Legends of Arana (Fantasy RPG)

Zahlor was still looking at Acantha when Darashi had come around the corner. He'd heard the footsteps, and almost immediatly assesed the threat. Vampires were rare...for reason, they'd been hunted long ago, of course their race had brought down the wrath of the humans and other races upon themselves. "Or maybe I could send my blade through your heart." He said, he turned around casually. He was worried though, he'd used up most of his energy, magical and physical, healing Acantha. He would have less than half of his reserve to fight this new apperance. "You've come to kill me?" He said. "One of the few who know who I am then, or at least have some kind of idea. Do you want to know why you've never found me until now?" Zahlor paused, "I haven't been here. On this world. For a long time, over a hundred years, far more than a hundred years. You've been searching for that which was not within your grasp. Finally, you have found me, to kill me. It's a cause, unjust, without honor. You may kill me, you may not. However...I am more than confident I can stay alive long enough for the enforceres to come. You know who they are, the Elite guard of the Sanctuary. Their armour, blue and gold, enchanted to stop magical attacks...it makes them stronger."

Zahlor stepped forward, he still had not drawn his weapon. "Come then..." He said, in a challenging tone. "Face me. There is to little time for that, and for your depature. Should you fight me, there will be no escape for you. Should your descision be another, then I will allow you to leave without threat, and without consequence. The arch mages of Archeron however, will not be so kind. They built this place, they performed the very magics that keep the colossal spheres afloat, the magics that protect this place from all but very few. I myself would not want to confront them, even in my prime state. At least not when most are in the Sanctuary itself."

Zahlor stopped talking, finally. He'd stalled his foe thus far, even at the cost of revealing more of himself to everyone within earshot than he had intended. It was worth it, this vampire too could come to serve a part in the future, a big one. For better, or for worse. It was not Zahlor's choice to decide the future, or the destiny of the planet. It was his choice though, to decide his future within it, his own destiny, and how he would affect others.

Darashi thought about his words.he thought about who he would be if it weren't for his mothers death. He did not think she was evil. He realized that he had done to human children humans had done to him and he felt terrible. "for now human we must join. I can bite you and turn you into a vampire and your strength agility and instinct will be far greater than you could even hope to dream of. But decide quickly and know that if you choose the path of a vampire it will be difficult but you will have gained a companion."

( can i join plz 🙂 )

u have to send ur character sheet to liquid_fire by pm and he'll probably approve it. read the first page

Originally posted by Darth Acheous
u have to send ur character sheet to liquid_fire by pm and he'll probably approve it. read the first page

(ok thx, i sent it and now i w8 for reply)

As Darashi was walking out the door he heard gaurds so he took a step back and thought. He shot the left gaurd in the heart and as the other came running he sliced him in half and then spit on their corpses. "I hate humans". He kept walking and came to a corner where he heard voices. There seemed to be 2 men and 1 woman. When he turned the the corner about to unsheeth his blades he saw the man he had been hunting for so long. "hello", he said in a deep grim voice,"I have come to kill you but i am so old. You are so young and powerful. It also seems you have a beautiful wife. It would be ashame to kill you. Maybe we could be friends. Or maybe i could suck you dry...

Acantha stared at Darashi, she narrowed her eyes and chose not to reply to him. She slouched over and wrapped her hand around her bow. What was he playing at? Though edgy and untrusting as she was she was flattered and honored that she might even be considered his wife. Though she didn’t smile considering the reason he had come to them in the first place. She looked at Zahlor, then back at the intruder. She did not want to dishonor Zahlor by defending him or coming to his aid if he were to fight but she desperately didn’t want him to get hurt. She stood at attention and waited for some type of sign.

Acantha’s glance shifted between the two men as she grew more uneasy with each passing second. Though she could no longer stood idly by as Zahlor accepted the challenge. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. ‘No…’ She begged, ‘Don’t do this, please.’ She whimpered. ‘You’re too important.’ She wasn’t about to say something too heart felt and look like a fool. ‘I know it’s not my decision but…’ She trailed off and realized he was going to
go through with this anyway. ‘Just be careful. I really care about you.’ She said and wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him into a hug. Shocked by her own emotion she let go quickly and backed away. ‘I’m here if you need me.’ She said with an uneasy grin.

