The Chase of Prophecy... Alexa is Pursued

« Reply #14 on: May 27th, 2007, 11:53pm »

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Xavien
Wed Jan 25, 2006 4:01 am
What manner or sorcery was this? Xavien and his first instincts were to throw his arm up and cross it over his eyes in the attempt of shielding his sight as the poweful burning and yet false rays came blasting forth. For the moment he had thought the sun had risen prematurely and without his knowledge. But after another set of thoughts and when he realized he had not been set ablazed, it had to be another trick of these damn beasts. There had been a moment of distraction, which allowed them to capture the girl once more inside that orb of light. So they were wanting to pit their strength against his own? As one of them seemed to take up the defensive as if buying the other more time to finish or accomplish something out of the ordinary. The finer details were established and his sense of tatic would and were leading him towards this path of assumption.

But what purpose would it serve of them to make such a dreadful enemy out of him now, when they could simply walk away and not have to worry whether or not he would eventually catch up with them and in the dead of the night, dispatch and eliminate them all one by one? There was no certain guarantee. What was for certain, was that he intended to not let them leave so long as they possessed what he had been sent here after. To fulfill his unholy mission that had been given to him along with this all consuming curse of vampirism. But a low rumbling from behind had his attention refocusing on the large column of warriors that had entered the village and were poised on of his vision, as he stared back through the corner of his eyes. A voice which was loud and clear...but none would take his victory away from him.

In these final building and crumbling moments, when it seemed that a major distraction was about to be unleashed and with a terrifying full force, he tumbled back through his own mind and to that very spot in which he had been earlier, the blood that had been bleeding through his system, and would finally use one of his four aces, and distributed his thoughts to various arena's within his vastly populated mind. On a whim, as he used the very stuff that his darkness was made from and would conjure up, as he seemed to reach down and pick up his dropped sword, holding it up level with his chest, the blade standing and divided between his eyes, both hands holding strong, and thus taking a single side step, and then the given task, as he seemed to do it again, and then a third time. A fourth followed, ending with a fifth display. Four shades and himself, one could not be distinguished from the other. All stepping this way and that, confusing the animals, as either him nor his four replicas of the shadows seemed to give off any betraying sense, aura, or scents....he would take the woman by force if he must.
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Darion
Wed Jan 25, 2006 4:57 am
Darion would have winced in pain from the impact of her mind shouting at his, if he could. It also would have broken the ritual, were he the one actually performing it. As the case was, though, the ritual being performed was not his. It simply drew on his energy, which did not take a bit of his own concentration.

Gra?al and Ternik watched the happenings of the transformed vampire. They did not, however, make any move to see what the sound from behind them was. It was obvious that it was too far away to be of any concern for what needed to get done. Their lives no longer mattered at this point. They were defending what was truly important. True, Xavien had given them the opportunity to just walk away. That chance, however, did not include walking away with Alexa. She was what they intended to bring away from this encounter. Their own existences did not matter, in the least. She may have thought that her tries at negotiations were doing something to the Wamphyri lords mind. All of the lycans knew better.

The two standing guard over the rest of the group were quite worried that the others wouldn?t get the necessary time to finish concentrating on the ritual. However, Xavien, in his self-assured thoughts on the intelligence of lycans, provided them with the necessary time. He looked to the oncoming horde of his underlings?one second. The light shining from the other five pulsated. He reached to retrieve his weapon?two seconds. The humming ceased. He split his own form into the image of five?three seconds. The light immediately turned in on itself, and disappeared completely, taking those that were held inside with it. This was no meager illusion. Illusions could be cast almost instantly. This had taken preparation, and a drawing of energy from three source. Plus the fact that it couldn?t be expanded enough to take all seven of the group with it, all of which would not have been necessary with a basic mind trick such as illusion. No, this was an actual ritual, performed by true masters. Somewhere off in the great distance, far over the horizon, completely out of sight and well beyond the Wamphyri territory, the light would reappear for the fraction of time it took to manifest all those it had taken with it, and then fade.

This left Gra?al and Ternik there, alone, on the half crafted, half natural barrier between the city and the wilderness. Darion and the others had gotten away. Alexa was safe. Now it was their own lives they had to be concerned with. If Xavien decided he wished to take their lives, they both knew that the only chance they had to actually live through this encounter, was to make it to the wilderness. With a quick ping between their minds, that didn?t even consist of so much as a single word or mental image, Gra?al took off running to the wilds while Ternik dropped yet another luminous orb to temporarily blind the vampires, and joined his friend in his sprint.
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Radu
Wed Jan 25, 2006 5:32 am
Curiosity was within a breath away, as the army had come to a halt with a resounding voice that rose up and off the nightly atmosphere like whisping mist off the surface of a lake. The column with unision came to a armor clanking stop, bringing one foot down as a signal and sign of their loyalty to blood and kin. Even as the Lycans were in midst of their magical rituals, the war-lord prince was even now spurring in his own methods. There was nothing he could have done to have stopped the ritual and the evidentual fleeing of the Beasts with the secondary female vampire, but he could and did raise one pale and immaculate hand, and with a single gesture, bade a quarter, his mounted Honor Guards, to break away and give chase to those that were fleeing towards the wilderness. Powerful beast were reined and split from the main host and made their way in the common direction that the Lycans had fled in. These composite creatures of men and vampire were amongst the finiest warriors ever bred and would have no trouble matching pace and tracking the rogue beasts to the ends of the world.

" Bring me their hides. They will make excellent material." This had been a mental configuration and thought sent to those trusted soldiers that were now in hot pursuit.

His presence commanded respect, as he titled his head back, lifting his chin in a defiant manner. Even now he had heard the rumors of this such creature standing before him. A light kick of his spurred heels and his mount wound trample forward and directing it in a slow trotting three hundred and sixty degree manner, looking over the Knight, from top to bottom and back again. For his own purposes he said nothing and simply took in the visage, the pale shade of a once noble mien, and then nodded with his approval. Twas not the enemy of my enemy a friend? Could he possibly sway this warrior to join his own cause. A fresh sword would add a bit more advantage, and access to whatever this one here has amassed. Another gesture was given, which was the signal to find lodging and a place to hold up, for the dawn was to break in an oh so few short hours.

" I would speak to you in private, if I may. I would like you to know that they shant get far. The runners will be trampled and given no mercy and no quarter. The others, they may have escaped for now, but they have left a signature imprint upon the ethereal, and I shall follow it to them, if you will join me, we can break bread and sup and hammer out the details and forge an allience."