- Apr 26, 2010
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Kraskor furiously relayed images and directions back to Alastor and Nehklior, showing them the size of the forces arrayed against them. There were nearly seventy armed men, all well equipped and seemingly well-trained. They stood to attention as Kraskor arrived, making way for a knight. The man was fully-armoured, but bore a great two-handed sword, marking him as a questing knight.
The knight spat at the ground under Kraskor's feet, who only bore his fangs menacingly in reply. The knight didn't shy away, but the consternation was clear from his face as Kraskor was marched towards a large tent.
As the vampire approached, a man wearing a bright orange robe, with fiery red hair, approached. He was old and gnarled, gripping an ancient staff tightly in his withered hands. The man said nothing, only stooped in his lilting-gait before coming to rest as Kraskor passed him. The vampire relayed the image of the fire wizard, along with the knight and the soldiers, back to Alastor.
Soon, said Kraskor via the Link, very soon.
As Kraskor entered the tent, the commander came forward. Rowhaine was chained behind him, and looked up quizzically at Kraskor.
"So, Mircea von Carstein," drawled the commander, earning Kraskor even higher-raised eyebrows from Rowhaine. "You thought yourself untouchable, but now we have you. And, my men tell me, the perfect weapon to force you into spilling your secrets..." the man indicated, and two soldiers came forth, holding a bucket of water. Kraskor stifled a splutter. "We know water is your weakness, we know the discomfort it causes to vampires. You may have thought that by coming here you could save your friend, but we're going to take both of you. We'll use this water, find out what you know, and then-" the man was cut off.
Kraskor was laughing. It was a coarse, harsh laugh, grating in the mens' ears.
"You fools," he whispered, before sending an explosive "NOW!" via the Link. As the commander heard noises of battle, he looked up alarmed.
"Go!" shouted Kraskor to Rowhaine, who immediately disappeared in a flash of light. Kraskor heaved, smashing open his chains from behind his back, before letting out a roar to the sky.
Bloodclaw answered, the great black dragon descending onto the tent and unleashing a searing flame, setting the command tent alight before taking off again. Men were running everywhere, and the commander, along with all the soldiers, stumbled outside the flaming tent. Kraskor let loose red lightning from his hand, blowing open a hole in the tent from the side, jumping out before the flames caught him.
He was met with chaos.
The knight spat at the ground under Kraskor's feet, who only bore his fangs menacingly in reply. The knight didn't shy away, but the consternation was clear from his face as Kraskor was marched towards a large tent.
As the vampire approached, a man wearing a bright orange robe, with fiery red hair, approached. He was old and gnarled, gripping an ancient staff tightly in his withered hands. The man said nothing, only stooped in his lilting-gait before coming to rest as Kraskor passed him. The vampire relayed the image of the fire wizard, along with the knight and the soldiers, back to Alastor.
Soon, said Kraskor via the Link, very soon.
As Kraskor entered the tent, the commander came forward. Rowhaine was chained behind him, and looked up quizzically at Kraskor.
"So, Mircea von Carstein," drawled the commander, earning Kraskor even higher-raised eyebrows from Rowhaine. "You thought yourself untouchable, but now we have you. And, my men tell me, the perfect weapon to force you into spilling your secrets..." the man indicated, and two soldiers came forth, holding a bucket of water. Kraskor stifled a splutter. "We know water is your weakness, we know the discomfort it causes to vampires. You may have thought that by coming here you could save your friend, but we're going to take both of you. We'll use this water, find out what you know, and then-" the man was cut off.
Kraskor was laughing. It was a coarse, harsh laugh, grating in the mens' ears.
"You fools," he whispered, before sending an explosive "NOW!" via the Link. As the commander heard noises of battle, he looked up alarmed.
"Go!" shouted Kraskor to Rowhaine, who immediately disappeared in a flash of light. Kraskor heaved, smashing open his chains from behind his back, before letting out a roar to the sky.
Bloodclaw answered, the great black dragon descending onto the tent and unleashing a searing flame, setting the command tent alight before taking off again. Men were running everywhere, and the commander, along with all the soldiers, stumbled outside the flaming tent. Kraskor let loose red lightning from his hand, blowing open a hole in the tent from the side, jumping out before the flames caught him.
He was met with chaos.