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Post by Tracius Sunain on Jun 1, 2016 10:40:16 GMT -6
...A circle of energy, a virtual hole in reality, opened in the forest a few hours' ride from the chapel, on the side opposite from the direction of the nearby Inn. Through the hole, a different landscape could be seen, as well as a laboring horse and grey-cloaked rider. They stormed through the portal, deftly twisting aside to dodge the trees as the rider brought the beast back to the road. The portal closed behind them, the rider already kicking his mount back to its previous break-neck pace. At the speed he set, the few hours' ride could be closed within an hour.
Cold air streamed from the rider, his cloak shifting from grey to black at each hoofbeat. It was almost as if Death itself were riding toward the convent...
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Post by Dukal Lee on Jun 1, 2016 11:14:26 GMT -6
Dukal's expression changed not a whit as he listened to the mortal woman's words. "Under any other circumstance," he said gravely when she'd finished, "I would allow you to pursue your suicidal course. However, you do not understand the gravity of the situation you're in. If the attainted one were to accomplish his goal of slaying you, your beloved son would fall next, then so many others will follow. The Dark Taint will possess its host completely, leading to the slaughter of the man you love, followed by a rebirth of the one once known as Hell's Black Angel of Death. I do not know if you knew of the one named Ludious. If so, imagine what it would be like to have one such as he unleashed upon the world again, this time without any with enough power to oppose him. It would be..."
He broke off, sniffing the air as something...changed in the very atmosphere. Finally there was a change in his expression, one of fear as he said, "He's approaching. Getting closer. I know that smell. Oh, damn...Sunain."
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Post by beatricedantes on Jun 1, 2016 12:02:10 GMT -6
Beatrice moves her eyes away as he speaks to her...she sighs as she walks from side to side thinking. And what do you think we should do then? Hide ? But where? she shakes her head and walks from side to side as she thinks.."I wish it was not necessary to leave , It has been a long time I don not go outside Saint Joseph's Gates." She looks at the man again, as she hears the damned name.."No, I did not know Ludious, all I know is what everybody tells me about him, she raises an eyebrow wondering why he is sniffing the airlike that and narrows her eyes as she hears the name .."Sunain"..."What about the Sunain's clan? Do you want me to go there?" she walks over him as she observes his expression.."Is not it, right? what is going on? what do the Sunains have to do with it?" she tries to understand the man expression once again but for a mortal like her it is impossible...it is a mix of feelings now....
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Post by Dukal Lee on Feb 4, 2017 18:50:08 GMT -6
Dukal's eyes turned toward Beatrice, scanning her from head to toe as though studying her fortitude. "If what I fear is the truth, then even I would fail in facing Tracius Sunain. Between his own power and that which has been 'gifted' to him, there's a very real chance he could slaughter all of us. Worse, I fear that his target would be both you and your son, as I said before. It would aid in drawing out the mortal remains of your husband's former self. Running would be useless, as would be hiding. He is drawn to you both. The best thing would be for you and Daniel to separate, but it would only delay the inevitable...."
He moved to the door, placing his palm against it, just above the knob, tilting his head as though he were listening. "Milenko is coming. He has reinforcements. The best time for this confrontation is now, while you and Daniel yet live. We also do not want Tracius to escape. I know what must be done."
With that, he opened the door and exited the room, heading back out toward the main entrance to the chapel without stopping for any reason. As he shut the door behind him, he muttered a few arcane-sounding words, causing the metal of the knob to heat up to its melting point, fusing the door shut behind him. It would do little to stop Tracius, but anything to cause even a small delay may prove worthwhile.
Turning away from the door, he set himself in position, waiting for the arrival of one man....One man with the potential to kill even the great vampire hunter.
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Post by beatricedantes on Feb 4, 2017 19:11:17 GMT -6
Beatrice eyes watch him as he moves to the door and leaves, rasing and eyebrow she shakes her head and sighs "This can't be good" She as well goes out but he was faster and desappears, she goes right to her bedroom, as she does she asks all the sisters to go away to the church and do not live there, the place was outside Saint Joseph, in the back of the big yard, as fast as she can she closes her door and grabs the wedding ring , placing it on her finger, the room is empty as she wonders where Daniel is right now, she covers her face and goes to the main room , but not close to the man as she observes him from the back, she hides in the shadows she whispers.."What do want me to do , Sir? I am not afraid of death, but I do not want my son's fate to be like this, he doesn't deserve death".
