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| [Introduction]
Shadow Lore home to many inhabitants of mage and humans. The outer skirts of the vast land hold many of nights creatures. Lately darkness seems to be comsuming the land and creatures are starting to roam within Shadow Lore. Grab your weapon and beware...will you help save Shadow Lore? |
| Name: Ariona Sadriown age:21 race: 1/2 human 1/2 -------- description:long curly dark brown hair pulled back into a simple pony tail, jade green eyes, tan skin. wearing: a long flowing blue dress, a black cape, necklace with a cresent moon on it, dress shoes. carries: woodsknife, simple sword in hilt on her back, healing herbs. abilities: she does not know of them yet pets: Cinder a small red fire dragon Ariona looks around the vast forest surrounding Shadow Lore. "Well, Cinder lets get moving we need to find a resting spot." She used her thoughts to talk to the creature. The dragon nodded it's head and took the lead before her sniffing the air to make sure no night creatures were lerking about. "Stop here." Cinder commanded. "What is it?" Ariona whispered begining to reach for her sword. "The smell of death plagues this place. It isn't helping my hunger." Cinder snoted back. Ariona shot him a glance shaking her head as she let her hand drop back down. "Mmm. The smell is getting stronger." Cinder smiled bearing his teeth. "If your so hungry go I will rest here." Ariona sighed leaning back againest a tree. "Be careful." Cinder huffed as he spread his wings and disappeared into the night sky. Ariona watched the woods awaiting her traveling companion to return. "Gods, Cinder wasn't joking." She covered her nose the smell had grown worse. Her head jerked up at the sound of a twig breaking. "Cinder is that you?" She whispered taking a step away from the tree. At no answer she began to grab for her sword again. "Cinder?" Ariona's eyes struggled trying to see through the dark woods. "No, my dear." A mans voice replied from behind her. Ariona slowly turned stopping has she felt a sharp bite that pierced her skin as she screamed out in pain. She tried to shove what ever the creature was away as he drank the blood that was flowing from her neck. "Cinder!" She tried again to scream for help from her pet. Her voice quieted has she began to get dizzy. Ariona tried to focus on her attackers face, but her eye sight had grown dim fom lack of blood. _ -- - - - - -- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - Cinder approached the spot he had left Ariona something wasn't right. His dragon senses were going out of control. "Ariona?" He called to her to recieve no answer. His eyes searched for her and rested next to the tree there on the ground laid his owner. He brought his face over to her and nudged her cheek. Her body was cold to the touch Cinder snorted causing a small flame to start a near by pile of sticks to burn. He could smell the blood apon her body. "Cold." He thought he heard her faintly whisper to him. He laid next to her trying to keep her warm. |
Name: Vaiha Snow Age: 17 Race: Half mage, half werewolf Description: Long, pure white hair, bright purple eyes, and extremely pale skin. Wearing: Long-sleeved, dark green dress that ends just above her knees; loose, dark green pants; high, black boots. Carrying: Bow and arrow, a bag containing different potions, and a mage's staff. Pets: Bella, an orange cat. Vaiha’s face seemed to be set in a permanent frown as she walked away from the village she had known as home. She had been thrown out by her stepmother as soon as her father had died, not even letting her grab any of her things. She was lucky she had already had her bow and arrow, potions, and staff with her. She did wish she had been able to find her cat, though. As if on cue, a meow sounded behind her. Vaiha stopped and turned to see Bella, her orange cat, approaching. “Oh, you’ve decided not to abandon me too, have you?” Vaiha said. The cat seemed to look at her reproachfully for her tone. Vaiha turned back around and resumed walking, rolling her eyes. The cat trotted along next to her. “Well, Bella, this forest seems nice and inviting,” she said sarcastically. “Aren’t you looking forward to sleeping in it tonight? I sure am. Remind me to thank my stepmother for this wonderful opportunity when I see her next. Remind me quick, mind, before I kill her.” Bella brushed against Vaiha’s legs. Smiling down at the cat, Vaiha said, “I’m sorry to drag you away, though, Bella. You won’t find the comforts of home out here.” Bella mewed reassuringly and the two walked on in silence. As it grew darker, Vaiha became more worried. “I really don’t fancy staying out here in the dark, Bella, but I’m not sure we have much choice in the matter. I don’t know if there are any villages around.” Bella gave a strange mewing sound. “What’s wrong?” Vaiha asked as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Then she heard it too. There was someone or something out there. Vaiha struggled to keep her human form, unwilling to change into the wolf inside her. She had almost no control in that form. She had to concentrate on protecting herself using the magic her father had taught her. The person was coming closer. Using her heightened sense of smell that came with being half werewolf, Vaiha could tell that it was indeed a man. She could also smell a great deal of blood. It was a vampire. “Bella, stay back,” Vaiha warned her. “Let me