Post: #1

The road to Nexeternus had been a long one as the travelling comrades had decided to use normal means and recuperate after the many recent battles. Shortly before arriving they met up with Rowhaine and Rayla, both overjoyed at the return of thier mistress, after hearing the news on the planned attack on Feldenhaus and Magneqrox Milosh decided to follow after him with Rowhaine whilst Lesa and Rayla carried onto Nexeternus to see if they could aid the distraught Sariah. Leaving it upto Drakki Cyn how they wanted to proceed the two groups set off.

Post: #2

Vekarin sat upon his throne. The room about him was dark, yet he cared not. Vampire are creatures of the night, and the darkness enveloping him comforted him. He reminisced over the events of this ill-fated council. He had been right to leave the Vampyre to their own fate, they could not keep allies in the simplest circumstances. Any sign of danger would set them off, and any chance of power would cause them to squabble amongst themselves like beggars over a scrap of bread. He resolved to live in solitude atop his citadel, a lonely spike amidst the vastness of the world. His gates were locked against the outside, and nothing could force them open...
Almost nothing...

Post: #3

Night had fallen and Milosh, Rowhaine and Drakki were still several miles from Gor'Drok. "I don't like this" remarked Milosh "we're too close to Drakenhof for my liking." "Milord! Look!" shouted Rowhaine pointing northwards. The sky was red with fire something big was burning far away in the distance. "Thats got to be Simon's handiwork its just like him to light a beacon to announce his presence to all and sundry" said Milosh "His equivalent of sticking two fingers up at Mannfred."

Post: #4

I don't know! snapped V'azrin to the shadowy form of another Necrarch
Now now master calm down...we all know what happens when you lose your temper said the shadow, its voice seemingly coming from a great distance
I'm sane claimed V'azrin defensively
The shadow chuckled
Of course master...well if thats all your report...what do you do now?
I think I'll go after Milosh for now...I have an offer for him, I was thinking Lesa as strong wizards are always easy to find but I'll go after the Kings get...it may take longer but I suppose I'll find him eventually. Now...just...Go away finished the ancient vampire lamely
With a cold laugh the shadow and Necrarch vanished in a swirl of shadow

Post: #5

Heading towards the glowing beacon it was not long before Milosh saw something moving towards them at great speed, without a second glance he knew it would be Simon, only he would be racing at that breakneck speeds down the tight road. Wondering how best to get Simons attention with being mowed down Milosh did the next best thing, grabbing hold of Rowhaine he threw him into the path of the oncoming coach, its massive bulk him with a resounding crash and catapulting the vampire into the air. Screeching to a halt true enough Simon stuck his head of the coach with his usual smile on his lips,
"Milosh old chap! You missed the fun and games, I'm on my way back home."
"So I guessed, although it was hard to tell with the joy riding coach and the firework display over there," replied Milosh dryly, there was a loud thud as Rowhaine finally landed in the dirt behind him, seeing the questioning look on Simon's face Milosh shrugged,
"Flying lesson,"
"Ah," nodded Simon before looking at Rowhiane sprawled blood covered in the dirt, "first lesson was it?" Despite himself Milosh grinned before heaving Rowhaine on to the roof of the coach,
"Well don't keep me in suspense, is Magneqrox dead?"

Post: #6

"indeed, do tell, we're all aquiver with anticipation of finding out."
Drakki rolled his eyes, then climbed aboard, followed by Cyn.

Post: #7

Katrina was halfway to Draconia mounted upon a Hellsteed before she had doubts about her decision "What am I doing?" she thought,turning her Hellsteed around toward Nexeternus "I swore that I would aid the council".

Post: #8

"We're all dead Milosh old chap." replied Simon "But for now yes I believe he is when I left him he was not capable of walking and the fire was creeping steadily closer, Finelle was being eaten alive by ghouls and Emilya Feldenhaus was left unconcious by my having my way with her." Simon licked his lips at the memory" Glyre Feldenhaus however slipped away during the fight." "Even if they survived they won't be moving around for sometime it could take centuries for them to fully recover."

He opened a box nestled inside was the Crown of Sorcery "and this is going to be the pride of my collection until we work out what to do with it."

