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Post by The Helper on Nov 24, 2006 1:31:58 GMT -5
The Vampire's Challange
What does it mean to fight? What does it mean to know what is right or wrong? Because a man sucks blood, because a man drinks the life force of another, does that make him inherently bad, a scourge upon the world, and a representation of what is wrong in the world? Fangs glistening, late at night, Felodar Kindfang, teacher.. vampire... walked into the Training Arena. It was dark,it was cold, it was.. his world. And he sniffed bitterly at it, wrapping his arms around himself, despite the fact that all that he held was an already cold body, a body that held no warmth.. but that never stopped him from seeking it.
But he waited, cloaked, armored, because... he had heard rumors of a student. Rumors of a student who hated vampires. Rumors that distressed him slightly. Understatement. Who was this boy? Well... obviously, it was none other then the rising..
Roy Atenwood.
A letter.. a letter he had issued to him, because of what he had heard. Not through psychic abilities.. no, there was no honor in that. He sent a message to know.. and, if he was wrong, what would be wrong with this?
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Roy Atenwood
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Nov 24, 2006 21:54:40 GMT -5
A...VAMPIRE teaches here? WHAT THE HELL?!
Tears fell from Roy's eyes, but he wiped them away. He remembered the tales of what vampires had done to his homeland. He remembered seeing death and destruction in Vrac Dudall's mind.
He stood, getting out of bed slowly, as not to disturb the Oxygen Elemental, who seemed to have curled up on top of his blankets. She always ended up there when she was frightened, for some reason.
Roy got into his Inoan Warrior's garb, and left the room quietly. When he left, his clock said 11:45 PM.
He reached the training grounds at 11:55.
"So, you sent for me?"
Roy's voice was dripping with venom, as he nearly spat the words at the vampire.
This night would not end without blood being shed, or so Roy thought.
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Post by The Helper on Nov 25, 2006 20:43:04 GMT -5
The Anti-Vampire Spear.. "So, you sent for me?" "Whether I did or did not.. you're here. And that's all that matters. I am.. Professor Felodar Kindfang, but, I suppose we are not here to introduce ourselves."
He nodded at the promptly arriving student. A tone of malice in his voice, a hidden urge to strike.. yes... the rumors were true. This was that boy.. 'Roy Atenwood'. His eyes closed, from underneath the hood, though his face was clouded in even further darkness of the hood, then the night itself. 
"Behold.. the Spear of Judas... one of the legendary Anti-Vampire weapons in the world..."
A smile.
A smile that betrayed the pain in his right hand, that was slightly singed by the mere touch of the thing, though covered it was..
"My gift to you.. for you to keep.. if you can learn to wield it."Spear ofJudas -Blessed in Holy Water, garnished by seven-hundred seventy-seven wild rose petals, with seven cloves of garlic. roses by the Pope.
-Has been 'marinated' for seven years in Holy Water, garnished by seven-hundred seventy-seven wild rose petals, with seven cloves of garlic.
-Metal is made of pure silver, hardened to a mighty strength with great, holy flames.
-Metal has cooled instead of water or oil, Vampire blood, hence it's black tint, so that the blade will glow with an aura of 'Red', glowing brighter when a vampire is close.
-Does twice as much damage to Vampires, Werewolves, and anything unholy and undead, and will cause vampires to burn.
-Wounds received by any of the aforementioned creatures or things will take days to heal from.
-Novice Level: Below 10 Strength
--Wielder receives -5 Endurance, -10 Dexterity (Strength/Dexterity cannot be a negative, so, at worse, it will go down to 0)
--Wielder must use both hands (unable to use things/spells requiring hands, while wielding, must put down/sheath)
--Wielder's Strength increases by +5, with 'Novice' handling.
-Adept Level: 10-19 Strength
--Wielder receives -2 Endurance, -7 Dexterity
--Wielder must use both hands
--Wielder's Strength increases by +10, with 'Adept' handling.
-Journeymen Level: 20-29 Strength
--Wielder receives -4 Dexterity
--Wielder must use both hands
--Wielder's Strength increases by +15, with 'Journeymen' handling.
--Wielder can use their spells through the spear.
-Judas's Apprentice Level: 30-39 Strength
--Wielder receives -1 Dexterity
--Wielder must use both hands
--Wielder's Strength increases by +20, with 'Judas's Apprentice' handling.
--Wielder can use their spells through the spear.
--Wielder attains immunity to Vampire tricks and mind games.
--Wielder can use "Celestial Bombardment", which is a spell that saps 10 Energy, so that the user may send ten small rays of Holy Light, to home in on any unholy creatures and do above moderate damage to them (7-15 Endurance measurement).
