Raid to Baukdengrad

[18:53] {NARRATION} A discreet assault--a few dozen magi, swarming in from the east-side, taking a couple of caravans across the long journey to the northern mountains. And they atttack when vampires are typically asleep (during the morning) since the sunlight hurts their eyes...

But there's no better patrolman than a vampire's senses. Soon battle breaks out to the west of the settlement as the magi attempt to force their way into the prison cells, to rescue as many as possible. Capturing so many compliant thralls tended to work favors in that regard.

(will post matchups in a sec, feel free to RP)
[18:56] {Item} You picked up Shade. Dropped by Moriya Ukitake. .
[19:00] The Shogun lead the small force of magi through the icy wastes. The howling winds were fierce and the environment was treacherous in its own right, but they came for a purpose, their drive being a quest for righteousness. The woman was uncertain if their allies were even alive, but they would surely fight to save them if they were.

The small group eventually marches upon the settlement itself, in near the prisons; non-magi combatants are easily slain and fought back, but it's only when the vampires are alerted that the situation began to grow tense. The Shogun set a hand onto her blade and glanced to her allies, as well as the vampires who were inevitably going to fight them.

"Get ready, everyone; this fight will decide the fate of the soldiers they stole. I urge ya to fight with courage and all of your will, 'cause your life depends on it.

No matter what happens here today, just know that the Emperor is smiling down on us."
(Mei Xiang)
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[19:01] Suspending himself in the air, the justiciar was seemingly standing on nothing. He awaits the Huangzhou forces, and naturally they show. The lot of them are met with his piercing pink gaze.

"Finally." He states.

A hand goes out, passing over the many magi before him. His presence alone brings great pressure to those around him. The space around him warping, plant life in his presence ceased to live as he drained the lot of it through sheer corruption.

"There is no saving you, you all marched upon his lands and for that reason the only escape is death." Like the area, his words were cold. There was absolutely no mercy for Huangzhou's people just as there's no mercy for Baukdengrad.

"You take our ghouls, you took our Bauk, and now you run here? Foolish, really. You all better taste good, you all better get to know one another, hold hands, theses are your final moments." His eyes close, a brief pause as his handraises to grip the hilt of his Scythe.

His weapon drawn, his eyes open as a acidic liquid leaks from their sockets. A smile on his feature, the frenzy has begun.

"They're begging for it! Everyone, attack!"
(Neo Invidia)
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[19:04] She's so bored so bored so bored so bored so bored

But then there's a sensation crawling across her skin. Impatience and anxiety and excitement that is not her own. The soft, pillowy crunch of sand with the sound and patter of weight and number that she isn't currently aware of on outwards expedition, and the ssift in the wind that foretells something approaching.

Or maybe, Yadongic just has a lucky hunter's intuition. But she is one of the first and one of the few to swarm, spear dragged far behind and clinking off of rocks as she spirals through the frigid air with absolutely not a care in the world, and beholds before long a group of magi who had their goal in mind no doubt!

But today, wonderful today~! She was here to do something about it. Yadogic absolutely explodes into bountiful, deep and rolling chuckles, kicking her legs and spinning her spear with one hand whilst the other clutches at her stomach. She beams a grin that's far too kindly.

Something about

" Thank GOODNESS. I was so boooooooooored~! Dawn doesn't play anymore. Who looks like they can dance, dance and dance the day away... ? Uhuhuhuuhu… I'd say I don't bite. But. I mean. I'm a lot of things, but not a liar. "

She flashes those fangs and impatiently bounds in the air, her spear bending as both hands clasp around it and exert a barely restrained, no doubt potent force upon it's fine making.
(Yadongic Voss)
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[19:05] With the news of magi captured, of course Huangzhou weren't going to take that sitting, no-- the strong of heart stood up and charged forward in a small group, marching towards the land of the vampires with one goal; rescuing their allies.

It was almost certain that each would engage in battle, this was no subtle matter of course...it was a prison break and just like the bats they were, it seemed that they caught wind of Huangzhou's arrival as many vampires stood to intercept those who had arrived.

It was the first time the Commander would face such an enemy in a one on one setting and truthfully, there was a small bit of doubt within his heart, however courageous would out do such negativities.

"I need not say much, we have all come here to retrieve our citizens, out comrades, our friends! Everyone, stow your fear-- now is the time for action. On this day, at this very hour we fight not only for the captives, but also to rid Agartha of this plague!"
(Hayashi Guren)
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[19:07] The air is thick and rancid with the stench of undeath.

