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| [GRP] Under the Knife; Balthazar, Diana | |
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| Topic Started: Sun Oct 9, 2011 7:17 pm (338 Views) | |
| Graham Sideas | Sun Oct 9, 2011 7:17 pm Post #1 |
 
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The Phantom was absolutely giddy with glee at the thought of the days he had ahead of him. It wasn't often that summons from drow matrons were sent out, and one that allowed him an opportunity to do what he did best? Why if he could feel it he would just pinch himself. A wicked smile crossed his face for what must have been the hundredth time today as the Phantom moved through the metallic table in the center of the room to stand next to an operating table. Phillip walked in circles around the table, unable to actually effect anything but entirely happy with watching what was about to go down. He hadn't gotten to see one of the living experiments yet. The whole event that was going on was a bit overwhelming, at least for the cultists that Graham usually had with him, and he had to admit that was a headache at first. But, alas, cooler heads won over. With the assistance of a few hired hands his cultists were made obsolete, and the Phantom found himself absolutely giddy once again. He merrily traced his fingers over one of the many operating knives that laid across the metallic table, running one over the palm of his hand to ensure it was sharp enough. Black fluid leaked from his palm for a moment, a wicked smile crossing over the necromancer's face. The room he had been given for his experiment was quite impressive, a domed ceiling expanding through the entire massive room. It was likely more then forty yards across, tables and desks set up in many places to help the drow assistants he had been offered to keep their proper wits about them without getting any strange juices sprayed into their eyes. That stuff was almost impossible to get out. The only undead that he had brought with him on this little adventure stood on the other end of the room, both of them wearing their customary cloaks with the symbol of Ghandrihar neatly keeping it pinned shut. Lucius was the shorter of the two, his arms crossed and a smile showing on his face when one could see beneath the shadow of the hood. Hector was less amused, however, and he growled and stared his dark eyes at any drow that wandered too close to him. He had to admit that the race of drow were very good at hiding their fears, keeping on a facade of uncaring long enough to get far away from the eight foot tall undead construct. "Good, good. This is perfect, perfect!" The Phantom cackled with glee as he set a second table up next to the first, preparing the lights connected to the ceiling. He paid little attention to the beautiful domed ceiling that depicted drow offering their youngest to the spider queen. It would have been impressive if he did pay it heed, many of the eyes and the carapace of the spider queen herself glittering with inlaid jewels. Marble shined brightly in it's background, accentuated an image that was very akin to what was about to happen. Only in the sociopath's mind the sacrifice was going to go to a much better purpose. He pointed at a nearby drow, "You, ensure that the slave is being brought along now, and make sure the corpse is prepared as well." He pointed at another, "And you, bring me a bowel of water." He looked over the room and narrowed his eyes with a thought. He was forgetting something, likely something very important. He had to admit that lately his mind was starting to skip around and forget some important details that would anger him later. Ah, yes... the most important bit of the experiment. He pointed at one of the few cultists in the room who had the brass ones to survive the trip with his master, "And you, ensure that the tome is properly set up and you get down every detail, including drawings of the bodies as well as the parts we will be toying with within. And don't mess up the binding of the tome or I will replace it with your own." He squinted his face at the cultist as he started to scurry around and set up a desk perfectly so he wouldn't miss a detail, taking great care with the large tome. The binding on it was a grisly tanned color, and as he recalled the one who caused that was the Istani merchant he killed to make the books covering. Fool was as alive as the poor sap that was going to be strapped onto the table tonight as well. Graham set his mouth into a grim frown as he looked around the room, "Now, where are my guards? Need to ensure there are no surviving runners..." Edited by Graham Sideas, Sun Oct 9, 2011 7:18 pm.
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| Diana Sin | Sun Oct 9, 2011 7:49 pm Post #2 |
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This had been the best short job Diana had ever had. Sure, she had not had many real jobs before, being generally a robber and murderer by trade. But this was beginning to convince her she had a calling towards being a guard for Drow. A woman she liked to think of as her second mother, a drow by the name of Xunara. She really had to thank Xunara later, because damn was this a perfect job for her. For one, she did not have to worry too much about meals as her employers did not care too much if a few of the weaker slaves died from a lack of blood. She also got to be rather cruel if any slave went out of line, or simply if she felt like being mean to one. She really should think about getting her own slaves one day, that would be delightful. And what was the actual point of her job? Guarding people who were in turn providing her with a show on just how cruel they could be to someone who had found their bodies suddenly donated to scientific pursuits. She could hardly wait to see the sort of cruel, twisted sense of intelligense. Who would she be assigned to guard? What kind of- Oh wow, there was a blast from the past. She saw a rather grimly excited phantom she had met before, already beginning to bark out orders to the minions around him who all seemed quick to obey, both his own and the ones provided for him by his host. When finally he looked to where his guards were, Diana smiled, showing her fangs that he would not remember her having before. "Right here, Graham," she said, with a respectful bow. "Long time no see." The vampire looked the phantom in the eye and now knowing the type of person she would be guarding knew she would be in for quite a show. She remembered the kinds of creations she had seen from Graham before. She only hoped he didn't work with just the undead. The living screamed so much louder. |
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| Balthazar | Tue Oct 11, 2011 5:44 am Post #3 |
