3/30 False Hope

Artaghh says, "Oooh, a slime."
 Artaghh says, "Neat."
Eztli squints at Artaghh.
(Eztli)
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 Artaghh whispers: So shoul' I precede this wit' a hug, or wai' til after?
 The Drakan comes into the seat beside Artaghh. One of her normally blue, scaly arms is absolutely covered in a thin wrapping of black gunk. Gunk that also has yellow eyes swimming about somewhere in it.

"Is there a reason to hug?"
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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 Ser Artaghh would smile warmly to the Drakan as he placed one arm behind his head and shut his remaining eye, barking out in laughter as he puffed away lightly on his corn cob pipe. "I'll le' ye' be the judge of tha'. Got'a whisper a couple things to ye'."
(Artaghh)
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 Alvi Slade says, "Good news from Dawn, I hear."
Alvi Slade says, "If it is what I hope it is..."
 Ohtli Tezcacoatl asks, "You're certainly...what do the kids call it?"
 Eztli SQUINTS at Artaghh.
(Eztli)
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 Ohtli Tezcacoatl asks, "'Hyping' this up?"
 Artaghh says, "Hype is my game."
 Clinging to the woman's appendage, subtle spikes in motion occurred as the cities crowd increased. Deflating the once bright orbs to small embers, roaming the tar like surface.

Wielding a firm hold now, much unlike it's grasp prior in the caves. The sudden sensations of more unfamiliar energies seemed like more than enough to intimidate the living glob.
(Blank)
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 Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Well? I'm waiting."
 Roh Stanirsk says, "I too, am waiting."
Artaghh whispers: I plead'ta case, we had'a war council. Alastor saw sense. We ain' marchin' wit' Gehenna. 'Fore long, he plans'ta march wit' ye' agains' the vampires. An' wit'ou our armies......they can' march on Gehenna.
Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "..."
 Roh Stanirsk whispers something.
 Artaghh asks, "So, hug?"
 Eztli says, ". . ."
 Roh Stanirsk says, "Called it."
 The Drakan musters up an impeccable pokerface. She turns to Artaghh.

"...You are not joking," she says. A statement. Not a question.
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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 Eztli exclaims, "WUH?! SERIOUSLY?!"
Ser Artaghh would make a dramatic, serious face as he crossed his arm across his chest, bowing his head respectfully to Ohtli. "For once, Ohtli. No, no I am not."
(Artaghh)
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 Artaghh says, "Eztli..."
 Artaghh says, "Forge' wha' ye' heard, or ye' lose yer tongue."
 Eztli says, "-"
 Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "You're not...You're-"
 Wasn't privy to whatever Artaggh and Ohtli whispered, but from the nearby reactions around them it was most likely a good one, and one they knew about.

The faint ghost of a smile creeps up upon Alvi's face.
(Alvi Slade)
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 Roh Stanirsk says, "..."
 Roh Stanirsk says, "Does it have to do something with-"
 Artaghh says, "I'll tell ye' later Roh."
 Roh Stanirsk says, "It is later."
 Artaghh exclaims, "Now shush!"
 Roh Stanirsk says, "You said in a second."
 Roh Stanirsk says, "Then a minute."
 Roh Stanirsk says, "Then later."
 Roh Stanirsk says, "Stop making me have to hop up and down like a kid waitin' to take a poop and TELL ME."
 Eztli exclaims, "Gah. GAH! Yuh! Fine! Notta word!"
 Eztli exclaims, "GAH!"
 Eztli exclaims, "Wh-?! Are you the Same Giant Monkey? Or a new one?!"
 Monkong exclaims, "Tis I!"
 Eztli says, "GAH."
 Eztli asks, "WHY ARE YOU ANOTHER COLOR AGAIN?"
Eztli exclaims, "S'NOT GOLD!"
 Monkong says, "...."
 Monkong exclaims, "Don't judge me!"
 Eztli says, "I jus' wanted t'see a Gold Monkey."
 Artaghh says, "Oh, also, don' tell anybody ye' Ohtli. Still secrety."
  Ohtli's face of stone cracks immediately, spreading into a wide, too-toothy grin. Right on its heels is a sharp howl of laughter as her head tilts back. She nearly cackles, unable to help herself. In that moment she almost looks a decade younger.

