Post by Amilith Tyrn on Jul 24, 2007 11:49:09 GMT -5
It was a silent night in the northern russia. The cold ground was empty from any tracks and the snow gently fell to cover those of any creature that moved in the night. All was plain and dull. Well, almost all, in the middle of nowhere there was a hut. It looked kind of strange standing as it did, but it didn't seem to mind. And in case anyone would come closer to it they were unlikely guests as the fence, which was made of bones and topped with human skulls was more than likely to scare any of them away. Well, almost any. Inside the hut Baba Yaga was sitting in a rocking-chair and watched as the clouds cleared of the sky and gave her a magnificent view of the northern lights. She was humming an old song as she waited for some powerfull mage that she was to help. That seer that had contacted her earlier had been quite straight to the point, rare for his kind. But then again, she couldn't help but notice that he seemed quite eager to see her. Suddenly the door flew up by itself with a loud slam as it does every time someone closes up on the hut and she turned the chair to take a look at her visitor.
Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Jul 24, 2007 12:28:22 GMT -5
Not even the slightest bit sore from his teaching of Tas that morning, Tristan appeared well over a mile above the icey environment that was northern russia. The hunter was astride a huge black beast, simply standing on its back like it was just another walk in the park. And for the hunter, it may as well have been. Just below the clouds they hovered before the man bent down and gripped a spike that ran the spine of his partner. The huge wings of the element dragon folded and its body angled down like a wave, head to tail.
The movement was as elegant as a raptor as the huge five ton dragon dove at insanse speeds, only to pull up a minute or so later, a mere hundred feet from the ground. That hundred feet was where Tristan dove off, head first just as his partner had. Igneus transformed then and simply glided down in a rather wide circle. Tristan's decent halted abruptly after a dose of wind element flipped him around to land in the snow feet first. Instead of stopping after forcing a crater to appear in the earth like he usually might, Tristan sunk waist height into the snow, which he quickly remidied by using a variation of his fire armor to heat his body up a few hundred degrees.
Needless to say the snow quickly melted and the man was able to jump out of his hole. By the time he found solid footing on the near solid snow, Igneus had found his way to hover down to Tristan's level where he flew himself over to his perch of the mans right shoulder. It was truely and profoundly cold for the snow to be solid enough to support over two hundred and sixty pounds that were Tristan, Igneus, and and the hunters gear. Carefull to avoid sinking into the snow at its weak points, Tristan walked on, asking a couple of people about this Baba Yaga character. Most just shied away from him, but occasionally he got a sideways glance from them that indicated a general direction.
Eventually he came to a hut. Or more so...The hut. Well...He said we'd know it when we saw it. Tristan shook his head and hopped over the gate. Unlike most humans, he wasn't limited to traditional means of entrance through such a thing. Not to mention he didn't exactly feel like touching human bones used in such a manner. He walked up to the door to the hut and raised his fist to knock when the door flung itsself open, which wrought an ever popular eyebrow raise from behind those orange sun glasses.
"O...K..." Was a quiet whisper to himself. "I take it your this Baba Yaga character then?" He stood simply at the door, his fist dropping back to his side.
Post by Amilith Tyrn on Jul 25, 2007 2:23:56 GMT -5
Baba Yaga was quite the stereotype for a witch. She was old, and likely she looked alot older than she really was. She was skinny, barely a skeleton and was full of wrinkels. Her face looked big in comparation to the body, with small beady black eyes, a mouth with a few yellow teeth which she constantly licked and a giantic nose, about one decimeter across and fifteen centimeters long.
The inside of the house wasn't alot cheerier than the outside. The only room in the hut looked very small, mainly because of a great oven along one of the walls. There was a small table with four chairs in there as well, none of them seemed to have been used for a long time. The only other piece of furniture was the rocking-chair that Baba Yaga was sitting in by a window to the left when standing by the door. There was no hints whatsoever as to where she slept, or kept her food for that matter.
