~And Mythos Burns~

Rakarth: *Interesting experience it was for Lorian to be with the pair, one of which was following through a very delicate scheme and the other was wary of him, not even telling him her name as of yet but such didn't matter. Upon reaching a long river in which illuminated the huge cavern that they were in, the man stopped gazing upon the mansion that was up ahead as he'd state softly* "I'm going to assume that's where Esylana is being held." *The man glanced above him at the pitch black ceiling that was oddly lit up by gems, the reflection from the lit up river making them look like stars which he'd be oddly mesmerised by for a few moments before he'd give a firm look to Rheksas.* "I'd like you to keep that blade sheathed for the time being, don't engage unless required..As much as you'd like to slaughter those inside, we require to obtain Esylana in a quick manner and whilst you've got a variety of effective means..We haven't but don't worry, if they fail to comply with our desire then I give you full permission to eradicate the filth." *The man looked over at Hildria* "Same goes for you." *Is all he said to her before offering Rheksas a low whisper* "Esylana is required remember that..If Hildria get's in the way I won't hesitate in eliminating her.." *Like that he'd speak up once again.* "Hildria you're capable of flight..Rheksas, place your right foot onto the water and let's begin." *Lorian began a quick stride, utiling his power in water to make the footing underneath him as solid as iron, same went for Rheksas should he follow as they'd begin a hastey approach to the large mansion before them. They'd reach the enterance aswell before Lorian placed a firm knock onto the door with his left hand, taking no breaks or leaving room for doubt to creep in*

Rheksas: Rheksas could do little but chuckle darkly at his situation, especially when Lorian began laying out their plan. He had no qualms against the idea of turning on Hildria should things go awry, having no particular feelings towards the woman one way or another. But to keep his sword in its sheath? Oh, the Lord of Valanice may as well ask him hold his breath this whole time. Rheksas obliged him nonetheless, keeping his hands where they could be seen as he stepped out onto the hardened water, his boots clanking softly. It made for a pleasant, rhythmic echo in these cavernous depths. Then suddenly, the Sword of Grudges began to stir. He could all but feel its power brooding in its scabbard, but without looking to the blade itself, he could not know what grudge was being alerted. Only way now was to see things through for himself.

CrystalOnyx: -Hildira was trapped in her own mind as she scolded herself for leaving the poor woman alone. She had traveled behind the two men silently as they came to enormous cavern. The lake lit up like fire as it twinkled in front of them. She kept silent as she heard the unknown man speak. She could only nod as her four black wings appeared with little effort. She soon pushed off the ledge they were standing on as her wings flapped, throwing up dust. She soon was flying over the lake, her golden eyes glancing over the manor they were about to enter. She had beaten them to the other side as she landed with a pat and clink of her chains. She stretched her wings out and then they returned to their normal sitting state. She decided to keep them out for the moment as she waited for the other two.-

MrMurasaki: the Door creaked open infront of them, the faint chattering of gnarled teeth echoed through the shadows of the Mansion. Vyle watched as the travelers entered the main chamber of the Mansion, his long crooked claws dug into the rafters above the marble floors. in a large waft his large gaping nostrils took in the smell of the new meat, his long gangly ears flicked listening to their every move and word intently. He scurried over the rafters above them, chattering jis jagged teeth and two frontal fangs in delight. He came to an immediate halt directly above them, he opened his claws and descended. In his plumit he coiled his body causing the shadows around him to coil with his form. Landing knelt down encloaked by his attire and the shadows seeming to disperse from him, he rested a moment the sound of cracking and snapping now echoed the mansion. As Vyle slowly stood his gangly posture would be come more tall and straight like when he was alive. The normally bared teeth of Vyle were tightly hiden under thin lips, when he talked they would still be prominent as with his fangs. He held his arm extended. "Welcome guesties, the Master is waiting... Please follow Vyle... would hate you to get lost..." his movements restricted, as if he were using all of his being to hold this fake form.

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VampyrVixen: The blonde haired man stood beside the black and red silken sheets that were covered now in sweat and other unnamed liquids, sighing with satisfaction as he released his harsh grip upon her neck. It revealed a dark purple and blue ring around her neck, as well a coupled bruises that would show upon her exposed skin. Her dress from before? Saturated and shredded. She was lucky he didn't rip it off completely. His honeyed child like smile would return to his face as he loomed over the woman, peeling his bloodied taloned hand off of her thighs. Her right arm seemed twisted in the other direction, while her leg now dangled from the bed. He left her there in that degrading position to sob and tell herself it didn't happen. He would replace his armor, and boots that were laying nearby upon the carpet. His eyes like blue diamonds analyzing her from where he stood. "You weren't much of a challenge, but I enjoyed you nonetheless. I'll have maidens come to tend to your wounds. The faster you heal, the faster We may have more fun together. That would be ideal." He chuckled now, moving back across the room to her. "So weak you are, Sae'ala. So weak you are." But he soon heard the movements of multiple footsteps, realizing his lust got the best of him and he didn't even notice that her friends had come. His face twisted with frustration, he did not like to be interrupted. "Excuse me a moment, dear...." He would open one of the double doors with a creak, leading himself downstairs.

