~I wanna fight.. lets make Zuke go out there~
Zuke stopped silent. Something was wrong, wrong with his new ally. This was unacceptable, his first ally would not fall the first day. Zuke grabbed his two chains, wrapped them around his body and walked to the opening of the inn. He then stopped and turned around to the others. "I have something I have to do, you may follow if you wish" he said and walked out, and headed towards the woods where he felt Eragon.
Mordacai came by the woods and saw none other than Zuke. "Well Zuke, showing some feelings and cre for once unlike how you betrayed this very earth you walk upon!" he looked at him and then hid frown faded. "But at the moment we DO need you...come I willl teleport you an dmyself to the battle! the earth needs us!"
~~RECAP, RECAP...Thats all you guys want! just read it!~~
**Alth watched Zuke walk away.**
BE CAREFUL! **she called after him**
**She looked down at follen and propped his head up with her arms.**
What ever you do, dont fall asleep. talk to me to keep your self concious.
**She wiped some dirt away that was covering his face with her hand .**
Zuke smiled when he heard her shouting after him, she accualy cared. not many did so to Zuke.. he watched the man approaching. "Dont get any ideas" Zuke said and looked seriously at him. He was right. Zuke cared, cared for this kin. "Teleport.. I am ready" he said and took a grip of both his chains. Right into the battle.. that is where he wanted to go. He could feel his other self was closing up again, that was abit nervous, since he was nt trustable then, but who cares, he will fight better.
Originally posted by Gabrial(don't be an ass about it holy ****ing crap it is kinda hard to catch up when you are ignored and know clue where the hell you are)
~~RECAP, RECAP...Thats all you guys want! just read it!~~**Alth watched Zuke walk away.**
BE CAREFUL! **she called after him**
**She looked down at follen and propped his head up with her arms.**
What ever you do, dont fall asleep. talk to me to keep your self concious.
**She wiped some dirt away that was covering his face with her hand .**
Name: Colum Felshen
Given Name: Colum Horatius
Apparent Age: [ 106 ]
Appears: 23
Coven: Amman
Appearance: Colum has shaggy, sunlight curls set atop awe filled, sky blue eyes. He wears a tight vest, pulled over a gold silk shirt and a pair of white, straight legged pants. The vest is more of a trench coat as it has lengths of white cloth stretching from below his rib cage to his feet, which are covered in thin, white sandals. He has a strong, cut figure, with a thin almost pointed jaw. He weighs in the area of 170 lbs and stands a cute – yet formidable – 5 11”.
Personality: Colum often appears cold and unfeeling…or at least he likes to think so. He is really the emotional equivalent to a window, displaying his feelings for all to see, yet still trying to protect them from the world.
History: Loss is the prevailing theme of my life’s story. My immortality begins on a cold December night in the year 1516, I am twenty-three. My mother answers the door to the news that my father, the one leg that my weak family is left standing on, has been killed in battle, another man life lost on foreign lands. Of the six Kelly children I am the oldest, and so it falls to me to tell the others. My youngest brother, Liam, refuses to hear the news. He flees the house in a fit of depression, charging blindly into the cold, dark night. I follow him, coat, gloves, boots, and toque in hand. I know already where he’s headed, down to the park, it’s only a five minute walk from our house; he’s shivering on a swing when I arrive. Half frozen tears streak his face and between chattering teeth I can hear him stammering broken memories of dad…We sit together for a while, trying to remember the days when it was warm and dad would bring us out to play on the swings, the sunlight would warm our skin and make our whitest smiles shine all the more brighter. But that’s when loss strikes my family again. A woman, tall, slender, pale dressed in a warm fur coat and tall black boots approaches the swing set. She’s caring, sweet, comforts our sorrows and makes our memories seem real and all around us…until they are gone forever, and I lie, limp, near death, shivering in the snow. Then a man is with me. He flesh is cold, yet his voice is warm. He is kind to me, calls me by name and whispers softly in my ear, “Be not afraid.” He gives me a drink, something warm and fulfilling. It brings me back from the edge of existence…to the edge of life. He tells me his name, Marcus, and of his home, of his people, and of his wish to save them. He invites me to stay with him, make my home with him and to learn with him. I accept his offer and begin my life anew. Over our first years together I grow quickly, learning of what it is to be immortal, and what it means to be an Amman. I also learn to love him, a second father of sorts, and more so, a first lover. But I know I cannot stay with him forever, and so I leave him, I leave to lose myself amongst the people and the times that I had promised to protect when I took my new lease on life. And then I lost even that. I began to have head aches when I used my powers, began to lose my way in the minds of strangers, began to lose myself within their wondering minds. And so I returned to my master, to my maker, to my lover. But I saw him for what he had become. He was changed now, far from the man I had met, far from the leader I had come seeking. And so again I left, losing that last thread to which all my hope was tied. I was pulled from despair by another, more ancient, vampire. Lei Shen protected me from the things I was not ready to see, the things my mind could not yet conceive. He guided me back from the lost paths of other’s minds, helped me place up walls to lock my thoughts within my mind, and in doing so he helped me to find my independence. I choose to give myself a new last name, one that would reflect on those who had shaped me into this new form, made me who I was, and those who I would never forget. I ventured across the sea to view the lands in which my father had been buried, and the lands for which he had died. I lived for nearly a full year in London, taking up the violin, in honor of my abandoned master, and soon joined the Lunar Elegance Orchestra of London. My return to Demaitre was not something I had planned for on the eve of my departure, but it was something that I somehow knew would happen all along.
