The Perpetual Twilight RP

[FONT=&quot]((Yeah, pissing of the Tyrant isn't a wise move. Also, sorry I haven't posted in so long... hopefully I've not missed anything out!!))
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[FONT=&quot]Solstice said nothing, merely watched the newcomer with pale, angry eyes. Blatantly she ignored the question about who she was and allowed her eyes to drift to where she had assumed the prince to be. The jolt of shock that ran through her body was covered by a slightly fluttering of her wings as the panic set in. Where’s he gone… I could have sworn he was here… Her eyes diverted their focus to Henrietta, whom had also taken up a protective to guard the Prince… or at least the area they seemed to both assume the prince to have been. I could have sworn he was right behind me…[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The stranger revealed his name and it was through muffled hearing that the winged girl caught it. Kal… she stored the name into her memory, green eyes scanning the area for the Prince, or at the very least, any sign of him. She saw none. Great… I swear… if he’s stayed to help Jacel…[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Solstice could almost taste the tension between Kal and Henrietta. The Assassin had the slight feeling the other female may have been waiting for her to say something. After all, whilst Henrietta was a protector of the Prince, Solstice was his sworn bodyguard. Some bodyguard if I can’t even keep tabs on the Prince… she chided herself. Wings ruffled slightly as the girl gazed almost dismissively at this Kal person, barely even taking in his words.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And then a familiar face appeared behind the stranger, his blade threatening his life if demands were not met. Solstice allowed her eyes to close and a small breath of relief to pass her dried lips. Flicking her tongue across lips to dampen them, a small smile flittered around the very corners, showing more in her eyes. “He claims his name is Kal,” she said quietly, moving from her position to beside the Prince in one swift movement, resting a slender hand on Markus’ arm. “I do not think he is a threat. It seems to me that he might be a traveler. Let’s not shed any more blood today, Prince.”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]There was an almost pleading look in her eyes. Whilst she was an Assassin, Solstice did not enjoy the art of killing for it brought out a deeper, darker side, one she would rather keep hidden. The winged girl did not want Markus to witness the lust for blood that came with being a Winged One; a natural born killer. Her head tilted slightly as she sheathed her blade and the wanderer spoke himself. Her eyes flashed dangerously, a kunai flipping in her hand as her head snapped towards Kal.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“There is one thing you do not do in my presence, Kal, and that is brush off the Prince,” she glared at him, fingers tracing the sharp edges of the throwing weapon. “If he desired it, your head would be swinging from your shoulders before you even realised.” [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Prince, we need to get you away from here. Jacel is trying to buy us time. I’m leaving him a trail so he should be able to follow us. But his gesture will be useless if we do not get you away from here.”[/FONT]
 
Kal’s empty smile turned into a deep grin as the winged one threatened him. “Oh?” He started out as he lifted his head. “Underestimating people today, are we? Whereas I won’t try to brag on me that I am skilled enough to take the 3 of you, I am fairly sure that if the prince wished to have me dead, it would not be an easy task” Kal stated, not bragging too much, as he was indeed a skilled adversary.
As he stated, the odds of him taking out all 3 of them were slim at best, he did not go down easy.

“Besides, you seem too distracted” he grinned, clearly taking to the winged lady.
“But, your choice is a wise one; Even if you state your superiority, you prefer to avoid battle.” Kal’s grin turned back to a blank smile. “Then I bid you; farewell.” He stated, with a weird tone of voice as he turned around, following the road that took him away from the trio.
 
OOC: Lestat will find a way out somehow, I guess... Maybe I'll help to ease this possibility at a fight between the ultimate boss and Stefan here, seeing my character getting angry at Stefan's word is nearly inevitable.

"I dont care if you rule Umbra but you will have it going against you and mark my words your going straight to Hell for what you did and I shall say this again I dont work for no one especailly someone like you, a weak man bent on power and greed to me your a weak mortal not good for anything." Stefan said.