Esylana: She thought she'd known pain, through her life, when she'd encountered vampires before. None of them were particularly gentle, for the most part. She thought she'd understood a little better, what pain was, when she started taking the leyline sources into herself, and her body started to..."shut down", or..."overload"...from the amount of energy it was struggling to contain. And then, Esylana Geldamont came to learn that she knew nothing about pain, or really fear, until the last couple of hours. She pulled the sheets around her, as much as she could, but it sent her, as he had taunted, into silent sobs. She had never broken her arm before...much less had a broken leg. She didn't even register his words as he left her - she only wanted to die at that moment.

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Rakarth: *Lorian made his way into the main chamber of the mansion with his gaze shifting up to the one that called himself Vyle, how..Boring..But the one he claimed was his master was the one Lorian desired in which he'd begin to take a noble and pridefuly stride into the place, keeping his wits about him. He glanced at Rheksas to see how he was holding up and restraining himself regarding being surrounded by monsters that every fibre of his being was screaming to eradicate and assuring the woman whose name he wasn't aware of..Deffinitely not aware of..Was keeping next to them as he'd walk with a rather leaderlike posture simply following Vyle as of the moment* "Heightened senses wouldn't have us at the advantage of whispering sadly..One can't help but wonder how does a deformed creature like yourself live on such little sustanance? Or are their others here that tend to your..Master.." *Lorian asked genuinly intruiged by the creature infront of him. Vampirism being one of the few things he was tempted to test and experiment on himself but other situations had occured*

Rheksas: It was when he looked at the creature, this Vyle, and knew what he was that Rheksas felt a base revulsion welling up from his belly. A gag was stifled into a scoff as the warrior offered his expertise. “He is a beast torn from death,” he said, unabashedly calling him out for what he was. That he was to stay his blade was insult enough, it seemed. “His master sups on the more choice morsels, such as they are, though it unlikely his face differs much from his servant’s. His true face should show as much.” Without being told, Rheksas reached into his armor and retrieved something, keeping it hidden within his gauntleted grasp as he followed Lorian warily into the manse.

CrystalOnyx: -Hildria's wings had vanished by now as they started to follow this creature. She kept her guard up not only because of the being they were moving closer to, but even to this unknown man. Rheksas seemed to the follow him with no hesitation, but she didn't exactly understand Rheksas in the first place. Her eyes glanced around they moved throughout the mansion, the smell of death and blood quite potent at this point. Her mind kept wandering to Esylana, and even to whom they would be facing shortly.-

MrMurasaki: Vyles head tilted and his teeth chattered at Lorians words. "That is for Master to say, Vyle keeps secrets." The creature shrugged his form started slowly reverting back to its original crooked posture as the exhaustion was taking hold. "Sometimes, late in the night they even come from the sky." he sneered and cackled to himself chattering his jagged teeth before throwing his head down in disgust. "Silence." The dark booming demonic voice echoed from him. His deep blood red gaze fell back to them. It now focused on Rheksas and crawled over to him, it now hunched over reached its claws to him chattering. He stopped and cowered backwards letting out a shrill, deafening screech stumbling back and the hood falling to his shoulders exposing the pulsating black veins painting his pale dead skin. With a final shriek towards Rheksas the creature scurried before Hildaria, its large flaring nostrils wafted the air around her. It's maw chattered and the rotten blood that merged with spit sprayed from his mouth. "Tasty Birdsies. The feathers are tricky but the rest is tasty." His long black tongue extended from the teeth and tasted the air around her. His long gangly ear twitched as the door of his masters chambers creaked open. "Master comes Guesties... Master comes!" In his final exclamation he clapped excitedly and went to scurry to the feet of Mal'khar.

VampyrVixen: With a furrowed brow, His elvish steel boots clinked upon the marble steps that were only carpeted in some areas. He wanted who interrupted them to be strung by their neck, and have each limp slowing pulled from their sockets, or gently removing one's skin until all their muscle was completely exposed to outside breeze. He took a heavy sigh into his nostils. His long hair now flowing behind him. His Crystalline eyes would be fixed infront of him as he descend down. He soon would brings a handsome enticing smile to his lush lips. The architecture was elven in design gilded in gold and white, but all the accents such at the carpets and pillows upon the benchs were black and red. He held his strong jaw with confidence as he made way to them. He sees his faithful servant scuttling towards him as usual and thus he stops as the gangly elf paws at the feet of his looming masters. Mal'khar bends down, his large hand seeming to pet the creature before him. "Thank you Vyle... You did well again." He whispers down to the pale elf, before his sapphires locked upon the bloodbags infront of him. His alluring smile returned, Stretching across his somewhat feminine features. "Oh my, Hello there." He would say joyfully in his low rumble of a voice. "We don't seem to get many guest down here, not that I mind. I quite love to have visitors... But May I ask what brings you all?"