-Judas's Lieutenant Level: 40+ Strength
--Wielder is strong enough to use spear with one hand.
--Wielder's Strength increases by +25, with 'Judas's Lieutenant' handling.
--Wielder can use their spells through the spear.
--Wielder attains immunity to Vampire tricks and mind games.
--Wielder can use "Celestial Bombardment", which is a spell that saps 10 Energy, so that the user may send ten small rays of Holy Light, to home in on any unholy creatures and do above moderate damage to them (7-15 Endurance measurement).
*NOTE: The bonus strength cannot be used to advance further in handling the spear. It must be your own strength.*"Pick it up, if you can. You'll need it, if you want to defeat me. At your level, I doubt that you would be able to see through a Vampire's darkness.. but, a most lethal weapon it is.. I think it may serve you well." he said, with a hint of anxiety.. yes.. the spear was already glowing red, a bright red. It hurt his eyes. But.. if he was going to accomplish what he was going to do.. then this had to be done. "You have the first attack.. strike me, if you can! he said.. as he unsheathed his blade..
Felodar Kindfang| Statistic Type | Statistic Amount | Additional Amounts | | Strength: | 65 ( Sixty-Five ) | +0 ( Zero ) | | Dexterity: | 75 ( Seventy-Five ) | +0 ( Zero ) | | Endurance: | 50 ( Fifty ) | +0 ( Zero ) | | Intelligence: | 68 ( Sixty-Eight ) | +0 ( Zero ) | | Wisdom: | 70 ( Seventy ) | +0 ( Zero ) | | Energy: | 30 ( Thirty ) | +0 ( Zero ) |
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Roy Atenwood
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Nov 25, 2006 22:18:18 GMT -5
For the first time in his life, Roy felt fear. If Professor Kindfang had offered him a holy weapon of such power......he must be truly powerful indeed.
Roy was afraisd, but that diddn't mean he wouldn't fight. He knew he couldn't win, but he would try.
"I don't know why you would want to....hieghten my skills......I don't know why you are offering me this weapon."
Roy diddn't take the spear from the ground yet. Instead, he shed the blue jacket, leaving it on the ground, as he stood in his white shirt and pants.
"I will fight as a warrior of Inoa village! I know I have no chance at victory, but I will fight you with all that I am!"
Roy grasped the spear in one hand, then planted both feet, and wrenched it from the ground, holding it in both. He held it, feeling the power pulse within it, and sheathed it's glowing red blade and heavy shaft in the strap holding his leather chest plate in place.
Drawing his staff, he spoke the incantation that invoked his Second Sight:
"Eye of the Mind!"
He charged straight at the vampire, his deep voice echoing in a savage war-cry that nearly shook the field, as his eyes took a white glow.
When he got within range, he would try to land a foreward thrust with his staff, even though he knew it would fail, having seen it with his mind's eye.
((EDIT: Edited for spelling errors.))
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Post by The Helper on Nov 26, 2006 0:33:06 GMT -5
The Price of Honor: Felodar's Decision Theme Song: Entity Contrary to what any natural instinct to anything that is good or evil, 'common sense' prevails. An idealism that.. while fighting for your beliefs may rise higher then the sky, though you may speak passionately about your faith and beliefs in all that is morally good, when it comes down to it, you take care of yourself, caring not for others, trying to chip your own place in the world. Good and Evil become mixed, a strong hue of gray of what is right and wrong. What may be idealistically good steps aside to what is truly beneficial to you, and a choice of the lesser of two evils. So far often does humanity falter when pressed for its survival, that instinct that takes over, and 'may the best man win'. That is not the lesson Felodar was here to teach. He was not here to teach the gray line, something already widely accepted. He was here to smash it to bits, and replace it with ideals of his own. And for what he saw.. Roy's attack had no backbone, even if he held the most powerful weapon in the room.. Roy's eyes said it all. There was no need to read anyone's mind. It was obvious in his approach.
Roaring. Felodar stared onward, his eyes, piercing, looking directly into Roy's eyes... no.. "NO... DISGRACEFUL.." Instead of side-stepping it, Felodar suddenly sped off, DIRECTLY AT ROY, at such an angle, charging him head on... directly into the spear's head. "G-GAARRRRGGGGH..." he roared.. as it tore through his armor, into his stomach.. but, he took another step forward.. closer to Roy.. another step, even though his body ached and roared in agony.. threatening to burst with Holy Flames, and consume himself.. his eyes.. his strangely humanistically hazel eyes... never closing.. always looking directly at him, with a piercing stare.. mouth open with the pain, growling ferociously like an animal.. suddenly, taking up his blade, and plunging it into Roy's shoulder, piercing it, somewhat lightly.. the sword.. drinking in the blood.. Felodar's breathing slowing down, as he pushed the blade further in, contacting bone, pushing Roy to the ground, with the blade stuck in his shoulder.