These things that Stefan have just uttered had Kypneam more than furious now. Uncontrollably shaking, he habitually released a dark aura of death all about him. The guards all quivered at sensing it, knowing this to be another way to sense his anger.

"Lord Rhade. This man blasphemes! Allow me to slay him down." Kypneam said angrily, his anger deep within his voice.

Tightening the grip on his blade, his features contorted into one of serious anger, something he has never shown.
 
OOC:Sorry just I am trying to make my character not afraid of anything really.

Stefan gripped his sword when Kypneam gripped his and Stefan sensed his anger, at this point he was getting annoyed he knew that if he procided more into this there would be more bloodshed and thats not why he came he only came here to pull people's souls out an leave not to get into a fight with Kypneam and Rhade.

"Now calm yourselves the time to fight me will come but not now I never wanted to disrespect you but to tell you whst will happen when you die." Stefan said looking at Rhade his eyes going back into his deathly gray eyes.
 
"Enough." With a sound like gusting wind, Amelia had appeared between Stefan and Kypeneam. "You are correct to try to end this fight.," she said coolly to Stefan. "You would be wise not to do so again, and insulting the second-in-command of our little army here-" she gestured to Kypneam- " is not wise. Be silent."
 
[Dam, mah post was totaly missed. Can anyone destroy this post here?]
 
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A slight whispering filled Markus' ears as the man walked away, it sounded as though a man of the dead was speaking to itself. "We'll go to the tombs, only those with a Royal Seal can enter." Markus said to those around him, he allowed himself to look carefully at Solstice, checking to see if she were harmed. "We'll wait till sundown, if Jacel isn't with us by then... We will have to assume the worst and carry on without him." The words pained Markus as he spoke them, praying with all his faith that no harm would come to his friend, a man whom he considered both his best friend and brother.

"The Tombs should be safe, but with all the dark energy around, I cannot tell what monsters await us." He looked at Solstice sadly, thoughts filling his head. He tried to discern the thoughts, guessing which were the right things to do and which were not. "Let's go, Solstice." The tone in his voice knew that he wasn't asking her to come, it was an order. Traversing to the tombs meant going through enemy territory, but should they get to them, they would be safe until the enemies mages discovered how to break through the magically sealed door.
 
Without hestitation, Henrietta flicked her blade, sending any blood on the white surface sliding off before slipping the sheath back on. The situation with this "Kal" defused, but she was still on edge. Threading her arm though the sling, the giant sword stood tall than her at an angle. It was slightly cumbersome, but it was the best in her mind. With it, her range was greater than most. Yes sir. Kicking her feet, Henrietta loosened any mud that had stuck itself on before catching up to the prince. Sir, allow me to take point sir!
 
"The tombs..." Solstice nodded once before turning her eyes from the man named Kal,a scatching look flashing once behind them before they alighted upon the warrior known as Henrietta. "I am assuming I can count upon your aid in getting the Prince to the tombs? It's not going to be an easy task." Her hand slid to rest upon the hilt of her blade, fingers curling around it as she drew it slowly from its sheath. Solstice gazed at the pure white Bloodlust and sighed. "I swore back then to protect you whatever the cost, Prince. If it is your wish to head to the Tombs... I will not argue."

She dropped a kunai, watched its descent into the ground. Jacel will be fine... she repeated these words to herself over and over. Besides, the Prince had used the specific note to his voice that Solstice knew meant she had no choice but to do as he commanded. Even if she wanted to go after Jacel, the Prince was her number one priority. Getting him to safety meant the survival of the Crystairian empire. If Markus fell, the rule of his family would be over and the perpetual twilight would set in.

"I'll be right behind you." She said in a soft, barely audible tone, three kunai now in her hand, ready to be placed as markers for her brother. "We better get moving.."
 
Calming himself down, Kypneam grudgingly backed off. If he had to kill Stefan, he decided it should be with Rhade's consent.