Rakarth: *Lorian had no idea what Rheksas was doing and whilst he was replying to him along with Vyle he'd have achieved the answers he had desired for the time being before noting the creatures sudden movements furthermore the attempt to command Lorian had struck a simple nerve as he'd give Rheksas a glance, one of contemplation but he'd save his words for the time being as it'd react oddly to the man to his right. Upon seeing it's true form the Castellan scoffed softly, allowing everyone to hear the complete sound of disgust leaving his voice and his scrunched up face as he looked completely disgused in the creature before him. It then scurried off to the would be master of the mansion. It didn't take long for the master of the household and the inhabitants of it to make his presence known in which Lorian took a rather prideful stride forward before heading halfway into the chamber, his sapphire hues keeping up the creatures own as his chestnut hair bounced softly but the smile that he had wasn't returned by Lorian only one filled to the brim with irritation* "You're well aware of why we've made our presence known and I doubt the compliance I seek will be granted by yourself either..But pleasantries should always be done." *The man undid the cloak that hindered the mercenary gear he carried he'd then pridefully speak* "You're addressing Lord Lorian Castellan, first of his name and the Lord of Valanice..One could also add in the most powerful mage in Rembrant." *After he'd state that his gaze shifted from him as if treating the man before him like a random servant at court, someone he could dismiss at will* "Rheksas..Take the woman, scour this place for Esylana and kill anyone who'd oppose you." *Attention shifted from the pair back to Mal'khar in which he'd then smugly offer him that smile, almost replicated to the one he was giving them.

Rheksas: Rheksas didn’t need to be told twice. A menacing rictus grin dominating his gaunt, scarred features, Rheksas unleashed the Sword of Grudges onto the world, letting it rest in one hand as he clutched the unknown object in the other. A length of script flashed blue upon his blade, and with a command of will alone, it swallowed the steel in a pale light. Every creature, the master of the manse included, could sense something dreadful from this black-clad human. He was at once extremely unappetizing; his blood stank with cursed venom, his soul charred over with abominable power. And to add to that the fact that his weapon hungered for vampiric blood only compounded the immediate danger he presented. “Come,” he beckoned Hildria with him, his smile never fading as he attempted to circumvent Mal’khar altogether and make his way into one of the adjoining hallways. “Don’t get yourself killed, Castellan,” he laughed over his shoulder, hoping he’d find heavy opposition on his way to Esylana.

CrystalOnyx: -Hildria could only raise an eyebrow to the creature whom called themself Vyle. She soon lost interest as the Master of this place appeared. She let the other two do the talking as she glanced around for potiental rooms that Esylana would be in. As the unknown man reveiled who he really was she soon glared, of course he wasn't just some merceanary. She hesitated for a moment, but then followed Rheksas into the hall. Her chains clinked as she rushed, staying behind the man. She had a vague idea as to where Esylana might be.- "Second floor?"

MrMurasaki: Vyle scraped lovingly at the plate of his masters leg. "Master... He asked about the bags... Master he knows..." He said it in a whsiper his form now completely restored and the jagged teeth bared fully as he spoke. He turned and watched the others as they moved he snarled and hissed at them. "Master they go unattended through the Castle..." His gnarled hand pointed towards Rheksas and Hildaria. "What does MAster wish of Vyle?" The creature bounced excitedly his eyes never leaving them, the low gutteral, primal and screechlike crowl emited from the core of him. Bouncing, watching it was as if he were ready to hunt, ready for his leash to be released by his Master. "Master... They are going towards your chambers..." His last visual sight of them leaving him his tone began to get weary and saddening, a bit fearful and concerned before it snaped into his dark booming one. "Let me Feast!" He bellowed out followed by impatient and bloodthirsty chattering his bouncing getting faster, his long claws scraping into the Marble floor.

VampyrVixen: The man's oceanic gaze was unwavering, his sweet almost innocent smile would remain across his strong taunt cheeks. He chuckled warmly to Lorian as if they were old friends from many, many years ago. "We'll Lord Castellan, You may refer to me as Mal'khar. My title matters not, nor does yours down here, especially when I stand before you with no defense. Either way, You're sourly mistaken to be here. As it stands, your little friend is mine and will continue to be mine. I don't really like sharing what is mine. She was quite intriguing in fact. Having the Sae'lea here." He turns to Rheksas and Hildra. "How rude, not even staying to introduce yourselves? Where are your manners? Tsk..." His hand wavers in the air, attempting to summon a dark shadowy wall before the staircase. " You're not welcome here, not you nor you friends. Now leave or you...' Oops..." He soon pulled out his the long sword upon his back. WHen unsheathed, it had a sable energy flowing through his blade looking as bloodthirsty as the little pale elf. His smirk was alluring, and demanded attention just as his voice did. "My hand slipped.... Vyle, take care of those to. Get Lorleri if needed." He looked eyes with his target, a calm look in his eyes. "This one is mine."

