"You heard him!" Morsereg barked to the slaves, motioning them forward. He had felt a slight waver in his control as they saw one of their own die but, luckily, those he had chosen had weak mental control to begin with, and having already been under his spell for some time, they were beginning to lose even more control. They were almost completely his unless he chose to let go.
The slaves rushed forward and began helping Darkheart wrench away the spears. They knew he spoke wisely, with what little knowledge they could store in their otherwise empty and void minds, so once the spears were cleared away two of them took them in hand to push the corpse forward more, grasping the spears tight as they pushed forward.
Morsereg resumed his position cleverly in the middle of the mass, for security purposes. While he could take alot more physically than the mortals that surrounded him could, he preferred that they be caught unaware in place of him. He then mused over the thought of how convenient it had been for him to have slaves with him, now that they had successfully saved himself and Darkheart from two possible deaths.
Cemetary Crypt
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The trail of blood from the pushed corpse led the way. Bits of disturbed moss littered the trail, but the combination of blood and slick moss helped the body slide easily.
Around the slight bend, the trail continued for several hundred more yards. The carvings began to thin out, then stop altogether. The last carving was in much more detail then many that had come before.
A man lay on a bed, dreaming. If someone were to look very closely, a small amulet with the insignia of a blood drop on it could be seen on the dreaming man's chest. Within his dreams, he stood on a mound of the dead, his sword raised to slay more as they climbed the mound to reach the warrior. The dream warrior wore armor covered in spikes, with a blood drop insignia on the chest. A cloud of something seemed to almost flow from his left hand, the man coming against him on that side looked nearly reduced to bones. The face in the dream was blank, as was that of the man on the bed.
The vampire's slaves continued past the last carving, hardly even registering it. In the torchlight, a door could be seen, several yards ahead. A shout went up from the men in front, exclaiming that they had found a door as those trailing behind reached the are of the carving.
Krevster would hear, if he chose to listen, the guiding voice enter his head again. A single question would nearly explode into his head, and some force would attempt to turn his head to look at the etching on the wall.
IS IT POWER YOU SEEK?
The trail of blood from the pushed corpse led the way. Bits of disturbed moss littered the trail, but the combination of blood and slick moss helped the body slide easily.
Around the slight bend, the trail continued for several hundred more yards. The carvings began to thin out, then stop altogether. The last carving was in much more detail then many that had come before.
A man lay on a bed, dreaming. If someone were to look very closely, a small amulet with the insignia of a blood drop on it could be seen on the dreaming man's chest. Within his dreams, he stood on a mound of the dead, his sword raised to slay more as they climbed the mound to reach the warrior. The dream warrior wore armor covered in spikes, with a blood drop insignia on the chest. A cloud of something seemed to almost flow from his left hand, the man coming against him on that side looked nearly reduced to bones. The face in the dream was blank, as was that of the man on the bed.
The vampire's slaves continued past the last carving, hardly even registering it. In the torchlight, a door could be seen, several yards ahead. A shout went up from the men in front, exclaiming that they had found a door as those trailing behind reached the are of the carving.
Krevster would hear, if he chose to listen, the guiding voice enter his head again. A single question would nearly explode into his head, and some force would attempt to turn his head to look at the etching on the wall.
IS IT POWER YOU SEEK?
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YES!!!
The answer was emphatic, the thought returned to the entity with even greater power and emphasis than the question itself. This search for power was not a desperate and needful craving, but a quest pursued with passion and purpose, a cause in itself.
Lost in the force of his psychic shout, Krevster's head snapped suddenly towards the wall. Towards the image of a dark warrior who struck down his foes in a heap of bodies, who reduced men to bones with fell power.
Yes. That is the power I seek.
"Get through the door!" Krevster snarled fiercely at the calling slaves, barely regaining the control not to shout. A shout would tempt the structure of the building and echo to incomprehensibility. Yet his eagerness showed in his voice.
One question, almost a doubt, which came to mind, was the thought of the power being in dreams. Would that power extend to the physical world? Or would he simply dream of being powerful?