Zahlor never let his eyes off Darashi, but Acantha's actions had nearly led to that. He scolded himself at letting his senses falter. "I'm too important..." He repeated it to himself, "No, I am not. I have little importance, if you can understand. A few people of this world are all that's important. I'm simply an aide. Understand." He said, "That I can't back down. What I do does not call for it. I do what I do, without question, not without choice." He glanced at her, "Don't worry though. I don't plan on dying, at least any time soon."

"I guess you don't want the power and greatness of a vampire. We're not all that bad and we kill for good reason. Well, most of us."

Zahlor eyed him. "I'm a human being, and I'm proud of my origins." Zahlor said, "And no, I don't desire power, nor greatness. It was a gift I was born with, and a responsibility I carry, with honor, and willingness..." He paused. "There is never a good enough reason to kill."

"Well then why do you kill? Hold that thought. I hear gaurds coming."
Darashi fell down with an arrow stuck in his side.One of the gaurds had shot him."Please help me" he cried out in pain.

Originally posted by Darth Acheous
"Well then why do you kill? Hold that thought. I hear gaurds coming."
Darashi fell down with an arrow stuck in his side.One of the gaurds had shot him."Please help me" he cried out in pain.

‘I know, and as hard as it may seem by my actions; I do understand.’ She said her hands trembling. ‘Well at least you don’t plan on dieing, because I have a whole night planned around you.’ She said looking at the ground. She did not want to admit she had made a friend. Especially to herself. So she backed against a cool stone wall and listened to their conversation. What did Darashi mean by, “Well then why do you kill?” What sort profession was Zahlor involved in. And if he had taken a life (or many by the sounds of it) then why had he told her at the gates that all life is precious. She wanted to get up and leave but as soon as those emotions came they vanished momentarily. Acantha gasped as Darashi fell victim to the guards. She jumped up to help but no. This would be Zahlor’s chance to see where his loyaltys lied.

‘What the hell?!’ Acantha yelled in frustration as Valdor had valiantly come to the rescue. Well, there went her plans for Zahlor’s redemption. But she was caught off guard by the motion of this man’s eye. What did that mean? It had clearly been directed towards her. She placed both hands on her hips and felt ready to scream. It just didn’t make sense. What was happening?! Who was that and why had he saved the vampire? She felt like pulling out her hair, though instead she turned and kicked the wall. Acantha felt venerable and became overly defensive like an upset child. ‘What’s going on?’ She whimpered.

*In case you're actually wondering Ambience, and it's not just your character, Valdor winked at her 'cause he likes her. It's his way of flirting when he's on the run.*

"I kill because- " Zahlor hesitated, the moment the Vampire was hit, his eyes started to blaze gold, and he tensed, ready to throw himself between the Vampire and the Guards. This was not the way. The Vampire had shown no hostility to Zahlor, and was not fighting. When Valdor took his place, Zahlor could only regret he himself was not fast enough. However, one Guards managed a shot. Zahlor's eye color changed from blazing gold to orange, and the arrow immolated and turned to ash before it hit it's target. "I kill because those who I slay are not but pure evil, and their deaths mean sorrow to no one, but above all, it would prevent the deaths of far more innocents..." He said softly. "I have a gift, a gift of power...it's my responsibility to use it to help others, I have no other choice in the way to live my life."

He turned to the Guards. "The Vampire was not attacking me." He said, "And you could clearly see that. Why then, did you choose to let your arrows lose?"

The Guard looked at him in surprise. "Because he entered through the roofs, trying to get in though he was not permitted, and he killed others in cold blood, some of which were my friends. I'm not letting a murderer run loose."

The other Guard though, was clearly angry. "He slit my brothers throat, from behind, with no honor! I was there! I stood in his lifeless blood as it pooled at my feet! I saw him bite into the heart of another man and drain him of his life force! That monster will pay!"

Zahlor looked at the man. The Vampire had done wrong then. Had Zahlor known that, he would have trapped him. "Sound to all then, increase the Guard."

"Who-"

"Do it." Zahlor said, his tone had changed to one of command. The Guards saluted and ran off to follow his orders. Once they had left, Zahlor sighed and shook his head. "These people are too rash." He said. "Their actions, ill thought, can cause no harm than good, even if they intend it...but the Vampire commited a crime. I can't stop the Guards through force. Only find our friends first."