Rakarth: "You should speak more softly to me Mal'khar..I'm the thing you monsters run from afterall." *Lorian's attention was upon the Vampire now as he'd unsheathe Mizu, the obsidian longsword shimmering in the candlelight as he ordered his lacky after the pair behind him and noted the shadowy field that he had placed on the stairway, giving away the location of Esylana.* "Mine? I'm honored..But i'm afraid this only has one inevitible outcome..The name Lorian Castellan being carved into your memory for the rest of what pitiful life you've got remaining..Now I do believe that's enough talking." *The man's right hand clenched up as his grip tightened, Lorian analysing his opponent from top to bottom, coming up with ways to beat him. The man began a soft dash toward Mal'khar now with the intent to close the distance between the pair before holding and bringing his left hand out in a rather aggressive manner, moisture quickly thickened in a matter of seconds as the air around Lorian became thicker, denser infact almost like a soft fog that followed him. Palm of his hand became soaked as a sudden burst of pressurized water stream came flying out of his left palm, aiming to slam into the Vampire Lord and send him into the wall behind him with enough force behind it to drag him off his feet and even break bones.*

Rheksas: Rheksas spun on Vyle, holding aloft the thing in his left hand. It was a gold medallion that fit perfectly into the grooves of his palm, imprinted with large, unsettling hieroglyphs. “I rebuke you and all your kind!” cackled the warrior, his incantation causing the medallion to disintegrate into a thousand fireflies that scattered about the room, bathing the area in a sheen of forceful energies. Anathema to undead, this talisman of faith, long minted from the bones of a dead cleric, conjured feelings of cowardice, fear, unease, disgust, and all sorts of things undead had long grown cold to. Lesser, mindless specimens burned on the spot, unable to endure the intensity of the glow. But for Vyle and Mal’khar the effects would be less pronounced, though unnerving all the same. If not turned outright they could yet be cowed, giving Lorian the edge he may need over the vampire lord. “Hildria,” he nodded to the valkyrie, indicating she should take advantage of the situation and strike Vyle. “Slay this one.”

MrMurasaki: Before his Master spoke Vyle would finish his obsessive rant with twitching his gaze towards Lorian, his neck cracking loudly and his long black tongue snaking from the center of the gaping jagged fanged mouth that wise open towards him, the toungue flapping excitedly. "Master if I may save some... He has much Blood in him... He is mosdt tasty but most trick..." Before he could finish he heard the permisiion of his master. His eyes shot to where he last sw the group and in a slash of his claws causing sparks to fly and a compression of his crooked back legs and then a powerful release shot him forward like a blood thirsty hound released. He didn't stay on the floor, no such things were where his prey stood. He scurried along the walls taking ever so much care to avoid the Masters collection. In his persuit he avoided the very dim torch light, bouncing between the hallways and weaving through the shadows. His nostrils flared following their scent, his ears always at the ready. he favoured the darkness not because he could see but because he could perform, the once right hand of the Shadow Alley Clan had been twisted by Blood of Mal'khar but the soul of him had always been Vyle. He weaved through the shadows, his chattering carrying through them. While he not yet was with the group, his chattering danced eerily amongst them. He stopped in his tracks at the change of scent, a crooked gnarled grin came to his pulled back pale flesh. He quietly crawled along the raftor hidden in darkness, he climbed up the raftors to the open ceiling of the chamber in which they stood. He was silent, he smelled the air but not violently. He listened intently to everything, he was a servent but he was not mindless. The Savagery met with brilliant observation and a keen elvish intellect. His stature seeming to be frail but just a shadow of his true Soul. He lunged down at Rheksas, the shadows coiling around him, before the explosion of light that caused him to screech in pain; this holy explosion causing a gust of wind, which removed the last torchlight. He twisted and melded into the shadows; His chattering commencing, followed now with a threatening guttering growl deepend with a dark presence.

CrystalOnyx: -Hildria followed Rheksas as best as she could, them being stopped by a field of darkness that led up the second floor. As she turned back, she witnessed as Rheksas held a medallion and shouted some words. She noticed as the servant of the Master came from the roof and was stunned by the light. She pulled off her axe, missing Rheksas as she swung down in an attempt to slice the being in half or at least wound him. The swing had force behind it, when it touched the floor it cracked it making rubble and small pieces of marble. It was loud and echoed against the walls as her knuckles were white from gripping the mahogany handle.-

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VampyrVixen: "Oh my..." Mal'khar would slide himself out of the way of the liquid heaved towards him. The armored man's body seemed to stretch and move to his form even though it would normally limit other beings. It melded oddly to him, moving with every motion. He soon was standing, almost strutting towards Lorian as if to mock him. "Good intentions, terrible aim there, sir." He would giggle with a lighthearted tone. He stood pristinely, like he was some sort of king that was about to give some sort of meaningful speech. "My My... Making a mess of my carpets? How rude of a guest, Not even cleaning it up? Hm...." His eyes danced upon a saturated spot in his red and black elvish styled carpet. He brings a hand to chin, stroking it in thought. "The Sae'ala made quite a mess not too long ago as well, but that was much more enjoyable in my case." He drew his eyes to Lorian's form, his voice rung with subtle lust that could only raise ears to what he actually meant. "Maybe I should teach you how to hit some time soon, like this." He would attempt to slice off his extended hand, a sadistic grin now showing upon his cheeks.