Post: #9

Looking at the Crown Milosh felt the same sense of unease as he did about the claw, as if it was listening to everything they was saying,
"Well were to start with my news, Rask attacked the Violet Citadel and somehow had managed to resurrect Lesa and use her as a weapon," seeing the look of horror on Simon's face Milosh quickly explained, "Its ok now, she managed to break the spell he had on her but not before she caused a lot of damage, including on me" he added rubbing his ghostly body ruefully, "anyway with Lesa back to her senses it turned to tide of battle and then Vlada decided to attack sporting the claw of Nagash, or it might have been Nagash using Vlada, we're not too sure on that. Anyway Mircea ended up defeating Vlada and Lesa now has the claw in her possession, so we it looks like we have a full house."
"Excellent! With the crown and the claw we should be able to defeat Mannfred all the more easier," said Simon, his eyes glowing in anticipation,"what about the rest of the council?"
"As far as I know the council is no more," Milosh replied bluntly, " I told Vekarin where to shove it after he was incapable of showing any gratitude even though myself and Lesa were instrumental in saving that pig sty of his, he spouted the usual pathetic threats, only Drakki and Cyn chose to join myself and Lesa.She and Rayla continued on to Nexerternus to see if they could aid Sariah"

Post: #10

Xatac jumped from the small vessel. The crew of Cap'n Jones had taken him to these coasts, they had cared for him, they had fed him. With their own blood. But he wasn't alone, no. S'deac, his vampire servant he had taken to the shores of his unknown homeland. He was born here, but he did not recall it. It was too far away, too long ago. The jungle was his home, the pyramid his shelter, but now, with the thirteenth coming of the moon since he had been taken by Jones, he was ready to set his teeth in a whole new continent. Soon the villages and towns in this world, of which he had only heard of through the tales of dying men, would be locked at night, fearful of a creature more deadly and more wicked than even the foulest followers of Chaos. They would despair in the hearing of his name, shiver at the thought of his presence, howl at the sound of his footsteps. Xatac Thek had come, the Green Lizard was on the hunt.

Xatac looked at the dark soil of the coast. According to the maps he had found in Jones' cabin, he had landed on the north-eastern coasts of Tilea, not far from the Dwarven Hold of Barak Varr. He had heard of the Dwarves, they were said to be brave people, shorter than a Skink, but tougher than a Saurus. He had also heard that Dwarven Blood was very rich. With a smile, he tought of the power it would grant him. Barak Varr was his destination. Dwarven blood was his goal.

S'daec walked towards Xatac, his skeletal feet rasping over the rough wooden deck.

"Master, the blood on this boat has been drained, where do we go now? forgive me for my weakness, but I must feed."
"You will have plenty to drink in Barak Varr, S'daec." Xatac hissed at him, his forked tounge darting out viciously. "It is but a night's march from here. If we leave now, I am sure we can find shelter before sunrise."

(OOC: If I'm doing something wrong, please tell me in OOC thread..)

Post: #11

"Good show!" said Simon "So the ritual did work then?" "Very curious indeed." he opened the door and leaned out "coachman! change of man we're going to Nexeternus instead so look sharp about it." "yes my lord" replied the coachman changing direction.

Post: #12

Wing beats filled the air as a massive beast filled the air. It looked like a huge bat-like beast made of shadow, on top their was seated a tall bald vampire. Mannfred von Carstein.

He wore black armor with a fur cape that writhes with sprits and bats; in one hand he carried an ornate runesword, in the other a skull-headed staff that played arcs of purple necromantic energy. His face was twisted with power and an arrogant smirk crept across his fangs.

‘’Downâ€â​„¢Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ he commanded. Around the Abyssal terror was a flock of bats that screeched and followed Mannfred. From below came the howling of dire wolves as the converged upon the council.

‘’Take the crown’’ his voice sounded into he hearts of all his minions.

Post: #13

Drakki leaned back and cyn put her head on his armoured thigh and slept. Drakki smiled.

"Simon, i dont believe you were around to see the Cyn twins were you? Now that was a sight to behold."

Post: #14

Katrina paused her mount as she saw a man mounted upon a large bat like beast fallowed by a swarm of bats below her fallowing a Coach one she recognized as Simons she narrowed her eyes ,She could sense the power this one wielded. Katrina kicked her mount forward,Chanting a quick spell she conjured a ball of pure darkness Grinning she hurled it at him "Nobody harms my allies!" She shouted.



Mannfred sensed the winds of magic shift glancing over his shoulder he saw a woman ,Mounted on a Hellsteed conjure a ball of dark magic at him "mmm the lore of shadows..." he muttered chanting a counter spell he blocked it turning his mount around, he faced his assailant. She was a dark haired woman in light armor, from the description the beast Magneqrox had given him this would be.... "Milady Katrina I am guessing" he yelled back to her bowing mockingly.


Katrina snarled "The advantage is yours I have no idea who you are" the other Vampire smiled at her "Mannfred Von Carstein at your service" he said raising his sword he pointed it at her, As one his bat swarm turned and flew at Katrina.