That alone isn't enough for celebration. She rises from her chair and uses her non-goo covered arm to try and sweep up Artaghh up off his feet and into a hug worthy of a grizzly bear. She might be small, she might be old, but there's still a tremendous strength in those old bones.

Either she's gotten tremendous news, she's offer her rocker, or...both.

Probably both. That's a good guess.
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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 Roh Stanirsk says, "It's been later, Artaghh, since you said you would tell me. You don't want to make me angry."
 Eztli exclaims, "ROH! BE QUIET OR ELSE I'M GONNA PUNCH YA IN TH'RIBS! HE SAID IT'S SECRETY!"
 Roh Stanirsk says, "Alright."
 Roh Stanirsk says, "Punching him in the ribs."
 Monkong would look down at his stone like hands. How did he come to be this! He wished to be gold as the man in front of him said. But a las his evolution had failed him!

" I will be gold some day! Do not fret!"
(Monkong)
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 Roh does little jabs in the boys backside. TEPEKKU STRIKE.
(Roh Stanirsk)
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Ser Artaghh was bear hugged like a small child by the sheer mirth of the elder Drakan, lifted off the ground in surprise by the impressive might of Ohtli in spite of her age. Oxygen pushed out of his lungs and mithril plating clanking together in a light crunch and squish of his internal organs, the burnt swordsman would wheeze lightly with a strained smile while returning the embrace despite being suspended off the ground.

"So....good moment fer' a hug then? Jus' checkin', is all."
(Artaghh)
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 Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Yes, yes...That's...Oh, sweet Serpent. That's some of the best news I've gotten today."

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 Artaghh says, "I told ya' Ohtli. Ye' coul' only make me feel so bad. Had'ta do somethin'."
 Artaghh says, "Though Alastor's go' a part in it too."

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Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "I'll...I'll have to talk to him. I'll have to actually that arrogant boy."

 Artaghh says, "I'm jus'.....happy yer safe."
 Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "I'm...I'm happy too. Happier than I have been in a while."
 Eztli was SUDDENLY AND RUTHLESSLY ASSAULTED! In the MIDDLE OF CRAFTHOLD NO LESS! "Gehk?!"

He flipped 'round to see WHO DARES. He was in TOO GOOD OF SPIRITS to have THINGS LIKE THIS HAPPEN. And thus reeled back to deliver a mean ENERGY LACED HEADBUTT TO ROHS CHEST. Mostly to shove the guy back.

"... Gah! Cut that out, idiot! No fighting in Crafthold!"
...
"Gah! OHTLI! DO WE GOTTA GO HOME NOW?!" With that out of the way he jumped over Rohs head, blue aura dissipating as he hit the grass.
(Eztli)
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 Artaghh whispers: I'm happy ye' are happy.
 Artaghh says, "I did'nae like seein' ye' look defeated."
 Artaghh says, "Hey Shizuko."
 Ohtli Tezcacoatl whispers: Thank you. Thank you, Artaghh, sweet Spirits...
 Shizuko Megumi says, "Hello Artaghh, I want to offer this food to our friend here."
 Artaghh says, "Good choice, sandwiches are good eatin'."
 Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "It might be good we did at least tell Tototl. But...Ah."
 Artaghh whispers: Ne'er would'a been possible wit'ou' ye' Ohtli. I jus' helped.
 Shizuko Megumi says, "Oh, sorry, i'll back up."
 Ohtli Tezcacoatl whispers: It takes many hands to do what's been done. You had work in it too. Don't sell yourself short.
 Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Ah. It's fine, Shizuko."
 Artaghh says, "No worries Shizuko, yer good people."
 Artaghh whispers: Only wish I could'a done more.

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 Ohtli Tezcacoatl whispers: You've done a lot already.
 Artaghh whispers: Hope to do a lot more. Still young, still alive.