Expecting a further test to come, he grasped his spear two-handed, ready to make good use of the extra reach. Whatever would oppose him in the next room, he would face it, fighting with the spear to kill with reach, the sword on his belt for cutting, the axe to crush through his foes, and a dagger to thrust from close.
Thought was given to the shield on his back, and he made sure to bear mind of it, but for now found it easier to wield a longspear two handed.
Eyes alight with anticipation, he looked for what was in the next room. He wanted something to die.
The answer was emphatic, the thought returned to the entity with even greater power and emphasis than the question itself. This search for power was not a desperate and needful craving, but a quest pursued with passion and purpose, a cause in itself.
Lost in the force of his psychic shout, Krevster's head snapped suddenly towards the wall. Towards the image of a dark warrior who struck down his foes in a heap of bodies, who reduced men to bones with fell power.
Yes. That is the power I seek.
"Get through the door!" Krevster snarled fiercely at the calling slaves, barely regaining the control not to shout. A shout would tempt the structure of the building and echo to incomprehensibility. Yet his eagerness showed in his voice.
One question, almost a doubt, which came to mind, was the thought of the power being in dreams. Would that power extend to the physical world? Or would he simply dream of being powerful?
Expecting a further test to come, he grasped his spear two-handed, ready to make good use of the extra reach. Whatever would oppose him in the next room, he would face it, fighting with the spear to kill with reach, the sword on his belt for cutting, the axe to crush through his foes, and a dagger to thrust from close.
Thought was given to the shield on his back, and he made sure to bear mind of it, but for now found it easier to wield a longspear two handed.
Eyes alight with anticipation, he looked for what was in the next room. He wanted something to die.
If violence is not the answer, you have asked me the wrong question.
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Morsereg noticed a change in Krevster's demeanor once the door was brought into question, though physically he showed no signs of seeing any differences at all. His eyes, like those of his mortal companion, traveled to the last, detailed carving. Were they all leading up to this one carving? All of them, detailing sacrifices...rituals and death...were all the acts depicted along the walls committed for this final product? For this power that the man in this last carving possessed? It seemed odd for them to end here if it wasn't the finished product of the long line of carvings...
Were all of these carvings perhaps a log of some sorts, kept by the inscribers, in the same way that in more recent years, mortals would use paper to record their findings - something Morsereg never seemed to understand. Why leave your thoughts, your very being written out on paper for anyone to take and use to delve into your mind? It was like opening up your skull and inviting them in to take a look at what goes on inside your head...Not a very intelligent thing to do, if you always wanted to keep your enemy guessing. But, then again...even carving these inscriptions onto the walls would not have been a foolish idea...after all, it would not have been easy for anyone to get past that Giant Worm to be able to read these.
"Yes! Get through the door!" Morsereg cried after Krevster had done so, assuring his slaves that it was the right thing to do. He was curious as to what lay beyond, now, that the writer had done transcribing to them his blood-soaked path to power and glory...An idea that Morsereg was no stranger to, having already begun his road along a blood-soaked path of power, glory...and immortality.
His eyes then moved to set on the door, the pale fingers on one hand stretching themselves as he readied for what lay beyond, the other hand hanging warily near the hilt of his sword should he need it...waiting for what the door would reveal as he called once more for his slaves to open the door.
Were all of these carvings perhaps a log of some sorts, kept by the inscribers, in the same way that in more recent years, mortals would use paper to record their findings - something Morsereg never seemed to understand. Why leave your thoughts, your very being written out on paper for anyone to take and use to delve into your mind? It was like opening up your skull and inviting them in to take a look at what goes on inside your head...Not a very intelligent thing to do, if you always wanted to keep your enemy guessing. But, then again...even carving these inscriptions onto the walls would not have been a foolish idea...after all, it would not have been easy for anyone to get past that Giant Worm to be able to read these.
"Yes! Get through the door!" Morsereg cried after Krevster had done so, assuring his slaves that it was the right thing to do. He was curious as to what lay beyond, now, that the writer had done transcribing to them his blood-soaked path to power and glory...An idea that Morsereg was no stranger to, having already begun his road along a blood-soaked path of power, glory...and immortality.