Torham Draskovic flies out alongside the patrols of Baukdengrad the moment the alarm is raised. He soars down the cliffs, his feet never quite touching the stone as he bends further and further downwards, picking up incredible speed. The moment he's about to hit the ground he turns and twists himself horizontally in one quick arc.

He blazes across the snow, kicking up wakes of ice and frost in his wake. In one brutal movement he unslings his blade, letting it trail along with him.

"The thieves at last come to try and take more from us. It's time we make them pay their dues." The Elder Vampire cackles. "A death for a death! Blood calls to blood, people of Apropriya! It is time to take from them all that we can!"

His hands are still bloody from killing Misaan less than an hour ago. He intended to add more bloodstains to his clothes before the end of today. He reaches down to his side, and he pulls free a scrap of Misaan's cloak, throwing it into the field of battle. "Look upon the fate that awaits you, people of Huangzhou."

His lukewarm breath carries with it the sickly sweet aroma of rotting meat. Its stench can be sensed even from across the battlefield.

"For those who have fallen, for Baukdengrad, for Apropriya!"
(Torham Draskovic)
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[19:07] Into the Frozen North.

The last words given to him by their Shogun before they set out. He hated the temperature, but there was something he hated more waiting for them there. The prisoners certainly needed to be freed, but.. one of the various ice statues that was apparently sitting atop the castle in the heart of the Vampire's domain had something that needed to be shattered.

The ice sculpture of Jin Wvelven with his throat slit from ear to ear.

It was the last loose end that he needed to tie up with Dan Karadin long gone. And regardless of the number of ghouls and thralls in his way, he would see its destruction. The youth brushes a thumb across his upperlip as they arrive, moving into the frontlines with the Shogun and Commander.

"Yeah-yeah. Now's the time to give it everything we've got, huh? Alright then." A thin layer of metal starts at his fingertips and spread across his entire body like wildfire over the span of a few moments. The Full Metal Samurai was ready to leave it all on the line.
(Taro Wvelven)
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[19:08] Yadongic Voss whispers something.
[19:08] Lucien Voss whispers something.
[19:08] Yadongic Voss whispers something.
[19:08] Yadongic slips on her helmet, too. It looks pretty cool, she hopes.
(Yadongic Voss)
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[19:08] Lucien arrives like a ghost, sword held aloft in one hand, silent and without presence aside from the sanguine light and uneasy, horrific presence about him. Everything about the man screams predator, warns that he may as well be the embodiment of death. The erupting bloody flames about him threaten to engulf his very presence, and yet he only stares ahead.

And smile.

"Fantastic. That's three executions, plus whoever more falls to us in combat. I suggest you all pick one of your make-believe God, the ones who aren't listening.

And I suggest you all start praying."

Murder in his eyes, teeth stained red, the flames of an Ascended vampire surrounding him- He's quite a target, and he aims to bring down as many as he can.
(Lucien Voss)
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[19:08] With his fingers wrapped tightly around the smooth blakcened countours ofhis Arcanium staff, Telaman, Moriya headed deep into enemy territory with his comrades. He took in the charging, crimson-eyed band of vampires with a readiness in his stare.

He had been here before, by Satsuki's side. They climbed this mountain together, fought off Malentine and Torham...

Now he was back.

And the dawn looked just as wonderful.
(Moriya Ukitake)
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[19:09] The magi, from a form of mist, materialized, casting eyes of azure upon the vampires.

"Let the song of chaos hum and echo as I feed on your blood," he asserted, allowing his pupils to burn so bright like the morning sign; Visionary Casting. A water dragon soon spun and coalesced around his form, as if an ethereal spirit that would crush any that would dare go near him.

"Your ghouls. Your Bauk. Your hunting ground, I care not. I will smite you down, and paint these snows with your blood. Your skull will be mine, and as my cup, I will drink from it and smile on your demise."
(Salthiel)
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[19:11] "Look at all of you. PATHETIC, -sick- , heathens. Your plagued hands grasping to the disease you call Mortality in a frantic crazy. Pitiful!" The Fanatic would speak, a miasma of a sickly green and lilac toxin seeping out from the corners of his lips as he spoke.

