The Vampiric North

[EnDSchultz]

Rather getting their little bout of playful poking at the Giant, the Predator chuckles. He starts to ease out of the sly personality he had been in before, and, slipping into a very jovial mood rarely associated with him, he responds,
"I concur! This is outrageous, Your Honor!" talking to the air, more than any one person.
"The accused is certainly guilty of assaulting an EC officer! Guilty, I say!"
He smacks the meat on the ground like a judges mallot.
"Now, what does the accused have to say in his defense?"

[Genericman]

"Haha, looks as though we have the judge, jury and exocutioner all here." Phen chuckled. "Ay, we are here to kill them, but leading such a big number of them, to these helpless peasents here is morally unjust. The knife? Well it may be to me, but a sword to you, and you know, vampires being able to morph into more than just a bat, a wolf for that matter, or we could even have a dog be vampiric. It's much to hard to tell from behind obviously. And look at my size, any dog to you is a pup to me. And now I don't see what you consider assult, if you mean a threat, and words, than you and your assosiation seem to have a bit of dificulty understaning 'assult.' That creature is what the defence says, with a rest." Phen said with just as big a smile as which he started with. He reached over Kat and pulled the caribu over to him. He tore the frozen beast's peices in half. He put the front half of this peice infront of the tent for the recipenets to have, as he took a bite out of his half.

[EnDSchultz]

"I object! The accused has no right to question my choice of words, Your Honor!" EnD says with a laugh.

"Yes, yes, Phen, I am well aware that I accidentally misused the word. And I'm sure you know we were just teasing, right?"

By this time, the Carribou leg has been picked completely clean, right down to the bone. The Predator lets out a hefty burp, and tosses the bone back into the pen from whence it came.
"...unless you'd prefer I vaporize it?"

[Wamphyri]

((Since no others have deemed it appropriate to act as either peasant nor knight, we shall act as a few of these weaklings in the interest of providing an interesting roleplay. Forgive usss if we get their actions and mannerisms wrong, for we are Wamphyri and not Vampire.))

A small group a short distance away suddenly change direction from where they were heading. All of them shabbily dressed, a party of eight, looking ragged and thin. Stubble and thinning hair adorn their faces, their breath bated and sharp. They still move with decisive action, not a motion spared for they require all the energy they have left.

Scenting the blood drifting on the evenings air like a beacon warding a ship from its shores, they hunt it out, hungry and ready to eat whatever they come across. They spy the tent with a giant, a creature with a strange spider for a face, several humans and plenty of living, fresh blood. They all move around carefully, using obstacles to cover them as best as they can. Being peasants, their powers are limited and weak, restricted to partially increased strength, speed and agility.

Four approach from the front, and four approach from behind. Those from behind attack first, using their pitiful blades to cut into the tent and attempt to grab any living being near them. Those from the front wield rusted swords, acting as a distraction rather than an outright attack. They stand there, fangs bared, staring aggressively.

~*~

If it were not for their somewhat more pleasant mood than usual, they may have found themselves punishing Azaria. However, they still delighted in the occasional torment whether it be accidental or incidental.

~The runts are creating a force again.~

~They heed no warnings and continue to defy their ancestors.~

~They will respect us as we take their lives.~

~Weaklingssss!!!!!~

~Prepare. We leave shortly. Be ready to fly or race.~

[EnDSchultz]

"Well, I guess I'll go and patrol ar-"
His speech is cut off as he takes in a whif of air, smelling the purtrid scent of the undead. His head swivels around for a second, hearing the movement of the approaching enemies. EnD reaches for his mask and slams it to his face, and it seals with a 'ffisss'.
He looks towards the back of the tent, sensing the enemies hidden behind it, and slips his Combistick silently from it's holster.
"They're here!"
As if he were a wound spring, he suddenly springs into action and leaps from his sitting positon into the air, extending both the wristblades and Combistick as he rockets skyward, soaring over the tent. Emitting a bellowing roar as he returns to earth, he takes a massive chop with the 6' polearm at the vampires entering the back of the shelter. Should they try to block, their rusted blades will have no chance of stopping the sheer weight of the Yaut'Ja, coupled with the virtual indestructability of his weapon, they will simply shatter. Their only chance is to dodge, if they're lucky.
It is just at this moment that the vampires at the front show themselves to the rest of the party.

[Kat_05]

Kat relaxes a bit, enjoying the banter -until there's a rip in the tent and some vapires reach in. As EnD attacks a vampire or two that have come in, Kat leaps up and closes her jaws around the arm of one of the vampires in front (the ones with the rusty swords across the tent from EnD's fight).