Rakarth: *Lorian's gaze kept upon Mal'khar as he'd shift his form around and spoke about Esylana, his mind went to his words and finally realised what he meant* "Yo-" *He'd be cut short by this blade slamming against his already extended left hand and with his eyes widened with shock as he mis-calculated this entire situation the blade buried deep within the hand but didn't cut it completely, combination of blood being hardened like iron and bone stopping it but still a shriek of raw pain escaped Lorian's lips as he'd growl in a more animalistic rage.* "Burn!" *Like that the moisture in the air began to thicken before an angered Lorian then brought Mizu back in what appeared to be a rather powerful attempt to impale the Vampire in his chest as he was close, aiming to drive it all the way through into his spinal cord but the truth was he was using the already magically imbued water from the stream to come back into three, sharp tendrils that flung out..Two aiming to hit the left side of the Vampire and dig into his physical form whilst the other attempted to pierce the arm with the blade, in sync with his own attack it was clear Lorian was being driven by emotion than actual logic right now. Determination and pain filling his eyes as he'd know that this went from a laid back duel to one where he was going to get serious, this opponent was one that he miscaluclated and the end goal became alot harder to achieve with the way he was acting..He required to incapcitate him and let the other two obtain Esylana..Conclusion: Eliminate this filth, make him suffer for what he's insuinating he did to Esylana and walk out of here..Alive.*

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CrystalOnyx: -Pulling back, Hildria picked her axe up and moved away toward the black wall. She watched as Rheksas came in for another blow, the song of his sword ringing in her ears as her golden eyes seemed to melt with annoyance of this creature.-

MrMurasaki: As Vyle was made aware of and descended upon them he was met with the slashing axe of Hildaria, He maneuvered through the air landing on her axe avoiding the strike. His bloodthirsty eyes looked into hers as he sat on her now planted Axe. His tongue snaked to her and he let out a gutteral growl before his head darted towards Rheksas. He launched forward pushing her back a bit, he coiled through the shadows only to meet the blade of Rheksas, it sent him flying through the air shadows faded from him in his soar. He was caught by the slash of Hildaria, although the angle just slightly off for a true cleaving blow. the creature launched into the shadows, crashing in what would appear to be a cabinet. The loud piercing shriek bellowed into the depths of the mansion. "Curses you filthy vermin! Master treats you kindly and this is how you pay us? Curses that blade you have, it buuuurns it buuuurns." it seethed through its jagged teeth. in the shadows it drew from its side two hooked curved hand blades and sliced them together making sparks that showed his open gapping jagged maw, his tongue coiling in the air. "I cut you up real good, blood is blood and tonight you're mine." He leaned down the cut in his arm caused it to twitch uncontrolably but the pain was starting to become second nature to him. His deep dark voice bellowed. "Shadows Take You!" Vyle launched forward coiling, the cone of shadows dispersed around Hildaria who had Vyle on her shoulder and he sank his jagged mouth deep intho her shoulder, clenching down. He kicked off her chest and coiled through the shadows into Rheksas. He cross slashed his two blades into his chest upon the shadowstep collision.

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VampyrVixen: Mal'khar focus was completely on Lorian. He could care less about the woman, nor the man... or even his dear servant. The truth still laid that he wouldn't care the little Vyle being sliced into small measly bits by the strangers. The servant that was so loyal to him was but only a simple pawn upon his chest board to move as he see fits and begs for praise like a dog that just learned a new trick. That's all he was, a pet. His handsome face stretched with sadistic desire upon hearing the man's screams. It was like music echos in his ears, writing a symphony in crimson filled with despair and agony. "You know, I'm much more accustomed to a woman's screams, but yours will do for now I suppose." His blue eyes filled with primal desire. But feeling the hot mist around him, he hissed showing his long thick fangs for all to see. For a moment, He gazed at him like a predator about to strike it's prey down. He grits his teeth at the man, moving to strike. His body is stopped by the tendrils tunneling into his side and on barreling into his chest. A splash of blood would be coughed upon Lorian's face, and dripping upon his silky platinum hair. Instead of the anger in his eyes moments prior, he backs away from him upon the carpet. His lips curl with intent. "Amazing form.. You caught me off guard competely. Well done.." He breathes a heavy sigh, prepping himself for another swing. "I'm quite lucky i'm not even alive." Instead another attack with his sword, he lifts his hand, a swirl of dark energy created in the form of an orb. It swirls like the souls of the damned were in his hand, and now Shooting toward Lorian with an attempt of attack.

Rakarth: "I must admit..It's been sometime since someone was capable of making me get serious..I applaud you if I could Mal'khar.." *He stated as the creature began his retreat and he'd get ready as the tendrils kept inside the before an orb of raw energy began to form, he could feel it's energy being conentrated and bent to the will of the vile creature infront of him before it was fired ferociously at Lorian, he'd go to dodge the attack as a soft* "That's new.." *Escaped his lips before it'd impact into his chest, bypassing the hardened blood and for a second he stood there..Nothing happened before a ripple of shadowy mist danced across his form and past him and a thooming shockwave that sent Lorian from his current position, off his feet and enough distance to still have him indented into the wall behind him.Leather boots landing on the floor as he'd fall onto his knees immediately, dizzy as crimson left his lips and fell onto the floor with a violent cough..He'd keep his head down for a moment longer before a voice whispered in his head* "Get up..You're the direct decendant of Drakon Castellan..You..Bow your head..To..No one..Get..Up!" *Lorian began to force his physical form up as the blood was still flowing normally, using it to keep his left hand on. He began to recite something for a second as he'd lift up Mizu* "I..Am soft like embers, only consuming what I must in order to survive..But when threatened..I'll unleash a raging inferno that'll consume all in my path..For that is what it is..To become..FIre!" *Rage in his eyes as the tendrils in him would extend rapidly in order to entrap him in his current position, aiming to dart out like thorns outside of him body and stick into the ground. Air around him began to heat up rapidly before condensing as this huge sphere of intense heat was formed but out of rage and destruction, Dark fire had been formed as he'd then thrust Mizu forward in order to send it directly at the Vampire but also at the stairway that he'd had blocked*

