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Battle in the east rages on as a hand full of Crimson Knights fight off the dozens of vile vampires. Crimsons Knight are not known for failing and usually fight on to the bitter end to protect haples people. The small force of a only nine knights is more then enough to aid the remaining town guard that is still fighting, but even so the vile ones are great in numbers and few manage to pass by without being seen. The vile ones mayb not be able to speak like men or beast but their strength is great after they have fed and it would appear that these vile ones have just fed on live humans from a passing trade group that ambushed.

It is said that the vile ones are led by an enigmatic hermit who controls them via a black staff believed to be left behind by the gods to play on mankinds fears of vile ones and used to drive them away.

The three or four vile ones that managed to get passed the guards and knights come closer to the town undetected as they move through the shadows and stomp in the rain. While the people in town enjoy thier night of drinking and debuahcery.

Ella walked past Horsemans Tavern, noting many people inside enjoying drinks. Somehow she doubted she would be able to get one of the few rooms there, and instead moved on to the Golden Light Inn. She saw another vampire, leaning against the Tavern, but kept her view facing ahead. Sometimes she did not understand her own kind, even after all her years of "living". Some mingled with the lowly humans, and some wished to just kill them all with an uncontrollable blood lust.
Taking a few more streets down, moving faster then the average person, she came upon the Inn and rented a room- the first room she would get to stay in for a few weeks. It was more of a luxury for her, as she had no home and was more of a nomad. Someday she would settle down, after she understood everything. After she did what she justified as right. At the moment she was feeling restless, almost wanting to jump into the current battle and tear apart both sides, but instead made her way to the room dripping wet.

Harlock is barely getting to his upper body wear, the more complicated part of the armor. He was looking at the mirror, as he wiped the condensation to see himself more clearly. The sound of chains vanished, and he brushed his hair, and spiked the rest. Then he tied his three hair strands. His hair was short except for those three strands which lay protected under his suit.

He looked into his eyes and say himself staring at himself. He smiled and frowned, winked, and made other gestures. He was practicing his act for good judgement. Keep them asking for more. He cared how he looked like even if no one could see his face. He used this confidence to walk around discretely.

Harlock finished lacing the rest of his suit and took one last look at the mirror. He was just about to put on his helmet when he noticed something. Harlock leaned real close to the mirror to pull out a nose hair that was hanging out. That smarts... Then he placed his helm on and took his sword over his shoulders.

Harlock grips the handle to the door before openning it. He thought during his pause on how his day would be like. To him his day starts when he gets up. It wouldn't matter if it is the the evening or the middle of midnight. His hand that holds his sword picks up making the sword translate into a paralled form with his body, then he opens the door slowly.

Harlock steps out as looks for others in the hall, then brings the sword back over his shoulders. Harlock remembers where he is at now. Aww, yeah the golden light... He walked through the hall with ease, he didn't want to hurt someone with his sword. For being a brute he acted with delicate stature and mobility. He even focused on the steps he took depending on which board to step on. He would even play a game as he did so, if the board doesn't make a squeak then he would count that. But then if one did squeak, he would start over. One, two, three... One, two...

As he went through the halls he made gestures at lovely ladies as they pass him. "Hey girl, I lost my marbles, want to help me find them?" Probably not my best one... Wait I did loose my marbles. What am I here for?

His mind wondered on what he was going to have downstairs. I shouldn't ask for anything, but if I do i should get a straw with it. No... that looks childish, people might start up a fuss. He won't take his helmet off in public, and he also couldn't drink with a helm over his head. If he could that would be the best talent ever.

Harlock continued to make gestures at girls, making his way to the dining area. Where all the spenders waste their fortune on their vices. Prostitution, gambling, drinking, dealing, just the average way of life and how it corrupts others in a sensual way. Harlock understood this, it was everywhere but he wasn't such a bad person... Well he doesn't drink.

He got close enough to Ella to make a gesture towards her, he winked even if it wasn't noticeable. "Oooh baby, I'll fight a war just for you." Wait no that was cheesy. What about, no it's too late now. As he went on by through the halls and to the dining making other remarks to other girls.

Harlock made it, when he ordered a small meal and had it served to him close to a window. He sat with his blade leaning against the table, and didn't worry if someone tried to steal it. It would take atleast two men in this joint to use it properly. He held his head with his hand rolled up into a fist, and listened to the rain outside. He tried to ignore the rain so he can hear other things as if there was not rain. He didn't poke his food as much as you would think a hulk like him would. But when he did he would use small bites and turn his fork side ways so it can enter his helm.

The room fell silient, as Harlock drifted to his thoughts. He was forging weapons with his brother and father. He was young and his brother even younger. His father told them both as he handed them items from his strands of hair. "Son's look after these where ever you are. But more importantly always look after each other!" Then instinctively his hand rose up to touch his helmet where his strands of hair where placed. The sounds of the environment rushed back into his ears. He had realized why he was here for, he was searching for his brother. Or atleast he thinks he is, still leaves the question on how did he get there.

*she looks at the young vampire and stands up silently* what exactly do you know about the most vile group of our kind? your a baby, a very young baby*she starts walking towards her* do you know that they feed off our kind as well? did you know that they have killed most of the old ones? or did the one who created you just up and run off like so many of our creators do?*she gets right up in her face* you just went out there and let them see you now our element of suprize is comprimised and ruined little one i think the one who turned you had a few screws loose of a bright bulb or was missing the important crayons out of his crayon box*she crosses her arms and looks down on the girl*in every town i have been in theres always that one person who fell out of the idiot tree is that you? or your creator?