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Post by Tracius Sunain on Mar 10, 2017 19:19:57 GMT -6
Tracius' consciousness had always been submerged and "asleep" every time the dark taint that had taken up residence in him had taken over his body. Yet, this time he remained aware, though with absolutely no control over himself. Slowly, he realized that he could pick up various impressions and surface thoughts of the being that had hijacked his body. To his shock and surprise, he recognized it as being remarkably similar to his old friend, Shakaar's presence, though much darker in thought and deed. It felt, in fact, just as it had when he'd first met the angel, before the introduction of a mortal woman named Beatrice into Shakaar's life. He thought that if he could pick up on the entity's presence, he ought to be able to communicate directly with it. He'd always known that, even in the vilest moments Shakaar had been responsible for during his tenure as "Hell's Dark Angel of Death", his logical mind could be reasoned with.
"I would offer you welcome," he sent in as powerful a thought as he could to the presence, "but for the fact that it's my body you've taken up residence in."
The tainted presence seemed to go absolutely mentally still, as though unpleasantly surprised at this intrusion. "Go back to sleep," it growled back.
"No," he replied. "Not this time. You've taken over my body; why?"
If raw emotions could be translated directly into a facial expression, he was right then sneered at. "I wanted it. I took it. Eventually, it will be discarded when I've finished with it. Now, shut up if you wish it to be a living shell for your pathetic excuse for a spirit at that time."
The presence didn't know it, but it had given Tracius a vital clue as to what had happened. It evinced a sense recognizable as being identical to Shakaar's during his evil turn. It had the same attitude. He wasn't sure of the exact circumstances, but it was likely some portion of Shakaar's evil had made its way into him, manifesting as a dark alternate personality. It probably happened when Shakaar sacrificed himself to resurrect not only Tracius, but the vast majority of the victims of Ludious' destructive swath across the planet.
There was a good chance that the dark presence had been gaining in power, allowing it to take such full control for such a long time now, and to also do so when he wasn't angered sufficiently. Yet, he couldn't quite theorize why he was still conscious this time, beyond the speculation that it was a side-effect of the total take-over without the anger trigger present.
He sent out questing tendrils of thought toward the presence's mind, keeping their touch light as a feather. However, the presence took no notice, assuming him to be cowed, ignoring him as insignificant.
What Tracius was able to pick out amongst the strongest of the other's mind's thoughts and feelings nearly terrified him into catatonia. He retreated, figuratively speaking, into the darkest corner he could find, and considered what he'd discovered. He decided that he could not allow the events planned to proceed unprotested.
Reaching back out to the presence, he sent, "You cannot do this. They are innocent."
The sneering sensation returned as he was answered with, "All the better. Didn't I tell you to shut up? Must I say it again? How would you like to get your body back missing its limbs?"
Unfazed, Tracius replied, "They are protected. No matter what powers you have, or what you can steal from my magic, you cannot succeed. Even if you did kill the woman and her son, you will be killed in retaliation. I will die as well, but I consider that a small price easily paid for my friend's beloved."
The presence gave a mental equivalent of a snort, then growled, "I'm counting on it. With their sacrifice, yes and the rest of the nuns', I will gain immense power. Spilling their blood on the holy ground will empower me enough to stand against any that come against me, save one. He, I intend to have angered enough that I will be able to take back what was once mine. Ah, and "beloved"? She is a talking monkey, nothing more. A whore, at that."
"You know, better than any, that that's not true," Tracius reproached. "She was the best thing that had ever happened to you. It was she that freed you from your cycle of destruction and hate, she that...."
"SHE FREED NOTHING!" raged the other mind. "She caused my imprisonment! She made me weak! I failed my father again because of her!"
"She cured the madness that had consumed Gabriel," Tracius sent, quiet in comparison to the other's rantings. "For that, she should be considered a saint amongst your pantheon. And their son, he stands as an example of the good that can come from the joining of the two most favored of your God's creations. You consider me and all elvenkind to be inferior because we exist outside of your domain, yet within your power, making us less than animals in your eyes. And, here I am, a half-breed myself, elvish and human, and you're using me as you would the horse we sit on. Is that the respect for all living things your Creator wants you to have? Or are you still your father's son?"
"Shut up," the presence replied sullenly. Then, raging again, it shouted, "If you don't stay silent, I will ensure your pathetic Veronica's end will be as painful as I can conceive of for her kind! And, by the Dark Father, I will do everything in my regained power to entrap that scrap of a soul she has and personally torment her for EONS!"
At this, Tracius did fall silent once more. Only, this time he was gathering as much will as he could, attempting to gain at least some measure of control over his puppeteered body. If he could get control over even just one small aspect, he felt he stood a chance at interfering later. The presence could not yet take any vengeance upon him any more than it already had, not if it wanted even the smallest chance of success against the forces that he was hoping were readying themselves to stop "him" from taking any innocent lives.