"And what makes you think we will die...? An army remains hot on the Prince's trail, and with no force to fight back, he's doomed to failure, and death, for certain!" Kypneam replied fiercely, glaring at Stefan's gray eyes.
 
Stefan looked at Kypneam with annoyance and a smirk formed on his face.


"Well, Rhade may die from assassination because it is highly likely that the people will go with this, they will fight back."Stefan said keeping his voice calm he knew the Kypneam wanted to kill him and if he did people would not die peacefully."And how do you know that the Prince doesnt have anyone to guard him let alone and weapon but if you are right about him being defenseless then I will say he is the foolish Prince I have ever seen."Steafan said before he looked back at the King and Queen with disappointment.


 
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"My Lord several peasants were intercepted trying to escape through the back gate but delt with accordingly....who is this miserable Kurr?" Zingrad motioned as he walked into the corpse laden throne room noticing the clearly tense moment.

"Well whatever your name is, I'd lower your tone in his presence and stop speaking such words of clear blaspheme or I may have to dispatch your pretty feathered carcass for free....since your wings fetch a handsome price on the black market that is!" Zingrad answered not giving the man time to answer.

"Come on then you posing albatross!! what will it be!" Zingrad carried on with his rude and brash tone, reaching towards his sword hilt and channeling his aura bringing the spear headed chains upon the crossguard to life once more.
 
Amelia looked at Kypneam. "This man is right. Don't underestimate the reserves of royalty. He is well defended, and most likely has followers. We must chase him down and destroy him before he obtains any more power or allies. An army of undead are useful in number, but there is every chance we will lose, that the Prince will defeat them. Hmm, what to do. Perhaps elemental manipulation or demons? Hmm..." The High Necromancer had once again descended into a monologue, oblivious of the people around her as she planned.
 
Rhade's patience had worn thin BEFORE this arrogant Stefan had even walked into the room. Now, he was at a boiling point. It took all of his energy to sit and listen, grinding his teeth the whole time. However...once Amelia mentioned the fact that the Prince surely would begin to gather allies towards himself, he had heard enough. It was time to act.

"Hush!" Rhade barked. "Amelia's correct. We've got no time for petty squabbles or meaningless bickering. The longer we sit here, the farther away that the Prince goes, and the worse position we are in." Rhade gestured to Kypneam. "I need you to collect a force and head out immediately. There's a good chance the Prince has not left the area yet." Rhade looked out to the throne room, at the new group of entrants. He raised his voice so that all could hear. "I don't care who you are or why you're here...but if you want to spill blood, or serve me...you will follow this man's orders." Rhade waved in Kypneam's direction again.

"Me and Amelia will stay behind and work on subjugating the kingdom. She will do her experiments and I will run things while we clean up the mess." Rhade pointed to the door.

"Go on, Kypneam...the Prince is waiting. And remember...he must be returned alive to me."
 
Stefan growled at Rhade when he told him to follow Kypneam orders he clutched his fists and his eyes blazed red again with anger.Stefan was also annoyed by the other man who came in.

"Rhade I will not follow a thing you say I am not afraid of you I fought bigger and scarier stuff than you."Stefan said before turning toward the other man before walking out."As for you I better watch your mouth,boy before its ripped out of your head"Stefan said before walking out of the throne room.

Stefan didnt want to continue that useless bibblering plus more and more people were dying and he had to tend to them before they moved on and even maybe find the Prince.

 
Stefan's exit out of the throne room calmed him down relatively. Bowing in acceptance of his mission, Kypneam made a swift turn to leave.

As soon as he was out, he quickly asked for reports of the Prince's location. "Lord Kypneam...!" The warrior that gave the reply trembled as he stuttered.

Impatiently, Kypneam moved his hands to his blade, indicating his impatience. The warrior notices this and continued, stammering still.

"Ah... Some Warriors are holding our forces back...."

Kypneam flinched. 'Some' warriors actually held back the forces for this long? The time spent in the throne room should have cleared this group.