Keening Edge would be unsheathed in his right hand, the center gem seeming to flicker with an occult energy stored deep within. The smell of corrupted sea-water would be heavy around the blade, a permanent reminder from where Ceridor once came from.

Though the blade would now be dripping in the crimson lifeblood of many non-magi. Yet, it also dripped a thick lilac and green ichor that held a heavily acrid scent. A fanatical fire burned in his scarlet gaze as he aimed the disgraced blade forth.

"You say your cause is righteous, but you do not understand the meaning of RIGHTEOUS. You follow the lies that the Traitor-Gods have sown across this decrepit land!"

The Vampire then released a shuddering cackle, the smell of death and blood causing a sick smile to form about his lips.

"The Prophet's dream shall be realized and your blood shall be comsumed. We shall -rip- you apart, with tooth, claw, and blade."

Then his final statement would be in the Old Apropriyan tongue as he looked to his Kin.

"The Lord of the Night smiles upon us, my fellow Chosen. He has sent us a full course meal. Come, let us celebrate like the Balarens back in the Fatherland!"
(Ceridor Draskovic)
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[19:11] {NARRATION} Moriya vs Lucien
Mei vs Torham
Hayashi vs Neo
Taro vs Yado
Salthiel vs Ceridor

Any cap roll is fine. If you disagree, just go with 1. Dangerous. A-Help results.
[19:18] ** Ceridor Draskovic has inflicted an injury upon Salthiel. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[19:29] The fight would be chaotic with the amount of dangerous obstacles he had to deal with. He had to constantly be on the move. .but that wouldn't be a problem for the Fanatic.

He charged forth, his deadly miasma swirling around his body like a maelstrom- his toxic blade slashing forth at whatever chance he could- to allow his numbing venom to seep into Salthiel's bloodstream.

But Ceridor would feel his form be overtaken by frost, allowing his own body to take grievous injuries. Well, grievous for a non-magi. A devilish grin would from on Ceridor's face as he spread his arms out- revealing to Salthiel how swiftly his body was healing..

"Look upon -perfection- , Mortal. My kind have been Chosen by the Prophet Cain himself, behold the power he holds! Tremble, as your ilk meet a similar fate, Heathen!"

His body seemed to fade as his movements became a blur. His sword swung harsher than before, his eyes holding a hungering and dangerous flare to them. With a mighty blow, he'd slash Salthiel's weapon from their hands, moving to grasp their neck with his powerful grip.

With a sinister grin and a faint lick to his lips, Ceridor would speak. "Your Taitor-Gods shall not help you here. You only came here as -dinner-." And then his fangs would harshly tear into the right side of Saltheil's neck. His sickly toxin would seem into the wound as the Vampire drank their blood.

Though soon enough, he'd toss Salthiel away, spitting to the side..

". .even your blood holds a pitiful taste.."
(Ceridor Draskovic)
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[19:42] Spears of ice were summoned about the field, rising as they towered over the trees. Yet even the adept control over his magic, the youth found himself devastated and at a loss.

No matter how hard he hit, and when he thought he dealt damage, the Draskovic revealed his body healing from it. Perfection, it spat on the young magi's face.

He felt his body drained of energy as Ceridor grasped his neck.

"...Gods shall not help you here..." said the vampire as he bit his neck. Though Ceridor slashed his weapon away, he kept a firm grip upon it. Aiming so he could potentially still attack the vampire. However, it was for naught as he was tossed away. A total defeat. A total annihilation. For the first time, he felt loss and dread.

In agony, he screamed in both pain and rage, though he did not care if it reached beyond the mountain or the seas. The anger it contained would shook the lowest of the low, akin to a howling wolf that fell from a cliff.

Seething with wrath, his fear for the vampire was overcome, he tried to stand up as he forced his mana to circulate within his body.

"You... Your kin will know my name! Everyone of you will burn in flames, and at my sight you will run for Helheim! I will destroy you now and the-"

However, his speech was halted, his ego and pride once more crushed as he held his neck as if to mend the wound. But he could not. He fell on his knees once more, eyes bleeding with blood as he felt his vision blacking away.

He was far too prideful. Yet, still weak. Unable to overcome anything yet. Truly, he was shown the power of the vampires. And to stay would be foolish, as to remain is to die.

And with that, a wall of ice protruded from the ground, blocking the vampire's sight. And if the Draskovic would choose to destroy it, he'd see the youth no more; for he vanished in the form of a tiny mist.
(Salthiel)