Meanwhile, Kat's tail swishes angrily. Normally, it would be drawn to the nearest creature and draw off the other creatures energy reserves (whether Kat wanted to or not), but her tail doesn't seem drawn to these opponents at all. Trying to make up for this weakness, Kat instead uses her tail to impale her prey. She aims for the heart, but a superhuman dodge means Kat misses her target.

[Genericman]

"Foul beasts, you shall not have these people!" As quickly as a being his size could Phen pulled himself up off the ground, and pulling out the sword of light, which was only a knife to him. Whith is massive stength he swiped at one of these pathetic little vampires. The light eminating off his blade would be enought to frighten them, and throw them off guard.

[Azaria Matthews]

~Alright, I will prepare~

Azaria gets up with a mournful sounding sigh, carefully packing away her instruments and the damaged chip.

She strides out of the room and begins preparing what they'd called a petrecee, with a little help from others. Skins, human and beast, went in as well as weapons and armour, should they find themselves in the doubtful position of needing them.

Az pauses, and walks back to where she'd been working. She carefully picks out several grenades. Solar and Napalm Grenades. The Silver ones would have to wait, as Zek and Shaithis had set her back from working on her neural chip.

She walks back and continues to help the packing, several warriors are also found to accompany them there.

~It is nearly ready~

[alakin1]

Alakin had stood back and watched EnD's over dramatic (in his opinion) 'court case'. As the vampires arrived he cried out in revulsion at their putrid scent and immediately reached for his spines, pulling a few off and feeling more re-grow. He launched the quills at a vampire, spread his wings and floated upwards, keeping a continous volley of spines flying towards the vampire,
"What's the quickest way to kill them!?" he shouted over to the giant, Phen.

[Swix]

A young girl stood atop a rise in the ground, watching the goings on. She giggled with glee as she saw a group of vampire peasants move towards the refugees, the giant and the new creatures.

The girl appeared to only be around six years old, with black hair that reached her shoulders. Her skin was very dark, and her eyes too were black. Well, her eyes were mostly black, as bright red flecks of colour dotted them.

She wore a red dress, which fluttered as the little girl jumped off the rise and landed on the ground. The height of the jump would have easily injured a normal child, yet this girl remained unharmed and continued to giggle.

[Genericman]

"Burn 'em, decapitate 'em, take out their heart, or stick a cross in them, it all works." Phen said, as the little vampires scampered away temporirly from his blade of light. He readied another swing as, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small girl jump an impossilbly long distance, and come out unscathed.

[Jent]

*High above the camp site, a long and deep howl is heard. If you could see this weird monstrosity up there, would be astonishing to some or frightening. Flapping two powerful scaly wings to hoist itself from the snowy ground. The entire body was covered from head to toe, excluding the tail and wings, scales with shadow black fur attached to them. Razor sharp teeth, the canine seem slightly longer than they should. The monster came down slowly.*



*The old man walks out of the snow fort. Early they went in to plan something, but all the three cloaked figures and the old man. Still he hasn't given his name, yet is is friendly. Spotting the monster in the sky he mumbled.*

"Why is he here? Oh, of course, their is a vampire lord here. The werepyre wants to kill that lord..."

*Sprinting to the tent, forgetting about the vampires. The man shouted.*

"The wereprye is here!"

[EnDSchultz]

((Wamphyri's got a tough time ahead, responding to all the attacks))

"The wereprye is here!"

"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing??"

[Jent]

"Bad, this is the dark lord. He has come to ki-" *He was halted by a cloaked stranger, grabbing his throat lifting off his feet.*

"Well Foresight, it seems you have lost. Betraying my master comes with a price... your life."

*Gradually, the monster came down to the ground softly. The monster's ragged clothes been in several battles. Shoving his hands in his pockets, the monster turns to face the captured old human. He began to talk, his voice was deep and dark.* "Foresight, Foresight, Foresight. Running to this Attic waste land won't help you. Even if you knew I was coming after you." *He chuckled slightly, he found that Foresight's stupidity amusing. Clearing his throat, the creature continued.* "My loyal pupil Venom Blade has spotted much faster than I, yet I will be killing you. Seeker of time!" *Pulling out one hand, now a silver gauntlet on it. Nails sprouted at the tips of the gauntlets fingers, ready to sink in Foresight.*

[Swix]

((Is now tempted to bring in her werewolf char :S))

The little girl picked her way towards the group. She either didn't notice or didn't care that this werepyre creature was here.

It soon turned out to be the latter however, as she turned big, red flecked eyes towards the creature and disappeared behind the refugees tent.