His eyes then moved to set on the door, the pale fingers on one hand stretching themselves as he readied for what lay beyond, the other hand hanging warily near the hilt of his sword should he need it...waiting for what the door would reveal as he called once more for his slaves to open the door.
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The slaves began tearing at the door in a frenzy at the dual shouts. Thought nearly abandoned them as they caught onto the urgency and excitement of Krevster at least, and the eagerness of their vampire master.
It took several moments until one decided to simply try the door latch, which turned out to be unlocked. The door creaked slowly outward as several of the slaves had to push back in order to allow the door to open.
In what could only be called eagerness, the voice in Krevster's mind sounded again as the door first creaked open.
It is good you are eager for the test. This shall be your final one. Fight well, champion. There was a slight pause. Survive, Champion. The capitalization of the second 'champion' was clearly there.
Even as the voice finished speaking in Krevster's head, giving him no time for a shout, the door was only halfway open.
Something thudded into the far side and blasted the door fully open, tossing three of the slaves into the wall and down the hall. Two slumped unconscious agains the wall, while the third flew directly at Morsereg.
Nearly filling the doorway was a huge two-headed dog. Drool and slaver dripped from between both sets of razor sharp teeth as red eyes swept across the slaves. The right hand head (everyone elses left) raised to the ceiling and bayed while the left hand head growled menacingly, lips peeled back and drool dripping between its teeth. The baying echoed sharply down the hall as the creature suddenly lunged forward, snapping both sets of manacing teeth at the vampire's slaves.
The slaves began tearing at the door in a frenzy at the dual shouts. Thought nearly abandoned them as they caught onto the urgency and excitement of Krevster at least, and the eagerness of their vampire master.
It took several moments until one decided to simply try the door latch, which turned out to be unlocked. The door creaked slowly outward as several of the slaves had to push back in order to allow the door to open.
In what could only be called eagerness, the voice in Krevster's mind sounded again as the door first creaked open.
It is good you are eager for the test. This shall be your final one. Fight well, champion. There was a slight pause. Survive, Champion. The capitalization of the second 'champion' was clearly there.
Even as the voice finished speaking in Krevster's head, giving him no time for a shout, the door was only halfway open.
Something thudded into the far side and blasted the door fully open, tossing three of the slaves into the wall and down the hall. Two slumped unconscious agains the wall, while the third flew directly at Morsereg.
Nearly filling the doorway was a huge two-headed dog. Drool and slaver dripped from between both sets of razor sharp teeth as red eyes swept across the slaves. The right hand head (everyone elses left) raised to the ceiling and bayed while the left hand head growled menacingly, lips peeled back and drool dripping between its teeth. The baying echoed sharply down the hall as the creature suddenly lunged forward, snapping both sets of manacing teeth at the vampire's slaves.
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As people scrambled in fear and lives ended, all Krevster felt was the thrill of bloodlust, eagerness to bring pain and death. Idly, a thought drifted through his mind suggesting that these monsters were the allies that he could soon come to expect. In that sense, it was a shame to kill them. Nevertheless, a grim smile spread on his face beneath the open-faced helm. Now was time for killing.
Ironically enough, the size of the beast was actually a disadvantage for it, as every weapon it could use was too large for any gaps in his armour. In essence, he had full body protection from his harnessed plate.
One of the mind-slaves was too slow to escape the rush of the beast, and was caught in both snapping jaws at once, lifted off the ground in a deadly grip and with each head pulling in a different direction. In but an instant, blood pooled in a torrent on the ground below as flesh parted from the pressure, then the body split into two halves of sundered flesh, torn apart like a wishbone.
A second mind-slave was too slow to get out the way of Krevster, who barreled him over with his pauldron. The impact from the vastly larger man struck heavily and sent the poor victim sprawling at the feet of the creature. Amusingly enough, the poor soul skidding across the floor took him through the pool of blood, dealing with the hazard as if a human mop.