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The moon would soon be full and all demons would gain more and more strength as the full moon would rise the next night. One would never assume that the man, not much more than a boy would hide such a secret as he did. Balthazar's father was a powerful demon with strong powers and his mother a terrific shaman with the power of both darkness and earth on her side. For their child to be born a blind and weak boy was a strange happening and the half demon's father had his doubts about the child, he seemed far to innocent to be the child of two top classed and dangerous dark magic wielders. His father had ordered his servants to be very observant with Balthazar and one day when the child had become four years old and was able to move around freely in the mansion, his father's fears had come true. The grey family was cursed and in every generation one of the children would be born with the consciousness of another, darker personality that would do its best to bring destruction and death to the world. This demon was said to be a part of the Original, the first ever living demon in this world. At first this curse had been a blessing to the family but they had soon realized that the demon wanted to kill everything and everyone despite ally or enemy, friend or family. The demon wished for destruction and followed no one; it only did so to gain the opportunity to hurt others. The demon had a name but it was since long forgotten by time itself and now it only referred to itself as Cain. Cain had awakened that day Balthazar had seen the full moon for the first time in his life, the child had then been just four years old. Of course, the Grey family had managed to find a way to halt the curse and stop the demon temporary. Cain could not hurt Balthazar or anyone of the family's bloodline nor was he able to take over from Balthazar if he didn't have the power of the full moon. But the spell was growing weaker and now he had managed to face the world one day before a full moon, which he found perfect since some interesting events were about to unfold. The demon was standing with his back against a cold wall in the room that was the phantoms working place, he was quite bored and hid a yawn behind his hand as the man started to give orders to his servants. It was quite the same, watching these mad mans workings, all gore and scream, what was the fun in just hearing someone scream? Now a good fight and then go in for the kill; that was entertainment! The phantom asked for his guards and the woman, no, the vampire replied right away bowing for the man like a slave. She seemed to know the man from before, something Cain didn't nor did he care about it. As long as he was allowed to make some destruction, allowed was not really the right word thou, Cain didn't care about such things as orders but he had a need to test his limits. Before all he had cared about was destruction but he was determinate to actually do something greater in this life, to become strong. And for that he needed to wait until the right moment and for the right opponent. "I'm also here." Cain took his place beside the woman, she smelled of the sweet scent of blood and in some way of night flowers. He scratched his head and eyed the man, the phantom. "What do you want us to do?" Cain info
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| Graham Sideas | Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:37 am Post #4 |
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Graham had to admit he was quite pleased that a familiar face was here, though it wasn't exactly something he was used to feeling and he lumped it in with his eagerness to get to cutting. The other guard had a mouth to him when he spoke, but it was something he ignored as he curved his head slightly and looked at the fangs in the woman's mouth. Seems she had done some changing in the time since the Phantom had last saw her. Perhaps she would be more inclined to listen to his offer? The living were always so cautious when it came to the arts of the dead, but the dead? They were often a bit more easily persuaded. What did they have to lose after all? Especially when learning from someone who had stared death in the face twice and remained in front of them, more or less in one piece when he needed to be. Such thoughts were always pleasant to reflect on but to be quite honest this wasn't the time for them at all. It was the time to get to work, the time for a beautiful work of art to sprout clear of it's living cage! The Phantom smirked and held back his glee from his voice, "I believe what I want you to do is covered in the job title of 'guard' is it not? Unless you would prefer to dance to the music that will be in shortly. I wouldn't hold it against you." He wagged his finger through the air at the last words, rocking onto his tip-toes as the first of the two important pieces of his work was brought into the room. The cadaver was important, one he had been working on for months. Now all it was missing was it's heart, and the empowering magics that would bring it back to life. And the secret ingredient that he would be creating here using the life-force of another. It would be beautiful and deadly work, but it would be very worth it if it worked how the Phantom wanted it to. The two cultists who were carrying it were very careful that every single thing they could do to set it onto the table with the utmost care was done. They laid it on it's back, it's hands cupped at it's stomach. It's flesh was covered in enough stitches one couldn't go five inches from one without ramming into another. In some places the flesh was darker, some so pale it seemed they were colored somehow, but none of them approached a color a living human ever showed. Some were green, some were blue, and some were neon yellow or even neon green. The most natural coloring in the flesh was purple. It's one open eye was bloodshot and twisted. And the Phantom standing over it was simply jumping with joy as it was sat on the table and the other subject was dragged in behind him. The human was twisting and curling in an attempt to move away from the drow who were carrying him, but their grips were too strong. His flesh was bruised in many places, and the rags he wore did little to protect him from the natural elements. Even without this experiment this man wasn't living another few weeks in these caves. A little pang of pride grew him Graham as he realized he was doing a public service. He wondered if he'd get a prize for it? The two subjects were in place and the Phantom moved comfortably from table to table as he decided on how he wanted to go about this lovely work. He looked towards the two large doorways that led into the room, trying to remember the layout of the halls beyond. They essentially curved and twisted like snakes, two of eight halls that led to the body of a larger hall. Impressive from an artisan standpoint, awful from a defensive standpoint. He twisted his mouth curiously, "How about one of each of you take a door and defend from there. If you wish to roam the hall within door-sight feel free. If you wish to watch the show? Well I couldn't argue with that now could I?" The Phantom laughed hoarsely as he closed his eyes and whispered the incantation of a spell under his breath, pressing his fingers against the living slave's forehead. He tried to twist and curl his bruised face out of the undead's grip, but he found what he wanted. Something he could pick at. Another spell crossed his lips and the same fingers clawed into the man's forehead, his eyes closing as waves of sorrow began to wash over him. Foundation laid. The Phantom closed his eyes as his body began to twist and contort itself, first twisted and growing and changing until he was standing there as a female version of himself. He took a moment to examine himself and take a few course breaths before whispering the incantations of another spell, the holes in his face closing as his body changed once again. His hair shortened and changed color, his eyes changed their tone and his flesh darkened to a normal level. He ran the female fingers he now had over the man's forehead, looking the man in the eyes and whispering darkly, "Why hello, my sweet..." He knew the image was that of the man's fiance, a woman that was killed when he was captured. He twisted her face into a wicked smile as the eyes that were hers shifted back to his own blood red hue, the life leaving them and being replaced by a layer of rheumy clouds. His fingernail dug deep into the man's forehead, his other hand toying with the sharp blade he would use for this work. Once again as his voice purred, "How much did you miss me, love?" Edited by Graham Sideas, Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:38 am.