Baba Yaga gave her guest a long examining look. He didn't look to bad, maybe not her favourite food but in case he wasn't the mage she was waiting for she'd have a nice meal out of him none the less. She poked her giantic nose and began to speak with one of the most annoying voices on earth:
"Da, I'm Baba Yaga. Did somebody send you or did you come here yourself?"
She took out the finger out of her nose and gave the booger on it a long stare before tossing it into the fire. She was getting hungry so she hoped that this wasn't the mage, since she would get more food that way.
Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Jul 25, 2007 10:15:14 GMT -5
Oh the gritting irritation. Igneus cringed from the voice, though Tristan didn't even blink. Despite what she was thinking, eating Tristan would likely kill her if he or Igneus didn't first. A Crusnik's blood was usually toxic to other beings, especially vampires. A safeguard against Hominus Nocturna should they ever manage to gang up on their genetic superior. To a vampire, Crusnik blood was the equivalent of drinking pure salacitic acid.
"An Oracle sent me. He said you'd have some knowledge of the whereabouts of a host of vampires who just so happen to posses an artifact I need to get my hands on." His deep voice boomed from the doorway, he still hadn't entered the house after the door had slammed open. If one knew what he was, one might think that the old vampire affliction was taking hold in that he couldn't enter a house without invitation. Of course that wasn't the case, but that didn't stop him from staying exactly where he was.
Reaching into his coat with the right hand, he dug into his left inner pocket retrieving both the leather pouch and the small note pad he possessed. "He also said that his was all you'd need for your assistance," Holding out the leather pouch with his right hand, having put the pad into his left. Tristan had seen, believe it or not, humans who looked stranger than this old woman did, let alone every other foul creature that plagued the non-magical world, so her appearance didn't phase him at all and he simple stared coldly past those orange sunglasses.
Post by Amilith Tyrn on Jul 26, 2007 2:35:40 GMT -5
Baba Yaga shined up and got a big, hungry smile on her lips that showed that she had merely ten teeth altogether in her mouth. She got up from her rocking-chair and gestured for Tristan to enter. She couldn't believe that simply showing someone the way like that would earn her such a meal. She snatched the pouch from Tristan and went back to the chair.
"Come in, mage. I'll take you there at once!"
She kackled and opened the pouch, which was containing some sort of meat that had been kept fresh and warm by some sort of magic. She didn't bother to examine it and began to eat in the most disgusting manner. Between each lump of meat she showed into her mouth she recited an incantation and the house began to shake. Under the house two gigantic chickenlegs appeared and began to walk, but due to the legs positions the house spun around as it walked. While it walked the most horrific scream came from it, mixing up with the kackling and eating sounds from Baba Yaga.
"We'll be there in no time at all, make yourself comfortable."
Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Jul 26, 2007 10:06:37 GMT -5
The hunter simply stepped in a few steps, out of the range of the door should it decide to slam shut as it had opened. He lowered his hand back to his side after the pouch was taken, he hadn't been holding it very tightly so it was no surprise when it slipped through the titanium covered fingers. When she pulled out what was in the pouch, which Tristan hadn't realized was there, he didn't even twitch. After all, he was a demon hunter, if something like that turned his stomach then he would be shit at his job.
When the house started moving he began to fall back, but struck the door frame behind him and stayed steady. Just like being inside a demon. For all Tristan knew this house was a demon. His mana activated and his 'wall walking' ability took hold as the energy was pumed through his feet into the floor, attaching him to the floor and stabilizing him. Now all he had to do was keep his body stiff and he wouldn't move. Igneus however, wasn't so lucky and he had to dig into Tristan's coat to stay put.
Not saying any thing really, he simply waited seeming to be annoyingly unaffected by any thing around him, he waited until the house stopped moving and he could get on with the job. Only thing bugging him at this point was how guarded would the rune be. He hadn't heard of a group of vampires aside from blood clubs other than the blood society in quite some time so their numbers, technologies, and force was unknown....And in this profession...that was a serious problem.
