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Okay! This is my first SB, so let's get to the point.


Plot:

The plot is simple. Two forces(Elves and Vampires) collide to fight over the land of Gantaro. How this started is unknown, as they've been fighting for several generations. A group was started long ago called the Protectors. They're a sub group that fights both sides in hopes to stop the chaos. In the Protectors midst is a kidnapped child that was born of the leader of the Vamps and the queen of the Elves. His name is Ryu Cevenost, but doesn't learn until later that he is of both nobles. I'll explain more about this in the DT.

Races

There are a few races. Elves, Vampires, and Hybrids of both, mages, and regular humans.
Rules:

Rule 1- please be of 16 + age. This will have gore and language in it. For your own innocent eyes :P

Rule 2: Three abilities per character.

Rule 3: There can be romance, but no sex scenes

Rule 4: If your character isn't going to last throughout the SB, let me know. I don't want random deaths.

Rule 5: If you're going to kill off someone else's character, let me and the owner of the character know.

Rule 6: Do not god mod your character. I mean no putting so much power and abilities into them that they are invincible.

Rule 7: I would prefer posts be at least a couple of paragraphs. Something like 150 words be the minimum.

Rule 8: Have fun! This is my first SB and I don't want it to die, so let's do this!




Characters :

The elf queen ERyn: @Remembrance
The vampire leader Magnus: @KiraThePotatoChip
Leader of the Protectors Carl: @Chaser
Ryu Cevenost: Myself
Lead commander for the Protectors military Durothil: @Kilgharrah
Vampire kings Escort Elymas: @Moonwatcher
Elf Protector Nal'tor: @XxXTheSwordsmanXxX
Elf soldier Tamsyui: @Kal
Nikiora Lysnor :@BiscuitsLeGuin
Minor roles such as soldiers and mages are also welcome. The more the better!



Things to include with your character-


Race:
Appearance:
Personality:
likes/dislikes:
abilities:
Up for romance:
Age:
Weaknesses:
Past(characters history):
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Anyway, I'll have more about this later in the DT, along with the mythology and such. Hope to work with you all!
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Ryu Cevenost

Ryu lifted his goblet to sip of the hard bourbon that was swishing throughout it. He downed the rest of it's contents, his pearly white fangs clicking against the goblet. He smiled slyly, making sure to wipe the extra from around his mouth.
A rather large man walked behind the bar that Ryu was sitting at, and grabbed the goblet from Ryu's hands. "I told you three drinks ago you'd had enough, Ryu. Get your ass to training before you get too drunk. You're already late as it is." Ryu shrunk bank at his harsh tone a bit, before standing.
"Fine, but put it on my tab." Ryu's words were definitely slurred at this point, and his legs wobbled ever so slightly as he went to turn around. "I'll be back after training, you know." he said quickly, before rushing out the tavern door. His breathe caught as the cold air hit him in a gust of wind, and he straightened the coat he had.
He looked to the left, which would lead him to the center of town. He wanted to go that way to see if any of his other friends were there, either gambling or whoring around. He sighed, instead going right- heading towards the practice fields.
His feet moved slowly, and his eyes couldn't concentrate on any one thing. He glanced from shops to taverns to mediocre places, his mind glinting back to his childhood here. He stopped in front of a smith's shop, which once belonged to his father figure Aldelon. Aldelon was a regular person, nothing special about him. Just a plain, old, regular smith with a heart of gold. He'd always had a soft spot for Ryu, and treated him as his own son. At least until he was slaughtered in the midst of battle against the Elves.
Ryu's eyes stung at him, and he took of running towards the practice encampment, not daring to stay there any longer. So what if he got lashes for being late, or for being drunk.
He halted at the edge of the field. His other military buddies were already in their gear, weapons drawn, and it looked like they'd already been practicing for several hours. He pulled his hood up, moving quickly to the tent where his commanding officers would be.
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Carl Delmagus

The darkness wrapped around him like water, trickling into the cracks of his mind. Slowly, he felt it solidify there, painfully breaking his slumber apart. The mage’s mind twitched. What was this power? This sensation was-

“Good afternight, Carl!”

Carl’s cheek slipped from his hand, and his forehead banged painfully against the table. Wincing in pain, he raised a murderous glare towards the person who had just entered the tent.