"..WHAT SORT OF ATTACK WAS THAT!?"
Spitting blood to his left, he gripped the holy spear, roaring in pain, as he pushed it further, further impaling himself.. 'til the spear went all the way through his body.. and fell out the other side. "..W-What in God's name was that..?" he said, flinching himself at even mentioning his own word of weakness, falling down to his knee to the pain in his body at such a mighty wound, but head downcast.. as if.. he had expected so much more.. his right hand, going to the hole in his body.. he touched around the edges.. It'd take a few days, even with blood, but, it was hit an unimportant spot, anyways. Slowly getting to his feet, Felodar strode over to Roy, grabbing onto the hilt, receiving a little more strength from his student, as he pulled it out, without any effort to minimize Roy's gash.. and resheathed the blade. Slowly, he walked over to Roy.. and pulled him to his feet, grabbing for something in his throat, and with a 'pop' rushed his left hand over Roy's mouth, forcing his mouth open.. forcing a vial to his mouth, growling the order.. "DRINK!" The taste was to be rather lemony-cherry flavored.. with a hint of morphine.. in fact, for what it was, Roy would probably not realize that his shoulder had healed, in a matter of minutes, unless he stopped to check.
Letting the vial fall down to the floor, letting it break into many pieces, Felodar stalked away.. obviously displeased, stepping over the spear, kicking it back over to him, grimacing a little, at the touch. He did not even look back at Roy, but instead.. stopped, when he was about twelve feet away. "..Roy Atenwood... And I had so much hope for you." Looking to his side, he spat blood, this time. A fairly serious wound he had induced upon himself. But he kept his composure.. whether it was his pride, or his abilities as a vampire, though.. was unclear. The aura around him still stood strong, unshaking. "..Do you know what your body screamed at me, when you charged with that thrust?" he said, as if.. to see if Roy actually understood. Whirling around, he unsheathed his blade.. striking it into the ground, an angry look on his face, but it was not wild. "IT SPOKE SO MANY PAINFUL THINGS.. SPOKE FULL OF DESPERATION... SPOKE OF FIGHTING WITHOUT A CHANCE... DISHONORABLE IN ALL ACCOUNTS."
He let his bark echo throughout the training arena. Shaking his head, he put his hand to his forehead, still shaking it.. for a while.. as if having given up, before looking back up, ignoring the pain. "..I'll give you another chance. But I must see corrections, if we are to proceed in your growth as a student. How can you expect to kill vampires if you let your own helplessness control you!?" he said, speaking slowly.. walking closer to him.. "I gave you a weapon, and you used it as a shield. You said that you would fight as a warrior of Inoa village? You'd shame them. If you were a true warrior, of any village, of any army, of any people, you'd fight not to lose! This is your first lesson!" he barked out, again, a little more softly, but with the air.. of a teacher. Bending down.. he took up the spear in his own hand.. watching it burn, stifiling himself, and handing it back to Roy. "You must... learn to be courageous, to fight with confidence. You must understand the weight of what you carry, and fight with all you have, fight with courage, fight for everything that you love and hold dear.. or else, how can you expect to live, to die, to carry yourself as a man.. if you do not even have the strength to fight in the name of victory of anyone that you cherish.. to never see your woman's face again.. if you have no hope, no faith in yourself?"
And for the first time in their meeting.. Felodar Kindfang grinned, his left hand gripping the student's shoulder. "..Let us try again. And this time, show me your guts, not your foresight. Come.. the night is still young! You have the first attack again!" he said, almost happily, as he sprang back, grabbing the sword for where he took it.. he was in pain. But he would not let that be enough to make him falter. He had to see.. see if Roy could become courageous.
..So, my boy.. show me your hope.
Show me your pride.
Show me your honor.
Show me your courage.
Roy.. Atenwood.
"HAVE AT THEE!" he cried, brandishing his blade.
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Roy Atenwood
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Nov 26, 2006 1:07:19 GMT -5
That...had been disgraceful. Even with his mind's eye open fully, Roy could not have seen it coming.
"Guh-HAAAH!"
The vampire had walked....through the spear? Had peirced Roy's shoulder to the bone, and even further...and then he had forced some kind of potion into his mouth.