handle this.” Bella obeyed readily, cowering behind a nearby tree. The vampire stepped out of the shadows. “Hello, werewolf.” He spotted the staff in Vaiha’s hands and his lips curled into a smile. “A werewolf mage - interesting.” Vaiha glared. “Leave, vampire. I can smell the blood on you; you have already fed, and have no need for me. Leave now and I won’t hurt you.” The vampire laughed. “Yes, I have no doubt you could hurt me - if you could catch me. But as I rather think you couldn’t, I wouldn’t mind staying to chat a bit. It’s rather lonely being a vampire; nobody seems to want to talk to you.” “I wonder why not,” Vaiha said, gritting her teeth so the words came out in a growl. The vampire laughed again. “I have left the girl I fed from alive, although barely. She’s yours if you wish it, wolf. Just past that clearing.” “I do not eat humans,” Vaiha growled. “I am not a monster.” “And I am?” the vampire said, smiling. “I suppose you could look at it like that.” He paused. “Well, you seem to be not inclined for talking, so I shall leave you. Perhaps we shall meet again another day?” And the vampire was gone, too fast for Vaiha to see in what direction. Bella crept from behind the tree to stand once more near Vaiha. “I suppose we have to help that girl, then,” Vaiha said with a sigh. “I am trying to prove I’m not a monster, aren’t I?” The two walked forward. |
| Name- Corr Silverfang Age: 19 Race- Werewolf (born, not bitten) Description- 6'3" with pure black hair and dark blue eyes. Skin is tanned from being outdoors all his life. In wolf form has pure black fur. Wearing- A black leather tunic and black leather pants. Soft doeskin boots. A badge depicting a wolf standing in front of a full moon is on his jacket. Carrying- Bag of herbs, a woodsman's axe, and a bow and arrows. Pet- Silver , a normal wolf. ------------------------- Corr ran steadily through the woods, Silver close behind. A report of a vampire in the woods had been relayed to his pack and he was sent to discover its intentions. As he ran, the strong scent of blood and death wafted to him on a breeze. Vampire. But other scents were mixed in on the breeze. The scent of earth...Human. And the scent of both forests..and earth. Werewolf AND human? Odd. Corr shrugged and jumped up into a tree, just near an area lit by the light of a fire. Guess it was time to find out. |
| Name- Yamus Marcus Age: 22 Race- Healer/human Description- standing 5 foot 8, he is what you would expect of a religious person who thinks the right is on his side. His skin is lightly tanned from being outside all the time. He has a crew cut blond hair. His eyes are a dark brown yet soft. Wearing- A light blue robe decorated in white symbols, the hood of the robe is always pulled up and light tan hard boots. Carrying- Herbs, a staff, wolfs bane and garlic along with religious symbols Pet- None Yamus walked the path down the dirt trail. He could feel the air around him filled with creatures. He never minded most of these creatures, but he did feel one out there that was just out for fun. It was this one that he was after. He didn’t run after what he thought it’s trail, yet he strode purposely down the road. Then he stopped and turned. The trail led into a clearing where two people where, one was slumped the other leaning over the person. He stopped at the edge of the clearing to watch and see what was going on. |
| Cinder snifffed the air and turned his red eyes to peer in the direction of the scent. "Werewolf..."Cinder hissed getting closer to Ariona. "Stay clear this time I won't let you near her." The werewolf raised an eyebrow in confussion. Cinder sniffed again and rose to his feet nudging Ariona's cheek. "We have company. I may have to move you if it's a fight they want." "Two now? And a. . ." Cinder snorted, "a dirty little dog. You have no business here unless it is that you want a fight." Cinder spat a blaze of fire at the wood that was burning before him and Ariona as a warning in case the two werewolf and their pets wanted problems. |
| Name: Theron De Vile Age: 1,987 Race- Half Psivamp (feeds of energy), half Sangvamp (feeds off blood) Class(es): - Elemental Bard (Level: Grandmaster) - A singer who can weave stories and songs not only to ensnare the minds of others, but to manipulate the surroundings - Healer (Level: Master) Alignment- Chaotic Good Description- 6'2'' Pale skin, black hair, bright golden eyes, fingernails painted black and kept long and pointed Wearing- A black clock and black pants. The cloak is left somewhat open in the front, revealing his pale slender figure. On his left hand, there is a ring that connects to an extremely large astral chamber. He can vanish things into the astral chamber and call them back in from it. He wears a black glove on the other hand that can animate and fly through the air, grabbing things and returning them to the wearer. Carrying- Because of his ring, he has no need to carry anything. There are many things in the astral chamber. Among these: - Dozens of different blades - A bow with arrows - A lute - A flute - A blow dart gun disguised as a lute - Dozens of blowdarts, covered in various poisons. - Food and Drinks - Healing Potions and Herbs - Books - A pitched tent - A manor house Pet- None, though most animals are instantly drawn to him --------------------- Theron walked through the dark forest with grace, gliding over rocks and roots that protruded from the ground. He was