It was Ryu, waltzing in with a lopsided smile two hours late for dueling practice, and flat drunk. “D’ya call me or somethin’?” he asked, leaning impossibly on the tent flap.

Carl passed his hand over his face, masking a heavy sigh. “Ryu. You’re late for practice.” He shuffled some papers together, tucking them away in his bag.

“Yeah, I figured the soldiers might have an easier time if I weren’t around to intimate ‘em.” Ryu paused, hiccuping a bubble of rum. “So, how’s the army?”

At that moment, the sound of an inferno blistered outside, followed by ten terrified screams from grown men. Carl’s face remained blank. “No different than usual.”

“Well, that’s - that’s great.” Ryu laid against a tentpole, threatening to uproot the canvas and knock it over. “Ah, what a great crowd we got here. Elves, vampires, indiscriminates, all working together towards a common goal! Led by the legendary mage who sits around in his tent all day studying his contaminated water tricks!” He gestured towards Carl, grinning.

Carl was not amused. “Get out of my tent.”

“Will do!” Ryu saluted, then fell backwards, burning through the tent wall as he fell. The blackened canvas smoldered with ruin as he tumbled down the hill towards the field, drawing stares and screams from the soldiers as the vampiric fireball hurtled towards them.

Carl sat there for a moment, sighing as the sunlight invaded his tent through the hole. Bleeding drunk as Ryu was, he had a point. Sitting in the dark as his troops trained in combat, it wasn’t any way for a the leader of a rebellion to act.

Yes, that’s right, Carl thought, moving to the tent hole and staring at the training field. This is a rebellion.

A rebellion against war, because war was their world. Carl cursed every day he lived to be born in Gantaro, where mayhem was the prime order. And it was all because of those elves, those vampires - well, not that he really cared whose fault it was.

More than anything, Carl Delmagus wanted a vacation. But no, he had a world to save. So founded was the Protectors, to end the war between races and exact other random assortments of justice; Carl didn’t care.

Maybe he’d ask Ryu for directions to that bar sometime, but probably not. Carl wasn’t a very exciting person, and his naming sense proved it.

The Leader of the Protectors could have summoned a mighty torrent to ferry him down to the field. But he didn’t. He just walked.
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(Eryn)

Eryn sat in her room, the servant having just left with her letter to be sent to Magnus, she whispers to herself while clutching a baby blanket, one of the only things she has to remind her of her son.
"Le do thoil, a ligean dó teacht"
(Please, let him come)

She got up after a moment and dried her eyes. Flecite would be back any moment for instructions to send to the troops at the front line. Eryn herself never wanted this war, it had been thrust upon her. When her parents died she had just had her son and become queen. She had no idea how to react when the reports were flooding in. And then her son being kidnapped, after that she became ruthless, she blamed the enemy for this war and for taking her son.

In an instant she saw her son, with her blue eyes that sparkled when he smiled and sliver hair much like his fathers.

A soft voice broke her out of her thoughts.


"Mo bhean, Éilíonn an tosaigh thuaidh d'aird, éilíonn siad do teagasc."
(My lady, The northern front requires your attention, they require your instruction.)

Eryn turned around, her golden dress moving with the wind. Her eyes narrowed.

"Insint mo trúpaí chun fanacht ceart áit a bhfuil siad, tá siad sa riocht foirfe chun cosc ​​a chur ar stailc i gcoinne ár dtailte thuaidh."
(Tell my troops to stay right where they are, they are in the perfect position to prevent a strike against our northern lands.)

Felicite nodded and left the room with a curtsy. Eryn walked out of her room, aimlessly wandering her castle. It felt so empty. She wished Magnus would come, hold her in his arms like he did so long ago. But that would not happen, not for as long as this war would rage on. And her son was long gone, taken in the night. She stopped in front of his room. The one Ryu would have grown up in.

~Flashback~


"Ryu, mo mhac, ná scanradh orm mar sin arís." Eryn said to the tiny boy in her arms.
(Ryu, my son, don't scare me like that again.)

The boy clung to his mother, afraid of letting go lest he should fall.

Eryn spent a couple minutes rocking her son and singing an old song in his ear until he was just about asleep, she set him in his bed and was about to leave when Ryu grabbed the sleeve of her dress.

"Máthair, cad má thagann sé ar ais dom arís?" Ryu said sleepily, still scared.
(Mother, what if it comes back for me again?)

