TAU Play Thread

[Cromenon]

OOC: I am Cromenon. I know you all want to be like me, but... :lol:

"Ah, brother Batholis, you are here at last!" Cromenon said.

"Well, our proofs, we will present them to Azahul himself, if he comes, of course... By the way, why are you acting as his 'advocate', brother Azahul? Stop doing this and share your points of view with us all!"

Cromenon could sense a subtle smell of garlic.

 

[Get of W'soran]

Damek smiled faintly
"I have a question for you Batholis? How does one really haul so much holy water up here on such short notice?" he asked in a joking tone his eyes glinting with amusement.

With a faint shake of his head
"But in all seriousness, I agree we should wait for Azahul himself before everyone starts presenting their charges"

 

[Arion]

"Dawn comes!" Drathon indicated with some annoyance.

"Azahul has been convited of being a traitor, does he have any last words?"

When Azahul simply looked up and didn't reply, Draithon began again.

"Come here, meet your death bravely then."

Azahul walked up on to the slightly raised area, he stood impassive before Draithon.

As Draithon drew his sword and in one fluid movement aimed to chop off Azahuls head, but Azahul moved with blinding speed, his twin blades flying out and biting into Draithons arm. Draithon moved even faster, the sword flicked over Azahuls head in continuation of the previous strike but then flew backwards, soon both were involved in a duel that was terrifying to follow, blades moving as fast as quicksilver, always clanging against each other in parries, while Azahul was far stronger from warpstone, Draithon was far faster, managing to parry both swords with one. Suddenly they were locked in a hold blades against blades, faces inches from each other. As they both began to pull away Draithon flicked the pommel powerfully into Azahuls jaw, shattering it and stunning him. With a second movement he kicked one sword out of Azahuls hand and settled into a ready position.

Wounded as he was, Azahul was still a formidable opponent, but in this second bout, it was clear that he was being toyed with. Draithon continued breaking bone after bone in Azahuls body, the obsidian poison coated blade not allowing him to heal. With a final flourish Draithon severed Azahuls head.

He turned and announced to the remaining Vampires in a venomous accent.

"Traitor".

 

[Cromenon]

Cromenon watched the battle with great interest, the enigmatic Draithon was fighting far better than Azahul, "Interesting", he thought.

But when the fight was over, he looked at Azahul's remains with deep disgust.

"Azahul... I considered you an honorable man. Now I see that even a Blood Dragon like you can be as decieving as a Lahmian" He said with a quick glance to Batholis (a blood dragon) and Darkreaver (a lahmian).

"However, you died like one of your kind, fighting. Be proud of that, for I think this is the only thing you can be proud of...."

"Goodday to all."

And he went to his chamber in which he placed the usual incantations and protective charms he was forced to perfect during his "imprisonment" here, some of them of his own invention. So boring were the days here, without food and fights. He summoned his wights and laid in his coffin.

 

[Get of W'soran]

Damek sneered
"Disgusting...fool blood dragon"
Turned he strode out of the room with a smirking glance at Batholis before he entered his chamber.

With a mutter he summoned his undead guard and climbed into his coffin.
As he went into stupor a faint frown touched his face.

 

[cripple]

Batholis clapped excitedly.

"Finally we are having some sucess! I congradulate you brothers. Especially you Cromenon. It appears that you do have more worth than I first thought. Well done, well done indeed."

"I hope we have great sucess tommorrow, as great as we have had today."

Batholis strolled back to his coffin. There was a noticable bounce to his step."

 

[Fodderboy]

"Well fought, Arion. Well fought indeed. Perhaps I could have assisted..."

A dagger of pure blackness appeared from nowhere in Darkreaver's bandaged hand, "but you were more than up to the task." Darkreaver blew on the dagger, and it floated away like mist.

"It is known there is one more still who would betray us. I must ponder this some more. Sleep well."

With that, Darkreaver rattled his way to his room, attendant shadows peeling from the nooks and crannies to follow him and serve.

 

[Arion]

A final assassin walked along a tunnel, his allies were dead and his chances of living were going down. Moving doggedly towards Cromenons chamber the figure eased open the door, immediately lances of pain speared his body. Gasping he fell backwards and landed on the floor.

The coffin slowly eased open and a phalnax of Grave Guard walked towards the prone figure. Sensing the danger he was in the Traitor got up slowly, groaning in pain. As the Guard slowly advanced and Cromenon leapt out of his coffin the Traitor ran back down the tunnel, Cromenon at his heels.

After what seemed an eternity of running the Assassin finally lost Cromenon, somewhere in the dark tunnels and caverns.

Sighing, Cromenon turned and walked to the Council hall.