The moment Kindfang spoke, Roy knew he was correct. He had lost, and would be killed, or worse, expelled. Sent home, without the skills to fight Melzas.
"..I'll give you another chance. But I must see corrections, if we are to proceed in your growth as a student. How can you expect to kill vampires if you let your own helplessness control you!?"
I don't deserve a second chance...but I will execpt it.
Roy threw his staff aside, and watched it hit the ground. He lit his fist on fire, in preperation for what was to come.
"I gave you a weapon, and you used it as a shield. You said that you would fight as a warrior of Inoa village? You'd shame them. If you were a true warrior, of any village, of any army, of any people, you'd fight not to lose! This is your first lesson!"
He was right...the weapon....the spear. The Spear of Judas. Roy would use it, then. Roy's left hand closed around it, and hefted it up with him as he stood, catching his breath, unaware that his shoulder had been healed.
"You must... learn to be courageous, to fight with confidence. You must understand the weight of what you carry, and fight with all you have, fight with courage, fight for everything that you love and hold dear.. or else, how can you expect to live, to die, to carry yourself as a man.. if you do not even have the strength to fight in the name of victory of anyone that you cherish.. to never see your woman's face again.. if you have no hope, no faith in yourself?"
Never to see my womans face again? ME? With a woman? HAH! That'll be the day. No woman can look at me without laughing.
"Faith.....courage?"
Then the comment about Guts instead of foresight. Once again, he was right. Roy's eyes ceased to glow, as he wrapped his leather-gloved hands tightly around the shaft of the spear.
"Right....courage...", Roy let out an empty laugh at this, remembering what he had to face, for the sake of his village.
"HAVE AT THEE!"[ /i]
Roy spun the spear as he would his staff, although a bit slower, and ran straight at the vampire again.
"WHAT WOULD AN UNDEAD KNOW OF COURAGE! YOU HAVE NAUGHT TO FEAR! YOU PILLAGE, AND RAPE,AND DESTROY WITHOUT FEAR OF THE CONSEQUENCES! I WILL DEFEAT YOU!"
When Roy was within ten feet of the vampire, he took to the air with his jumping spell. He gave the war-cry of his childhood friend, the Orcish Chadnak Grenchka, as he fell toward the vampire, his hair flying wildly behind him. As he tried to skewer the vampir as he fell from the air.
"ORAAAAA!"
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Post by The Helper on Nov 26, 2006 19:19:13 GMT -5
"WHAT WOULD AN UNDEAD KNOW OF COURAGE! YOU HAVE NAUGHT TO FEAR! YOU PILLAGE, AND RAPE,AND DESTROY WITHOUT FEAR OF THE CONSEQUENCES! I WILL DEFEAT YOU!" Memories flashed... BX... the Black Excalibur soldier.. friend. Loyalty...
...Zoe...
So taken a-back was Felodar, the memories flooding into his sight, that he just barely blinked his vision back into focus, in time to see Roy in the air, at an amazing speed.. spear at the ready.. not enough time to react.. he'd get impaled at the heart.. he dodged to the left.. too late.
"GRA-AChhh.."
He hobbled away, to the left, taking the sudden blow, the pain that was searing through him.. his left hand, reaching tenderly to test how much damage was taken. There was a gap of flesh.. but, upon trying to use his right hand, he found he could still grip it into a fist. Good.. good.. but the memories... damn. Damn, Roy had just touched a very sensitive spot. Shaking his head.. Felodar attempted to straighten back up, but faltered, tripping for a bit, before catching himself, leaning over.. breathing in, even though he didn't need to.. as though.. he was trying to catch his breath? A touch of reminiscience.. a desire for what he had lost and never would get back again.. he took a few careful steps, still gripping his sword in his almost destroyed right arm.. and held it up again.. breathing out.. cold wisps of air, his eyes.. red. But.. to watch carefully enough, Roy would've noticed the grin already curling up on Felodar's lips.
..And watch it fall to all seriousness.
"..I will not lie to you... my kind has been known to be fearless, has slaughtered men, women, and children without remorse, defiled them for the sake of ghouls... and all for their own personal campaign for power. ..But... I became a vampire by choice. It was my loyalty that compelled me, so that I could save my friend and comrade from starvation.. I GAVE HIM MY NECK."