Eryn kissed his forehead lovingly and sat next to him.

"Ryu, tá tú sábháilte mo ghrá, ní bheidh mé in iúl aon rud a tharlóidh riamh a thabhairt duit ... geallaim" Eryn said, and with that Ryu fell into a peaceful sleep.
(Ryu, you are safe my love, I will not let anything ever happen to you ... I promise)

~End of Flashback~

Eryn was disturbed yet again, another message from the southern front, sighing Eryn went to look at her map and plan her next move in the war.
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Magnus Lucien Fairnox


Magnus crouched upon the roof of one of his castle's turrets. A foul stench met his nose, directing his attention to the surrounding forest. Far familiar with the smell of death and blood, Magnus knew that whatever was approaching his castle was very much alive.

"Take care of the beast for me. Bring me it's head once you're done," ordered Magnus, dropping from the turret and hitting solid ground. He turned inside, heading to his throne, waiting for a very special message. He reached the open, cold room that housed a simple black throne, and sat upon it, staring with red eyes into the dark.

Several years ago

"Now now young one, you mustn't be doing that," said Magnus, plucking a well-teethed branch from his son's hand. "I can only imagine what goes through your innocent little head some days,"

He ran his thumb over his child's tiny head, humming a dark, yet peaceful tune and picking his son up, walked to a warm, well-lit room. Sitting in a chair, her beautiful hair hanging over her shoulders, was the Elf Queen. Magnus, still humming, placed his child in a nearby cradle, running his hand through the child's soft hair one last time.

"Such an innocent creature, is he not?" questioned the Queen. Magnus nodded, leaving the side of the cradle.

"I have to leave in two days time. I wish I could stay with you longer, my love," said Magnus, taking the Queen's hand. "I love you with all my heart, I hope that you will always remember that."

"Please just stay a little longer. I cannot live without someone who has become a part of me!" pleaded the Elf Queen, holding tight to the hand of Magnus. He wiped a tear from her eye and smiled.

"I wish I could. Alas, I cannot stay. The boy is safe with you, just get him to your homeland. I am truly sorry, but I am still the Vampire King and my darkness will not influence the child well. It is best I leave. You still have two nights with me, my fair lady," reminded her. He stood, kissing her on the cheek.

Present day

The sound of flapping wings diverted Magnus's attention towards one of the open windows of his throne room. A white dove landed on Magnus's arm, lifting a foot to show a letter attached. Magnus, carefully holding the bird's tiny leg, removed the letter and opening it. His eyes filled with tears as he read over it, once again able to hear from his love.
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Durothil Norhana

Durothil glanced around the scene, standing tall as she felt her muscles relax in the wind. The small breeze hitting her skin as she stared over the training fields. She imagined the depths of dueling, and the subtle, yet swift movements and procedures taken whilst training. She shook her head, chuckling slightly to herself as she knew her soldiers needed a lot of work.

Darling, it takes time. Her father always told her. Time was a key to life. It took time to heal, time to learn, time for everything. Yet, she never seemed to fully understand the concept of time. After watching her father practically strangle her mother to death, she never forgave him. She always stood tall, rarely ever smiled. Her eyes were a cold grey, and her posture was merely perfect.

The pain that lingered within her heart still existed, but rarely did she ever show it. The only time she would unleash her anger was in a duel match. It was her way of coping with her issues of anger, and nobody dared attempt to piss her off. Durothil was fairly cold-hearted when it came to pain, but it's all a matter of trust.

She scanned over the field once more, noticing a recognizable male that she needed to talk to. He stumbled slightly, a smug smile curled on his lips as his eyes were slightly open. She scanned over her soldiers, seeing as they seemed to be settling well to their training. Durothil inhaled deeply, steadily walking toward the young male, her jaw clenched.

"Excuse me, Ryu?" she cleared her throat as she neared him, a stern look plastered on her face.

The somewhat-clumsy boy turned around, "M'lady," He stumbled forward into a lazy bow.

Durothil clenched her fist and swung her arm toward the male, hitting his jaw with a hard force. "You address me as Commander."

Ryu hissed in pain, his hand flinging to his jaw as he shook his head slightly. "What was that for?!"

"You're late." Durothil scanned his posture quickly before fixing her own. "And by the looks of it, drunk." A strong whiff of rum lingering within the air between the two.