Another mind-slave rushed past in instinctive fear, allowing a reasonably clear rush at the creature. Dipping his spear and crouching, Krevster made a solid step forwards and thrust upwards, hoping to get the spear under the creature so that the weight would make the weapon pierce deeper.
He aimed to strike the chest from below, although he would be more than happy with landing a stab between the two necks. If he could land the blow, he would use his strength to try and force the beast off the floor, which would leave it wonderfully vulnerable to the others.
Ironically enough, the size of the beast was actually a disadvantage for it, as every weapon it could use was too large for any gaps in his armour. In essence, he had full body protection from his harnessed plate.
One of the mind-slaves was too slow to escape the rush of the beast, and was caught in both snapping jaws at once, lifted off the ground in a deadly grip and with each head pulling in a different direction. In but an instant, blood pooled in a torrent on the ground below as flesh parted from the pressure, then the body split into two halves of sundered flesh, torn apart like a wishbone.
A second mind-slave was too slow to get out the way of Krevster, who barreled him over with his pauldron. The impact from the vastly larger man struck heavily and sent the poor victim sprawling at the feet of the creature. Amusingly enough, the poor soul skidding across the floor took him through the pool of blood, dealing with the hazard as if a human mop.
Another mind-slave rushed past in instinctive fear, allowing a reasonably clear rush at the creature. Dipping his spear and crouching, Krevster made a solid step forwards and thrust upwards, hoping to get the spear under the creature so that the weight would make the weapon pierce deeper.
He aimed to strike the chest from below, although he would be more than happy with landing a stab between the two necks. If he could land the blow, he would use his strength to try and force the beast off the floor, which would leave it wonderfully vulnerable to the others.
If violence is not the answer, you have asked me the wrong question.
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Morsereg hissed, quite audibly, once the hound reared its head. He felt his control over the fearful slaves waver as they ran, but thrust a cold hand down upon their minds almost immediately, freezing them in place from going anywhere. One of the slaves seemed to escape that control in the fear, and as he ran away Morsereg grabbed the back of his shirt mid-run, tossing him towards the dog as if in an offering of food.
"Attack. The. Heads." He ordered the slaves, who picked up their fragments of spears and rushed forward to join Krevster in his attack. As they ran towards the dog, brandishing spears, a smirk crawled across Morsereg's face. His hand rested on the hilt at his side...he hadn't wielded a blade in quite awhile.
He withdrew the blade, staring into the steel, though he saw nothing in return save for the caverns behind him. Holding it by his side, he followed the others towards the large obstacle, and as the left neck dipped down to feast upon a slave, Morsereg took a swing.
"Attack. The. Heads." He ordered the slaves, who picked up their fragments of spears and rushed forward to join Krevster in his attack. As they ran towards the dog, brandishing spears, a smirk crawled across Morsereg's face. His hand rested on the hilt at his side...he hadn't wielded a blade in quite awhile.
He withdrew the blade, staring into the steel, though he saw nothing in return save for the caverns behind him. Holding it by his side, he followed the others towards the large obstacle, and as the left neck dipped down to feast upon a slave, Morsereg took a swing.
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Blood flew as teeth tore into flesh. With little shakes of it's heads, the two-headed dog tossed Morsereg's slaves to the side as if they were dolls. Many of those tossed aside would never rise again, while a select few were merely mortally wounded.
The creature, being not overly bright and now lost in bloodlust, gave no thought to the two more dangerous beings approaching it. Several of the slaves were now holding it at bay while both Krevster and Morsereg moved in on it. Several bloody cuts and slight stab wounds dripped blood down the creature's torso and flanks, but it noticed those as little as it noticed the two in command of the little group.
One head's attention dropped to the body of the slave sliding towards it from Krevster's impact. That head, the left, dipped down to tear into the fresh victim as Morsereg approached. The sword descended with all the strength of a bloodthirsty vampire behind it, and the impact nearly cut the head straight from the body. The slave at it's feet, however, had lost his face to a vicious bite.