He pushed, strained, and suddenly his body's lips moved, letting a small whisper of hope escape.
"Run. Run, Beatrice and Daniel. Death rides through the night."
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Post by beatricedantes on Apr 27, 2018 20:09:00 GMT -6
Beatrice gives a step back scared ..."Run" she whispers...."Run where....?" she keeps repeting the words, looking around the empty room, she then turns away and looks at the image of Saint Joseph...."Where?" At this moment the back door makes a ruge noise as the wind blows fast around the place, like a storm..." yes..." she runs over there , going right to the back of the main room, she opens the door and runs over to the narrow access to the basement, a place long ago used to torture the witches of the inquisition, so much pain was down there that no one was able to go down those stairs, but she has to, she runs as fast as she can her hood falling back down revealing her face , but she doesn't care for it, there is no one there to see her face , her suffering face...as sson as she gets the basement door she sighs and pulls it, was really heavy, with huge strength she opens it and then again she closes it behind her..walking over the dark room, she gropes the dry and stone wall...the smell was strong down there , mouldy...it was also cold...she tries to walk fast but it was really impossible and then she sees a little light coming from a hole in a corner she approuches there and goes down on her knees.."Lord, I know it is not the right time but please..." and then she starts to pray..knowing she has no place to go...waiting for the good news come to bring her back...
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Post by Dukal Lee on May 2, 2018 14:26:57 GMT -6
Dukal watched as the woman retreated deeper into the convent for a moment, then turned his attention away. If he could not slow down the threat that was coming, let alone stop it, there would be little shelter for the former wife of his old friend to hide in. Nalthese glittered as he was drawn from the sheath that hung at the vampire hunter's back. Heh, whispered a very small part of his psyche, so insignificant that it was likely that Dukal, himself, was aware of it. Vampire hunting doesn't prepare one to face the darkness that is coming.
For that darkness was coming closer and closer, closing the miles of night by leaps and bounds, until Dukal barely needed his advantage in hearing his father's bloodline ensured to discern the hoof beats of a tiring horse being driven far beyond its limits in speed and endurance. He stepped out from the door, shutting it behind him, then approached the path the horse seemed to be driving toward the convent. The outer walls would surely be of little hindrance, let alone any nun foolish enough to stand in the darkness' path. Rising moonlight glinted on the blade he held drawn, whitening the rosette it reflected from the very last fading rays of the setting sun. He held the blade alongside his head, edge upward, point directed at an invisible opponent's chest before him.
"In for a penny..." he muttered to himself.
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Post by Malachi on May 2, 2018 14:38:45 GMT -6
Malachi groaned in his mind as he felt both his control over magic and the ability of his sword's runes to control his berserk fury being strained almost to their limits by the dual-effort of following the wildly erratic path the body-napped Sunain leader had taken and transporting the two extra passengers on his trip through the very shadows of the world. He had to keep such a tight control on the Weave of magic to be able to follow even vaguely along the same path. When his sense of where Tracius was seemed to finally "settle" in a regular forward pattern, he brought the party even further along the Shadow Pathways at even greater speed, popping them back into the physical world from a shadow cast by a tree, a nunnery in the some half-mile distance.
Immediately after releasing control over his magics, he pitched over face-first into the loam around the tree, nearly eating a mouthful in his suddenly unconscious state.
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Post by Tracius Sunain on May 2, 2018 15:20:52 GMT -6
The horse approaching the convent was on its last legs, quite literally. The black cloaked figure sitting astride it kept it moving at a terrified gallop, however, through the sheer presence of its malice. Deep shadows born seemingly from the very darkness beneath the cloak spread over the figure's humanoid outline, blurring it until it resembled a figure made of the pure blackness between the night's stars. It wasn't very long before the convent came within sight. Spurring the poor beast to one final burst of speed, he pulled hard on the reigns, causing the terrified animal to leap to try and escape the horrible rider's presence.
The horse landed some thirty feet from Dukal, its forelegs shattered into jelly by the impact, the upper body slamming into the ground with nearly equal results. The dread rider vaulted forward, landing ten feet from the Hunter. It rose to its "feet", the shadows that suggested a head lifting in Dukal's direction. From deep within the shadows, he could view two burning red eyes and an inhumanly-wide smile revealing many teeth.
