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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:10 pm
(I am sorry I didn't know both arm where gone, it kinda pointless to read anymore knowing hey your dead anyway Ferr. So no need to warn me simply saying his arms where gone are fine by me. No disrespect but just ******** kill him, stupid of me to try going outside the Cidatel anyway) Sorry I have been in bed all day sick. A bit edgey thank you for helping)
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 2:53 pm
((He still had an arm before you tried to punch a Chomping Werewolf in the face. What I don't understand is that after so much complaining about it, I finally "get off your balls" as you said to let him live after you make a deliberate attempt to prolong his life, and now you don't want to. Why? Because he has no arms? That doesn't make him unplayable, and you might actually learn something from playing him now. If you want him to jump off a bridge or something after all this is over, that's your call, but you slowed his death when you could have let it happen, and consequentially he's been saved. Deal with it, and stop taking this so personally.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 4:33 pm
(Mostly because I barely read it... ^w^; that comment was made because I was alittle steamed about it anyway, being sick doesn't help. ^w^; I am defencive cant help it. Sorry. But I mean he was going to hit in the face his teeth and I only slowly the attack on him being attacked my though was because of people saying its going to be too late so heck I did with first thing I thought)
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 6:12 pm
((The last half of what you were saying doesn't make sense, from a reading perspective sweatdrop You lost me. Either way, if you want him to die then post that he dies. If you don't, then don't and we'll wait for Shinobi's next post.))
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 1:28 pm
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Cordelia just stood still as she bore witness to what was happening, what she saw was the wereanimal's attacked seemed to be delayed.
Now witnessing the fury slowly dousing out of him..not an easy task for such creatures..turning back to the old man, she looked on to him with..not so much admiration, but content..he could train her, get her body and mind back to what it once was.
He was strong to attempt such a feat, let alone have it work...would it work?
Would this vampire be salvaged? She could not tell under the bloody massacre that was set upon him.
Her hand gripped the chair leg tighter, this could also turn for the worst..an attack might come to the angel and old man..a complete reversal of what he wanted to happen.
Her fury burned with the sheer thought,...let it..let the animal come, she will not give up so easily as the bloodsucker.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 10:09 am
The were-beast roared with such fury that it felt as though they might go dead. Amidst the ringing of their ears and the fearful whispering from within the houses, Gerdane whipped his hulking frame to face Kerrark. Soaked in blood from his mouth to his hands, his eyes burned like infernal diamonds in the night. With one leap the creature went airborne, hurtling over Dominic's limp and mangled frame to land at Kerrark's front. The stones shook with his return to the ground, and the hideous jackal reared back and screamed at The Reaper. Kerrark did not flinch; he stood tall before the Were-Jackal. Though his gruesome branding bled from the force he'd discharged, his bare chest was open to Gerdane. His gauntlets lay at his sides, unclenched. The Reaper had no fear.
"Be still, Gerdane! Find peace! He is no longer your threat; I am not your threat! Find yourself, Third Son. Come back to us."
The Jackal slouched back onto its forelegs, glaring in silence save for the painting from his painted maw. The wilders that had travelled with him now backed Gerdane cautiously; spears down but their shafts out flat in their hands; ready to pen Gerdane if he tried to take off. The jackal rounded on the guards, and stopped. He turned to look at the others, silent. With a shudder and the sound of breaking bones re-mending, his flesh compacted, twisted and smoothed into Gerdane's blood stained human body. His eyes were shut, and his breath was steady. "Do you see him? The color he wears? What he is?? Why would you stop me Kerrark - what devil possesses you; or have you turned back to the Legion??"
The Reaper's face was soft, but his eyes were steel and held Gerdane's cold gaze. "He is not Legion. He bears no cross. Calm yourself now, Gerdane. He is only a boy, and he is dying. I must tend to him now. Return to Andalusia, and--""Do NOT command me, Reaper... you are not blood of the desert!""I do not command you, Third Son... I only know it is your destination. I will take him. He is not your concern... and if he proves an enemy, I will make sure he dies as one."
Gerdane opened his mouth to retort, but stopped himself. He took another deep breath, and the fire stoked in his eyes dwindled. "Yes. Good.... Sons, gather what you need and we will find lodgings here tonight... A vampire in the night of Triwinds does not bode well. We must stay and insure that it is safe until tomorrow." The other wilders set their spears back upon their shoulders, and made space between one another. Gerdane turned and paused to stare at the vampire. He was young. He was very young... that realization disturbed him greatly, and in that moment was more powerful than his hatred for the stranger. He looked back to Kerrark and the Fallen behind him. "Thank you, Teacher," were his parting words.
Kerrark was rushing to the side of the vampire even as Gerdane departed. He picked up each of the man's arms, setting them quickly on the man's eviscerated chest and speaking hurriedly to the Fallen. "Help me, please. His life may mean nothing to you, but I cannot allow him to die for this. We need to get him to the tavern. His arms... we cannot mend now, but we can keep him from the Dead Lands." He hoped she would find cause to aid him, but did not expect it. He began to sweep his arms under the vampire's legs, attempting to cradle the man with grip enough to walk.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 10:56 am
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Having to force her mouth closed by sheer concentration, she narrowed her eyes at the man..stalking up on him, and coming to stand at her full height of 7 foot 2 inches.