At the same time, the right hand head focused on Krevster as he put himself forward to thrust the spear. With surprising quickness, the creature shifted sideways and dipped it's head to the side, catching the thrust spear in it's jaws and biting hard. A wooden spear would snap easily, while a metal spear would simply bend into near uselessness.
The second head suddenly released Krevster's spear and raised it's head into a short, pained howl as it's partner was struck from the body. Surprisingly little blood came from the severed neck, a trait of this particular two headed creature to allow it to continue it's fight.
The head no longer cared about the city guard, but turned it's full and brutal attention on Morsereg. Hindquarters bunched as clawed feet dug into the cavern floor.
The creature leaped at the vampire with all the strength and rage it had in it, intent on Morsereg's throat.
Blood flew as teeth tore into flesh. With little shakes of it's heads, the two-headed dog tossed Morsereg's slaves to the side as if they were dolls. Many of those tossed aside would never rise again, while a select few were merely mortally wounded.
The creature, being not overly bright and now lost in bloodlust, gave no thought to the two more dangerous beings approaching it. Several of the slaves were now holding it at bay while both Krevster and Morsereg moved in on it. Several bloody cuts and slight stab wounds dripped blood down the creature's torso and flanks, but it noticed those as little as it noticed the two in command of the little group.
One head's attention dropped to the body of the slave sliding towards it from Krevster's impact. That head, the left, dipped down to tear into the fresh victim as Morsereg approached. The sword descended with all the strength of a bloodthirsty vampire behind it, and the impact nearly cut the head straight from the body. The slave at it's feet, however, had lost his face to a vicious bite.
At the same time, the right hand head focused on Krevster as he put himself forward to thrust the spear. With surprising quickness, the creature shifted sideways and dipped it's head to the side, catching the thrust spear in it's jaws and biting hard. A wooden spear would snap easily, while a metal spear would simply bend into near uselessness.
The second head suddenly released Krevster's spear and raised it's head into a short, pained howl as it's partner was struck from the body. Surprisingly little blood came from the severed neck, a trait of this particular two headed creature to allow it to continue it's fight.
The head no longer cared about the city guard, but turned it's full and brutal attention on Morsereg. Hindquarters bunched as clawed feet dug into the cavern floor.
The creature leaped at the vampire with all the strength and rage it had in it, intent on Morsereg's throat.
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SNAP!
While the end of the spear was in a metal socket, the twisting force of the wrenching bite was enough to splinter the wood sheathed inside the steel socket. Thus, the socketed head fell from the stave as if it had been secured by an idiot in the first place.
Needless to say, Krevster was embarassed.
However, spears were still marvellous weapons against large monsters, since they had the advantage of reach, a large target to thrust at, and the fact that the monster would have to strike around the spear itself. So it was a good thing he had more spears handy.
On that note, the fighter snatched a spear from a nearby mindslave with one hand, who briefly struggled instinctively before Krevster responded by slamming him in the face with the fist of his metal gauntlet. A straight punch, backed with all the force of his shoulder and hip, coming from the body to land in the face of the victim with a sickening crunch.
Keeping hold of the spear, he yanked it free with no resistance while the previous owner crumpled to the ground in a messy heap.
While approaching from the side was one option, the beast was committing to the attack on Morsereg, sacrificing defence upon the altar of rage.
So as it was coiling for the attack, Krevster shifted to be a little more in-line with the intended leap, so that he could direct his spear-thrust directly into the trajectory of the springing beast rather than try to time his thrust to strike it on the way past.
While at an angle, he was still striking from the front, thrusting his spear up like before, aiming for the exposed chest. There was plenty of creature to hit, the mass making it an easy target.
The blind leap would bring the creature airborne to land directly upon Krevster's spear, like the spikes of a pit trap at work.
He would claim this kill. He would prove worthy. And then, he would shed the blood of these many slaves as a grand sacrifice to the unholy power at work, that would be his offering for the reward of power.
While the end of the spear was in a metal socket, the twisting force of the wrenching bite was enough to splinter the wood sheathed inside the steel socket. Thus, the socketed head fell from the stave as if it had been secured by an idiot in the first place.
