AI Dev --- Orion's Deadly Encounter With A Vampire Trio

AI Dev --- Orion’s Deadly Encounter With The Vampire Trio

[02:07] Though he enjoyed the spar, he would be interrupted, just when Orion was enjoying himself, he would feel a strange tingle in his arm... He felt a need elsewhere, a distant call like gravity pulling from afar... The vine on his wrist emits a green glow, catching his eye.

From where he stood , he'd take his leave, "I'll see you all another time, I must get going."
(Orion Sinclair)


[02:10] She was surprised to receive an apology, sort of.

When he gets back up, she simply nods, then bows; it was always customary to do so after a spar.

"Right... maybe if ya keep practicin' you'll get better or somethin'." She looks over to the crowd, then back to her opponent. She decides to walk over to the fairy.
(Mei Xiang)


[02:10] Tiff says, "..."
[02:13] Malentine swoops in front of the traveler, icy walls erupting in his wake until he's made an entire circle around both Sinclair and the vampire's comrades. It forms a jagged arena in the middle of the pristine clearing, wretched, icy teeth reaching high towards the sun.

A pleasant smile rests upon the eldest Invidia's face and he places a hand upon the hilt of his cold, nyeshk cutlass.

"Well well well… what have we here? A mongrel out for a walk, Torham?"

He looks to the other obvious vampire garbed in red, offering for him to take the lead on this one.
(Malentine Invidia)


[02:17] "Delicious."

Torham replies. He doesn't say anymore, going to slowly drift across the land to encircle Orion. There's no magical energy in his presence. His two scarlet eyes glint with inhuman light, reflected from some distant point. The amethyst gem in his icy crown glints with the same unnatural glow.

The two Vampires and their Ghoul slowly take up positions around him. Torham's crimson scythe is slowly twirled in his hand as he levitates, not out of magic, but out of defiance of the mortal world's laws and restraints. He uses the massive weapon almost as if it were just a stick.

"Now, how difficult are you going to make this for us, mongrel?"
(Torham Draskovic)


[02:23] How thoughtful of Malentine to bring a little slice of home with him.

Donovan shivered.

Without a word the Sirenian shifted to take up position, her sage-green gaze shifting from one vampire, to the other, then the one they'd decided was their prey. Hadn't she seen him somewhere before? It was possible, though she didn't quite remember. Not that she cared at the moment.

Already the scent of ozone had filled her immediate vicinity, a light crackle to the air in her wake. The whites of her eyes went dark, and near-black green-tinted ichor oozed from the corners. Like tears, but far more slow. That very same substance started to pour from her gills, giving her the look of a wounded creature.

Despite that, she was still standing. Silent, waiting, patient for the moment they'd attack.
(Donovan)


[02:23] Though he flew through the air with the grace of time, young Orion would find himself in a deathly situation... Like the touch of death, an icy chill ran down his spine, stopping him mid-flight only to witness something he's never encountered a day in his life, only hearing stories of, always hearing the tale of how much they were feared...

A Never ending legend, this was his very first encounter with those who were deemed un-holy... Vampires, and it was not just one but three it seemed, all gathered before him, speaking so casually... Their features were what gave them off, he knew just what they were after... Mother Adsila told him that Vampires were friendly, but the people of the Huangzhou Settlement said otherwise, each of them having their own tale of fear...

But as for Orion Sinclair himself, he'd act solely upon his own volition, staring at the group of Vampires with a bead of sweat falling from his forehead. He couldn't detect any magic, nor could he feel for anything natural, this was indeed something cursed, lost knowledge hidden deep away within the Ocean of Time.

He paused in thought, finally speaking soon after...

"What is this... Damn you, you've timed this symphony perfectly didn't you?"
(Orion Sinclair)


[02:26] Malentine hangs back, sticking to one of the icy walls of the arena he's made. He doesn't draw his cutlass, but instead seemingly allows for Torham and Donovan to step forth and take their prize in Orion. The eldest Invidia was merely a guide in these parts, back up for the duo that allowed the Exarch to teach his ghoul.
(Malentine Invidia)


[02:29] "Now my little one, have you ever attacked a man in cold blood before?" Torham glances towards Donovan. the sadistic smile in his visage only growing wider.

He drifts forwards, twirling his scythe, beckoning for her to follow. "Follow the blood craving, my Ghoul. Let it guide your actions. Do not pause, be relentless."

And with that, Torham advances towards him. "It was not a matter of timing. The winds of fate delivered you to us. We need a sacrifice. You make a good one. The Prophet has been awfully kind to us as of late."
(Torham Draskovic)


[02:37] His ears twitched at the sound of that word, "Sacrifice? Just who do you think I am?" At that moment, Orion drew his blade, never having killed a man before, his body was shaking up, nervous... Was this the end? The thought ran through his head rapidly, so much so that it would become his fuel to carry on, and fight for his life if may be.