Ryu gave a small chuckle, raising his hands lazily in a defensive manner. "In my def-"

Durothil cut him off, her voice stern and demanding. "I do not want excuses, Ryu. You are supposed to show up to training on time, not two hours late, nor drunk. I do not want any explanations. We have serious training to do, and the last thing we need is our soldiers, especially second in command, coming to dueling late! Understand?"

Ryu stared at the elf in surprise, his eyes wide. "I-I'm sorry."

The elf growled, "No apologies." She stepped forward, laying a hand on his back and giving a rough push forward as she spoke, "Fifteen lashes upon the back, and an overlaid time of dueling with me for an extra thirty minutes. Get your act together, Ryu. This is absolute bullshit that you continuously doing this."

Ryu hesitantly slouched, stumbling forward to Durothil's tent for the lashes. A low sigh escaped his lips as he walked, knowing the disappointment in her would only grow if he continuously acted so foolish.

Durothil sighed as well, clenching her palm around the whip that wrapped against the belt loop that held itself around her hips. She grumbled as they entered her tent, her hand resting against his shoulders, pushing him down on his knees. "Flinch and I'll add two." She growled, tapping his upper back as a signal to roll up his shirt, exposing his already-scarred back. She slipped the whip from her belt, stepping away from him, pulling the whip back and flicking it forward against his bare skin, leaving a new wound on his back as it lashed over the other scars. She sighed, repeating the action, her other fist still clenched. She didn't hesitate, her action continuous to an odd fifteen. She withdrew the whip, slowly snaking it back into a few loops in her belt hole.

She glanced at his back, furrowing her eyebrows before looking away. She stood away from him, her back facing him. "One day, I hope you learn to get your act together, Ryu." She inhaled deeply, once again. One day.





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Niki

As she watched Elymas cross the courtyard, Niki sighed. His shoulders were hunched and he was walking with long fast strides. He was clearly on some errand, but did he have to be in such a hurry? She wished he would talk to her if something was bugging him, or even if it wasn't. She just wanted to talk to the man she'd watched grow over the last fifteen years.

She sighed again and turned away from the window, back to the gym equipment. With a flick of her wrist, she resumed the enchantments that simulated an attack situation. Swooping around the room, and twirling her double blade, she slashed and hacked her way past all the enemies into the far corner. There was a pig purple spot there, which was what you had to reach to complete the session, but as soon as she was within one metre of it, it disappeared with a puff of smoke and reappeared away off to her left.

She knew this was what happened, but it was still annoying to have to go through the motions of it. She needed to get back out to the field, prove herself where the troops would see her. Yeah, she was an absolute boss at these training sessions, but she was literally the only person in the room. If she was going to prove she was more than a glorified babysitter she needed to be seen doing something that actually affected the outcome of the war.

There was a knock at the door. She drifted down to the floorboards and crossed the long, cavernous hall. She heaved open the door to reveal the King. The King, just standing there, asking to be let in.

"Uh, sure, come in," she said, ushering him inside.

"Thank you," he murmured.

He said nothing else until she'd shoved the door closed again. Then it all came tumbling out of him.

"Look, I'm sure you've heard the rumours. I'm guessing everyone has. Well, they're all true. Or at least the core. The core is true. And I need you to take a message to her." He stopped talking all of a sudden and looked to Niki to reply.

"Um ... okay ... we are both talking about ..." She tailed off, scared to finish the sentence.

"Eryn, the Elven Queen, yes," he muttered. "Well?"

"Well what?" Niki's eyes widened and she felt a little dazed.

"Will you take the message to her?" The King's eyes were searching, hopeful.

"Of course," Niki said, "Absolutely. But uh ... how am I going to get it to her. No way in hell are the elves going to let me just wander into their palace."

The King shook his head. "No, of course not. You're not going to the palace. Well, you are, but you're not going in. In her last note she mentioned that the servants were beginning to get a little suspicious. She wants me to leave a note beside the tree we first met under."

"And uh...which tree was that?" Niki asked, suppressing a gulp.

"I've drawn it on the cover of the note." The King drew a small, many times folded piece of parchment out of his pocket and handed it to Niki. The tree was a tall oak with some scarring near the roots.

"Uh, sure." Niki nodded. "Sure, I can find this. But uh, won't people wonder why I'm taking a stroll in the royal gardens?"