Yet, with all that said, there was almost a hint of regret, a hint of remorse in his voice.. taking a step back with his right, bending his knees.. he was preparing to attack. "I have lived with loyalty, yet I have done things that I regret to this day! I live with honor, but no amount of honor can account for the countless sins I have commited before I came to Arcane Academy.. But I bit a woman, and she accepted me.. and she loves me to this day, as I hope to do the same, for all eternity... AND THAT IS WHY I CANNOT DIE TO ANY MAN." he barked out, suddenly.. with amazing speed, shadowy wisps of his own image following him, as he dashed, side-stepping suddenly to the right, his blade stabbing in the air with haste of impertinence.. bringing it back just as quickly, to an upright position, and turning his right hand to the left in a circular arc, making the blade go down in a half-circle to strike at the spear.. with so much strength as to knock Roy back a few feet, before he would catch his balance.
"..I am a vampire. I am a sinner. But that does not mean that I am without concious! I fight for humanity, and the betterment of it! Can you say the same for yourself, Roy Atenwood? Can you defeat my resolve with your courage!?"
Felodar lowered his blade.. the ferocity in his face dimming, but the cold fury still locked in his eyes.
"..When you can do that... I shall accept you as my equal, if not my better."
His left hand glowed, but remained still at his side. "..But... I promised I'd teach you some techniques. This is called 'Soul Shot', a variation from the 'Dark Magic' version that Halsephea teaches.. the words being.. 'Kor'Tallah Yanis Porison!'. It channels your dark magics, and can grow stronger, the angrier that you are. But anger is raw, unrefined energy, and while it does a lot of physical damage.. for people like me, it doesn't wear you down too much. However.. my spell, 'Soul Shot', can be dodged.. but it cannot be shielded against. Why?"
"..Because it uses the angry spirits of the dead themselves. In a way.. a minor summoning spell, at the tips of your fingers. Just aim, and fire. However.. you must imagine it mentally, and focus how many fingers, how many shots you want to perform. And if contact is made, it will, for what I would deem to be the duration of the battle, weaken them. It does not do physical damage.. just spiritual. Attacking one's soul, and weakening their resolve.. perfect for the lecture, isn't it? See if you can dodge!" he suddenly barked.
Raising his left hand, all fingers pointing at him.. he blinked for a moment, the energy raging in his whole left arm..
"Norz Rhi Tlesseftne Tzremhcsesg Nelees Tah!"
*Note: To show how many fingers you use to fire at a time, use 'size'=(insert number of shots here). For example, this is Size 5.*
Would he.. abandon the Spear of Judas so as to save himself with speed? Let me see your resolve then, boy! Let's see how you fare against a vampire's weakest of spells!
Five ghostly, small spirits raced on, at high speeds.. directly at the student.
..Show me your guts, your resolve.
My hopes are riding on you, Roy.
Felodar Kindfang| Statistic Type | Statistic Amount | Additional Amounts | | Strength: | 65 ( Sixty-Five ) | +0 ( Zero ) | | Dexterity: | 75 ( Seventy-Five ) | +0 ( Zero ) | | Endurance: | 50 ( Fifty ) | -8 ( Negative Eight ) | | Intelligence: | 68 ( Sixty-Eight ) | +0 ( Zero ) | | Wisdom: | 70 ( Seventy ) | +0 ( Zero ) | | Energy: | 30 ( Thirty ) | -5 ( Negative Five ) |
-Received -10 Endurance from impalement.
-Recovered -7 Endurance with Aço de muitos-Fanged.
-Received -5 Endurance from being struck in the shoulder.
-Received -5 Energy from using 5 simeltaneous 'Soul Shots'.
Added 'Spear of Judas' details:
-Overall Length: 72-1/4"
-Blade Length: 13-3/4"
-Weight: 50 lbs
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Nov 26, 2006 21:07:13 GMT -5
A simle? Kindfang was grinning for a moment, but the grin had dissolved into a more serious look.
"..I will not lie to you... my kind has been known to be fearless, has slaughtered men, women, and children without remorse, defiled them for the sake of ghouls... and all for their own personal campaign for power. ..But... I became a vampire by choice. It was my loyalty that compelled me, so that I could save my friend and comrade from starvation.. I GAVE HIM MY NECK."
Roy picked up a hint of...regret? Remorse?
Does he REGRET becoming a vampire? The vampire's I've met before were pompous fools....he's so different from that.
"I have lived with loyalty, yet I have done things that I regret to this day! I live with honor, but no amount of honor can account for the countless sins I have commited before I came to Arcane Academy.. But I bit a woman, and she accepted me.. and she loves me to this day, as I hope to do the same, for all eternity... AND THAT IS WHY I CANNOT DIE TO ANY MAN."