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Rheksas: If Rheksas either couldn’t guard himself in time or simply chose not to, the world may never know. But Vyle’s blades struck true, slicing harmlessly off the curve of his breastplate, leaving twin gashes all the same but doing no real damage to Rheksas himself. Rheksas howled with laughter, the force of the vampire’s blows displaced by the shape of his tempered steel. “You’ll have to try harder than that!” came his maddening cackle as he swooped in on the undead thrall, whirling his sword into another slashing arc. This time it traveled right to left, moving into a horizontal stroke punctuated by righting his form so as to not fall into his own momentum. Where he struck was of no consequence: the upper body was preferable and in fact aimed for, but any place would do. Leather armor was poor defense against the Sword of Grudges, emboldened as it was with its hatred for the undead. Whatever he knew of the stairway, and whether it was open to him, was still up in the air. His bloodlust commanded him to see Vyle defeated.

CrystalOnyx: -Hildria only winced as she felt the irritating pierce of the disgusting creatures' jagged teeth sink into her shoulder. It was enough to draw blood as it ran down her bare arm. A light of some sort was coming down the hall fast, almost too fast react.- "Get down!" -She shouted to Rheksas before she moved out of the way to the normal wall of the building. The ball of fire crashed into the wall of darkness, the sound ringing in their ears as it bursted into embers. The wall was weakened a bit, maybe even a small crack could be seen.-

MrMurasaki: Vyle had chattered in delight as his strikes hit, while not damaging the lust still burned in his eyes. He jumped off Rheksas chest and twirled through the air, landing and glaring at him. He dodged and evaded the swings but the form was perfect, the swordsplay top notch. He evaded although inch by inch the blade cut into his armour and into his flesh stinging. Gutteral shrieks cried out as his flesh smoldered, he coiled backwards the shaddows surrounding him as he once again faded into the darkness of the room. a hiss filled the air followed by his chattering, his blades sheathed and his teeth and claws bared as well as his ambitions. He felt it, the blood that now slightly trickled the cheek of Rheksas from the slightest shrapnel that chisled off the blade of Vyle, the caked on black coagulated blood holding the piece to his cheek. Vyles nostrils flared and his tongue coiled. With a loud bellowing cry he coiled forward the immense anger in Rheksas brought on even more now with his newfound cut caused him to steady his form, the creature coiled forth and in a mighty cutting slice he sent Vyle soaring through the air towards the stiars. The explosion of the fire engulfing him as he passed, his body easily passed through the barrier and his body slammed into the stiars then recoiled upwards. The gutteral shriek of Vyle was met with the scratch marks of his scurry to guard Esy from her saviours.

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VampyrVixen: "Ah yes..." He chuckles to the hand that has it's skin partly dangling of his wrist. His eyes trail up, to meet Lorians with a respectful look. Not only did he have the courage to face him especially one on one, he was determined to slice the vampire lord done. Does he even know who Mal'khar is? The son of Lord Death and The Demon Nerexie, the union that would create the first vampire. The father of them all, and yet no fear was stricken upon his face. Only primal rage and emotions would be surging through the man. "Your emotions control you... What was this creature to you?" Reminded of how Verik was towards him for how he treated the young drow. How she and him were wed, thinking he was gone completely. How wrong they were... Though losing someone who somewhat understood his motives, that's what he missed. Being understood somehow. He pursed his lips thinking about the past so much so he didn't even know he had actually hit the man. His mind was clouded as he became frustrated with himself. His eyes less angered, and more softened with disappointment. Must it really be this way? He came back in the worse way, feeling his body be ensnared by the thorn, entrapping him in the tensrils grasp. He filled his frigid skin stretch and break, the tearing sound of his fleshy fabric being ripped was grueling to hear. He grit his teeth as he resists a cough, though it quite was inevitable. He was stuck. He glanced at the Lord with no seeming emotions, he soon raised his hand a sprial of dark air in his grasp filter and slithering around his fingers as he speak. "Go back to your home Lorian, take your comrades too. Don't stop until you're through and through." The aura circling his hand glows, as he attempts to cast this geas and perusasde or rather force him to leave.

