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Itrok: I...cannot. They yet have a part to play in this...and they might lead us to a greater evil...

 

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*In a room full of vampires, Taarnt suddenly appears*

 

Taarnt: Make me one of you.

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Vertmor: "I haven't been in this city before. However I've had heard of a Vampiric Pub called 'The Admiral's Arms'. We should try there..." ((Thank you Anna Rice :p))

 

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*Coorhagen*

 

*Vorador and Uma talk, back in the tower.*

 

Vorador: "You didn't get them to fight. I'm very dissappointed in you..."

 

Uma: "So. Why should I care, I'm not threatend by you anymore."

 

Vorador: "You're so sure about this?" *Raises the Reaver.*

 

Uma: "We both know you aren't really holding that. You're only a ghost. The rest of your body has been that blade. I still don't know why you must continue portraing your presence, when it doesn't matter anymore."

 

Vorador: "And what, allow some whelp to use me for thier purposes? Bah! I'd rather keep denying my current exsistence, then be a tool for someone's blood lust!"

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((LOL @ Deac :D

 

Scar: Why do you keep stalling everything :p after all, it's your city so I can't move action along very easily))

 

*Time skip*

 

*K'Warra and Vertmor arrive at the vampire bar*

 

K'Warra: Is this the place?

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Vertmor: "I believe so."

 

*They walk in. Vertmor goes up to the Bartender.*

 

((Vertmor: *to Bartender* "I'll have Bloody Mary."

 

Bartender: "Alrighty."

 

*The Bartender throws a mualed and bloody Nun from behind the Bar.*))

 

Vertmor: *to Bartender* "We are looking for Kvana Clare."

 

Vampiric Bartender: "You must not be from around here. He's right over there..." *Points to a dark corner.*

 

((There Is that speedy enough for ya ^_~))

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*K'Warra walks over to the corner. A pale vampire looks up at him. The face he wore was human...but looked alien. K'Warra stared, trying to figure out what...*

 

Vampire: Greetings, K'Warra K'laar. I've been expecting you.

 

*K'Warra finally realized. The vampire in front of him was a human-elf hybrid. The vampire, seemingly sensing his thoughts, smiled*

 

Vampire: Three parts human, one part elf. All parts vampire, currently.

 

K'Warra: Kvana Clare...is it the second?

 

Kvana: So the story goes. *He smiles and picks up his drink, sipping from it* Well? Don't you have a proposal for me?

 

K'Warra: So you know.

 

Kvana: Only that you were looking for me. Considering your association with my predecessors, I expected you wanted me to do something for you.

 

K'Warra: Yes, I do.

 

Kvana: Indeed...*looks at Vertmor* I see our elevated master hasn't suceeded in killing you yet. My congratulations.

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Vertmor: *Nods his head* "It's been a long time hasn't it? Last time I remember we meeting on any occasion, it was before you recieved your title. Uma is still furious..." *smiles.* "She'll have to be delt it sometime in the near future."

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Kvana: *smiles* I'm sure she will be. *to K'Warra* What do you want, and what do you have for me?

 

K'Warra: Tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you.

 

Kvana: What if I told you I wanted your girl?

 

*The girl sends him a death glare. Kvana smiles*

 

K'Warra: If I gave you the girl, it would defeat the purpose of my being here. Besides, it isn't within my power.

 

Kvana: Yes, I can see that now. *sips drink again* I think your friends are getting impatient. Why don't you invite them in?

 

K'Warra: I---what?

 

*K'Warra looks behind him, following Kvana's pointed finger. Itrok, Jiyle, Drago, and the startled demon hunters materialize out of thin air, all sans weapons*

 

K'Warra: *sputtering* I... What did you do that for?

 

Kvana: I didn't. They walked into one of my traps. Rather convenient timing, if I do say so myself. *to the others* What brings you here today?

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*Jiyle draws his rifle, and Itrok, Starkiller*

 

Jiyle: This looks like greater evil, eh?

 

Right, vamps! This is how it goes! Try anything and I shoot

 

*Vampires laugh*

 

The bullets are loaded with HOLY WATER!

 

*Laughter dies*

 

Itrok: I am the Starkiller. You will find my blood most poisonous, and my blade most deadly. It's a Holy Avenger.