A sudden change in tone, as he began to attack with amazing speed. Something Roy could never hope to match, with or without the Spear of Judas weighing him down. In some sort of shadowy blur, Kindfang's sword clashed against the holy spear, hard enough to push him back several feet, with his boots sliding accross the ground as he went. Somehow, the impact also knocked the iron ring out of his hair, making it drape down in front of his face.
Asking if Roy could defeat resolve with courage.........saying he was a sinner. Saying he fought for humanity, and asking if Roy could do the same, as Roy corrected his stance, his hands gripping the spear even tighter.
Then he explained a spell. Soul shot? See if he could dodge, as it would attack Roy's soul, and shake his very being.
He gripped the spear tighter, a wild grin on his face, as he stood strong, and weathered the attack.
"Is....is that all? Sure, it hurt, and I'm tired. But you can't break me. Nobody can. You can break my body, but my spirit will stand strong. Do you hear me?! DO YOU!?"
Roy's hair hung over his face as he spoke, a wild grin still on his face.
There's blood....coming from the corner of my mouth. That spell hurt, but I can't show it. I must defeat him!
"Can I say I fight for humanity? Yes. Even though they shun me, and I have only two places on earth where I am welcome, I fight to defeat a demon that plots to destroy a home to people like me. Inoa village, land of misfits and freaks."
Roy sheathed the spear, using the strap that held his chest plate in place as a sheath. He raised both hands, balled into tight fists, and pointed them dead on at Kindfang.
"Norz Rhi Tlesseftne Tzremhcsesg Nelees Tah!"
Instead of small spirits, two large beams fired out at the vampire, as Roy's eyes began to glow white once more, not from foresight, but from anger.
"YOU CAN'T BREAK ME!"
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Post by The Helper on Dec 1, 2006 7:07:36 GMT -5
Vampire's Blood: Unbreakable Stand Theme Song: Entity "YOU CAN'T BREAK ME!" ***"..Just tell me I can come in." "..Alright. Come." Nodding wearily, a man in a heavy black suit of armor slowly strode into the house, immediatly moving to the window sills and closing them shut. Telvus sighed. "...So.. you were just bitten?" as the black suited man slowly sunk into a chair, the counter-measures taken into effect. "..Yea. I got plenty of dirt stuck in my armor, so.. I guess I'm sleeping in it." Standing there, at the door... Telvus looked at the window... it was thick, but, there were yet cracks that when daybreak came, the sun could filter through.. like the sudden amount of stress that had built up in his throat, his whole head feeling hot.. He coughed. "..BX... Black Excalibur.... what do you plan on doing now?" There was an akward pause.. the house settling, creaking underneath them, the wooden floorboards. BX's gauntlets went to his helmet, undoing it, pulling it off, revealing a man in his young twenties, or.. what was to be a man, had not fate intervened... "..Well, for starters.. I'm hungry." "...Shit. How badly?" BX stirred.. forcing a harsh laugh, slapping his knee, before settling down, back into the chair. "..Very bad. I'll starve, at this rate, and I was in too much of a rush to try biting into the freaks-.. into the vampire's blood. I feel sinful enough as it is." Sighing explosively... Telvus nodded. And so, he had come to him, of all people, for help. Or blood. Or both. "...Give me a moment..." "..Alright." Shuffling through the shoddy house, he looked through... dammit, he was a blacksmith, not a rancher.. rushing to his room, he grabbed a necklace with a cross on it, quickly putting it on.. and running back. When he ran back in, BX looked up.. "Back already?-" When a punch came landing into the side of his head. Half snarling, he looked up, "..What in the hell was that for, you pri-!?" "Bite me, and get it done with. That was for being careless, you twit." Another pause. "..What..? No, I couldn-" Another punch, catching BX directly on the same part of his cheek... Telvus fuming, as he bent down, breathing in furiously into his nose.. BX looking incredousouly at him, as he sat up on the chair. "..Are you sure..?" "Do it now, before I change my mind." A sarcastic smile.. typical BX. "Then change it." "No." Telvus leaned forward... gripping the cross in his hand... holding onto his religion for just a few more moments, onto his faith, onto his cross.. for righteousness, after all.. it was his duty to be loyal to friends, to comrades.. "...I shall not let you die, BX.." Another smile. More subtle, this time, as BX moved his gauntlet upside Telvus's neck.. fangs now glistening, the hunger obvious in his eyes, and his heavy, if unneccesry, breathing. "...You're kind... too kind, my friend. Then die knowing that you saved me, as Telvus Peirera, and.. rise as Felodar... 'Kind'fang."