(OOC: No very high quality or long, I'm pressed by Hwk.)

Cromenon: Protected by the Guardian again!

It is now night.

 

[Cromenon]

Cromenon entered the council chamber, sword in hand, sighing. "Traitors... They just don't learn!" he thought, full of annoyance.

He sit on his armchair, rubbed his head and waited for his companions. He was now fully dressed, with his cuirass on, and his long travelling coat over his shoulders. The final showdown was going to take place this very night, and it was better to be prepared.

 

[Get of W'soran]

Damek came into the Council Chambers striding with a straight back. He was dressed in rich black and crimson velvet and a long velvet & Silk cloak in the style of a Nobleman from the empire, his hair was nearly brushed into a ponytail and clasped with a ornamental silver hair clip. At the vampires waist where his two short thin shortblades, he in short looked every inch the Von Carstein noble.

Sitting on his chair next to Cromenon he had a faint smile on his lips
"At last justice shall be served" murmered Damek
Then with a chuckle he glanced at the exit of the vampires sleeping chamber
"This is the price paid for sloppy assasinations"

 

[Fodderboy]

Darkreaver seems to float into the room. Those who pay closer attention notice that he is actually being carried by shadows drifting along the ceiling. They carefully set him down on his chair before retreating into handy nooks and crannies about the room, leaving him to arrange his robes.

"Congratulations are again in order, Cromenon, for your fortuitous escape. You must lead a blessed life."

"I believe we are nearing the end of our stay here. Shall we discuss what our options are?"

"I think it safe to say that Cromenon is either desperate for attention or a repeated target for assassination. Perhaps both. But neither of these options calls for him to be a traitor, so I eliminate him from my list of suspects."

"My own conduct has been well-nigh impeccable, although my reasoning at times has been less so, and so I remove myself from my list."

"So I am faced with two choices: Damek and Batholis. Both of you have voted differently from myself, or even against me specifically. Entirely understandable, as even I have mislaid a vote here and there."

"Would either of you two worthies care to persuade me of your innocence?"

 

[cripple]

"I applaud you, brother Cromenon, for your timely escape from the hands of the traitors. Tonight is not the time for stagnation, however, lest your luck finally run out."

"I must implore you to shed yourself of this suspicion of my guilt. I admit, brother darkreaver, that I regret my foolishness in voting on your execution, it was rather hastily done."

Batholis then turns, and grins wickedly

"Think not that this means I do no longer suspect you however."

"I think... that I shall trust cromenon in this. His council has proven to be the wisest, and the most adept at rooting out the traitors among us."

 

[Cromenon]

Cromenon was not surprised by the late entrance of Batholis, who stood up in front of the three vampires sit down: Darkreaver to the left, Damek to the right close to Cromenon who was in the center.

"You will trust me, brother Batholis, although I voted against you three nights ago? Interesting."

He continued, eyes narrowed, gazing into space:
"So many things have happened in this time... so few peace have we had... "

He woke up from his daydream and stared at Damek von Carstein. He was a magnificent vampire, casting an aura of nobility, impeccably dressed, sit straight in his armchair. He contrasted with Cromenon himself, whose casual look, his messy short hair didn't match his Blood Dragon origins; or with Darkreaver, whose armchair was surrounded by the dark, and who, in spite of being a Lahmian, seemed more a Nechrarch these days.

"I trust you, Damek. You've helped to hunt down two traitors, and that makes enough proof of your innocence...." He turned to Darkreaver, eyes narrowed, eyes cold as ice "... although some may question it."

"Seriously, Darkreaver."

"There is one, however, in this chamber.... who never cast his vote against a traitor. And who now takes advantage of Darkreaver's doubts in a not-elegant, it seems even desperate way."

Cromenon then turned to Batholis, while playing with the handle of his schiavona-like sword:
"You really trust my judgement? Because it was announced three nights ago, and I mantain it!"

Vote: Batholis

 

[Get of W'soran]

Damek leant forward and then turned to Look at Darkreaver with distaste, the very image of an arrogant lord
"I feel no need to prove myself to the likes of you" sneered the vampire.

Then turning to look at Cromenon a slight smile touched his lips
"I however feel that Cromenon is beyond accussation and I have stood by him in these last nights."

With a glance at Darkreaver again his smile became frosty
"I admit to finding your actions questionable at times...but I do not think you innocence is in doubt, just your sanity...and taste" he said with a glance at the Lahmians clothes.

Finnally he looked at Batholis
"I have thought you where a traitor for some time Batholis and at last it seems a majority can be gained to wipe your traitorous presence from this place, once and for all. Thus I name your betrayer!" pronounced the von Carstein.