Needless to say, Krevster was embarassed.
However, spears were still marvellous weapons against large monsters, since they had the advantage of reach, a large target to thrust at, and the fact that the monster would have to strike around the spear itself. So it was a good thing he had more spears handy.
On that note, the fighter snatched a spear from a nearby mindslave with one hand, who briefly struggled instinctively before Krevster responded by slamming him in the face with the fist of his metal gauntlet. A straight punch, backed with all the force of his shoulder and hip, coming from the body to land in the face of the victim with a sickening crunch.
Keeping hold of the spear, he yanked it free with no resistance while the previous owner crumpled to the ground in a messy heap.
While approaching from the side was one option, the beast was committing to the attack on Morsereg, sacrificing defence upon the altar of rage.
So as it was coiling for the attack, Krevster shifted to be a little more in-line with the intended leap, so that he could direct his spear-thrust directly into the trajectory of the springing beast rather than try to time his thrust to strike it on the way past.
While at an angle, he was still striking from the front, thrusting his spear up like before, aiming for the exposed chest. There was plenty of creature to hit, the mass making it an easy target.
The blind leap would bring the creature airborne to land directly upon Krevster's spear, like the spikes of a pit trap at work.
He would claim this kill. He would prove worthy. And then, he would shed the blood of these many slaves as a grand sacrifice to the unholy power at work, that would be his offering for the reward of power.
If violence is not the answer, you have asked me the wrong question.
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Morsereg's sadistic grin at the sight of the head falling from its body quickly vanished into a more serious note as the beast directed all of it's rage at him. Hand tightening on the hilt of his sword, he stood in wait.
Then...it leaped at the Vampire. Tensing up, he noticed Krevster's actions out of the corner of his eye. The Guard brought up his spear so as to impale the creature as it came down, which was in it's own a smart move. Morsereg rose his own sword in similar fashion, aiming his thrust towards the remaining neck of the great beast as it came down.
If all went according to plan, the creature's leap would impale itself not once, but twice, and would be soundly defeated. Much quicker work than that blasted Worm...
Then...it leaped at the Vampire. Tensing up, he noticed Krevster's actions out of the corner of his eye. The Guard brought up his spear so as to impale the creature as it came down, which was in it's own a smart move. Morsereg rose his own sword in similar fashion, aiming his thrust towards the remaining neck of the great beast as it came down.
If all went according to plan, the creature's leap would impale itself not once, but twice, and would be soundly defeated. Much quicker work than that blasted Worm...
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It leaped.
Nearly a hundred stone of angry muscle and fangs hurtled towards Morsereg. Chips from the cavern floor, made by the creatures clawed feet, pattered against the wall behind it. Rage made it blind, and pain was nothing to it.
Krevster's spear punctured where intended, slipping easily through the creatures flesh to catch between two ribs. For a time quicker than thought, both spear and ribs held, flexing, before the hard iron won over simple flesh and bone. The pointed spear slipped through, driving through lungs and other organs.
The beast continued past Krevster in its leap, still so intent on it's victim that it had yet to realize it was moments from death. The guttural howl that had begun escaping from it's throat turned to a bubbling rasp, but the intense red eyes held to its target.
Morsereg's sword also found its intended mark, the point slipping through flesh and sinew to reach the vital artery flowing to the creature's brain. A torrent of blood spilled out towards Morsereg even as the creature continued its momentum. With the last of its strength, the hound head snapped its jaws shut, still aimed at the vampire's throat.
The momentum carried it into the wall behind Morsereg, where it crumpled in a heap, unmoving.
It leaped.
Nearly a hundred stone of angry muscle and fangs hurtled towards Morsereg. Chips from the cavern floor, made by the creatures clawed feet, pattered against the wall behind it. Rage made it blind, and pain was nothing to it.
Krevster's spear punctured where intended, slipping easily through the creatures flesh to catch between two ribs. For a time quicker than thought, both spear and ribs held, flexing, before the hard iron won over simple flesh and bone. The pointed spear slipped through, driving through lungs and other organs.