Biting his tongue.. he nodded, tears streaming out of his eyes.. his blood quickening... loyalty. Was it worth it? Was this worth it? He would die a blacksmith, nameless throughout the centuries.. or join the secret society of men and women, who took to the darker pleasures in life.. no. He would not be like them.. his vision went red... He would not be like them. ..The cross burned in his hand, burned around his neck, as the holiness of his own beliefs now began to burn his flesh... Forgive me God... I have sinned. A sin that will last as long as no daylight touches me... as long as no stake pierces what feelings I had for women, used for passion... my heart.. my heart... it's not beating... I'm dead... I'm gone... and now that's it. Farewell sunrise, farewell light. Hello moonlight and cold night time winds. Forgive me poor people, for my hunting begins..
His loyalty honored.. he rose, standing, staring at his lord, as his eyes mixed with hazel and crimson... body shuddering.. and nodded. This is the price I have paid for undying loyalty. He needed to reaffirm himself.. his new identity.. and he nodded at his old friend... and he nodded back, gratefully.. It had happened. The cross was torn off, and flung with burnt pieces of flesh against the wall.
"...I'm Felodar Kindfang."***The flashback ended, as the two shots of compacted soul rushed through him in a split second, leaving burning fumes coming off his body, off his.. soul. It hurt. But he would not show it. Slowly standing himself up, in a manner of 'shrugging off' an attack... Felodar walked closer... Roy. Impressive. He'd grown.. grown already, so much, in such a short time. Managed to even modify one of his own spells... impressive. "...Well done... but.. even I can only take so many blows. As a warning.." He smiled. Sincerely, eyes closed, head tilted.. a sign of human that still lived in him. "..I'm going to fight you on equal terms, for the rest of the duration of this battle.. for however long.. or short.. it is. Be proud.." Aço de muitos-Fanged clicked. "..I don't normally do this with students unless I see great potential in them."
"..But to be honest... I am perhaps the weakest of the 'Special Risk Teachers', among Professor Winklewood, Professor Fatman, and especially Der Metzgermeister.." A sad smile. "..No... compared to them, among most vampires, in fact.. I am nothing special."
The blades extended, revealing extra appendages.. perfect for catching a spear attack. But.. as it did, the sword began to glow an unholy red aura. A smile. "..I am not Noseferatu." His whole body began to glow, a strange wispy white.. similar in the flickering way of the sword's aura. "...I am not Dracula..." He began spinning the sword in his hand.. faster.. faster.. effortlessly, never letting his eyes leave Roy's, always staring into them, the intensity growing.. "I am not Alucard, or any of the mighty Soul Society's leaders, in all their might.." Suddenly spinning, the blade glowing brighter and brighter, no longer just walking, but dancing gracefully to and fro, back and to the side, always looking at Roy.. the spell of his entire being prepared.. for disaster would only await those who even mistook a simple step.. yet it was so light, dancing, encircling Roy. Not with a brash, incredible speed.. but as if to paint something invisible with his toes, a deep crimson red huge given off by the blade now...using the momentum to plunge it.. into his heart. "I am just another vampire... but... for all that it is... for all that I am..."
"I SHALL NOT FALL"
Coughing blood... the blood splashed out all around him...
"A thee, noite, eu oro. 'Tis para a noite e a lua que eu entro. As pessoas são abundantes, meu cacho de fangs em encanto, mas devem esperar ainda, para eu agora encara uma luta. Conceda-me força, as pessoas, esses que correm nas minhas veias, emprestam-me alguma força, embora amaldiçoam e o desejam ser minha maldição. 'Tis o poder que eu necessito, para o próprios desejos, embora para bom ou para mal, você deve saber.. Prove-me, lâmina, sabe que eu me dou a thee... deixa-os temer nos agora... na noite, dança."
"O aço de Liberação do many-Fanged..."
"ESBRAVEJE SANGUE"
The blood lashed out of him now.. out his back, sprawling in the air.. never bending, never yielding to the insufferable pain of what he felt. Always keeping the same icy stare, as he looked on the.. his student. The blood hardening, forming into wings.. leathery, torn.. as Felodar Kindfang himself glowed a furious red aura, that emenated from his whole body, illuminating the dimly moonlit training room, his power increased... [glow=red,2,300]"...Let's go."[/glow]
Rushing, half running, half gliding to Roy, his blade came out, his chest healing from the ceremonial vampire stab.. as he had his blade slash horizontally, at neck height, as he got within three steps in a matter of seconds, slashing back again, all five blades crying out for damage.. slashing down to the left, diagonally, aiming for the knee, spinning, the wings simply flowing to and fro, momentum strengthening, the distributed blood sacrifice powering him... But, if Roy were to know this technique better... he'd know that Felodar was putting up the final assault.. being at the end of his endurance.