Post by Amilith Tyrn on Jul 30, 2007 16:14:28 GMT -5
After slightly less than an hours constant spinning and screaming the house slowly calmed down for a bit, as if planning to stop slowly but suddenly stopped abruptly. The door slammed open just as before and right outside was a road up a mountain. It had about three to five meters high walls on each side and was leading about five hundred meters up to a plateu where a small castle was visible. Already here at the begining there were trails of the vampires, as some bloody and severed remains of what might have been humans once was placed as a warning to visitors. And chained right across the entrance of the road was a woman, one meter above the ground and chained as an X she had been severly tortured. Still, she was grinning due to her lips being separated in a mad grin with fishing hooks and barbed wire, her eyes was open but clearly dried up and destroyed since her eyelids had been torn off and all her skin had been removed. Still, she was somehow alive, most likely due to some kind of magic.
"Oh, what a waste of good meat. Well, you go up to the castle and I'll just get her away from there."
Yaga baba said and licked her licks as she pushed herself past Tristan and towards the woman.
Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Jul 31, 2007 10:09:20 GMT -5
Tristan deactivated his magic once the house came to a resounding halt so as to preserve his spell incase he needed it later. He'd only used a small portion of it and had plenty to go. Turning when the door opened, he sighed as he saw the remains of the humans. When Baba Yaga pushed past him and said her peace, "All the more reason for me to annihilate every last vampire in the area." and he slowly walked out. At the edge of the hut, all he left was a small cloud of dust as he lept hard and fast, his Crusnik power launching him even further than what most vampires could accomplish.
Igneus was happy to have nothing but a little aerial turbulence after the joy ride in the chicken shack, and relaxed his posture a bit. Tristan had easily cleared the walls in a single leap, seeing as they were only around thirty-five feet tall, and was soaring a great length toward the castle in the distance. A few more jumps like that, four exactly, and he'd be at the base of the plateu where he'd jump one last time, only more high than far. He'd make his way up to the main gate at a decent pace. "Knock knock, mother fuckers." And his body spun around with inhuman speed.
A massive burst of power, backed by chakra, would smash the door open with a spinning back kick. If there were any guards on the other side...they'd likely be missing their lunch about now.
Post by Amilith Tyrn on Aug 2, 2007 1:43:58 GMT -5
The moment the old door flew up a noice from hundreds of inhuman screams echoed through the castle. Judging by the easiness the door flew up with it was apparently old and partially rotten. Looking around the castle showed tracks of bad care for it, blood was all over the floor, some of it merely a week old and it had ruined almost every piece of wood. There was no art except the hundreds of gargoyles that resided on every ledge. Between all pillars, from the walls and roof as well as lieing on the ground lied humans. Both dead and barely living, all of them showing tracks of terrible torture, having limbs seemingly gnawed off and all skin removed. Some of them had been opened at different places and a few of them was still alive, probably due to the same reason as the woman down by the road. One of the living that had no skin, and whose face was a bloody mess with nothing but one eye and a hole for nose above the mouth which was permanently closed with nails that seemingly went into the bone itself and whose torso had been opened so you could see his intrails. Once he saw Tristan he raised his only hand and made a pleading gesture for Tristan with what was left of his hand, a bloody lump with two single fingers, one of which had been gnawed down to half its size. As Tristan entered he could see the source of the screams quickly disapear into the castle, hundreds of shadows quickly crawling through windows, holes and doors and whatever other way that existed. Once the door hit the wall with a loud bang it broke completly and left the hinges and fell into the hall with yet another loud bang and a cloud of dust that welled up throughout the hall, making the tortured humans that still lived scream in pain as it got in their wounds. Then it turned all silent, except for the moans of pain from the tortured humans.
Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Aug 2, 2007 10:31:20 GMT -5
The hunter looked around, seeing the shadows scurrying back into hiding. His vampire like sight gave him some detail as a chilling breeze blew in behind him, but as dark as it was, there still wasn't much. The door banged open and fell, not at all to the surprise of the pair in the door way. When Tristan saw all the bodies strewn out on the floor, ignoring the screams, he scoffed. "And people wonder why I hate vampires." He began walking forward, but stopped when the arm was raise to him.
A sigh emanated from Tristan before his sword entered the mans throat, removing his head. "Rest." If one looked closely, you could see a slight heat distortion swirling around Tristan's body. And heat distortion it was. Momentarily the cold air began to steam and cook. The diamond and Titanium blade was drawn up from the wood floor with an extraordinary amount of ease and the steam built, pouring off of Tristan's body and swirling around the castles main hall. Tristan's mouth dropped open and a swirling beam of fire shot out, first going dead ahead, but then whirling back around and swirling around Tristan's body.
If one didn't know better, they'd say that the fire was alive in and of itself, and that the front end was beginning to take form. In fact, it was taking form, the form of a dragon. More specifically, a Japanese dragon. Long body and snout, gaping jaw, wild hair shooting back with its motion. It wound down then up and shot from behind Tristan out to the center of the hall. It came low to the ground with intense speed and ferocity and plowed through the bodies like a plasma torch. Each igniting with a yellow and orange fury. The flame dragon snaked its way around the entire hall, creating a massive bon-fire of corpses.
Those that were still alive were killed instantly, and those dead would burn slowly, lighting the way throughout the entire castle. The flames were accompanied by the rank stench of scorching flesh, a taunt to the vampires. A 'Come and get me...I just demolished your food.' A veritable 'Fuck you.' to all the vampires in the area, and as soon as Tristan had what he came for, the entire castle was going up in smoke. Hell or high water, the place would be demolished, and ever vampire would be ash by the time Tristan left for Babylos. Now, to complete the taunt, "COME AND GET ME, FUCKERS!!" As the trail of flame ceased from his mouth and the flames roared all around.
Every wood structure in the area would be demolished and Tristan lept off of what was left of the floor, soaring into another hall, blade in hand, he was going back to the days of the barbarians. Pillage and burn. Death and destruction were all that would be left in Tristan's wake at this point. It was now time to get the rune and see if there was any thing els worth grabbing, then get out before all the floors collapsed, not that it would have too much affect on Tristan, seeing as he had plenty of mana to spare and the castle had stone walls.
Post by Amilith Tyrn on Aug 7, 2007 2:39:29 GMT -5
The vampires that was present in the room, at least two dozens screamed loudly as the intruder entered the hallway and some of them attacked immediatley as he touched ground. Screaming in bloodthirst they quickly advanced straight towards him while some of the elder and wiser moved around him slowly, preparing to take him as he left his flank or back open. These vampires were very primitive, wearing no weapons at all and almost no clothes at all. They had dried blood from their mouths and generally acted like brutal animals.
Outside in the previous room the gargoyles, patient vampires that had been setting up a trap began to move. They had been to high up to get scorched badly but had still felt it so they were in a bad mood, even though they now knew that they were facing a more dangerous enemy than the average knight. They scaled the walls and entered the second hall where their brothers and sisters were fighting the intruder, so they climbed the ceiling just above him and pushed themselves down with great velocity, aiming for a direct kill.
Meanwhile in the academy, Amilith was sitting on his favourite café and watched the entire thing in one of his crystal balls. For once focusing on something instead of everything. He took a sip of his tea and counted the vampires.
Seventeen from the front, ten from the sides and back and twelve from above. So, Tristan. This shouldn't be any problems for you, prove me your skill.
Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Aug 7, 2007 11:17:40 GMT -5
Tristan cracked a tiny grin before his face returned to its usual hardness. Sure are alot of them huh? Igneus communicated, cracking his own grin as Tristan's faded. A loud boom rang out that sounded as though a .45 magnum revolver had gone off and a huge cloud of smoke emanated from Tristan's general vicinity. That was Igneus having released his grip over Tristan's shoulder. The dragon transformed into his medium form, it would have sounded more like a spaz twelve if he'd gone to his true size, but this hall didn't quite have the room to spare.