-Later that evening
 Artaghh asks, "Oh am I missin' a party?"
 Ramsey says, "Somethin' like that."
 Artaghh says, "..."
 Artaghh says, "<Why the fuck is Priscilla so big.>"
 Renegin Billard says, "Fireworks might go off here soon..."
 Threats. "THREATS! Inside MY OWN FORTRESS." He yells at the second part of what Priscilla spoke- What Ipos spoke might have added to it, but he waited patiently. Sometimes, patience was a virtue. He didn't want to unjustly attack them.

He wanted to do so with a fair cause. To have protected Dawn more than him, to have it crushed; His Rieka expands outwards, perhaps intercepted by Astaria's very aura. Energy seeps directly from his circuitry, threatening to range to the nearby region.

It was consuming, and it was overpowering. Staying near the toxic Rieka from the Oscuri was something that was at all times terrible, but even more so when his aggressiveness was directed towards someone. Obviously, it wasn't a good thing to do it.

If Astaria wanted a fight, Alastor wanted double. The arcanium blade was pulled in a single instant. He was too angry, too maddened to say anything about this- He wasn't going to accept being stopped now. "NINETY THOUSAND FOR THE ONE WHO GETS THE HEAD OF THE INVIDIAS." He proclaimed briefly, before moving in to attack, blade shining in notorious green.
(Alastor G. Vishkar)
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[23:03] Artaghh says, "Okay so before we ge'ta business."

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[23:03] Artaghh asks, "Priscilla, did ye' gain weight?"

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 Ser Artaghh would pace swiftly in place, not moving a muscle.
(Artaghh)
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 Renegin breaths in deeply, letting out a sigh. Of course it would come to this. He remembered the day he came in here and Alastor had just killed Sectim. He almost wanted to help the vampires....but that was his past self. Now he was loyal to Astaria and so he would remain and fight beside her if need be.
(Renegin Billard)
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"And...That's fucked it." Oh boy, she was so glad Vedran had left, or else this would have ended terribly for the both of them. The woman pinches the bridge of her nose as the screams of charging magi and guards filled the halls.

She prepared the medkit, just in case. No doubt it was going to be needed.
(Jennifer Ivanovich)
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 Potions were drank, and the Vampire turned into a murky red mist aiming to leave. He was able to out run everyone in the room however the guards were proving to be a difficult fight. So he may have to fight one.
(Neo Invidia)
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 Terrible miasma released from every pore within the vampire's body, quickly filling the room with poisonous gas that would surely delay anyone's breaths or actions. While it was an offensive tactic, it was meant to allow an escape. She was not stupid, and she understood that if she was caught, it would definitely mean second death.

"Ahahahah..."

It stroked the woman's ego, her pride to have such a cost on her head. Neo shared it most likely, seeing as Alastor said a plural. But her only option was to flee. Nobody in their right mind would stay and fight. At least not willingly. She'd cherish the cost.

"Any who harm me will be marked for death."

She'd allow the poisonous fog to spread, blocking view and hopefully assisting the Invidia in her escape. Combined with the fog was an activation of her depraved aura and its influence seeping into the world around it. Her swift body moved, reaching to break out of the small room.

To go straight through the walls.
(Priscilla Invidia)
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 Priscilla did not answer Artaghh! How horrid. She did technically gain weight.
(Priscilla Invidia)
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 Astaria released a sudden wave of purging mana siphoning in the direction of Priscilla as she realized that the vampire was about to escape, as an attempt, perhaps, to immobilize the vampire as she dashed after her- though the noxious smoke was completely ignored. The undead neries didn't, after all, need to breathe.
(Astaria Rosenkreuz)
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 Franziska tries tocatch up but fails. Perhaps makes it in time to see her husband and Neo fight??
(Franziska Vishkar)
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 Leoda gave chase after the vampires, their dead legs were damn fast compared to her, she always blamed her short stature on that though.

"You got this Alastor!" she shouted as she approached the fight scene.
(Leoda)
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 The man would look to Rai and run as he saw the Archon flying out.