The King shrugged. "I'll call it a scouting mission. We can only send one soldier because any more and we're liable to get spotted."

Niki grinned. So she was to get some field work after all.

~~~~~

Trees. Trees everywhere. Sunlight. Oh hell the sunlight. Damn the sunlight to hell. Oh no actually don't do that, it would totally ruin hell. Ugh.

Niki tore herself away from her inner monologue and forced her eyes fully open. She was crouched behind an apple tree near the eastern boundary of the gardens. She drew the note out of her pocket and compared it to the tree nearest to her. Nope, around here they were all apple trees. She was going to have to move to a whole other area. And there was only one way she could do it.

She summoned all her mental strength and slowly her physical form began to erase itself from existence. Then she was alone, nobody in the entire world knew she was there. It was the most liberated she'd ever felt since she turned vamp all those milennia ago.

She had a minute and a half at most. She clambered up the tree and soared off from its branches. In the air, she scoured the ground below her for oak trees, or at this height all she would really be able to tell was that a tree was particularly big. There, there! Those were enormous!

She alighted on the branches of one of the large trees and, with only ten or fifteen seconds left before her strength gave way and she popped back into visibility, she slid down the trunk and hid behind it.

"Ahem," said a voice round the other side of the tree.

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Nal'tor FireMaker

The castle was rather quiet, even peaceful in the sunlight. The symbol of elegance and beauty. The pristine towers and walls were a beacon of peace.

But today...the peace is shattered within the walls of the castle.

"Get away from me, you sadistic witches! You were watching me while I was sleeping!" Nal screamed as he rocketed down the halls. The servants that he screamed passed gave one another knowing glances.

"If we don't get you while your asleep we'll never get you!" one maid cried as she rushed after the red haired elf.

"Nal'tor get back here! You have to bathe!" another said puffing and red faced as she tried to keep up.

"You'll never take me alive!" Nal screamed as he skidded around the corner and continued his desperate run away from the maids. Not paying attention to what was in front of him, he met face first with a recently opened door and fell back. He stared up to the ceiling, his world spinning as he tried to focus.

The maids came into view, each taking one of his ankles and slowly dragging him back through the halls.

As he finally got the world to stop spinning, Nal began thrashing and clawing at the carpet of the elegant hall. "NO! Let me go! I'm a Pyromancer damn it! Water is my enemy!"

"Quit your crying, baby," the maid huffed, as they began pulling Nal into the bathing room.

He quickly latched onto the walls of the door and tried to pull himself back out. "No! No! NOOOOOOOO!" His fingers slipped and the door closed.

"Stop struggling!" one maid cried from the other side of the door.

"Quit trying to undress me you perverts!" Nal screamed.

"If you aren't going to get undressed then we'll just wash you in your clothes!" another maid yelled before there was a huge splash of water.

"No! Get that soap away from me! I swear I'll torch every strand of hair on your heads!"

"Shut up and take your bath like a man!"

The servants outside shaking their heads as they heard the conversation on the other side of the door. The conversation was reduced to screams, shrieks, and splashes of water.

When it was over the maids walked out, drenched in water and heading off to get dried off. Nal stumbled out of the washroom, his red hair hanging in his face and dripping water. He sighed as he let his fire erupt around him letting his clothing dry and his hair return to its former glory.

He sighed as he headed down the hall looking for the queen. His frantic run from the maids had him completely unaware of where the queen herself was. "Damn it. Can't believe they are still after me after all these years," Nal mutter. He gave a chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm not cut out for this royal rules crap."





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Tamsyui

The elf soldier looked down at the set of instructions he had received from his commanding officer. It read that he was to patrol the surrounding forest for any suspicious characters. Sighing, he went on his way, taking half-hearted sweeping glances from left to right, hoping he didn't see anyone.

His time in the war had so far only brought sadness and despair to him. Since his parents had died due to their involvement, Tams had grown to heavily dislike any sort of fighting.

Not that he told anyone else that; he didn't want to get into any trouble with his Queen or her Protector. Condoning the war was like defying Her Majesty, which was something that would end in terrible consequences.

The elf, rather bored, messed with his hair before focusing on his rather monotonous task.

Tams paused his movements, taking interest in the figure that suddenly appeared next the tree he had been approaching.