"Do not ask me somthing of such that goes against my very nature reaper!
This leech is a creature of a night, feasting on the blood of others.. If the fates have him pass into the next world, then so be it."
She hissed through her clenched teeth, the never for this man to ask her such. Personally she thought it should be ended with a stake through his heart..the one she carried in her hand would do nicely.
Perturbed, she knelt down until her knees almost touched the ground, and within the very next moment she sprung up up onto the building..watching from above, getting a good placement on the slanted roof.
She would wait for him, but could not help him..would not, that vampire deserves to rot..and for not the old man she would slay him herself.
Anger poured through her very thoughts, hence the harsh words...wanting to rip somthing in two, she settled with grinding her hands into the roof..crunching the tiles like tiny kindling wood. Sounds of unhappiness that would come off as growling emitted from her as she settled in to see the leeches fate from above.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:31 pm
The man coughs up blood as he looks at the reaper before him, those things protected life... why did he protect him and try saving him... his eye drift to his limbs on the ground.. he was in too much shock and his body was numbing it self enough... the fallen.. her words.. His eyes close and he smiles with blood running down his lips."Its not like I wanted to be this.... I still have a reason I am here... this may be Rykros giving another chance...." he laughed in pain
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 5:03 pm
Flying overhead, Liliana looked down on the city to notice a commotion. Landing to see if anyone needed help, the stench of fresh blood reached her nose. "Who's injured?" she called out, hurrying over with Alewar still in his full dragon form behind her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 8:44 pm
The Reaper knew The Fallen, and did not give pause or watch to see her depart. Her venomous words bounced of off Kerrark's focused, steely face as he began to navigate the streets towards the tavern now serving as Triwind's make-shift hospital. He stopped only at the call of another voice -one fresh in his mind, from the Arena where he witnessed Sephra's executed. The Reaper cleared his throat once more, spitting saliva darkening with red from his mouth as he shouted back, "HERE, LILIANA!"
He did not elaborate on what Dominic was or how he came to be so direly wounded. She would see all for herself. While he did not bleed, as the undead do not, the figure Kerrark cradled in his arms was without arms and eviscerated through the middle. "My hands spared your life, my friend. Do not pray to the undeserving." was his heavy reply to Dominic while he leaned himself and the vampire against the side of a house
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 11:41 am
Liliana hurried over to the call. She could see the barest of energy forms along with the reaper from before. Her eyes sought out the information she needed. "Bring me his arms and get him on a flat surface. A vampire left in coma too long can't com back around."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 10:21 am
The Reaper had the Dominic's limbs draped over his body, and immediately set the vampire down on the stones of the road. If any flat surface would do, then this would be the place. He quickly set each limb where it would rightly "fit" onto the vampire's body, and stood back.
"I don't know what his purpose here is... but it was Gerdane that did this.... I only hope that should this one live, he learns from this..."
His eyes glanced up to the rooftops, and Kerrark spied the Fallen above.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 10:43 am
Knowing she would be exhausted after this, Liliana pulled out a small pouch. Sand flowed and molded itself into a liquid tight vessel. She took out her small dagger ad opened her wrist length-wise, letting the life blood fall into the glass container. Satisfied, she set her hands on the vampire. White treads crisscrossed their way onto him, stitching flesh back together on the both of them. Liliana's head spun, unhappy for using that spell. Falling down to her rear, she slid the container of blood close to the boy. "He's one of your citizens, finally with the courage to train and protect," Liliana panted. "Your fellow wilder attacked unprovoked."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 10:52 am
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Craning her neck, she fully tilted her head until she looked the man in the eyes.
"Might I ask, what you are starring at Reaper." she asked with a venomous tone.
"You! By getting that mage involved, by saving that leech! Will cause this town and countless others pain. Terror that is not needed" She shouted through clenched teeth, snapping her arm out.
She was angry at this mans actions..personally, she would have let the wereanimal rip him to pieces, save one if not hundreds or even thousands of peoples lives from the abomination before them.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 12:16 pm
"He is a Vampire, Liliana..." The Reaper knelt beside the Seer, offering his hand to help raise her up. "The only citizens of the Desert to share his blood were the Barons. They made Gerdane as he is. Adellos too. Surely you know this, given your power... and you know their ways. His existence alone provokes them, and he appears here, in the night, wearing their colors? He lives now... that is what matters, but in the eyes of every tribe his death would have been justified... even to her, apparently."
The Reaper stood back up, helping Lili to her feet as he looked back up at the Fallen. He couldn't muster the strength to shout again; his throat burned and bled from the night's discourse already."Your wings are clean; you have clothes. If you have no care for him, or us, or this place... you are free to leave. I will not hold you here."
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