Now, if he'd done that while Tristan was standing there, the hunter would have surely been crushed right? Right. Thing was, he wasn't standing there. The second that dragon talons had released his coat, Tristan's Chakra activated and his speed exploded with his 'double time spell. In an instant, Tristan was standing on the stone ceiling, the hall beginning to be illuminated from the fire in the other room which was still burning bright. The dozen airborne vampires suddenly looked extremely uncomfortable before blood spurt out from all manner of areas around their bodies. Tristan had practically teleported up and around, kicking off of the walls and ceiling back and forth so many times that, within that second that he'd disappeared, his sword passed through the vampires more than a hundred times.
Various chunks of bloody husk fell to the floor, a few landing on Igneus' back as the five ton mass of dragon flesh spun around, making a wide tail whip that flashed close on ten of the seventeen vampires into the wall, all but one being crushed through his midsection into the stone, the upper and lower parts falling to the floor along with chunks of the wall. Igneus was now facing the six that were behind the pair not moments ago and a couple had frightened looks on their faces as the massive beast infront of them bared its fangs.
A cry of pain was all that was to be heard from those six as a blast of white and yellow flame erupted from Igneus' throat and incinerated them with a degree of ease. In another instant that had ensued whilst Igneus blasted the six in the back, the four on the sides suddenly dropped, their heads rolling away, still screaming, though it soon faded along side the thrashing of their bodies. Tristan was now standing on his partners back, an oddly clean Shireiutz in his left hand, a threatening black and brown .45 in his right. The flames from the dragon stopped and the seven that were left from the front were still charging, just now getting to the beasts tail. A flash emanated from Tristan's vicinity and seven bullets rocketed into the heads of the seven remaining to be slaughtered.
They let out agonizing screams as their flesh began to burn along side their skulls and brains. Silver bullets. When he'd departed from Babylos, he took with him only one clip of ordinary bullets for each gun, the rest of the six twenty round clips consisted of silver. Igneus' tail whipped back around and smashed the remaining seven through the wall opposite of the one from the first strike. Now only one single vampire remained alive in this particular area, and he was paralyzed from the neck down. The one that had escaped being crushed through the wall from the first tail swipe was trying to crawl away futilely. Tristan was momentarily infront of him, Ebony back in its holster, with Shireiutz poised.
"Gaichou, saikoro." 'Die, vermin' and the blade struck down, splitting the head of the vampire in two, as well as a half inch of stone floor. [Let's go.] He called to Igneus, who had just turned around with thumping footsteps. The dragon smashed his tail against a decaying tapestry and swirled it about, ridding his appendage of the blood and guts that more than a dozen vampires had left on it. Tristan swung his blade out to the side after extricating it from the floor which effortlessly dispersed the blood on it, and the hunter walked on, looking for where this rune could possibly be.
When he'd heard of a host of vampires holding an artifact, he'd pictured a relatively organized mass of Hominus Nocturna awaiting him with the occasional sentry in a specific place of defense over the items they had on them. What he found instead, was the very good possibility that a human had the rune in his pocket or mouth and was now dead within the walls of this castle which Tristan was going to destroy once he got what he'd come for.