"Lady Fate... This battle for life, will be the line... Of the wretched world that I am apart of, so lead me down the Moonlight Passage! Alive damn you!"

He too was a believer of Fate but now, more than ever he would have to put such a faith to the test... He'd assume his Cetus stance, ready to take them on, "Come on! I'll show you the strength of humanity! Of the Glade!" He'd exclaim with an attempted aura of the After Image flaring around his body, though it might of been a false aura (Dev) he would try his best to display his wrath and wits against the Vampires...

The Runes upon his sword would glow, reading...

'Sail Upon The Ocean of Time'
(Orion Sinclair)


[02:38] Adsila Coaxoch whispers something.
[02:40] No, never. That craving- It wasn't for the immortals blood? Relentless, like the ocean's tide. Sure thing.

Several brief thoughts flickered through the ghoul's mind, responses to each question she did not bother to answer. As soon as he had mentioned it, though, she knew what it was. Already her heart was beating faster than normal, though it was slow for a living thing.

It was at that moment, Donovan knew for sure. She fucked up.

Don't do drugs, kids.

Without waiting for him to speak the Sirenian moved, waters forming far more rapidly here than they could on that damnable frozen mountain. They swirled about her form as she lunged forth, not even bothering to wait on the man to finish his speech.

Lets do this, bitch.
(Donovan)


[02:42] "... taglines?"

Torham pauses. His brow furrows slowly in confusion. "Why taglines? Why the mottos? Why the excessive verbosity? In battle that will get you killed." He doesn't even advance now. Instead he goes to slowly drift forwards.

He's seen the passing squads. No way. He's a Vampire, but there's far too many for him to deal with, even with his allies. Instead he pauses, going to slowly slip forwards, ignoring both blade and anger. Ignoring the smell of hate. It's something he's grown used to.

Torham leans forwards.

"Try your hand against my Ghoul first. Let's see how this goes."

And the Vampire drifts back in a cloud of gore, letting Donovan advance forwards to test her mettle. "Let's see how those taglines of yours hold up in battle, mhm?" His voice echoes from all around as a swirling crimson haze begins to envelop the two of them in a duel, blocking out the sun with his presence.

Yet even still in this twisted state, there's no hints of magic from the elder Vampire.
(Torham Draskovic)


[02:53] Though he dashed throughout the battlefield, he would have been cought at almost every corner, trying to escape the fury of this Siren by teleporting out of the danger but... His skills were matched, forcing him into the trees where his defeat would have been met by a deadly beam of water...

Orion fell to his knees, but was willing to fight once more... He pants heavily, his eyes focused on the ghoul, ready to go another round... He'd plea to the God's, "Damn, such strength... Why must I be so weak at a time like this? Ancestors of the Glade, why won't you lend me your strength?..." Orion spoke with a worried tone, gritting his teeth, holding up his sword, ready.

He maintained the after image aura though it was a false one, trying to gain the upper hand.
(Orion Sinclair)


[02:55] Heavy breaths. Sweat. Blood- Damn him and that blade, stung like hell. It was soothed away by cold water, the near-black blood which oozed so slowly from the cuts he gave her was cleaned away. Her injuries regenerated, both by her own healing process and the unnatural taint of immortal's blood in her veins.

It hurt like hell, still, to fight like this. This was real, no game- She couldn't lose on purpose here. Donovan grit those dagger-like teeth, staring down her opponent as he monologued.

How irritating.

The moment her injuries had repaired themselves to a reasonable point, now he had paused to speak, she offered only five words.

"Quit with the fucking monologue."

Then she started in again, gathering the stormwind to her aid. It was time to get things done. Time to finish this.
(Donovan)


[03:02] Orion soars through the plains, swinging his blade with the strength of ten men, utilizing the best of his abilities as he swoops down from time to time to deliver a heavy blow... He made sure that his opponent was within his reach but at times he would be caught off guard by the mist form and the sudden appearance of tornado's following him...

It became hard, maneuvering around the forest, times like this he had wished that his fellow Glade members were near... He thought about Alexandrea, his master, Myrrah and all others, he couldn't allow himself to meet such an ill fate so with the grace of father time and the ocean, he would push himself, yelling at the top of his lungs for dear life as he zips through the air...

Finally getting close enough to his target after a maze of storms came his way, young Orion delivered a powerful strike once after he managed to teleport behind the Siren/Ghoul... He was unsure of what this person was, but he knew that these Vampires were no joking matter.

