correct?"

(again, sorry for the shortness. XD;; )

[YunMei]

"The dream?" Marcello repeated, a slight shiver going down his spine as the knight looked almost a bit too deeply into his eyes. It felt a bit odd to see the usually temperamental man smirking in such a way. Though that was not the only thing that disturbed him.

He had been having a line of odd dreams. Not all, of course, dealt with becoming a guardian. Most of which had disappeared come morning but they all had left an odd sense in his mind. A confusing and foreboding sense that would take hours to get to leave. Or perhaps a shock on the level of what he had seen earlier.

"Y-yes." Cello continued, mentally groaning at his own nervousness. "Which means I was right in my assumption?" He pointed to himself, then their sleeping friend in hopes of conveying the seemingly awkward message without words. It wouldn't be too bad, he supposed. Though he did not know Bane as well as he wished, the man was certainly nice. Tolerable to say the least.

[Aeros Endeem]

Keith lifts an eyebrow for a moment before he grins slightly, breaking the eye contact for a bit. "Well, it is truly up to you whether or not you want to be a guardian, I'm just here to inform you that well, you have an inevitable duty to uphold. You one of the few selected beings to serve as someone's guardian. To be honest..." Looking at Bane, asleep nearby as his voice drops to a whisper. "I personally think that you and him would make a good partnership. His songs and your defensive capabilities, it's the perfect defense. That's my personal opinion."

Looking back to the nymph, his smile remains. "I maybe a knight, but it doesn't mean i'm always temperamental. My class is not respected as we used to be, hence why I'm determined to try and make a pact with the dragon. Once that happens, I'd get the respect from at least SOME others that cast me away like a rag-doll..."

After letting out a slightly defeated sigh, Keith lowers his gaze to the floor. "Some-days, I wished that those soldiers killed me along with my parents... I suppose though that it's a good thing they didn't/"

[YunMei]

Cello looked to the knight for a moment, carefully shifting his weight from foot to foot as he listened. It appeared he had been right on at least one count. Though he was unsure of whether such was a good thing or not.

"I may need to sleep on it." He noted frankly, doing his best to push back his slight level of growing discomfort. It was not that he hated the bard. He just did not know him all too well. The concept of binding one's soul to one when the relationship was so young was overwhelming. If that was the correct word.

The next parts of the conversation seemed almost pointless to him as he watched in silence. He supposed the idea of a pact with the dragon did make sense to him however. It explained his earlier behavior at least, in seeking a being who can easily kill him.

Marcello winced at the next line. It was always discomforting for him to hear some else wish for their own death. People had come to the church with such an idea quite a few times in his youth. Thankfully the priest, with his kind voice and jovial laugh, always seemed to dissuade them.

He needed to stop thinking of that man, He noted, pushing the thought into the back of his mind.

"Well. I'm glad you didn't go through with it." Cello looked slowly to the bard again. His mind was slowly drifting back to the concept of guardianship. On the bright side, he supposed, he knew if he went through with it he would never have to worry about Bane exhausting himself again. He would be able to offer him energy for one. He could protect the strange gentlemen who for some odd reason reminded him of the priest he once knew.

"I don't think there is really much we can do at the moment. I'm going to go sleep on it." He repeated the last part before carefully making his way to the bed nearest to the window. Marcello had always been a light sleeper. Or so he believed.

"Good night."

[Aeros Endeem]

The knight glanced to the bard for a moment before acknowledging the nymphs words of good night. "Good night Marc..." With that, Keith stands and slowly walks out of the room, to try and not wake the two sleeping males. Taking point outside their door to stand guard. Well, if I were to try and fulfill my title of guardian knight, I should take point for the evening. With that he stands in front of the door, taking a glance around the now empty halls of the Inn.

Finally, a few hours later, fatigue starts to set in. With that, the knight slowly walks back into the room, carefully removes his plates, and slips under the covers, finally getting the sleep needed.

[Moon Wynx]

((Sorry I have not posted so long. I have been despairing of posting because I could not find a way to post as Lillith, with her personality, without directly confronting Charlotte, and creating an enemy I don't want to create for the rest of the rp, and/or getting her killed. I have since decided it is better to just go with it and post how I may, then not post at all and have her simply inexplicably disappear. I am going to try leaving room for Charlotte to make peace with Lillith, and if the room I find is not large enough to work with, then I would like to hope Akira could try to make similar room for Lillith to attempt to make peace. Either way I prefer being enemies with the environment, not the players... *sigh* Well here it goes...))