Abilities: Command, telekinesis and shadow melding.
Colum strolled through the door of the tavern in his usual manner. His head held high, his steps each taken with a great sense of confidence and grace. His manner of dress was that of a nobleman as well. His outfit was as pricey as it could possibly be, on the cutting edge of fashion. His clothes however, were not exuberant or too much, they were just right. The last time Colum had entered the tavern he made his presence quite known. He not only caused a fight between two overly aggressive vampires, but he made his face known. He had done what he loved to do so much. He not only manipulated those around him to notice him, but he turned them on eachother. The consequences of his actions were yet to effect him, but he knew they would eventually. Colum's thoughts turned to his last visit here. The anger that spawned in him was immense, yet still within Colum's power to control. The other vampires, was rather zealous as well. He had not only the courage but the outright stupidity to call someone out on using his powers of charm. Regardless, he did so to his own loss because he simply turned people against him. He wondered what happened of the fight. Hopefully the brutes killed eachother and made this tavern a better place. It was the violent ones, that never reached power, they were the pawns of others, and always would be. As Colum finished running over what had happened the last time he was here, he took a seat at a table in the center of the room. He had decided to not use his powers this night, as the tavern was much slower then usual. While plenty of seats were filled in the tavern, the noise level was quite lower then usual. Within a few moments a barmaid approached Colum, taking his drink order. As usual he ordered the finest red wine available. As the waitress left to retrieve his drink he simply sat quietly, his hands clasped in front of him. His eyes wandered across the patrons of the bar yet came across few that interested him. Hopefully the night will pick up he thought to himself.
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**Alth was watching Follen very closely. she didnt like the colour that his skin was turning. she gently placed his head on her rolled up cloak and madly ran to the inn. she pushed the front door open and nearly fell on her face. her long blond hair was tasseled from the wind and her cheaks were red from the run. she looked round the inn**
Does anyone know how to heal? i really need some help!
**Alth looked madly round the inn, looking for someone to help.**
~ didnt mean to be rude SH. EVERYONE has been asking for RECAPS. there is a war going on that Eragon is fighting and could really use some help, the creatures wont die. Zuke is being teleported to the fight by ...some guy. im trying to get people to help fight the was but Follen has been ingured and i couldnt fully heal him. im asking round the inn for help. and no it isnt too late to join. and i havent been ignoring you SH! i tried to bring you into the fight but you didnt write anything. What was i supposed to do?~~
Colum looked over at the young woman who had just slammed the door open and started screaming in the inn, asking people to help her. Colum quickly got up, and from a few feet he had the lust and crave of feeding. He kept his crave normal. As Colum walked over to the falling woman, as he lifter her up. " Are you alright? " Colum said in the most kindest and gentle voice, as he looked at her as if she had been crazy or something. He then tossed her a green vile of liquid containing a rare mixture of a herb called Vathelene, it can heal any wound any disease in an instant. He then waited for her to show him the way, and help her treat the uknown man's wound she is talking about.
Originally posted by Gabriali didn't seeit then)
**Alth was watching Follen very closely. she didnt like the colour that his skin was turning. she gently placed his head on her rolled up cloak and madly ran to the inn. she pushed the front door open and nearly fell on her face. her long blond hair was tasseled from the wind and her cheaks were red from the run. she looked round the inn**
Does anyone know how to heal? i really need some help!
**Alth looked madly round the inn, looking for someone to help.**~ didnt mean to be rude SH. EVERYONE has been asking for RECAPS. there is a war going on that Eragon is fighting and could really use some help, the creatures wont die. Zuke is being teleported to the fight by ...some guy. im trying to get people to help fight the was but Follen has been ingured and i couldnt fully heal him. im asking round the inn for help. and no it isnt too late to join. and i havent been ignoring you SH! i tried to bring you into the fight but you didnt write anything. What was i supposed to do?~~
~~I made you better but then you werent getting any air to your lungs. i ran to get help from the inn. Colum, hes a vampire and i dont know it.~~
~~Darth E, it WAS around 10, your light was on but i didnt get a reply.~~
**Alth couldnt belive her luck. she had found someone to help with Follen. she guided him back to where the now blue man lay.**