Katrina swore raising her hand she summoning an inferno she incinerated them "Sending your pets to do your fighting for you" she said sarcastically, Mannfred sneered at her "What Blood Dragon opens a fight with magic?" he said "Your kind usually attack with Blade first" Katrina kicked her mount forward Drawing Foedrinker she charged Mannfred , as she neared him she lashed out with an overhand strike witch he easily parried, quickly they exchanged blows nether able to break through the others defenses. Katrina snarled at Mannfred through their crossed swords Mannfred smiled at her "I believe my lady that my mount is better then yours".

Mannfred's Mount roared and bit deep into Katrina's mounts neck, biting its head off Manfred's hand shot out grabbing Katrina by the neck he easily lifted her from the saddle "I think I'll return my nephews playmate back to him" he said , Smiling he let go of Katrina letting her fall.


Time seemed to slow for Katrina as she fell,Before it suddenly sped up Katrina smashed through the roof of the coach, barely missing Rowhiane she landed at Simons feet ,cracking the floor boards, A long jagged peace of wood stuck out of her chest "M...M...Mannfred" she whspered, blood running out of her mouth "F...F....Failed to stop him" her head fell back.

Post: #15

"Bloody hells!" Drakki shouted as Katrina fell through the roof of the coach. "Cyn, look after her, im going to find out what did this!"
Cyn nodded and Drakki lept through the door without thinking of opening it first. Rolling with the fall, he stood up and drew his sword and sheild. Looking around he saw a shadowy figure. He charged at it.

Cyn had removed Katrina's armour and bound up her wound. Even with the vampires accelerated healing time this would take a while to close up. She sighed and then jumped as she heard a crash. The coach ground to a halt and Drakki wrenched the remaining door open.
"Simon, your relative just threw me through the thingy that holds the horses to the coach, and i think he wants a word."

Post: #16

Xatac halted. He smelled something, something unearthly. Even though it was many miles away, he smelled the dead. But these weren't just dead, he sensed a magical energy running through them, like the energy that ran through his veins. He sensed other vampires. They were not far away. Bwehind those mountains. He had to find them. Seek them. Hunt them down to the last of their brood. He alone was worthy of such powers and yet he looked forward to see some of his kin. To meet people who felt the same. People who had to drink blood to stay alive. Leeches.

"S'daec. We will head north. Save your bloodlust for later. There are others, more powerful, to drink."

He stroked Mamba as he walked north. Mamba too would taste blood again.

Post: #17

Raecting quickly Milosh used his ethereal body to pass through the body of the coach until he was standing on the ground outside, looking up his sight was met with the form of Mannfred von Carstein who sneered at the ghostly vampire stood before him. Milosh cursed inwardly for not bringing Lesa with him, he knew his magic was no match for the Lord of Sylvania's and this fact was shown even more so when a second later bolts of black magic ripped into him. Struggling back to his feet even as pain wracked his body Milosh returned with a blast of his own, Mannfred simply laughing as he deflected the magic with a wave of his hand. Knowing that his would never be able to defeat him that way Milosh drew his runic blade whilst at the same time summoning troops of his own, from the shadows around the coach wraiths formed before clustering around their master.

Post: #18

The vampire lord laughed as he cut down several of the wraiths, the magic of the runesword cutting their ties to the material realm. ‘’Challengers like you? Not worth my time’’ he said.

Behind him were several dire wolves that ran up, one massive white wolf got up and transformed into a beast-faced vampire with an axe, another transformed into a women with a skull-hilted longsword.

‘’Iâ€â„​¢m the heir of Vashanesh and his power, I am the ruler of this crown and my wolves will gnaw on your bones.’’ He said.

Post: #19

Striding forward sparks flew as the two runeswords met,
"You are not the only heir of Vashanesh Mannfred," spat Milosh, before twisting his blade slicing across the the lords chest, the thick magical armour he wore absorbing the power of the blow. Around them the wraiths formed up, their massive scythes culling the undead wolves even as they crumbled themselves. Hand to hand the two vampire's were evenly matched but Mannfred again showed his superiority as he cast spells with contemptuous ease, driving Milosh into a retreat under the magical onslaught,
"You will not get the crown Mannfred!" bellowed Milosh trying to protect himself by deflecting the dark magic with his sword, "All you are is a puppet, nothing more."

Post: #20

''Idiot! Do you think that I don't know that the Great Necromancer has a hand in this? I bow to no one but myself! I am count, and you are nothing'' Mannfred puncuated.