curious. Curious because, using his Psionic abilities, he could feel a human who wasn't fully human. Curious because he felt a small dragon with her. Curious because he felt a half-werewolf and a... cat? They were approaching the not-completely-human and her dragon. Curious because he also felt a full werewolf and a human - most likely a healer or priest - both approaching as well. Laughing at the absurdity of it all, Theron ran through the forest, speeding along to fast for even a normal vampire to follow. As he reached the clearing, everyone - the two werewolves, the human, and the wolf and dragon turned to regard him with shock. Even the healer, who still was hiding and watching, nearly gasped. The cat though, took one look at him and promptly jumped up and pounced upon his head and sat there. The half-werewolf immediately grabbed the cat back from him. Theron, looking at the bleeding human woman, contacted the dragon immediately on a psychic thread. "Keep the werewolves back," he called to the dragon. "Though I may need them to help me later, right now I must focus on healing her." "No!" The dragon cried, spewing a few sparks to the ground, startling the two werewolves who couldn't hear the conversation, "You are a vampire. They are bad!" Theron shook his head, "If I do not help her, she will die," he said aloud, using a drop of his magic to calm the dragon. The dragon seemed hesitant. "You healer?" It asked telepathically. Theron nodded. The dragon stepped to the side, allowing Theron to get to the girl. At once, Theron used his ring to call in a tent, already pitched, filled with a bed, and enchanted with warming spells to keep out the cold. He then scooped up the girl with ease far beyond that with which his scrawny arms should have allowed, and brought her into the tent, where he gently laid her down. At once, he noticed blood coming from both her neck and her breast, where her blue dress had been torn. Knowing that the chest wound was the worst, he immediately slipped her dress down to her waist, so he could access the wound. He called in a jar of Niobedium first, which would clear the vampire's venom from the wound. He smeared it on both the teethmarks, and the area around them, which was already beginning to turn black. Theron shook his head in disgust. While most vampires fed from the neck, some fed from other places in order to fill perverse needs. Since the Niobedium was mostly dissolved in to the skin and wound, Theron then sprinkled some stabilized Positine into the wound, which would speed the tissue's regeneration and take away any chance at a permanent scar. He then repeated those steps on the neck, where the vampire had attacked first, knowing it was the quickest was to take her consciousness. When he had finished, he vanished the two jars and called in some bandages to cover the wounds until they were healed. When he was finished, he vanished her attire, all of which he would have to clean, as well as the dress which he would have to mend. He called in some loose clothes that he had worn when he was younger and set them by her bed for when she woke up. He then pulled the blanket over her and looked at her face. She was beautiful! Looking at her hair, he took the ponytail out, both to keep her from getting a headache and to give himself a chance to touch her soft hair. His hand lightly brushed her cheek, and then her lips, making him wonder what it would be like to kiss her to- He shook those thoughts away and left the tent, closing the flaps behind him with a mental command. As he looked towards the were-folk, he put psychic shields around himself, the dragon, and a double shield around the tent. He felt reassured by the dragon's nod of thanks to him. "She will be fine in a few days," he called to the dragon mentally. "She turn into vampire?" The dragon asked, worried. "She must not! She is... special." "I know," Theron said, "I cured her of the venom before it could take hold." "Thank you," the dragon said. "Now," Theron began aloud, addressing the werewolves, "We must talk." The werewolves stepped forward, and Theron turned to the bushes to his left. "And you, human, you come out too," he called to the healer, still cowering at the sight of two werewolves and a dragon. How ironic, that Theron, more potentially dangerous and certainly more powerful than the three combined reassured the man enough to step out and join the circle the four formed. The other vampire, still close by, watched with interest and shock. Theron! Still alive? This was very bad. The last time that Theron was in this part of the woods... The vampire shuddered. The last time Theron had destroyed half of the greatest vampire coven in the world single-handedly. Deciding there was nothing more to see here, the vampire sped off to get to those that remained in his coven and warn them - and his queen. |
| Yamus eyed everyone as he walked out at the command. This was turning into a little distrusting encounter. His holy symbols bouncing off him as he walked up close to everyone. Taking his time studying everyone curiously but respectfully there was only one question he thought to ask, and finally after this healer started talking he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “how did you heal her? I don’t think I could have." he said a little dismayly for having to admit there are some things he thought beyond his comperhension |
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