"Who are some of the warriors in this group?" Kypneam asked, his voice darker than ever.

"Eh... I think it's some man named Jacel, our men have heard.. some of the warriors addressing him as such." The man continued.

Jacel, commander of the Royal Guards. Kypneam quickly realized the group of warriors holding them back must be the Royal Guards themselves. "Impressive." Kypneam couldn't help muttering.

"However, it is my belief that the Prince would leave some sort of route for this commander to follow, I'm sure. You. Search the area for a trail, if any." Kypneam ordered.

"Y.. Yes!" The man, stuttered, and quickly dashed off, probably relieved to be away from this frightening man.
 
Zingrad stopped channeling his aura as Stefan left the room, but couldnt help but feel slighty uneasy...

"Why does it feel like I know exactly where he is even though I cannot see him..." He mused to himself..

Dismissing it as nothing Zingrad took this quiet moment to seek his bounty, as he threw a handfull of freshly severed heads at the feet of the necromancer.

"I believe you owe me a little something for these treasures, head of a virgin, a cowardly warrior, a brave warrior and a couple of whores and children as a little extra for lets say 1500 for the lot?" Zingrad smirked as he could almost taste the next meal he wished to squander his ill earned gold upon.

Zingrad again felt the presence of Stefan leaving the castle and felt a cold shiver down his spine..."Very wierd indeed" he muttered under his breath as he waited impatiently for the necromancer to hand over the payment....
 
"Well then, shall we?" asked Amelia. She pointed to the bodies of the King and Queen, and they were engulfed in a dark glow and vanished. Laughing as Stefan departed, she kneeled beside the other dead bodies, including that of the woman Rhade had killed, and began to sprinkle a dark dust over them. Their wounds healed, even as their faces paled, their eyes grew black and the bodies began to twitch grotesquely. Amelia was no longer smiling as the bodies got to their feet.

"You have been brought back to life by the mercy of myself and Lord Rhade," she addressed the silent group, her soft voice somehow carrying over the entire room. "You serve us now. The lives you knew are over; gone. Defy us, and this life will be your last." She smiled down at the risen corpses.

The undead groaned in reply.
 
The fields were dreadfully quiet as the group walked stealthily through them. It was beginning to get chilly, an effect of the dark energy Markus assumed, and a slight breeze began blowing through the air. It was then that Markus heard it, the cruel horrible whispering inside his skull, he immediately knew what they were. "Ghouls!" He shouted to his comrades as the first, half-decomposed, zombie rose up from the ground below them. He quickly through his sword into the air with his right hand and grabbed it again with the same hand as he usually did with his blade, he was often criticized as he was right-handed and kept his blade on his right side.

He easily slashed into the weaponless creature and released it's soul so it allowed it to return to the earth. More and more Ghouls began to appear around the group and the whispering began to intensify in Markus' head, the shrill cries of the trapped souls begging to be allowed to rest in peace. Markus obliged to the request of the souls and continued to hack his way through the Ghouls, they were only a mile away from the Tombs, if they could just get there then they would be safe!
 
Henrietta felt abnormal sensation too, but hers were the instinct of a warrior, obtained through hellish training. The tall stalks of the field masked all the dangers of the ground with green and yellow. Her instincts proved correct as the prince called out the warning of ghouls. Unfortunately, it was too late as the one closest to her already launched its rotting body through the air. It was too close for Henrietta to draw her sword. SHe did not retreat however. Instead, she stepped forward and launched an upward scything strike with the sheathed blade. Like a mace, it made a sickening crunch as it connected with the weak flesh. Unlike a mace, Henrietta's strength and skills ensured that the blunt sheath continued forward through the body, severing the body in half. The strike sent chunks of decaying meat into the air and as they descend, the warrior stabbed her sword into the ground before drawing the blade in a dash towards the enemy, its white sheen flashing as it cuts through the dark and tainted flesh of the undead.
 
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