Rakarth: *He felt something wash over, a sensation for him to leave but it was only for a split second..The pain that was dancing up his body combined with the sheer amount of will Lorian had allowed him to shrug it off this time but no small part was to be on Mal'khars behalf, he wasn't arrogant enough to believe he was powerful enough to shrug it off and gave a big part of it to the absolute sheer pain he must be going through with the thorns in his body. Lorian spoke in a raspy and exhausted tone now* "N..N..Nobody..C..Commands me.." *The blade was lifted up as he'd then bring it back in a ferocious manner as the Dark fire behind Mal'khar that had exploded began to expand at a rapid wake, coming toward him like a devastating wave of fire, hellbent on consuming him..Alongside the fact embers began to spark up fires around the room and outside of course. He'd note however that Esylana was still his objective and was going to sacrifice this in order to obtain her, charging the blade up in order for the flame to consume heavily the roof above them before shooting streams of water from underneath Rheksas and Hildria's feet, to be shot right at the currently weakened area..Not really knowing where Esylana was but it'd get them to the second floor, the wave of flame would then come crashing down to flood the entirely room beneath them..*

Rheksas: Rheksas barely had the time to follow up on whatever became of Vyle before he was ducking out of the way of fire and being shunted up onto the second floor by way of water geysers. The ceiling hadn’t completely given way where he hit, so his poor backside had to make rubble of it himself. It was all quite sudden, leaving a bewildered Rheksas to stumble about in the hallway, coughing upon dust. “Blech,” he complained to no one, hunched over with his back doing more hurting from the impact than from anything these vampires had yet done to him. He meandered drunkenly down the corridor, his armor scraping against the wall as he, very eventually, righted himself only to throw his weight into the only door he found. “Esylana!” he crooned, the Sword of Grudges glowing only faintly now. Boy, he wished he had an axe right about now.

CrystalOnyx: -Everything was happening so fast, she lost sight of the being Vyle and was soon shot up by water. The roof wasn't completely out of the way so when she hit it, she barrled her unhurt shoulder into his. The roof broke away as they both landed on the second floor. It took her moment as she stood, placing her axe onto her back as she watch Rheksas stumble down the corridor. She followed as the dust settled and soon they were at hopefully where Esylana was. The door was opened quickly and Hildria pushed passed Rheksas to get into the room, eager to see her friend.-

MrMurasaki: After ricocheting off the Wall and rolling down the stairs Vyle hobbled to his feet, the cuts of that sacred blade still burned deep. His pace hindered he was a broken mess, his chest gashed open and oozing black tar like blood the lower jaw hung down. Still attatched but dangling from his bones being shattered. Anger burned deep inside, partly because of failure but bloodlust. "Damn cursed villainous hexsies!" He bellowed out one arm hung broken dangling at his side the other clenched his stomach. He let out a low gutteral cough, spewing out more tar like blood. He collapsed into the gorund... His gaping nostrils wafted and his eyes shot open. The small pool of blood left by the slicing of Lorians hand pooled before him. The cracked smirk of Vyle was plastered on his caved face. His long black tongue snaked to it and coiled aorund the pool, he licked every last drop. His bones began to slowly crack in place although he was still very broken. "Next time... You will not win..." With the bit of strength the Blood gave him he coiled backwards into the shadows of the Mansion, despite what his Master previously said he was going to go drain the blood bag he had brought him earlier.

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Esylana: Esylana had briefly passed out - she must have, because she didn't remember time passing between Mal'khar leaving and the sudden sound of her name being called, followed by Rheksas and Hildria bursting into the room she was in. She raised her head slightly, but immediately regretted doing so as the room spun around her, and the bruise on her neck reminded her that her windpipe had been crushed only, what, minutes ago? She didn't move, she could feel the searing throbbing pain in her arm, and leg, and she finally gasped out, "I'm...here...please, help..."

Rheksas: After barreling into the room, Rheksas gathered his wits in time to see Hildria stride past him. And it was then he laid eyes on Esylana, realizing what he must do. “Hildria, we must away… with Lorian,” he said, straightening himself. From what he saw of their mutual friend, she was hurt, and in a bad way. He’d been injured too many times himself and done more injuring than he could account for not to have developed some skill in diagnosing these things. “We have to regroup,” he continued, his face sober and unsmiling. “Within the empire, if we must. I know you must be thinking to take her and fly but look.” Rheksas motioned to Esylana, “she is hardly in any condition to travel. You cannot expect to treat her on the road or to keep her well enough to continue her pilgrimage. This has all been… too much. The volcano and now this? She will die long before we finish at this rate, and that I won’t allow. This Castellan fellow… he has a plan. But if that plan is not to my liking, we will take advantage of his courtesy and flee at the first chance. Esylana has suffered enough, however; bring her with us and let her rest for a time.”

CrystalOnyx: -Hildira was frozen in her steps as she laid her eyes upon her friend. Rage welled up within her as she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Tears even threatened to fall from her eyes, but she soon blinked them away. She listened to Rheksas' words as a sigh escaped her lips.- "Fine, we take her to the Empire. ." -She soon moved over to Esylana's side looking over the bruised and broken woman. She didn't want to touch her as she could see the badly bent arm and the clearly broken leg. The man was a monster, he even defiled her poor body. All she could do was laid a soft hand on the woman's cheek as she tried her best to blink more tear away.- "We need to set her bones and bind them." -Remembering the talks they had, they meant so little at the time but now they would come in handy.-

Esylana: "No...not the Empire," she whispered in protest, though she really knew that whatever happened with her now was completely beyond her control - she was too tired, too ill, and too broken. She needed rest and medical attention. Something she suspected that Elleinad would not allow her if she saw her like this. Even now, she could hear the gloating voice in her mind - she'd never seen Elleinad in a mortal body, but she knew her taunts and mannerisms all too well. "Please..."