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| Diana Sin | Tue Oct 11, 2011 7:30 pm Post #5 |
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It seemed her partner would be the average sort of male, being that the guy had already earned her personal dislike of his gender. It was something she felt for most if not all living men, but Graham was luckily immune from that. Sure, he may be technically seen as male, but there was just something that made him not fall under her loathing for men. It was probably that he happened to be a phantom. Maybe if he didn't have the actual body she didn't care? It was an odd exception, but sometimes you just had to stop thinking about things like that. Diana almost allowed herself to laugh when Graham pointed out the obviousness of what they were to do. Then he went about his business, preparing some stitched together body. Diana looked at it with interest, the last time she had gotten to see Graham's creations she had not been interested in studying them close so much as surviving them. This time however she got to look at one of them without the danger of being crushed by a giant spider made out of people parts. Diana's attention was taken from the lifeless to the living as a human was dragged in by the drow helpers, and she found a smile come to her lips. She wondered how loud Graham would make this guy scream, but once more found her attention brought somewhere else as Graham spoke after putting both project and victim where he wanted them. Given a post, Diana nodded at Graham and stood beside one of the doorways. She was interested to watch Graham's work in action, so she kept her eyes that way but she certainly wouldn't be caught by surprise, able to keep her ears perked for any activity outside. What she would see from Graham was quite a show, as he seemed to whisper spells to infiltrate the mind of his victim. She wondered why, but that thought was overcome by a revelation as Graham's form became different. Being Graham, the form was still morbid but... female? She had not expected that at all, and then further didn't expect it when he changed into a more beautiful woman. It would be the words Graham spoke that allowed Diana to connect the dots. So, he was taking the face of a loved one, probably a lover or a wife. That was pretty cruel, and Diana rather loved it. It reminded her that at some point she needed to learn how to infiltrate one's mind so she could play around with such memories and emotions. |
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| Balthazar | Wed Oct 12, 2011 2:06 pm Post #6 |
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The phantom didn't seem to plan on giving the guards any specific orders, like guarding 'that and that instrument' or 'don’t let the corpse run of', just the usual boring order about standing in a doorway and guard. Man, where were the human race heading when even the dead managed to give any fun orders? The phantom was obviously busy with staring at the woman as if she was some kind of otherworldly beauty or (hopefully) a good example to experiment on. Just watching the undead creature made the demon ill, her existence was a shame to all pureblooded, living on borrowed time. Why would everyone look down on you, being trapped together with a half demon all the time without being able to get out much? On Cain's time the guards received direct orders about their mission and what to protect, today it seemed the humans liked to make a fool out of each others. Cain turned away from the woman and the phantom, already bored with the corpse and the slave that had been brought into the room, the slave resisting the grip of the dark elves. He looked weak and ready to fall into complete madness and darkness. Cain yawned and his sharp fangs shine in the strange light that covered the room. He passed the opening in the wall that was the door and stretched his arms in the air, letting out a sigh of boredom. What was the fun in following a blood feast that didn't fight back nor tried to kill you as you tried to kill it? Man, human these day where just so boring. A female came walking down the corridor, she was one of the other guards that had been hired to watch the castle from interruptions like paladins or riots. People always wished to become heroes, throwing their lives away and die in honor filled battles was nothing but empty politics which always made the humans fall for them. The female guard stopped beside the demon that had stopped in front of a window and they stood in silence and watched the slaves work outside on the ground, the slaves were thin and clad in clothes that seemed to be made of dirt, the fabric clinging to their bodies with the help of their sweat. The female one seemed to be a human and not any kind of mixed blood like the container of Cain’s powers did, not for the first time Cain cursed Clive Grey, the man responsible for the birth of a Halfling, such a waste of bloodline. The woman was slim and had quite short brown hair and normal blue eyes that was filled with disgust as she watched over the scene outside the window. "Do you not find it cruel? Those people and us, being almost the same and still so different?" she asked, her voice raspy and ugly. When he looked closer Cain realized the female was but a corpse, a walking dead that had been set on guard just as he had. She had a big stitch on her neck, tied together with black thread and one of her arms was darker in color and the hand of the left had didn't belong with the rest of the arm. “A walking dead… Are you one of that phantom-guy’s dolls?” Cain didn’t look at her but instead leaned towards the wall beside the window, yawning once more to show his sharp teeth. The woman shook her head and the tingling of bells in her ears was heard, making the demon aware about her every movement even thou he didn’t look at her. "I belong to the mistress, even thou I once was a slave, or many, I can't remember..." "Matters not." He looked her in the eyes, now he realized they were slightly different in color. "If you can fight, you can live, if you can't then you die. Just as simple as that, nothing more so why worry?" |
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| Graham Sideas | Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:57 pm Post #7 |
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Graham went about his work, cooing and calling to the slave every few motions. At first he stayed to the rib cage, doing shallow cuts between each bone, but he eventually began to move out, starting on deep cuts in the man's arms and legs, trying to avoid places that caused most human's to die. To on-lookers it looked like the man had given up, but the Phantom knew that was merely magic working at it's goal. His eyes remained cold and calculating, a taunting gesture while he wore the face of the woman this man loved. The sorrow spell would do it's job to keeping the man docile, and without hope. Sometimes the most powerful tools were the simplest ones, especially on those that had been beaten to the brink of breaking. Borrowed slaves were rather nice commodities, he had to admit. He turned his head and his voice became it's original now, his voice speaking through the woman's mouth, "You know this is almost unfair, really. I mean, you cannot fight back, you cannot hope or think you're going to win out in the end... it almost makes it unsatisfying..." With the final word he ran the sharp edge of his knife along the man's side, from armpit to hip. He tapped a feminine nail onto his chain and had to admit it wasn't very different to his normal nail. Perhaps he should trip one of these days? He moved to the head of the table and put his knife down on one