"Have at you," said Orion, focused on the battle at hand.
(Orion Sinclair)


[03:05] Not so easy, when you're fighting for your life. Damn him.. Why wouldn't he just go down?

Donovan stumbled back and away after a particularly good strike, her form dispersing briefly before being brought back together out of his range. Mist, pure water, cleansing and healing the injuries he had dealt. A snarl formed upon her lips.

There was no backing down, here. She lifted a bloodied semi-translucent hand to her mouth, cleaning away the blood in a rather disgusting fashion. Self-cannibalism, of a sort. It was instinctual by now.

The taste of copper on her tongue.. She needed more.

She needed his.

Without a word she unhinged her jaw, the sickest sort of smile she could imagine- Bare dagger-like teeth, tinted black and green from her own blood. The moment he decided to speak was the moment she moved again, launching herself once more into the fray.

It all came down to this.
(Donovan)


[03:09] ** Orion Sinclair has inflicted an injury upon Donovan. ("Permanent Injury", "Permanent Injury", "Permanent", "Severity: MODERATE (-20 Vit)") **
[03:18] Orion soared through the air, his heart beating ever so quickly, it raced like a horse trying to jump over a large gap from a canyon... He was fighting for dear life, he knew that he would need a distraction and so he would soar off into the woods until it was time to attack, plotting this battle out until the very end despite the damage he has taken...

Once everything was all sorted out, that was when he would finally dive in, risking it all for the sake of victory, yelling at the top of his lungs, "I am Orion Sinclair damn you!" Desperate for dear life and on the verge of falling to his knees, Orion applies the Golden Ratio to the core of his body, channeling his mana like a rushing tsunami upon an ocean.

At that moment, he would have teleported behind his target through the use of his Cetus Blade style as well as his Faux After Image like ability... Although it was just a Hidden Skill in development, he used it with whatever fighting energy he had left...

Then and only then, would he dash towards his target, delivering a crippling blow to her left leg, impaling it with his large Glyph-Blade... At that moment, Orion wouldn't dare try to stick around to see what would happen next... He'd retract his sword and make his attempt to flee, letting the Vampires deal with their kin on their own, knowing they'd provide the medical assistance needed... He was not looking for a glorious death, no, he wanted to live, he'd not let Lady Fate put an end to his Moonlight Passage, he was not ready to be tossed into the abyss of time just yet....
(Orion Sinclair)


[03:26] Need.

His.

Blood.

Every move, swift. Each action put toward ending a life, each strike aimed to kill. Yet still the Sirenian- the Ghoul- was not a fighter at heart. Donovan had experience sparring, though often times she lost against people who should reasonably be weaker than herself. Often she would stumble, or fumble a spell, or outright miss entirely.

This wasn't a spar. It was too important to lose- Too. Damn. Important.

So of course she had to go and fuck it up.

One divines-be-damned misstep and it was over.

Donovan shrieked, an inhuman sound. Mostly because she wasn't actually human- She was Sirenian after all. There was a little more to it than that. Something unnatural, a faint undertone that rang a few moments after her voice had already gone silent.

He wrenched the blade free. She fell to her good knee, barely catching herself on the grassy field. As he ran her form shuddered, and beneath her that shadow she cast rippled as well. Out of sync. Different.

Failure.

How? She had tried so hard, she had hit him so many times and yet- This. Green-black blood oozed from the wound slowly, falling to the ground below. The siren reached out, as if somehow she could make the man fall with a thought. To no avail, of course. She had lost.
(Donovan)


[03:29] The ice walls of the arena shatter as the ghoul is defeated by Orion, and the vampire seems to have nothing left to say to either of them. The wintry structure that had torn across the plain was now left in pieces that shined and began to melt the midday sun. Malentine's soft smile is ever present as he waves Torham forward.

"Collect her. It's time we return to the north."

He says simply. While Orion escapes, the alchemist calls after him. "Do mention our names, will you? Malentine Invidia and Torham Draskovic! Lords of Baukdengrad! Don't forget!~"
(Malentine Invidia)



[03:35] Orion soared into the settlement of Deseti through the use of his After Image teleportation method, though it was a false and incomplete aura, he did so for dear life, nearly crashing into the ground with wounds delth by water and ice upon his back, the memory ringed within his head as he fled for dear life after just barely winning that battle..

The words of Malentine Invidia! It tormented his soul, making him shiver as if the reaper were watching him as he fell to his knees, finally safe but traumatized. <Do mention our names, will you? Malentine Invidia and Torham Draskovic! Lords of Baukdengrad! Don't forget!~>
(Orion Sinclair)