Stallion stood silently at the alter. Staring down across the mounds of rot, which once beautifully crafted benches, created by the vile hands of man. "Stallion what are you doing? You should be killing, making your self more powerful then you could ever imagine!" Manul spoke to him in his head.

"I'm thinking Manul, can you see it? Think of the words that were once spoken here, the ceremonies performed. Think of the foolish faith people must have had once, that faith is now represented by this Cathedral, broken and falling. Stallion spoke as he looked at the rotting benches. "Rotting..." He closes his eyes and pictures what the cathedral could of looked like hundreds of years ago. Vibrant and full of life, the people listening to the sermon, trusting every word unquestionably coming from the leaders mouth. "Pathetic..." He mumbled as he kicked over the alter only having it fall to pieces of rot as it connected to the stone stage.

A rat in the distance ran from the noise, scurrying through the front door. His eyes scanned the benches looking for movement. Then he himself walked towards a side door, the door only hanging by one hinge and by the looks of it, permanently swung open. He lifted one foot onto the winding stairs that he presumed led to one of the many towers of the cathedral. He heard a noise coming from the front of the cathedral and took a step back out of the doorway.

Well, I see that you have no respact for faith too.
Said the undead as he enterd the cathedral.
Eynalis set down on a bench.

It is so nice to see the pathetic human's ruind cities.
Destruction and death are everywhere. And in the catherdrals? Their gods should have protect it, now should'nt they?

Eynalis smiled. But what made the humans abandon this city?
Someone attacked, or maybe there is a great horror in it?
A dragon or a powerful ghost? Oh well, no metter.

Anyway, hello! My name is Eynalis.

((OOC: SORRRRRYYYYYY!!!! I've had some serious personal problems lately leading me to not want to come on here... But now i feel better so i can post now!))

Stallion looked at the undead as it entered. He knew he had heard something. He smiled gently as he listened to the creature that revealed himself as Eynalis. "Hello Eynalis.... Sometimes gods are no more than something that humans use to cover there own stupidity." His head hung gently. "Since you have given me your name," he sighed and continued, "My name is Stallion, Stallion Thunder." He took several more steps towards the one called Eynalis and nodded. "What brings you to this poor wretched building of a Cathedral?"

His eyes studied the undead gently. Manul then spoke up. "Stallion this creature does not seem to be of a friendly nature, and his blood runs dry, meaning he is of no use to us." Stallion eyes closed briefly at the words of Manul. He spoke softly to what seemed to be himself but really was to Manul. "I don't think we should be that crude. Maybe he could be a valuable ally."

(glad to hear you are back!!)

What brings me here you ask? well... What place is better to practise dark, necrotic magics that a ruined city? And as for this cathedral....

Eynalis stood up. He looked at a small, rift-full statue. He hitted it, and it broke.
It is fun to destroy gods, or whatever they have left.
He smilled. He went to the altar, there were two candlesticks on it. He tossed them away, and putted two skulls he found in the graveyard.
That's more like it. I just need some blood for some pentagrams, and This place if perfact. We can change the lights here a bit also. What brings you to this place, Stallion?
Not that Eynalis really cared, but he wanted to be polite. He is way stronger then Eynalis, And maybe this one will not ask him for corpses like Vernon.
Yes, this place is perfact for any sacriface he will need.

Stallion smiled gently surveyed the surroundings as the undead placed two skulls on the rotting alter. He twitched as Eynalis asked him what his business was here. "Something brought me here... A memory I think... So I've been searching for some sort of, reminder." He said.

He turned from the creature and searched the ceilings. The once gorgeous golden trim was now varnished and dull. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a leather bag that stank like a rotting corpse. He tossed it over to the floor in front of Eynalis. "Thats blood i saved for my meal tonight. But i have an extra bag. You may use it as you see fit."

Oh crap sorry! I thought I was logged with Eynalis.
Can someone reduce my post count by one and gold by 5 and delete this massage?

Eynalis was surprised from the vampire's replay. He just handed him blood - what keeps him on his feet - like it was mud!
Your offer is a kind one, but I cannot accept it. Your blood is yours, and you have earned it honestly. Well, if you call killing a man honsetly, so it is. I can get my own blood from people passing by. And beside, if this place brings you memories from tha past, who am I to change it? This place was perfact for his necro-studies. There is a graveyard, a church(that Eynalis wished it to be somthing he called "Hall of the damned") that can be good for sacrifases and many people passing by to be placed on the altar. But there are many other ruined cities, he can just give this city to the vampire. And if he could not find any other city - he could make anothre ruined city. He will need help but...The vampire looks like he could help a bit. If this city brings you memories, you must be old. Did you lived when this city was active?
Maybe he remembers what caused the citie's destruction, and maybe it's still alive.

Stallion Thunder smiled and nodded, "I understand what you say and i appreciate it. But my memories are to blurry for me to determine any certain meaning from them. Though if I decipher something... I will tell you. As for knowing if I lived here, no I didn't, but i lived nearby... I think. I just can't remember anything anymore."

He looked at this creature, he knew there was something Eynalis was not telling him. He just didn't know what it was, or if it mattered at all to Stallion. He didn't sense any other threatening presence except for several rats inside the walls, so he sat down on a rotting bench which then bent several inches under his weight.

what are you doing?! I told you to make this place a dark ritual place!! Obey!
Damned luck. Eynalis's master was calling him again, reminding him he is not free, yet. My powers are weakening! I need a sacriface to feed my hunger!!
Then, Eynalis felt weaker. His master drained a little of his energy. The pain...Was so hurts, even an undead can feel it.
Arrgh!!! My powers...weakening! Must be free!! Ahh! The pain! Please, you got to help me!!
Obey at once or feel my wrath!!
Good thing his master has no idea what is Eynalis's plans - strike him down and gain the freedom the dead elf allways wished for. Eynalis felt on his knees. He used his staff not to fall, but its not enough for much longer. He started somekind of a pray to death himself, mumbling each word without anyone - including himself - hearing it. His hood hidden his face, so it was impossible to even know he is praying. But he soon had not enough powers to pray, and felt on the floor, exosted.
Please...You must help me...

Eliel awoke to the sound of a raspy, pleading voice. He was outside, laying in the tree. he sat up, listening hard. He Heard a thump of a falling body, and the voice again rang out, but not as loudly. Eliel extended his claws and swung down, hanging his cloak and sheath up on a tree. He left the sword in it's sheath, as it could only burden him. It was a tool to him, his claws being his instruments of death.

Eliel Ran over to the great oaken doors, warped with age. he opened them a hair's breadth, just enough to see through. He observed a figure on the floor, and another standing near it. Curious, he opened the door just a little wider.
It gave an echoing creak of unoiled hinges, giving Eliel away. Hairs raised on the back of his neck, eliel ducked behind the huge door.