of the metal tables near the man's head, making sure it was in plain sight if the man wished to look at it. He stood near the head of the table, leaning slightly over the man while he thought. He smiled and cocked his head, "How was it, feeling helpless?" The man simply whimpered, trying hard to look away from the lifeless face of his love, having to close his eyes to succeed. The effects of slavery and torture on a target were rather interested if viewed from the proper perspective. He put a somewhat-sweet smile onto his face and ran a finger over the man's forehead, "I mean, how was it to know that no matter what you did, the one you love would always become this.. become one of us..." Graham laughed just as sweetly as he had smiled as his body began to change, shifting back to his own female form. The holes remained missing from his face for the moment as he paced around the table, tapping the feminine finger into his chin once again.To this point he had done things to the man that he had already experimented with, but the real experiment was truly about to begin. He perked up his ears and picked up the knife, tracing it's tip over the man's chest where his heart was. He spoke as soothingly as he could, "Now don't fight too much, it will only be more painful that way. And do not worry, you will find something much more beautiful soon..." He began to slowly cut into the man's chest in a hole the same size as the one in the corpse's chest, being very careful not to change any perimeters of it that would screw up the implementation of the heart. The sorrow spell had apparently broken as soon as the pain the man was inflicted with was going to be very fatal. He would have to make a note of that. He wasn't quite sure whether he should note it as human not yet broken, or survival instincts stronger then the spell. More experimentation would be needed with it, he supposed. Out in the halls there was a commotion, and the sound of doors being broken through. Shouts warned those ahead that there were raiders attacking the castle. Some drow rushed to the doors, others rushed away to raise an alarm. The Phantom wasn't phased by the noises, barely cocking his head to the side so he didn't ruin his work. He had to admit he was getting the urge to go out and kill everyone who was attempting to break in and ruin his work, but for now he reminded himself that this is the reason he has guards. He turned his head towards the two undead who stood with their cloaks ready, smiling, "Take up the spots at the doors. If you two wish to go join the battle to amuse yourselves feel free! Lucius and Hector can watch the doors, they are quite capable." The two undead nodded and changed their posts soundlessly. The Phantom made a note that he would need to take a break soon if the fighting wasn't finished. He was rather fond of the idea of testing a few new tricks he had learned on some unsuspecting 'heroes'. Oh, this trip. So much fun to be had here. |
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| Diana Sin | Wed Oct 12, 2011 9:51 pm Post #8 |
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Diana got to watch as Graham toyed around with his victim, taking note that at the care to not kill him too quickly. It was actually quite the lesson to see how much the body could take before it died, and just how long it took for those wounds to become fatal. Graham's taunting amused her, though she held back any giggling since she did not want to interrupt the show. It seemed her fellow guard was less interested in the festivities and more interested in talking to a girl who happened to pass by. Well, Diana could not blame him for that sort of interest. Diana's focus went away from Graham's work towards the sounds that told of an attack, and she smiled. Watching a show was great, but making her own was even better. Graham did not seem to concerned but he did place his own personal minions at the doors to help guard if Diana and the other guardsman decided to go out and have some fun of their own. "I'll be back," said Diana to Graham, her eyes turning blood red in anticipation as she turned away from them and walked out the door. Diana had been in a few fights, but she had never been in anything like a real battle with two opposing groups. She was used to fighting one on one, but today would be the first time she had ever been on one side of a true battle. The drow guards, and some of the other freelance guards were all readying themselves, raising the alarms to put everyone on alert. It was obvious the drow were used to the kinds of crusaders that attacked them to free their slaves and stop their unholy practices. Drawing her sword, Diana wondered whether she should summon Draconic Might into her body or go into this fight with her own strength. She was certainly strong enough, and she thought she should keep her magical energy reserves as full as possible in case she found herself in a tight situation. Diana went forward as she saw some of the crusaders of justice start to force their way through. Whoever was attacking she was certainly ready to jump on in. It seemed to be a group of mostly men, but a couple women, each specialised in a certain field. The ones in front doing the fighting looked to be paladins with Great Swords, while towards the back she thought she saw mage robes. It was a classic sort of formation that worked well for forcing their way in. OOC: Not entirely sure if Diana and Cain will go after the same exact group since once they are in they might split up a bit. Do your own thing or go in with her, whatever you want XD |
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| Balthazar | Thu Oct 13, 2011 3:34 pm Post #9 |
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A sudden crash and the sound of glass falling to the ground, he female zombie with the bells in her ears suddenly twitched and fell to the ground, an arrow pointing out of her heart. The arrow had been shoot from somewhere below, outside of the mansion. The only creature able to make such a shot was the elves and they seldom interfered with the affairs of humans. The great aim of the forests creatures was one of the reasons an evil servant seldom stopped to have a look at the view outside the window. Cain leaned out in the light of the now broken window and managed to get a look at a smaller army of paladins and mages coming running over the slaves ground, their weapons drawn. Some of them tried to help the slaves to get to safety and others, elves mostly, climbed the building constructions and aimed their arrows at the fortress. One of the mages stationed on the ground raised his hands and the tips of the elves arrows burst out in fire. As one the elves released their bows, the shape 'twang' could be heard all the way to where Cain stood. The demon took cover and dragged the zombie out of the fire paths as he did; the undead does not fancy the heat and hunger of the flames. Fighting was indeed fun but if the enemy was far away the odds made the battle boring. Cain was never one to fight on a distance and he cursed the body of the half demon as he covered his ears from the noise of the arrows piercing the windows and hit the walls, his last host had been blessed with wings, the only thing this one had was a strong sense of smell and hearing, the affects not very appreciated right now. Cain grabbed the arrow in the girl's chest and pulled it out, a single black tear of blood run from the wound as it closed. She opened her blue eyes and quickly took in the situation and the burning walls. She sat up and looked down on the place where her heart would have been and her eyes flashed in sorrow as she touched the place where the wound should have been, her clothes