The beast continued past Krevster in its leap, still so intent on it's victim that it had yet to realize it was moments from death. The guttural howl that had begun escaping from it's throat turned to a bubbling rasp, but the intense red eyes held to its target.
Morsereg's sword also found its intended mark, the point slipping through flesh and sinew to reach the vital artery flowing to the creature's brain. A torrent of blood spilled out towards Morsereg even as the creature continued its momentum. With the last of its strength, the hound head snapped its jaws shut, still aimed at the vampire's throat.
The momentum carried it into the wall behind Morsereg, where it crumpled in a heap, unmoving.
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Morsereg let himself go with the creature's momentum as it fell towards the wall - better crash against a wall than break the sword he might need. Stone met his back, which rumbled as the creature plummeted into it, slumping against the ground, undeniably dead. He took this chance to draw the blade from the dog's neck, coated in blood...
He leaned forward, tongue meeting cold steel as he ran it along one flat side of the blade from hilt to tip, licking off the blood. He sheathed the sword afterwards, looking at Krevster. "Well, there's another one down," He smirked from his place on the ground, sitting next to the body. Blood was seeping from the puncture wound in the hound's neck - quite profusely. One cold hand came to meet the stream of blood as he sat there, quickly filling the cupped hand which he quickly rose to his mouth, taking as much blood as he could for a little enjoyment after a battle well-fought.
Soon he stood, brushing bits of debris off of his clothing and moving a stray strand of hair out of his face. He took to a head count of his slaves, placing a foot upon one of the dead bodies before him - a good few had been taken against the beast, but that's what they were there for, wasn't it?
Morsereg removed his foot, glancing down at the body below him. He grasped a handful of hair, pulling the body up so it dangled infront of his face, limp and lifeless, before he shoved his teeth into the neck, greedily taking whatever blood was left. As the body became dry, he tossed it again to the ground, wiping a stray speck of blood from his lips.
His eyes then moved to Krevster, who seemed unharmed. "So, where to next? Through the door to whatever that dog was hiding?"
He leaned forward, tongue meeting cold steel as he ran it along one flat side of the blade from hilt to tip, licking off the blood. He sheathed the sword afterwards, looking at Krevster. "Well, there's another one down," He smirked from his place on the ground, sitting next to the body. Blood was seeping from the puncture wound in the hound's neck - quite profusely. One cold hand came to meet the stream of blood as he sat there, quickly filling the cupped hand which he quickly rose to his mouth, taking as much blood as he could for a little enjoyment after a battle well-fought.
Soon he stood, brushing bits of debris off of his clothing and moving a stray strand of hair out of his face. He took to a head count of his slaves, placing a foot upon one of the dead bodies before him - a good few had been taken against the beast, but that's what they were there for, wasn't it?
Morsereg removed his foot, glancing down at the body below him. He grasped a handful of hair, pulling the body up so it dangled infront of his face, limp and lifeless, before he shoved his teeth into the neck, greedily taking whatever blood was left. As the body became dry, he tossed it again to the ground, wiping a stray speck of blood from his lips.
His eyes then moved to Krevster, who seemed unharmed. "So, where to next? Through the door to whatever that dog was hiding?"
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A good fight, a joyous moment of slaughter and death to thrill the bones and stir the blood. Victory had come, and the prize was next.
Watching the vampire drink from the vanquished, it was hard not to smile, a rightful reward for a battle well fought. By what he knew of the power within, the blood of the other mind-slaves would have a purpose yet.
His spear had snapped in his grasp when the great demonhound sprung past, leaving his hands free for his next task. Reaching down, he dragged up the slumped form of the unconscious mind-slave, in case his blood would be of use as soon as he hoped.
I am ready.
Already, he was sending trap fodder through the door ahead, from the moment he had confirmed that the foe was dead, wasting now time while his comrade claimed a prize of his own. Roughly seven got through before the killer's patience exhausted and he stode that way himself.