"Ahem," he called out to the person, who turned in answer. "May I ask why you are here?"

The woman, Tams noted her face, took a step back, appearing to be nervous at being seen by someone else.

"Uh, I am here to deliver a message." She spoke, her mouth closed as tightly as it could.

Hmm, that's rather odd. Tams wondered to himself, before asking another question.

"May I ask who the message is for?"

For a second, she appeared like a normal being, with what appeared to be sweat trickling down her face, but then her whole image changed suddenly.

She smiled widely at the elf, her fangs, those are fangs, flashing brightly in the darkness.

"No you may not," she replied, the threat clear in her words.

Tams swallowed slowly, his nerves twisting inside of himself. "Look, I don't want to fight you, okay? I'm not a fan of this war we are engaged in, so please just leave before I am forced to relay this information."

He looked pleadingly at her, hoping she accepted his offer. The vampire raised a single eyebrow before rubbing her chin.

"You know what, fine. My mission is done anyways. The next time we meet elf, will end much differently, I can promise you that." She smirked slightly, then stalked off with inhuman strength.

Watching her, Tams breathed out in relief. He was grateful that no action had to be taken. The elf rubbed his face for a moment. Maybe he should have tried to fight that vampire, but he wasn't going to enter into a fight for no reason. She hadn't done any harm, as far as he could tell. All he had to do know was to try to put the incident out of his mind.

His duty will always be to his Queen, but he condoned any unnecessary violence. The soldier continued his walking, scanning the trees a little more focused this time around.

I just hope nothing more happens today, he thought.

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Magnus crouched upon the roof of one of his castle's turrets. A foul stench met his nose, directing his attention to the surrounding forest. Far familiar with the smell of death and blood, Magnus knew that whatever was approaching his castle was very much alive.

"Take care of the beast for me. Bring me it's head once you're done.”


Elymas obeyed the king, and determinedly marched through the corridors of the castle, walking to the wing in which the troops were located. The troops lived in their own wing of the castle, to the east. Elymas walked through the halls until he reached a gate. Opening it, he would walk into the courtyard of the vampire army.

Elymas quickly, without paying much attention to detail, walked to the center of the courtyard, where he spoke in a loud and clear voice, “There’s a beast in the surrounding forest. It doesn’t seem to be getting much closer quickly, but it's still a potential threat. We’ll need volunteers to protect the exterior of the castle. We’ll assume that it’s safe for most of you to stay here. We’ll also need a few more volunteers to hunt down the beast inside the forest lead by myself. Volunteers, please come with me.”

As Elymas proceeded away from the soldiers, he noticed that none of them were following.

“C’mon, it’s not like you have anything better to do. It’s either this or I’ll have to force some of you to come myself.”

Only a few men proceeded to the front of the room, followed by a few more, and the numbers gradually started to increase, until the number of people grew to around 50. The army was very large, and not everybody was in the central courtyard at the moment. In fact, it looked kind of barren. Maybe all the vampires could sense the beast. That would only be a reminder to Elymas that he was different.

“This will do. Thank you for your service. We don’t expect this beast to be too difficult to take care of, anyways. Volunteers, do come with me.”

Elymas and the troops walked to the opposite end of the courtyard in which Elymas entered, to exit through the westernmost gate of the wing. Elymas noticed that the wings weren’t nearly as large as the main building of the castle. The troops reached the end, and proceeded outside the castle.

The Vampire Village. Elymas hadn’t seen it many times before. Or maybe he has, but living 15 years cooped up in the castle, then staying there to protect the king didn’t allow him to leave too often. The village was dark and gloomy, which perfectly matched the surrounding forest (equally as dark and gloomy).

“I only need about 15 of you to come with me this time,” Elymas told them. Volunteers were a lot easier to obtain this time around.

“Good, now as for the rest of you,” Elymas fiercely eyed the vampires, “I need the rest of you to spread out around the outskirts of the village and castle, but not too close to the forest. You know what to do.”

The vampire troops fled the area, each one in a different area.

“Volunteers,” Elymas looked at the group. They didn’t look very intimidated at all. Elymas figured that they could probably sense the beast, but it’d certainly be odd if they could also sense it’s power.

“Volunteers,” Elymas repeated, “you’re coming with me.”

He and the soldiers rode out into the forest.








It's all a matter of perspective. Everyone is the hero of their own story, and the villain of another's.
— James