"Let me pass, half-breed," came hissing from the hooded head. "If you don't, I'd love to put to the test just how much your kind can endure beyond normal mortals before it overrides your other half's ability to heal." A hand-shaped appendage of flowing night gripped a saber that hung at its side, withdrawing it from the sheath, holding its place with a strange laxness, as if honestly uncaring how this confrontation turned out but was only going through with it because it might be amusing.
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Post by kenryo on May 2, 2018 16:17:42 GMT -6
(Hart)
Feeling the magic pulling him through space at Malachi's command made Hart's stomach churn. A fine mage that he was, he always hated traveling this way but trusted in Malachi's ability.
As they returned the the physical world, he let out a deep breath. But before he could say a word he say Malachi plant into the ground. "SHIT!". Standing over him he under hooked both of his arms pulling him up vertically. Then carefully brought him closer to the same tree they appeared by, lowering him into a seated position bracing him against it.
Looking up to Veronika "Well.... this could be a problem if things go south... I didn't think about how much this would strain him.... And he's defenseless right now..." Looking around to catch his bearing. His ears twitched back a couple of times to try and listen for any give away of where Tracius could be. "Veronika, IF...." His voice grew stern "For whatever reason I can't wait for him to come too.... Don't leave his side. We can't risk something happening to him after all he's done for us. I'll try and wait it out, but heavens only know what's about to happen." With that he stood and continued to survey the area and listen.
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Post by Veronika Sunain on May 6, 2018 13:57:50 GMT -6
Very coudn't help but scream, loudly, not sure about what was happening , they were flying...and then all was dark and they were moving, she feels sick...but quickly she felt she was back but that wasn't her house, she blinks and them she saw Mal and Hart already pulling him close to the tree she was..."Ah..Hart.." she wispers, her coat was stuck on a branch and was ripped..."Really" she grumbles...and then she takes it away...as Hart talks to her.."She looks at him and blink...she shakes her head..."What are you saying? " she was whispering..."Who's side...." she was really dizzy...not understanding what he is saying...she had never traveled like that before, she was really dizzy now...or somehow she was playing dumb, she couldn't even think about losing none of them, they were just back together...and now all of them were leaving her again...she gives Hart a slightly smiles...as she watches him.."Let me know what is going on...I am not able to hear anything..." saying this she goes on her knees close to Malachi.."Are you alright Mal..." she smiles as she cleans his face with a small rag ripped from her coat...."See...another time, maybe , we should landed away from trees...maybe on flowers...huh?! My coat was ripped ..." she cleans his face gently, knowing he had made his best..but that was Very and this is how she is...as she helps Malachi, she thinks about Tracius...after sometime she leans back on the tree and closes her eyes...trying to connect with him.."Hey Tray...this is me...Very....please I need you..comeback , please....my coat is ripped and probably I am going to feel cold ....be right back, please big brother...I need you...I love you..." she opens her teared eyes as she waits for Hart
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Post by Dukal Lee on May 6, 2018 21:09:05 GMT -6
Dukal held his place and pose, point of the sword now aimed squarely at where the breastbone of the eldritch being that now stood before him. "You shall not have the woman within," he said as calmly as if he were discussing breeding methods at a cattle yard. "If the power lies within me to deny you this prize, I shall do so."
Almost imperceptibly, he flexed each of his muscles to loosen them up for any move that might be required of them.
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Post by Tracius Sunain on May 6, 2018 21:18:23 GMT -6
Having full command over whatever facilities that the erstwhile body of Tracius had, the embodiment of all of the hatred, wrath, evilness...the very darkness that was a part of the former angel Gabriel, stood before the vampire hunter, holding its blade in a quite careless manner. The collected energies of all the spells at the Sunain leader's command seemed to crackle just beneath the black surface of the being's "body". With a chuckle, he turned away from the half-breed and began to walk away.
After a few paces, he turned and snapped his arm forward as if throwing something. From the look of it, it was simply a small glowing chip of wood. However, roiling deep inside that chip were energies that would release in a spectacular explosion of flame and concussive force. More than enough to level the small hovel behind Dukal, let alone what it would do to even his supernaturally durable body.
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Post by Malachi on May 6, 2018 21:33:15 GMT -6
Malachi barely even moved, let alone groaned, from his unconscious state. He had used a lot of his personal stores of inner strength to keep control over energies that had transported the three through hundreds, if not thousands, of miles from one side of the country to the other through the very shadows cast upon the ground they traversed.
Kept hidden within the sheath across his back, one of the runes on the blade of his sword beginning to lose the glow that emanated from it, going dark slowly. First one, then another...
(OOC: seriously, sorry so short, but there ain't much of a way to say IC that he's out and not likely to wake up any time soon)
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