now broken. She grabbed the weapon at her hip and raised, Cain following her example, he would have preferred to fight alone but the body of his host was not yet ready for his powers and in worse case Cain would kill the host and thus, have to wait for perhaps a hundred years to get another chance like this. Fate was indeed tricky but he at least had someone to watch his back. The undead's weapon was a slim rapier, a fast and piercing weapon which allowed fast movement and the opportunity to stab in places where the normal sword could not reach, for example where the helmet ended or the armpit. Cain drew his host sword and the two of them ran through the corridor against a bigger fighting space, leaving the other troupe to take care of the men that entered the other door down the corridor, the opposite of where the undead and the demon headed. The archers aimed at them as they ran but the arrows just hit the walls, disappearing in the flames. Cain had suspected the woman to be more worried about the fire but she ignored it and ran faster. She got to the door at the end of the corridor before him and threw it open with a kick. They entered a bigger room that was mainly a fore room to the science lab where the phantom was stationed. There was a bigger door on the other side of the room and Cain could hear the enemy try to break through it. The sound of wood breaking and of deep cheers from the men and women behind the tree door grew louder as the wood started to crumble it was very high and Cain twisted his face into a mad grin, the sound hurting his ears. He and the girl took their posts beside each others, weapons drawn and facing the might of an angry mob, Well if this won't be fun, then I better join the fallen in hell, they may provide some fighting spirit. |
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| Graham Sideas | Thu Oct 13, 2011 7:27 pm Post #10 |
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Graham was meticulous in his work, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he examined the cut and completely blocked the outside noises. The battling outside was loud, sure, but his conviction and hatred for having to do this torture all over again was something so much louder. Hector watched with some amusement on his face as he knew that this sort of battle wasn't the kind that would be kind and wait for his master to finish his work. His master getting angry was one of the few joys he still had left in this unlife. Lucius just remained silent, keeping his gaze on the hall outside. Graham smiled as he began to cut into the deeper layers of the chest, spurts of blood showering his face and cries filling his ears. The man would be dead soon, from shock or blood-loss, and soon after he would be reborn once again in a body much more suited to his resolve. It was rather beautiful, now that he thought of it. He cut deeper, a smile starting to- The room shook as a heavy blow landed on one of the doors inside the wing of the castle, his knife hand being hit by a rolling table and causing the cut to be sent askew. The Phantom watched with horror as his perfect work was ruined by one lucky blow to a massive door. His face became an expressionless mask as his flesh slowly shifted, returning to his normal form as his gaze drifted towards the nearest doorway. Another shaking of the room imbedded his knife deep into the man's chest and completely ruined the work, causing a twitch to show in the Phantom's face. He took in a deep breath and stepped back, cleaning his arms on his robes and looking towards Lucius, raising his brow, "Get over here and finish cutting, place the heart in the other bodies chest carefully. Take care to ensure that you don't screw it up or I'll replace it with your own..." He stepped out into the hall and found arrows phasing through his body as he looked out the 'window' in it. There was quite a crowd rushing into the castle to attempt to free slaves and have their way with whatever dastardly figures had made their home here recently. How considerate of them, honestly. He quietly wondered if he ever stuck his nose into their cooking, or whatever similar hobby these nancy-boy idiots found themselves doing when they weren't ruining scientific experiments. He decided that there was a very small likelihood that he had ever been this rude. He at least waited for an expected time to stick his nose into things. Honestly, the nerve of some people. He muttered the arcane words of a spell as he weaved his fingers through the air, holding his hand out the window as a ball of blue flames lit along his palm. The ball of spectral flames flew from his hands, slamming into one of the mages that were still unlucky enough to be outside of the compound, causing him to fall to the ground and begin attempting to put out the flames. Sadly his luck on that remark wasn't exactly what he had hoped it been. The Phantom didn't remain to see the fruits of his labors. Graham stumbled across the skirmish that the vampire woman had brought herself too after leaving the room. He remained hidden in the shadows down the hall and watching from a distance, using his wraith sight to trace the auras of life and death dancing along the front lines of battle. He crossed through one of the walls, keeping track of where the enemy was until he was comfortably close to them. A cruel smile crossed over his face before he stepped through the wall, muttering the arcane words before he had even come into view, his hands tracing and weaving sigils in the air as his feet brought him forward. With the final word and as blood began to run from his mouth, the Phantom held out his hand and a ball of pure negative energy flew for one of the paladins, slamming into him and almost immediately snuffing out his life, draining it to low enough levels that he couldn't even move in his armor. He was mince-meat in moments. A cruel smile crossed over his face as he phased back through the wall, debating who he should kill next. There were so many great targets to consider, and so many folks he knew deserved it one way or another... He had to admit he was actually more amused now then when he was in the lab. |
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| Diana Sin | Fri Oct 14, 2011 4:11 am Post #11 |
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Diana began to whisper her own words of magic, calling to her power. The problem with the class sort of line was when someone got to the physically weak mages from behind. This was exactly what Diana intended to do as she teleported past the battle right up from and went behind to the mages who supported the warriors and paladins. The first kill was a swift sharp swipe of her blade to a mage who looked so surprised to see someone with a sword pop right in front of him that he barely had time to register his neck being cut open with the swipe of her blade, blood spraying for only a moment on her as he fell back, dead. Diana would not get another chance to take advantage of the mages' weaknesses, as she heard the sound of a paladin turning in his armor to meet her. She looked back toward him but her eye focused away as she whispered again to herself and teleported before he could land the strike. She teleported back to the front of the battle, joining a drow and wacking a shield away from one of the paladins and watching as a third drow thrust a spear into the newly vulnerable man's gut. She smiled cruel as he fell with a gurgling death cry. The smell of blood was in the air, and it made her hungry for a bite of her own. Perhaps she would be able to keep one of these paladins alive for long enough to have a bite. Surely none of her fellows would mind. But which one? If she was to have