"With luck, there will be power in that blood. That was the last test. By the carving outside, the prize within uses dreams to teach black magic." Now a crooked grin spread from within his helm, "We have seen the symbols of a blood cult, who I expect have high status for you."
And then, he was through the door to claim his prize.
Watching the vampire drink from the vanquished, it was hard not to smile, a rightful reward for a battle well fought. By what he knew of the power within, the blood of the other mind-slaves would have a purpose yet.
His spear had snapped in his grasp when the great demonhound sprung past, leaving his hands free for his next task. Reaching down, he dragged up the slumped form of the unconscious mind-slave, in case his blood would be of use as soon as he hoped.
I am ready.
Already, he was sending trap fodder through the door ahead, from the moment he had confirmed that the foe was dead, wasting now time while his comrade claimed a prize of his own. Roughly seven got through before the killer's patience exhausted and he stode that way himself.
"With luck, there will be power in that blood. That was the last test. By the carving outside, the prize within uses dreams to teach black magic." Now a crooked grin spread from within his helm, "We have seen the symbols of a blood cult, who I expect have high status for you."
And then, he was through the door to claim his prize.
If violence is not the answer, you have asked me the wrong question.
((NPC Post))
Silence and darkness awaited in the cavern. Silence both to the ear, and to searching minds. The torches shed little light, but enough to bounce off the bits of crystal embedded in the walls and ceiling. With the reflected light as guidance, the cavern was immense.
Immediately to the left of the entrance were a desk and chair, two long tables set in two rows, with a dozen chairs to a side and one at each end. On the right was the closest wall, running towards the far end of the cavern. On that wall was a smooth metal plate, rounded and nearly a foot in circumference.
Everything else in the cavern was in darkness, but there was the impression of other items spread throughout the cavern. These were simply darker spots against the reflected light from the crystals in the walls.
A voice spoke quietly into Krevster's head. It sounded more weak than quiet.
Press your palm flat against the disc in the wall.
Silence and darkness awaited in the cavern. Silence both to the ear, and to searching minds. The torches shed little light, but enough to bounce off the bits of crystal embedded in the walls and ceiling. With the reflected light as guidance, the cavern was immense.
Immediately to the left of the entrance were a desk and chair, two long tables set in two rows, with a dozen chairs to a side and one at each end. On the right was the closest wall, running towards the far end of the cavern. On that wall was a smooth metal plate, rounded and nearly a foot in circumference.
Everything else in the cavern was in darkness, but there was the impression of other items spread throughout the cavern. These were simply darker spots against the reflected light from the crystals in the walls.
A voice spoke quietly into Krevster's head. It sounded more weak than quiet.
Press your palm flat against the disc in the wall.
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Shadowsong
- Citizen
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He did.
Although he would rather use a mind-slave, apparently this was his task to do, and a substitute would cost him his favour. So he took a risk against his nature, and obeyed.
Nodding to caution, however, was keeping his metal gauntlets on, and resting a spearhead atop the back of his hand in the event of a scything blade. Required mobility in the wrist limits the protection armour could grant to the joint, however, the edge of his spear would rest against his steel-plated knuckles, and a scythe trap striking the spearhead would merely drive it onto the steel lames, a stronger point in his armour.
On the way out, he intended to search this cavern more thoroughly, for the potential treasures of the dark to unearth and claim. For now, however, he had a prize to claim.
Although he would rather use a mind-slave, apparently this was his task to do, and a substitute would cost him his favour. So he took a risk against his nature, and obeyed.
Nodding to caution, however, was keeping his metal gauntlets on, and resting a spearhead atop the back of his hand in the event of a scything blade. Required mobility in the wrist limits the protection armour could grant to the joint, however, the edge of his spear would rest against his steel-plated knuckles, and a scythe trap striking the spearhead would merely drive it onto the steel lames, a stronger point in his armour.
On the way out, he intended to search this cavern more thoroughly, for the potential treasures of the dark to unearth and claim. For now, however, he had a prize to claim.
If violence is not the answer, you have asked me the wrong question.