Post by Amilith Tyrn on Aug 10, 2007 3:40:50 GMT -5
Amilith couldn't contain a big smile, he had been right. Of course he hadn't doubted that he was, but there were times when a vision didn't work out completely due to the thousands of events capable of changing almost any piece of the future far before it had occured, such as when a king was supposed to save the kingdom by sacrificing his daughter but instead lade waste upon it by not doing so, those were the biggest bothers of the seers and oracles. But Tristan had been the right choice, but it was far from over. Amilith watched how Tristan walked through a long corridor and ended up by a set of stairs, leading both upwards and downwards while the vampires kept great distance to him. __________________________________________________
This enemy was dangerous, the few younglings that had been standing elsewhere in case the enemy would try to escape were the only survivors. They had sent a runner to the mighty and the wise while they followed the enemy carefully, maintaining a distance so he wouldn't notice them. All of them were taken by a lust for his blood and for revenge, but they were at the same time to afraid to attack such a mighty foe by themselfes. __________________________________________________
The way Tristan had walked after slaying all the vampires was mainly lots of corridors with smaller rooms here and there, apparently something ment only for quick travels along the walls or similar, something to be used by servants or defenders. Along the alls there were occasionly a human corpse hanging, severly tortured and sometimes even alive. Every now and then a sound echoed through the corridor, mostly the moans of pain from the tortured but sometimes the scraping sound of claws against stone. After a few minutes of walking Tristan reached some stairs, leading both upwards and downwards, both were spiraled as it's typical for this kind of castle and both looked fairly secure, though both had good amounts of dried blood, bones and dust on them.
Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Aug 10, 2007 12:41:13 GMT -5
The hunter walked down the hall rather methodically once he saw the bodies. Every one alive got his head removed, and the entirety of Tristans wake consisted of intense flame. He kicked in or burned down each door and peered in, not seeing nor sensing anything special. Igneus followed behind his partner as they were now on a stone floor, and simply trudged on with his five ton self. Every groan and cry of pain was ended at the swift movement of titanium and diamond. Stabbing, slashing, hurling. Tristan ended the suffering of many humans thus far, as well as totally decimated the food sorce of the vampires.
Coming to a set of stairs at the end of the now incinterated/ing hall, Tristan thought for a moment. He honestly had no clue which way to go. If the vampires knew where the rune was...would they keep it in a high tower? Or in the dungeons where they might better protect it in the dark? Tristan weighed his options, and marked his course, remembering where he'd been and where he'd searched. Gently and quickly, he decended, Igneus transforming then following him. Every human body part along the hall was laid in seige of flame, making sure that the vampires barely had even the ability to lick the floors of food.
Once at the bottom, Tristan would look around. Semi-hoping to see a large glass container with a horses tooth on a pedistal with a phalynx of well armed vampires. He knew that wasn't going to be the case, but wishing never really hurt any one now did it?
Post by Amilith Tyrn on Aug 14, 2007 12:47:31 GMT -5
Amilith put the cup of tea back on its slate and sighed slightly. This was probably going to take a while, so he ordered the entire can together with some more cookies and prepared for staying for yet another while. As the waitress walked away he pondered for a moment, and then moved the crystal ball and placed another one there. He tapped it with a nail while he thought of what to look for and then the contents of it shifted for the rare mirrage of the surroundings and began to search for something. The hunter would most likely prove usefull again, once this was over. ___________________________________________________
The intruder destroyed them all! He destroyed the food and toys that they had saved and collected and cared for so long! Oh, they couldn't wait! They couldn't let the intruder destroy it all! Not all their work! He would pay! Those were the general thougths and feelings from the younglings that was following Tristan. And most of them couldn't contain themselves and wait for 'the mighty' and 'the wise' but charged in blind rage, ignoring that he had killed their brothers. ___________________________________________________
The stairs were long and spiral, barely one and a half meter wide and a height of about two meters. The only wall is to the left and from one side of the stairs to the other it's about four meters. They were as badly taken care of as the rest of the castle and a wrong step could send a person falling easily. Suddenly and out of nowhere a group of about a dozen vampires, even though it was hard to tell due to the spiral shape of the stairs, attacked from behind, screaming in blind rage and jumping straight on-either by running along the stairs or by jumping across them. The three or four that tried to jump across the stairs got as far as to reentering the stairs, leaving them was no problem but once they were to land on them they hit an invisible wall and fell into the darkness deep below.