Lillith stiffened ever so slightly in her chair. Thinking of the dragon she began to see flashes of violet-dark scales, and immense folded wings with her waking eyes. She saw visions of powerful claws flexing, and leaving scars in the earth, and a heavily muscled tail arching through the air, covered in sharp spikes of dragon scale. She was so enraptured, even engrossed in her vision, that she did not see when Marcello reached out to help her out of her chair.

((Sorry if I have seemed to ignore you by the way. I did not mean to, I only have not gotten the chance to interact with your character yet.))

She snapped out of it only when her vision moved along the scales of the dragon's spine, and along his neck. The dragon looked up at her, even seemed to see her, and though his teeth were strong and sharp, and his face was surrounded by the same scale spikes of his tail, her focus was on his eyes. She drew in a shaky breath, and her body quivered slightly as those eyes looked upon her with an awesome and frightening wisdom, and seemed to recognize her. She sensed that this dragon was meant to be a powerful ally to her, but she could not see how, or even why. She had always been taught to stay away from dragons, 'they are too dangerous to humans'. This one, however, demanded her regard... She was prematurely snapped out of her reverie by a sort of clatter outside her inn, and a shout.

"Who is responsible!"

Lillith turned to Bane, and blushed.
"Escuse me... it seems I have something to handle."
With that she ran out of the inn. It seemed one of the city-folk Charlotte terrorized decided to follow her trail rather quickly, making it back to the inn somehow before even Charlotte herself. He looked human, blood-covered, but there was no horse in sight. How did he make it here so quickly? He was young, a brunette, and rather tall for his age, though his age was rather difficult for Lillith to determine while he was so covered in blood and gore, and with such a horrible expression on his face. It seemed to be a mixture of loss and sorrow, anger and hatred... He shouted again,

"Who is responsible for the death of my family? Who dared call the fiend's companion a pet?"

Oh s**t...

((dark red italics are Lillith's thoughts))

Lillith stepped forward, and the boy locked eyes upon her. He had a blood-spattered greatsword gripped tightly in his otherwise limp arms. His eyes seemed to glow with a feverish light.

"Was it you?"

Lillith begins to speak very cautiously.
"You speak of the woman Charlotte? She used to live in the next town over, when she was still human. the only reason she is so mad now is because..."
The boy interrupted her, yelling,

"WAS. IT. YOU. who called her a pet?"

Lillith sighs, and eyes his sword, preparing herself for anything...
"It was..."
Lillith began to say the word 'but', but the boy was all ready in motion. He raised his sword as he ran towards her, screaming wildly. He tried to cleave her skull with an abrupt downward slash, but Lillith was too fast. She flung herself to the side, landing in a crouch, and almost getting her ankle clipped by his blade as it came towards the ground. His blade got stuck in the mud of dirt and blood, and the split second that gave her allowed her to draw her sais from her boots.
"I don't want to fight..."
He interrupted her again.

"Neither did my mother!"

He proceeded to charge her again. Lillith side-stepped his strike once more and moved to stab him through the ribs with one of her sais. The blow would have landed too, except that the boy completely vanished. The next thing Lillith knew was a stinging, ripping pain across her back. The boy had teleported behind her, and slashed at her. Lillith reacted quickly, she ignored the pain as she knew she must, or the next blow would be a deadly one. She switched the grip of the sais in her right hand, flipping it upside down, so that the blade came out from the bottom of her fist. She span around as the boy was stepping forward and lifting his greatsword for another blow. She spun counter-clockwise, using the blade, correctly positioned in the left hand, to deflect the boy's greatsword strike while simultaneously raising the sias in the right hand to slash a nice gash into his neck. The strike was successful. Blood sprayed lillith's face first, then arched across her entire body, as the boy fell. He made horrible gurgling noises as he suffocated in his own blood. He finally released his sword and brought his hands to his neck to try to stem the blood flow. The last thing he saw when he died was Lillith's face, looking down on him with sadness. It was all over very quickly really...
He was only a boy. He must have barely been able to control his powers, or he would have teleported close enough to me to land a killing blow the first time. He was too far away...
Lillith sighs heavily.
Yet another life destroyed by Charlotte, only this time it was ended by my own hand. I am a part of it now.
Lillith walked back into the inn, her face covered in blood. The rest of her was splattered in it, both old blood, and new blood. Lillith retreated to behind the bar, not saying anything to anyone just yet. She was trying to rinse the blood off of her when she heard Charlotte and Charnel come into the inn. She remained silent through most of the exchange, but she was listening, and become angrier and angrier at Charlotte as she did. Especially as she thought of the young boy she was just made to kill, and of the wound on her back, and of the fact that Charlotte somehow thought that simply because she was powerful, she had a right. Lillith waited until the conversation seemed to be finished, but before there was talk of leaving,