a break for a meal, she surely needed someone special, someone- Her eyes found a female paladin, armored in white, her helmet thrown of by an enemy sword but her face not yet tarnished by the battle. It was a good thing too, Diana rather liked that face, and those pretty green eyes, short brown hair. As her eyes looked hungrily at her, Diana started to whisper, throwing herself forward and grabbing the woman by the arm. The woman looked surprised, having been fighting a drow and one of the other guards with such concentration she never noticed the eyes of the Vampire on her. Diana pulled her out with all her strength, for which she had certainly enough, and through her back behind the line and to the ground. Those that had been fighting the paladin looked to see Diana's eyes that gave the look that if anyone else had her they would be killed. The two did not even try and stayed there at the front as Diana turned her attention to the prey. The woman was trying to get up, her armor apparently light enough to not affect her movements too much by Diana was fast as to jumped her, pinning her arms to the ground. "Well, hello, pretty girl," said Diana as she lowered her head to the girl's ear, her voice like soft silk but with an undertone of malice. The woman, being a fighter, squirmed with all her might. On most she might have gotten a hand free, but Diana's grip held firm through strength alone. Unable to hold herself back Diana dug her fangs into the neck of the paladin and began to drink in the life's liquid of her victim. But she did not drink everything down, just enough to for a small snack. Of course, a small snack for her was still enough blood that the woman felt weakened, her struggle hard to continue. When Diana was certain she could not move she raised herself of the woman and dragged her to the wall, leaning her out of the way. Diana looked back towards the battlefield, her hunger sated but her need to spill more blood just beginning to set in. |
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| Balthazar | Fri Oct 14, 2011 8:26 pm Post #12 |
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It proved all of the drowns were not as taken by the front battle as Cain had assumed at first. Some of the dark elves followed him and the female undead as they headed toward the other side of the mansion, now they joined the two of them with drawn swords and bows. The room was far too small for all of the fighters to fit in and it would be quite troublesome to wield a sword if all of them got in the way, Cain threw them a look of distaste to show them how much he appreciated their help but none of them had the time to stand around and regard the demon's feelings. With a loud cry the paladins managed to break the door, their swords and axes coming through first. Perhaps the dark elves weren't as incompetent as he had thought them to be, the drove in the back of the line, those armed with bows and arrows aimed their weapon at the door and fired as if they had been one. The arrows hit their targets and cries of pain were heard as the enemy retreated to gather their archers and pull in a counter attack. The female undead called over the crowd of drowns; "Caslin!" and a large Minotaur that seemed to be rotten, the eyes looking unintelligent and white foam in his mouth. The female pointed at the door and called over her shoulder to the bull man, "Charge." And the bull gave a cry filled with rage and madness before following her order. He was a young boy, taken a slave together with his younger sister and watching as the kidnappers killed his mother that tried to raise her children by her own. If he had been born in another time and place, the child would have been considered very handsome but the hard life as a slave had made his face clad in dirt and blood, the sun had burned his skin to a deep brown color and his back was filled with the thin wounds from a whip. The brown eyes had become hateful and black circles hanged under his eyes, he was very thin and his nails were destroyed from working and digging but he had a reason to be there now, the revolt had begun and he would take his place in it. His sister had been taken away just a few days earlier, his only light in life, now revenge and hate hunted him, his heart stained back with sadness and sorrow. The boy had followed the army, grabbing a sword from a fallen soldier and had entered the mansion together with the rebels. They had entered a foyer and were running up a grand pair of stairs, the weapon clinging and the men and women screaming, the melodies of a battle and the boy started to sing alone, a hellish sonata of chaos and death, pain and revenge. The mob had found a door that lead to the science labs and the underground prison where the test subjects and the rebels were hidden away in the darkness. The army had stopped by a big tree door at the end of the stairs and they slit the port apart, the wood crying in pain as the axes and swords hit it. A sudden attack from a hidden enemy startled the rebels and some fell, hit by arrows that must belong to some kind of creature from the darkness. The rebels drew back to wait for the enemies' next move, they didn't have to wait for long before a cry like a beast's echoed though the wood and the door came crushing out, pulled from its hides by a dangerous and foam chewing minotaur. The door hit many on its way down the stairs and in the commotion the dark elves and some other, twisted, undead and misshaped creatures entered the foyer and the rebels were taken by surprise, the dark army managing to kill some of them at the front line before the mages started to throw magic at them, hitting some of their own in the process. The boy, the slave, saw some of the creatures jumping down to the lower floor and he could hear a commotion somewhere at the left of him. Someone screamed about the undead rising and when the child looked the way the man pointed he saw misshaped, big creatures that moved clumsy, not sure about what they were he could still feel his blood turn to ice as he watched the creatures swing their weapons. In fact these creatures were nothing more than ogres, manipulated by psychic magic that had taken away the last of their intelligence, leaving a madness and twisted rage. The only thing that remained was a creature unable to do anything but slaughter and swing their weapons, something they did with all their heart. The child gasped and grabbed his weapon harder, starting to run toward the battle. When the bull man destroyed the door, the drowns entered the foyer with the great stairs, their weapon killing some of the enemy without them not being able to react before they fell to the floor, their future stained in scarlet blood. Cain and the female undead entered before the enemy had the chance to regroup. The demon smiled as he cut a woman's hand of, her scream ringing in his ears, making him deaf to all but the melodies of the battle, a beautiful symphony of pain and happiness, madness and love, death and life. Was he going to live through this war, what kind of people would die here? What kind of people would leave the battlefield and what scars would they carry outside in the world? |
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| Graham Sideas | Fri Oct 14, 2011 10:39 pm Post #13 |