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Vertmor: "And then what? Get one shot off with that rifle, killing one vampire, while another impales you fron behind with a sword. And also you child, attacking maybe at the most three or maybe four if your lucky enough, you just might kill the first few. But what both of you fail to relise that the odds are agenst you, you're just too sure about your abilites." *telepathically to Kvana* <"See what I had to go through while getting here. I wish I had time to prove them wrong, but it'll be their own undoing, not mine.">

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((Don't control my character BD

I think there needs to be a call for the need of phsyics of these vampires VS humans, even the trained ones.))

 

*Vertmor only crumples in a small bit of disgust int he human's ignorence. He simpley turns 90 degrees to his right.*

 

Vertmor: "Do you know anythign about vampires? You're lucky I don't slaughter you right now. I wonder If I could manage to do it slow enough so that the other two mortals can even 'see' it."

 

*Before an answer can be made, Drago is sent flying to the other side of the room. Not hit, but merely thrown.*

 

Vertmor: "I'm about twenty generations older then most of the vampires here in this room, other then Kvana, of course."

 

*A few vampires finally begin to relise who's in the bar, then they draw their swords towards Vertmor.*

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((OOS: Didn't I say "sans weapons"...I kinda meant everyone had lost their weapons. Ah well ;P

 

Scar, if Drago can't knock down Vertmor, why can Vertmor knock down Drago?))

 

 

Kvana: *smiling* There's no need for violence. *To the bar at large* Ignore them. They're with me. They will not harm you. *The vampires inching towards Vertmor feel invisible hands at their throats* Go about your business.

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((Two reasons, Vertmor is far more capable of killing Dargo then Dargo to wound Vertmor. Second, Vertmor is a friken vampire! You just don't head butt a vampire!

 

Other then that, I never stated that Vertmor harmed Dargo, just 'threw' him. It's BD's decision if Dargo lands on his feet, or gets harmed... ^_~))

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((Scar, woops arse coming your way.))

 

*No one even sees Drago land, the next thing they know Vertmor is spalled on the floor, pinned with the tip of Dago's sword at his throat.*

 

Drago: Do not presume me a mortal. The only reason you live is because I do not wish to spend eternity fighting another of my kind. *Gestures to K'warra.*

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((OOS: For crying out loud, BD, Scar, PLEASE stop pretending the other person is as weak as an ant for the purpose of making your post sound impressive. It is oh so very annoying.

 

BD: You said Drago wasn't faster than a speeding bullet.

 

Scar: "Vertmor is a friken vampire" means about as much in this context as "There are marshmallow pies raining down from the sky." :p))

 

 

 

Kvana: *looking amused at Vertmor and Drago* Oh, do continue, your posturing is providing quite an amusing spectacle for everyone.

 

K'Warra: *annoyed* Can we get down to business?

 

Kvana: Why in such a hurry? *He mockingly offers K'Warra a drink. K'Warra looks at the blood in disgust and pushes it away* Why don't you tell me what you want, first?

 

*K'Warra points to the girl, who pretends not to notice* Her. I need you to, ah, well, to...

 

*Kvana looks at the girl, then looks back* Need me to what?

 

K'Warra: You have all the powers of your predecessor. I need you to create her a heir, another of her bloodline.

 

*Kvana looks at the girl, sizing her up with his vampiric and magic senses* Why? She isn't infertile.

 

K'Warra: It doesn't matter.

 

Kvana: What, then, is she afraid to sleep with another of her species? How surprisingly petty...especially for a person of your caliber, K'Warra. You journeyed this far simply to hire my powers to create a pointless immaculate pregnancy? Why?

 

K'Warra: That is not your affair. What is your affair is the offer I've made you. Take it or leave it.

 

*Kvana smiles* Well. Now that you mention it, something does come to mind that you could get for me, K'Warra...or rather, for a friend of mine. The device known as the Cauldron of Life.

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*Itrok leaps toward Kvana and K'Warra, Starkiller very close to their hearts, gleaming with holy power*

 

Itrok: Evil shalt never claim that artifact. I have prevented you from taking it before, and will do so again. I am the Starkiller. For point of blackness, there is me.

 

*Jiyle looks at him with reverence, and steps forward*

 

Jiyle: As will I, the descendant of Starfor d'Etoilemort, called Starkiller.

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((OSS: Okay fine, your right Redwing.

 

Scar: DRAGO IS A FRICKING IMORTAL, HE CANNOT BE KILLED AND HE DOES NOT MOVE LIKE A HUMAN.

 

That was the point of my last post. I just thought the head butt would be funny, Vertmor could have gotten straight back up agian.))

 

Drago: I won't do it again, I was just bored.

 

*Pulls out a bottle of wisky and begins drinking.*

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