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Shadowheart · 01-09-2003, 04:57 PM

Meanwhile...

Laisrean came to a clearing a several miles through the forest. The air was dense and think, a heavy and unclean atmosphere surrounded it heavily, the moon overhead hung as an ill omen. Mangled tree branches hung down, twisted and wrapped around what seemed to be a... large wall, a very, large wall.

...Water? He walked down the wall of the castle a good seventy yards or so when he saw it. Lairean was standing by a castle, which oddly enough had no windows at all. The castle doors we're open, a large portcullis with jutted steel spikes hung overhead. It was rusted and old, though that made it no less dangerous. Laisrean slowly entered the castle, observing his surroundings.

Candles were lit and placed all across the far back of the room, and they were placed going up two flights of stairs on the left and right of the room. Large red draperies trimmed in gold lines the second story, covered in webs and worn of old age. The floor he stood on was made of black marble, which was scuffed and untreated for many obvious years. In it's time, Laisrean knew, it was a quite remarkable place of dwelling. Though beautiful, the aura and essence of it was that of horror and pain. It's looks were inviting, but its walls hid many secrets.

A deep, guttural groan cut through the silence. Silhouettes of three, maybe four creatures appeared in front of the candles, creeping towards him slowly, eagerly. They drug their legs under them, limping and staring blankly at Laisrean, who instinctively had his sword drawn. Ghouls were in this room, and he could feel that more were coming. He ran in, and with a crouching swipe robbed one of the ghouls of their legs. Unphased it kept its pursuit, dragging it's torso with its arms and staring at Laisrean's feet. He spat, and leaped to the banisters on the second story only to be confronted by more of the undead horde. He stood still, strangely, though after only seconds of concentration his moves were as liquid, though much faster obviously, and he struck without sound. The Assamite used his training in Quietus and Celerity to win the battle, at least, to disable them.

Eleven of the creatures lied on the ground, squirming and limbless they still tried to wiggle their way towards him. With a cold smirk he enterred a tall, thin door, engraved with ancient symbols across the border. He couldn't read them, but he felt that Skye was very close...

Inside the room was a stairway, leading upstairs, moonbeams shone through the room from the top of the stairs which obviously led outside. He walked upstairs... Skye was standing at the top, staring down at him...

Skye! He quickly ran up to her and smiled, which quickly faded when she looked back to him unphased, expressionless, almost hauntingly. He opened his mouth to say something, but it was caught in his throat. He approached her again, closer to her, he felt something dreadful, mysterious about her aura. Something obviously was not as it seemed. "Skye?... It's Laisrean!" He took a step down the stairs, confused.

Her eyes widened and quickly darted down the stairs, she could not feel Laisrean's presence, but felt another. Laisrean found himself flying through the air to the edge, though he rebounded himself on a spire. The Vampire was here, strong, and powerful.

Duo! I've found! again he was thrown aside. Come...quickly!

ooc: yep, that's telepathic communication alright [img]tongue.gif[/img]

EDIT: PMed you Skye

[ 01-09-2003, 06:57 PM: Message edited by: Shadowheart ]

01-09-2003, 04:57 PM	#116
Shadowheart Dungeon Master Join Date: November 9, 2002 Location: A path of frozen tears Age: 38 Posts: 75	Meanwhile... Laisrean came to a clearing a several miles through the forest. The air was dense and think, a heavy and unclean atmosphere surrounded it heavily, the moon overhead hung as an ill omen. Mangled tree branches hung down, twisted and wrapped around what seemed to be a... large wall, a very, large wall. ...Water? He walked down the wall of the castle a good seventy yards or so when he saw it. Lairean was standing by a castle, which oddly enough had no windows at all. The castle doors we're open, a large portcullis with jutted steel spikes hung overhead. It was rusted and old, though that made it no less dangerous. Laisrean slowly entered the castle, observing his surroundings. Candles were lit and placed all across the far back of the room, and they were placed going up two flights of stairs on the left and right of the room. Large red draperies trimmed in gold lines the second story, covered in webs and worn of old age. The floor he stood on was made of black marble, which was scuffed and untreated for many obvious years. In it's time, Laisrean knew, it was a quite remarkable place of dwelling. Though beautiful, the aura and essence of it was that of horror and pain. It's looks were inviting, but its walls hid many secrets. A deep, guttural groan cut through the silence. Silhouettes of three, maybe four creatures appeared in front of the candles, creeping towards him slowly, eagerly. They drug their legs under them, limping and staring blankly at Laisrean, who instinctively had his sword drawn. Ghouls were in this room, and he could feel that more were coming. He ran in, and with a crouching swipe robbed one of the ghouls of their legs. Unphased it kept its pursuit, dragging it's torso with its arms and staring at Laisrean's feet. He spat, and leaped to the banisters on the second story only to be confronted by more of the undead horde. He stood still, strangely, though after only seconds of concentration his moves were as liquid, though much faster obviously, and he struck without sound. The Assamite used his training in Quietus and Celerity to win the battle, at least, to disable them. Eleven of the creatures lied on the ground, squirming and limbless they still tried to wiggle their way towards him. With a cold smirk he enterred a tall, thin door, engraved with ancient symbols across the border. He couldn't read them, but he felt that Skye was very close... Inside the room was a stairway, leading upstairs, moonbeams shone through the room from the top of the stairs which obviously led outside. He walked upstairs... Skye was standing at the top, staring down at him... Skye! He quickly ran up to her and smiled, which quickly faded when she looked back to him unphased, expressionless, almost hauntingly. He opened his mouth to say something, but it was caught in his throat. He approached her again, closer to her, he felt something dreadful, mysterious about her aura. Something obviously was not as it seemed. "Skye?... It's Laisrean!" He took a step down the stairs, confused. Her eyes widened and quickly darted down the stairs, she could not feel Laisrean's presence, but felt another. Laisrean found himself flying through the air to the edge, though he rebounded himself on a spire. The Vampire was here, strong, and powerful. Duo! I've found! again he was thrown aside. Come...quickly! ooc: yep, that's telepathic communication alright [img]tongue.gif[/img] EDIT: PMed you Skye [ 01-09-2003, 06:57 PM: Message edited by: Shadowheart ]