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The Phantom was almost walking on his toes as he pressed on, slowly floating from the floor to drift through the air, taking special care to not be seen by anyone. When any living spark would enter his vision in the darkness of these halls he would phase into the nearest wall, waiting enough time that they would have moved on. When battles erupted, he moved around them to remain out of the way. He wished what he was about to do to remain hidden to all until he had finished it. He was rather fond of surprises. As he approached one of the rooms before the hall that the largest of the battles were being fought - an entrance into the labs as he recalled - he stopped, Phillip appearing at his side. The ghost simply smiled at his master, the young lad raising a brow. It wasn't often that Graham decided to float through the air, not actually fond of what his current form did for him. Phillip shook his head, "And what is it that you need me to do?" Graham couldn't help but laugh, loud enough that if there wasn't a battle going on he would have been noticed. He wanted to shake his head and let the ghost figure it out, but he was well aware that the child would just sit back and do nothing if not ordered. He took a perverse pleasure in being the only undead that could actually say no to the Phantom's order, or at least amongst those that his master made. Graham sighed, "I'll be sneaking in the back of the enemy line and taking the form of one of their mages, waiting for you. You're going to go into the middle of the two groups and stop the fighting. From there, leave it to me. You'll know when to return to the mambo." The ghost shrugged and nodded, showing that he was ready and willing to do what was required of him. He looked down at his clothing and rolled his eyes, knowing it would make it mildly difficult. Hard to look the part of a slave while in formal wear. He waved his hands in the air in a shooing motion to get the Phantom on his way, his way of assuring him that he would figure something out to get this done. Graham had little faith in that fact, but went on with his business. He wanted to get this over with and finish his experiment, or at least drag one of these idiots back to the lab with him to test out his new creation. Something to pep up the day. Graham watched the white auras of life flicker to black at the front of the battle, undead and living alike being sent to the other side. A waste of time, but ultimately an amusing dance through and through. He knew that deeper in the corridors there were similar, smaller battles going on. This one was almost inane honestly. They would have gotten things done a lot faster sending all of their forces down side passages. He phased through one of the walls, finding one of the mages that were remarkably far back. He frowned, the lad seeming way too excited for this idiotic crusade that they were going through. He had no clue why he would be so excited, not finding it very comforting to think that a mage wouldn't be enlightened enough to realize the paladins were idiots. Alas, he would have little concerns on that point soon enough. The Phantom floated down low enough that he could wrap his arms around the man's head, covering his mouth entirely, drowning out the man's screams of protest in a bar of flesh. The first step would be irritating, but the undead felt little of the man's resistance as he pulled him off the floor and away from the scene, finding an empty room nearby that had a few drow bodies within. A waste, but he couldn't raise them. He dug his fingers deeply into the lad's face, covering his mouth and nose entirely with his dead hand. A smile crossed Graham Sideas' face, "I wish I could listen to you scream a bit without alerting your friends. It would help with my act. I will have to settle with using your memories of your voice." He chuckled and began to shift his features around until he looked like the mage, sifting through his mind to find a decent memory of the man speaking to gather what he needed to complete his disguise. There was just one more thing... Graham left the room sliding the sleeve of his new robe onto his arm over his arm, the smell of the lad's body burning barely bothering him as he moved down the hall. Now all he would need to do was wait for Phillip to do his part. It shouldn't be too difficult, at least so long as none of the idiots share the same sight that the Phantom does. He took his place at the back of the crowd. The only concern he found himself having to worry about was an odd look from one of the mages that the man was standing near before. "Where were ya? We need to push harder!" Graham cleared his throat and listened to the repulsively nasal tone of his voice that was coming out now, "I thought I saw one run into that room back there, I had to make sure we weren't ambushed!" The idiot seemed to accept that excuse, turning back to continue their little spell-casting chain in an attempt to bring down the undead abominations that led the drow charge. He smiled when he saw the second of his guards having a jolly old time in the battle. Fun for everyone it seemed. Then the battle stopped suddenly, a young boys scream crying out above the crowd. Graham had to feign surprise while his mind was laughing at the overly dramatic way that Phillip had decided to go about his job. He held his hands out between the two crowds, his clothes town and his form looking like he was one of the slaves, beaten and bruised hour after hour. Many of the drow had looks of irritation that one of the slaves was being so obstinate, and the idiots seemed to not wish to continue the violence through the child. Graham rose his hands into the air, the incantations he spoke making his voice sound hollow, and slowly it began to return to normal. The mage that spoke to him before turned, realization and horror dawning upon his face as he realized what had happened, the burning smell from that room finally wafting this way. Graham's voice came out a shrill laugh as he floated into the air once more, "Rise, my beautiful children! Show these living swine the price of their impudence!" Bodies throughout the hall began to shift and rise, the stench of entropic power rising from each of them. Graham threw out his will at the undead the drow were using as well, taking them under his control and operating all of the bodies that were risen well as if they were one body. He laughed as his form melted back to his own, his ghostly body passing through the wall as the wave of undead moved as one against the enemy, a fireball cooking the wall where he had just passed through. Phillip joined him on the other side of the wall, his face smug and rather happy with itself. Graham nodded reluctantly to tell the lad he had done a good job, the Phantom discarding the rather ugly mages robe that he had donned for his surprise. He fixed his back to himself and turned back in the direction of the lab where his experiment was being run. "Let's go, Phillip. I want to finish up that project before the thralls under my command tire me too much." The young man's ghost nodded, "Of course, My Lord." |
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| Diana Sin | Sat Oct 15, 2011 2:16 am Post #14 |