Let me see... that burning resolve...
[glow=red,2,300]"..ROY!.." [/glow]
Felodar Kindfang| Statistic Type | Statistic Amount | Additional Amounts | | Strength: | 65 ( Sixty-Five ) | +10 ( Ten ) | | Dexterity: | 75 ( Seventy-Five ) | +10 ( Ten ) | | Endurance: | 50 ( Fifty ) | -40 ( Negative Forty ) | | Intelligence: | 68 ( Sixty-Eight ) | +10 ( Ten ) | | Wisdom: | 70 ( Seventy ) | +10 ( Ten ) | | Energy: | 30 ( Thirty ) | +5 ( Five ) |
-Received -10 Endurance from impalement.
-Recovered -7 Endurance with Aço de muitos-Fanged.
-Received -5 Endurance from being struck in the shoulder.
-Received -5 Energy from using 5 simeltaneous 'Soul Shots'.
-Received -12 Endurance from dual-fisted 'Soul Shots'.
-Activated Nightstalker: +5 All stats during night.
-Activated Esbraveje Sangue: -25 Endurance, +5 Strength, +5 Dexterity, +5 Intelligence, +5 Wisdom, +5 Energy |
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Roy Atenwood
Mage
So I'm a grumpy seer? Big deal. You're an idiot.
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Dec 13, 2006 20:07:38 GMT -5
"I will not falter. I will fight to my dying breath!"
Roy brought the heavy spear to bear, intending to parry the incoming Vampire's blows. Felodar had become amazingly fast, due to some kind of Vampiric ritual. The red-glowing spear had become all that was standing in the way of Roy's death, as he prepared for impact.
He blocked most of the strikes, somehow, by unconciously activating his foresight. He reacted ahead of time, but couldn't block one of them, and he felt it bite into his knee.
He kicked out at kindfang, as he hopped backwards, bringing the spear to bear once more, and waiting.
He.....he can't be nothing compared to other vampires.....he's so damn powerfull......but he's not the most powerfull? I need to get stronger...damnit...............
Panting, tired but not wishing to show it, Roy brought the spear into a defensive Bagua spear stance. He no longer had the energy to put up an offensive front, and his knee was throbbing.
"I........won't....fall....to......you....."
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Post by The Helper on Dec 14, 2006 22:01:40 GMT -5
There Is A Time And A Place That You Will Die "I will not falter. I will fight to my dying breath!" ..But that time wasn't now.
Even as his blade crashed onto Roy's spear, again and again, an amazing amount of defensive manuevers being put on, Felodar could only click his tongue, as a kick landed onto him. It held back any further advances Felodar had ever intended to make, caught by suprise by the rather unconventional attack, and for his own carelessness. His own life was depleting, as more blood poured silently through his back and his chest.. the pain in his body bringing him to his limit. No, he could not endure anything further, had gone far too easy, nearly killing himself. Yes, he'd regained some of his vitality back.. but only some, from the small strike he had suceeded onto Roy's knee. And that wasn't saying much.
A cold wind passed by.
Roy had put up a rather interesting defensive move.. but, his knees were visibly quaking, and it seemed apparent that both of them were at their limits. Interesting..."I........won't....fall....to......you....." A little smile."You're right. At the rate we're going, you'll fall to your own weight. The spear taxes you, I tax you.. but most impressive of all.. you tax yourself the most."
"No one will fall today.. come."Giving a quick jab in the air with his sword, letting the blood fly off it, he pushed his right foot in front of him, his right arm arching in a circular fashion to himself, as he quickly sheathed the sword with a slitting sound in the air, his cape flowing in front of himself, with the suddeness of the sheathing, as he slowly walked up to Roy, suddenly bringing his arms around him, covering him with the cape, so as to prevent contact with the spear.. and moving his left arm down, slowly slipped up Roy's feet from under him, with suprising gentleness."We need to get get you to the Recovery Wing, boy. That is.. if you're willing to be carried by a vampire such as myself?"His eyes burrowed into the young half-elf. Roy still relied on his foresight. A bit of a crutch, but it was a powerful one.. he'd need to talk more with him on the subject. Foresight, after all, did not win fights, battles, and wars alone. The ability to prevent that which you forsee.. yes.. that was usually greater. But.. given Roy's near-collapsing condition.. it didn't seem appropriate.
They'd talk later.
A more fatherly tone came into Kindfang's voice.."So.. how about it? Yes or no?"
Felodar's Status:
-Near Dead (You know what I mean).
-Barely hanging on, due to consistent blood loss.
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