He spun to face Acantha hearing her last words and her tone. His eyes now, were full of concern. He stepped toward her swifty, crossing the distance with three long strides, and slipped her hand into his. "Hope." He said softy, "Have hope, spirit." He smiled slightly, "I've come to help set things strait. The Vampire's actions were unfortunate, as were the concequences, you will see much of that I am afraid. Have faith, things will be set strait, and they will become clear. You have no reason to fear." He looked at her, not letting go of her hand until she relaxed, and calmed down.

Played by: Burning thought

Name: Nepherous
Known as: Nepherous

Race: Anubis Warrior/Anubite
Weapons: a large scythe made from an ancient eqyption material from the underworld, crafted by Anubis himself and given to Nepherous when he was first risen, the weapon is said to harvest the souls of those slain by Nepherous
Powers: leap great distances, powerful dark magics, can send forth shadow magic from hands and raise the dead to work for him
Occupation: crypt guardian
Appearance: 9ft tall and muscular, arms and legs relitively large and muscular and neck and chest. muscular thighs but lower down from the thighs he has a thin well formed shape for jumping, wears thin neck armourments that goes across the shoulders and the upper chest, eqyption pattening goes across it with a jade scarab in the centre of the piece. Nepherous has the face of a jackal with long ears and a small amount of armourment on nose and face.

Personality: often morbid and aggressive, low pitched voice that has a dark nature to it as he speaks, although he speaks of death and likes to talk of egyption burials he doesnt often kill, only maimes or cripples so that his enemies cannot hurt him, if they die however he raises them from the dead to serve him.

History: He doesnt know much of his past, he had forgotten his life under the command of Anubis, all he knows is that for thousands of years he has wandered the coutnryside and on an old scroll he is given the information of the werebouts of desecrated egyption tombs out in the desert and he travels to these places and rids the tombs of their desecration, however he does not completly abide by the scroll for he sometimes raises some of them from the dead.

other: He has a small ring and amulet, both with a skull with ruby eyes made into them. He does not know what they do but he feels rejuvinated after long runs just after a few seconds of rest, he doesnt tire often and so he has come to belive that they increase his stamina

Nepherous traveled the desert lands, he enjoyed the feel of the sun, it strengthened him somewhat. He ran quickly across the dunes, leaping far distances every so often. "hmm this is where the scroll says the tomb is", "but where is it" . He stepped a few feet and felt cold stone on his foot, "hmm", he whispered a few words and the san beneath his feet seemed to be blown fiercely all of a sudden by the wind, creating a small sand storm. When the storm had ended an old tomb, egyption in nature and with many strange marking across its side appeared before him.

Nepherous readied himself, he stepped into the tomb, slightly saddening at the loss of sunlight. on his side belt he had some torches, he lit them with another spell which allowed him to see into the tomb. It was not very big, a small sarcofagus in the centre but standing around it were the walking dead, strangely brought to life. He ran at them, he doesnt usually kill things unless their desicrating a tomb but in this case they were already dead so he had no guilt. He leapt with all his strength at one of the dead, sending it against the wall, his reflexes were amazing to behold, as soon as the dead touched the wall he leapt off and while flipping backwards slashed the creatures head off, sending it to the floor. While in mid flight of his flip he sent down his scythe, slashing one of his enemies heads in half while impaling the last one in the chest. With a quick movement the creatures chest fell open as did its entire body as it fell in half.

Nepherous sighed "the dead never seem to stay dead in this world" he stepped back out into the sunlight, looked on his scroll and yawned. "one more then, then ime going to do my own things, i need gold, and ime not going to get it looking through tombs, unless ime lucky enough to find a pharoahs tomb" the Jackal face of Nepherous smiled a little before starting off running in the direction of his next tomb.

Acantha sighed, She looked down at his hand which had just happened to embrace hers. A wide smile crossed her face and she looked up at him. ‘Well for just narrowly escaping an assignation attempt, you seem to be in pretty good shape, no cuts or bruises. You always prove yourself to be quite resilient don’t you?’ She said and twisted her hand around to hold his also. ‘Hey, what does…this mean?’ She said giving a rather pathetic example of a wink. ‘Like, if I was to that to you, or another girl…How would you interpret it?’ She asked tilting her head. ‘Just wondering; I’ve never seen that motion used before. And hey, do you usually have assassins tracing you down, or is this just a fluke?’

oh yes King, I know I've used it many times ;D lol