With that Damek leant back into his chair and rested his hands on the arms of his chair.

Vote: Batholis

((OOC: I did see! I have no idea what you're talking about *innocent whistle*))

 

[Cromenon]

OOC: place your votes in bold at the end of the post in order to prevent calling someone "senile"

 

[Fodderboy]

"Dear Damek, I had no idea you were so delicate! If my clothes offend, I shall change them, just for you."

As Darkreaver finished speaking, his robes begin to writhe like sea grass in a current. Holes close, tatters mend, and frays smooth away. The wrappings around his hands smooth out into glossy black kid skin gloves. His hood receeds to show a strikingly handsome midnight black mask that covers his face from the bottom of his chin to top of his forehead, where his blue-black hair is swept straight back.

The robes finish their frantic movement, and settle into their new form. Black lace adorns the cuffs and collar of Darkreaver's coat. Beads of jet flash and twinkle from the embroidery on his chest.

Darkreaver claps his gloved hands, and as he parts them, a walking stick of cold iron grows between them. Once it reaches a likely length, he grips the head and plants the end between his feet, looking ever so much the nobleman.

"I hope we can all find this agreeable." Looking at Azahul's remains, "unfortunately I now have to be careful about not stepping in anything."

"Now then, shall we move on? I must agree with Batholis. Among us all, Cromenon has been quite adept at rooting out those amongst us who would betray all vampire kind, regardless of family. Therefore, I vote with him."

Vote: Batholis

 

[Arion]

OOC: Batholis you hav one day to defend yourself!

 

[Cromenon]

Cromenon watched Darkreaver's spectacular transfiguration. He now seemed another completely different person, rivalling in elegance with Damek. He found himself trying to comb his hair distractedly with his right hand while Darkreaver was invoking his walking stick, which surprised him."Oh, come on. It's messy and it's always been. You're over this frivolty...".

Perhaps some reminiscence from his human past? But it was so many years ago... He rejected that idea with the hand and looked at the man standing up.

"Oh, come on, brother Batholis, the night is young, and you'll have something to say?"

Cromenon's eyes shone:
"Ah! by the way... Have you seen my new Grave Guard phalanx?" He made a gesture with the hand and six powerful guards, armed with terrible spears, appeared from the corridor, blocking the only one entrance to the Council Hall.

He smiled in a weird way, revealing only half of his teeth.
"Hoh. Improved by..." He pulled out a small black book "...Christophe's old magic; and perfected by myself. A lot more dexterity (which has been always their weak point), with the same strength. Did I tell you their weapons are poisoned? At least from a vampire..."

He took out a small bottle from his pocket. "Holy Water." Seeing the other vampires expressions he added quickly: "We have here a pool full of it! And I only had to put only one drop of it in each blade. I reckon a strong vampire wounded by this will last, at most..." He toyed with the bottle in front of his eyes, pensive "...24 hours. Obviously this is a rough estimation, of course..."

He put the bottle away in his pocket and stared at Batholis with a faint smile.

 

[Arion]

"Batholis, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Batholis said nothing, and simply stepped up onto the dias.

"Then you shall die."

Batholis slowly walked forwards, the very image of defeat. He knelt down and placed his head on a stone, ready for the wight executioner.

As Draithon watched, his face impassive, the executioner strode forward and raised the battle axe above Batholis's head. With a speed that defied the eye Batholis span around, a steel heel dagger coated in warpstone protruding from his boot, at its toch the wight exploded, but Draithon was quicker. Instantly grabbing Batholis's arm while placing a boot on the leg with the dagger and shoving him back to the floor. With fury he snapped Batholis's arm leaving the bone protruding and crushed his ankle, spinning him over he punched him in the face and was rewarded by a spurt of blood and a cry of pain. With a deft movement he shattered the other leg and dislocated the final arm. As Batholis began chanting Neheks Invocation he lifted Batholis's head up and repeatedly smashed it into the floor. Batholis managed to send a bolt of energy into Draithons hand, and cursing in anger he flicked up a knife from his boot and cut open Batholis's neck, ripping out the vocal cords with a torrent of dark blood. Leaving the broken body on the ground he spoke in a soft voice which showed he was very, very angry.

"I don't like being attacked, I had enough of it yesterday.....Leave the Traitor out to burn in the sun."


In a final movement Draithon cut a small incision into Batholis's chest and ripped of the skin, exposing the ribs but leaving him still alive. As the body was dragged outside, a red smear followed it, and a slow sadistic smile spread over his face.

Traitor.

OOC: Sorry if that disturbed you, it just shows a very angry Dark elf.

Loyalists Win!!!!!!!!!

Oh and Get of Wsoran was the Guardian, Cromenon, thank him!