((right around the ooc talk about my disappearance hehe))

before she turned around and glared at Charlotte. She walked slowly over, not near Charlotte exactly, but out from behind the bar, before saying,
"So you are fashioning yourself as war now? I understand why Charnel is death, but by what rights are you war? He was given his powers by death itself. You were given your powers by, what? The aspect of death bound himself to you so now you share in the powers death gave him. What element of war itself has ever touched you? He at least, when not under some sort of 'influence', has the grace to choose the deaths he causes for some greater purpose, making him deserving of the title of death. You have not the wisdom, or the discretion to do aught but kill with reckless abandonment. You are no different from any other bloodthirsty vampire, or demon, killing indiscriminately for the pleasure and/or the horror of it, and you deserve no title. Respect is something that must be earned, and can not be taken by a mere display of power. Especially a senseless, selfish display, such as the ones you seem to be so very fond of. Yesterday you were a weak human like me, except you didn't even have the sense to learn to protect yourself in this world. I've seen you before. You lived the life of a sheltered porcelain doll in a cushioned mansion before Charnel came along and decided to grace you with his power, and now you are suddenly war incarnate? If this is you, who and what you are, and you are not simply being effected by the same thing Charnel was, then I despise you, though you hardly deserve that depth of emotion from me. Not that you would care, drunk with power as you are. I never should have helped you even the little bit I did while you were still human."

((That last bit was what I was hoping Charlotte would be intrigued enough to ask about which might lead to them making peace, but you've got to work with me a little Akira. I don't want to just ******** with your bio, maybe you could drop me a hint? or you could just have Charlotte and Lillith be enemies... but that might make me grow weary of the thread. If you have to have Charlotte knock Lillith around a bit first I get it, but help me think of something?))

Lillith viciously sheathed her sais back into her boots after cleaning them, and turned towards the door.
"Now if you will excuse me war, I have dead to bury. Again."
She walked towards the door, her boots made angry stomping sounds upon the wooden floorboards as she did. She stoped at the door, to turn, and look at Charlotte again, her expression one of scorn.
"And when have you ever studied dragons? Have you ever even seen one? Or have you 'studied' in books alone?"

((Also sorry the rant is supposed to have happened in the past so you might have some difficulty replying to it. Maybe you could bring it up to her when you come back to the inn the next day?))

With that Lillith walked through the doors to the outside. She passed the boy's body to go to the stables. Her horse was agitated by the scent of her blood and she walked over to him to soothe him. Her hair was damp from when she was trying to get all the blood off her. It rested upon her back, which happened to still be bleeding, making all the effort she went through to clean her hair fruitless. Lillith sigh at the horse's concern.
"I know Anubis, but it is difficult to dress your own wound when it is so long, and on your back."
She held the horse's muzzle and leaned in to nuzzle him.
"I promise to take a nice bath to clean it out later, but I have work to do right now, and you know why I had to send mother and father away.."
The horse snorted as if it smelled something unpleasant, or was simply being indignant, it depends how you choose to see it. Lillith herself chose to see it as smelling something unpleasant. She chuckled and patted Anubis on the neck.
"I don't think I like her very much either..."
Lillith then left Anubis and grabbed the dirty shovel she came here to get in the first place. She went outside and went to try to dig yet another grave, this time with no help, but she is wounded, and well... she has no help...

((Yep. Lillith definitely has a pair on her. Your move Akira.))