"Fuck!"

Grabbing his staff and seeking to pursue to what was going on.
(Shuz-tah)
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Rai Ann whispers something.
 A vile, malicious energy was permeating the undead neries once she circled around to reach Priscilla Invidia. Magical corruption was spreading further wider from her figure, with the stench of rotten flesh despite her remarkable lack of phyical rotting- gripping the arcanium staff tightly, the woman took a few steps towards the vampire, with her eyes burning brightly in a blue light, like two cold stars etched onto her apathetic face, as she evoked the eldritch magic.

She had no words for the vampire, however. As far as she was concerned, this was still the very same war she had fought when she was a young neries, against Baukdengrad; the way she acted, walking towards Priscilla without displaying much emotion in the slightest, showed that she felt like this was expected- like she saw it all coming a mile away.

Perhaps she was just reliving her own memories.

A dark energy permeated the arcanium of her staff, running through the metal tothe knots at its top; gleaming like the stars, the cosmic energy granted by the Dreamer was overfocused, seemingly threatening to explode at the slightest movement of the staff. It seemed most fitting for close-ranged fighting, like a close quarter mage, rather than from afar.

She didn't blink nor did she breathe. Actions that were done merely to appease those around her didn't feel needed at the moment; the cosmic energy around her exploded with a burst of sound as the undead launched herself towards Priscilla.

Silent. What's the point of talking at this point?

Thirty years.
(Astaria Rosenkreuz)
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Alex Monolyn whispers: So the peace is broken, huh?

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 The swift movements she had made allowed her to escape freely from most people which had pursued. There was one which had caught her. Astaria.

To think that most of the people around fought with her were now fighting against her was amusing. There was no other way out than battle it seemed, and that was something which Priscilla reveled in. The taste of victory strung her on, and the nature of blood made her thirsty for war. Priscilla was being drained of her power by the Rosenkreuz, and that alarmed the woman. Having the power that was worked for taken away from you just like that was not a pleasing sensation.

A screeching burst launched itself at Priscilla.

Every action was met with an equal reaction, with Priscilla rocketing into the air, toxic mist allowing her to travel between it, causing ripples to form and sound to explode out. A titan was an easy target to hit, but also a powerful one. Perhaps that was the vampire's bane.

Perhaps Astaria could hit the vampire many, many times.

Perhaps Priscilla would die.

There was only one way to find out now, was there?

"Nothing is easy."

(Priscilla Invidia)
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 "You're a fool." He murmured.

The leader of Dawn had managed to catch up, only to meet his end. Neo would allow the man to get the first hit, his blade would pierce the Vampire's chest only for a bloody mist to fill the air. Soon Neo disappeared, and suddenly he was behind the male.

The hilt of his sword was then jabbed into his back, as Neo wasted no time beating down the man. Occult, along with very powerful Chaotic energies hummed from his blade as he lashed out on the Oscuri.

The Vishkar made a decent attempt at fighting back, managing to get a few good cuts off on the Cain blessed. However no damage would stay as Neo's wounds would heal right before Alastor's eyes. "I am the most powerful Vampire on Agartha, you dare strike me? There's a reason Ipos looks to me as a father, there's a reason my word carries so much weight-" He could still fight, and so would Neo.

Alastor was growing weaker, more tired, as Neo was merely warming up. A kick sent the Adjudicator flying. With the distance now set Neo's blade would glow matching his vampiric blessing. A simple swipe, and a wave of corruption would be let loose upon the Vishkar doing more than just damaging him.

He was downed, and within seconds Neo was standing over him. His boot raised. "You like to call children retarded?" STOMP! "You call us the problem?" STOMP! "You call us TOYS?!? ALASTOR!?! ALASTOR!!! I THINK YOU JUST CAUGHT A SEVERE CASE OF RETARD!!!? ALASTOR!"

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Neo wouldn't stop, his boot violently slamming against Alastor's chest. He took notice to the others rushing to his aid. He couldn't stay for long. Neo would make his escape before it was too late.
(Neo Invidia)
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