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Diana went back into the fight full force. She found one tall, strong looking paladin pushing forward and decided that was the one she would go for. She did not know what everyone else was doing, and as long as they weren't on the verge of losing she didn't really care, drawing her focus into the battle at hand as she went to greet the paladin with a swipe of her blade, her red eyes staring nowhere but to the helmeted figure who in turn stared back. She saw blue eyes and smiled as she imagined ripping them out as the man screamed for mercy. The drow blade in Diana's hand was blocked by a great sword, so beautifully crafted she was sure it was master work. She thought she heard something like fiend come out under her enemy's helmet. She slashed pulled her blade back and slashed to him again, but once more it was blocked with expert precision. It seemed he was about as good with a sword as she was, as he went from defense to attack and would not let himself be held back by her. The great sword slashed to take off the Vampire's head, and in response Diana ducked down then slashed up with her sword. She found her blade only slid along the chain mail he wore but as he blade reached the top her momentum threw his helmet off his head and it fell back, hitting the ground with metallic thud lost in the sounds of battle. Diana swung her sword down, on the exposed head of blonde hair and a that strong, proud face of the man but he raised his sword and the two blade locked with a clash. The difference was that he was using a handed weapon, and she was using only one hand to hold her blade. She used her free hand to grab her dagger, a weapon she had not used in a long time. She pulled it out and wish a swipe his throat began to bleed. She was already putting it around when he realized just what had happened, his death gurgle being the last sounds he made alive as he started to crumple to the ground. She stared down at him, taking in the feel of another kill, but then something happened. He rose again, a deathly coldness over his eyes, and turned towards his own allies, attacking them with what appeared to be no will of his own. It was then she noticed that Graham had gotten behind enemy lines and was taking advantage of the dead he could so easily manipulate. "Not bad," she complimented him, sure he would not have heard it as it seemed he was ready to rush back to his work. As she looked into the battle, she could see that they had reached the point where they were being pushed back out. Their attack had failed, and on the faces she could see even some of the enemy were realizing it. |
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| Balthazar | Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:56 pm Post #15 |
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Nothing could beat the feeling of the battle, the rush of adrenaline and the beating of one's heart, the smell of fear and the clashing of metal and steel, everything mixing into an inferno of chaos and blood. Cain could not remember when he felt as alive as he did on the battlefield, his body breathing and his muscles stretching as he danced the dance of carnage. The woman that had lost her hand fell by the hand of a drove using a twisted blade and the scream of a man echoed through the chaos as she fell to the ground. A paladin in a white armor, now stained with blood, black and red, pushed his way up the stairs as he screamed a name over and over, his eyes on the fallen female. A brave dark elf crossed his path and without even looking at the dark creature the paladin sliced it in two, coloring his armor with more crimson streaks. The demon's path was blocked by a female battle mage, her staff in her hands, sending magic at her enemies and protecting the mage's back at the same time. A foolish ogre tried to stab her in the back as she had her eyed focused on the red eyed monster that smiled at her through the blood of her fallen comrade's blood. The ogre was send back by a strong force and the smell of burned flesh filled Cain's nose, the foolish one fell over the edge of the stairs where he managed to land in the head of a slave that was about to kill another dark elf, both slave and ogre died in the fall. Cain raised his weapon and the battle mage did the same, splitting her staff into two well balanced swords, one a little shorter than the other. She made some movements against invisible enemies before returning to eyes the demon that had chopped off her friend's hand, making her fall victim for the sword of the drove. Then the woman attacked, her two blades aiming for Cain's throat with perfect killing intent. The white haired demon stepped back and the strike missed him, then he turned in a spin, his sword trailing hers and aiming for her chest. She realized his aim and stepped to her left, his blade gracing her armor, she transformed her step into a graceful twist and aimed for the demon's unprotected back. Cain leaped down on all four and she missed, continuing her spin the battle mage growled at him like an animal. The demon rolled out of her way and lifted his sword, charging the woman once again. She seemed a little dizzy and just managed to lift her two swords to block his blade, the clash of the metal sending small sparks that died in the air. The woman was fast and had great aim but she lacked in physical strength, something Cain did not. He pushed harder on his blade and the woman had to take a step back to avoid falling, then she starred at the demon and her eyes grew white as the air cracked with electricity. Cain understood her intention just a moment too late and he jumped out of the way, her sword slightly graced his arm as he did. The battle mage was a lightning wielder and she sent a big lightning at the demon, the only thing that saved him was the lack of armor he wore and that a big ogre dressed in an all covering metal armor entered the door with a big sword in his hands. The steel dragged the lightning toward the ogre and toasted him inside his shell, Cain however didn't have time to watch this show as he had misjudged the jump and had accidently managed to throw himself over the edge of the stairs and had begun freefalling. The demon turned in the air and spotted a wall to his right, he threw his sword into the wall and managed to slow the fall enough for the landing not to be fatal, at least not for him. Cain landed in the head of a young paladin, his neck cracked under the weight of the demon's body, the fall still hurt and Cain found himself laying on the cold ground in a puddle of blood that hopefully didn't belong to him. His feet hurt and he found to his irritation that tears fell from his eyes as the weak human body was constructed to do just that. He searched for his sword but found it struck in the wall some feet up, out of reach for him. A young boy, not more than a child came running through the battlefield, he carried a sword only stained with a little blood and seemed rather focused on escaping then attacking. The child found Cain, still unable to stand due to the pain in his feet and legs, a few more minutes and the demon would be able to stand again but before that he was unable to move from the blood puddle, unarmed and without any armor to protect his important heart. The slave realized Cain was unprotected and ran toward the demon lifting his sword. With cold red eyes Cain watched as the child stopped, standing over him with his sword raised, he was breathing fast and the demon could almost hear the sound of the child's heartbeat as he aimed for the monster’s heart. Cain showed his teeth, sharp and bone white towards the child, his eyes daring the slave to try and kill him. The slave breathed hard and was just about to deliver the final blow, his eyes mad but his hands shaking in fear as a child's voice stopped his movement. Everyone aimed their attention towards the slave standing in the middle between the two armies, his face bruised and his clothes in pieces. The boy standing over Cain began to shake and he bit his lip hard as he saw the faces around him filled with pity and irritation. The child's eyes wished for the battle to be over, for the blood to stop floating and for all evil to vanish. Suddenly the phantom's voice called out and the dead started to move again, grabbing weapons and attacking their former allies and enemies. The young slave's eyes became filled with fear and Cain saw his chance, his healing abilities just finishing their work good enough. |
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