Rheksas: “The empire is unravelling,” Rheksas answered, even knowing Esylana was likely delirious with pain or illness, or both given her luck. “I want us to be on the winning side. Many leylines are already active, and there’s no going back from that. Bind her limbs as it pleases you, Hildria. But we must make haste.”

CrystalOnyx: -Hildira quickly bound her wounds and wrapped her up as gently as possible into a blanket. She soon picked up the woman like so many times before and headed out of the mansion whether Rheksas or the man Lorian followed.-

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VampyrVixen: He didn't assume it worked or not, but he tried to concentrate all he could in his situation, gritted teeth and grinding them as he resist crying out in pain even as his body locked with the thorns. Mal'khar brows were furrowed with utter wrath now. Just a little more, but the sprials soon dissipated in his hand as if they were never there as all. He stared for a moment at his hand, seeing every particle of the elements that he obtained disappeared and wisping away from him. His expression soon looked numb, nothing. Emptiness. The power this warlock once had taken away from him again, not knowing when it would return or if it would return. Keeping Esylana there would ensure he always had a source and a bit of pay back for the factor her soul was the one that looked away both his father and mother. One day, he knows they will walk the world again, spreading the influece of undeath and chaos, but not now. Esylana is who he had to worry about right now. His magick source. Within in moments of his thoughts, He felt the thorns dfade, leaving his body bloodied and damaged with skin torn and stretched by the tendrils. He felt his steels boots and armor heat up quickly like it was to seer his skin. His armor was an oven that would slowly roast him "alive" if he is not too careful. He gritted his teeth, Glaring at Lorian. "I must cut this little skrimish short, I have other things to attend to..."He intended to search away from him for holes in the flames, attempting to get to the stairs. To get to his power sources. He knew his legs was be burned horrible, but Magick equals restoration magic. After the agonizing run through the fire, not allowing his locks to catch in the inferno. He finds himself upon the staring wincing in anguish as he pulls himself upon the stares to reach his prize.

Rakarth: "W..Wha..What?!" *Lorian shrieked in absolute rage as his mana acted accordingly, the flames being imbued with more mana and spreading like a virus acorss the ground floor..Nobody walked away from Lorian not when it was this close! He'd condense the moisture around his feet and bring himself up through the hole, being far faster than Mal'khar could get up the stairs and dragged himself to the doorway, hopefully beating him so as he'd run past it Lorian would then lift up his left hand, letting the blood string out like an intricate spiders web..Razor sharp from the iron in his blood to string up and cut into the soft flesh of Mal'khar and threaten to tear him into bloody chunks of flesh and meat if he'd continue his rush toward Esylana.*

VampyrVixen: "I have plans, sir, and you originally weren't part of them. Now, you're a factor. A factor that matches me. You've been fun to play with, and I did not wish for it to end anytime soon, but I told you already, I don't share what is mine, Understood?" Seeing Lorian as the base of the steps, his low voice would rumble through the smokey air. it was difficult to not show distress nor voice it. The anguish was written in his eyes, and it was clear to Lorian as well. But the hard crimson webs that were so close to cutting into his skin, he reached out with his claws snapping them as if they were weakened. "Why do you insist on ruining my plans? A man like you I'm sure has your own to fulfill.." Taking his blade in both his hands, he fully intended to use the blunt edge of this slab of iron to bat Lorian into the nearby wall.

Rakarth: "You've gotten in the way of my vision Mal'khar..Nobody will ever interfere with such without remembering my name for the rest of their lives." *He'd note the man getting ready to bat Lorian away but he'd swiftly duck underneath the attack, shouting down to Rheksas and Hildria* "Depart now!" *He'd then swing his left hand out to utilise another web of razor sharp web to grab and entangle Mal'khar but furthermore the middle of it had the Castellan sigil so if successful would imbed that and scar him for the rest of his time remembering what happened, before attempting to throw him furiously back down the hole that Lorian utilised to get up here into the fiery depths below..*

VampyrVixen: "And you're quite in the way of mine." He winces, barring his sharp fangs as he stares in the man's eyes. "One day, Undead will be walking amoung the world. So will Death Himself. I will ensure that future will on course, and I will not allow anyone to take that from me, Not even you Lorian." Mal'khar would hiss at him as the razor like webbing soon wrap around him. He wished to make a swipe his sword, but the exhasution set in, as did his injury and the sigil being burned into his pale skin. He soon felt himself tipping down the stairs. He reaches out to grasp upon the man before him, but the webbing prevented it. His blonde locks flew infront of him as he tumbled down the steps towards the fury of the inferno that burns like the nine hells themselves.