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November 21st '05, 06:59 PM
(For one quick note...I am NOT Blade from Blade the movie...nor do I follow Blade's philosophy on Vampires. )
`The man rode around the plains, mounted apon his warhouse Anhk, a razor. He grinned darkly, his white teeth looking like tombstones. He had three companions - General Primal, General Grodin, and Shadow Knight Edmund. - All three old friends of his, all old friends. Behind him, multipule men were amassed. All had come to serve him, wanting to eradicate the filthy bloodsuckers, the Vampyr, from their lands. Whores and following families trailed behind the army. Altogether, after beginning his conquest in this plains he had....four thousand, perhaps? No matter, though, for his beloved Shadow Knights were the entire mass of the army. Save a few like Grodin. Idling he thumbed the lapis lazuli ring on his finger, the sun glinting off his armour. He wore heavy black steel gauntlets, with a sword piercing an Ankh on the palms. Bracers met them and were colored a blood crimson, reaching his elbows where the armour took over. Underneath he wore a golden chainmail, with a heavy breastplate and arm guards. The armguards had several jaggedly curved spikes rising from them. The breastplate was a blackish red, with a roaring lion placed in the center of the chest. It connected to gilded belt which appeared to be thousands of small bones placed together heavily. Leading off the belt silk breeches came with leggings much like his arm-guards and steel-tipped boots. A metal kilt hung around him as well, and two swords hung from the belt. One appeared for fanciful show, the other looked like a real weapon. Around his neck hung an amulate, a piece of gold that seemed to bend and waver when looked at. Emeralds decorated the rim, with a triad of amethyst, topaz and tigerstone in the center with a lapis lazuli in the center of the three. He heard a bow snap and from a patch of trees an arrow flew at him. He idly watched as Edmund snatched it out of the air an inch infront of his face. He put on his helmet, the dark blood crimson with curled rams horns atop it with a dragon's on the front. He moved the face-guard infront of him and looked out through the eye sight slants. Another bow snapped and and the archer in the tree fell screaming.` Stupid little creattures they are, eh, Primal?
-Primal- The old man laughed heartily. "Yes, truly M'Lord. Shall we check how the building is going?"
Blade - "Yes, yes, we should." He heeled Ankh around and set off at a trot towards the army, where men and women and soldiers were building a fortress, which was already very quickly underway...
~~~~SoMe TiMe LaTeR~~~
`Blade sat idly on a stool in the center of raised tarps, in a tent at the center of it all. Around the small area reserved for him and the Generals people were working on the fortress. A man, dressed in the offical armour - White chain-armour covering the body with a breastplate, leggings arm-guards and such. On his helmet were two gold circles. An officer then. If a very low officer. He stood to attention and handed him a sheet of parchment. "The scouts have returned, My Lord. They report there is a village not to far off from where we are now presently located, Sire." He nodded absently, reading over the parchment telling him some details of the village sighted from afar. "Primal?"
-Primal- "Yes, M'Lord?"
-Blade- "Take fifty Shadow Knights and a hundred footmen. A few Knights, if you want. Strap the Cases onto the footmen's back, incase you have trouble. Raid the village, enforce our rule and kill any of those blood-sucking vermin you find, got it? And...have fun."
-Primal- "Yes, my Lord. I shall do as you wish." He grabbed the officer by the shoulder and took him along after bowing deeply to Blade. Outside he heard Primal yelling orders as soldiers prepared themselves. "Get up, you swine! We are to occupy a village not to far off. We'll spill the blood-sippers' guts!" Men began to cheer but at a loud crack they hushed. Blade idly wondered who had just had their skull cracked open. "Bring out the White Cases, now! Footmen, load them onto your backs. Don' worry, 'eh, after we've cleansed the place the Lord says we can 'ave some fun. I hope the women there have big mouths." Racious laughtered poured through the camp and Blade chuckled. Standing up he walked outside, seeing several women blushing darkly, others glaring heatedly at the soldiers and Primal. He tapped Primal on the shoulder. "Should you find anyone of importance, bring him or her to me. I am thirty." By his tone he wasn't talking of the nessessity of drink. "Yes M'Lord" Primal replied after a moment and mounted his steed Thunder Dancer after a man brought the horse out. They all began marching towards the village and Blade idly went about aiding construction.
-Primal- Supreme General Primal kept his horse at a trot, the soldiers marching behind him in a u shaped formation. One of the scouts was beside him, telling him where to go and he listened but his thoughts wandered. Lord Blade acted as if he honestly believed he could purge the world of all vampires. It must be a joke. Primal believed him wanted to start an Empire but to decimate all Vampires? Ha. But....could he really want to try? Primal would do anything for the boy but that would take so long. Longer then the boy had, unless he transformed himself to a Shadow Knight. He probably would. As they came in veiw of the village the soldiers halted and the infantry began to pour through the main gate, drawing weapons. Primal led his steed through the throng. Every one of the solders had a glass case strapped to their backs, filled with a white substance. Those would secure the area, hopefully. He prayed this place didn't end up a battlefield like a dozen other villages had. But then again, a dozen others had submitted, they had purified it, and taken all the goods they needed. The soldiers began to feel up women as they secured the streets. A man or two shouted and tried attacking them. One youth, across the street from Primal grasped a woman's waist, taking a feel while rudely kissing her. As he broke it he was struck by an infurated man, which punched the lad in the face and definately broke his nose well - never to be straight again - but was impaled through the gullet and then severed in half from that point up. The woman screamed and fainted. He stepped into the town square, announcing in a piercing gravel voice. "I am Supreme General Primal, vassal of Emperor Lord Blade, Emperor of Va'Sailein. He claims this village for his. Submit all Vampyrs to us, and we will not cause you strife." Screams rose up. Va'Sailein, ment in an ancient tongue Vampire Hunters, or rather Vamphunt. The banners had it imprinted with VaMPHuNT beneath them. He unconciously fingered the amulate around his neck, laying across his sky-blue coloured brestplate.`
`The man rode around the plains, mounted apon his warhouse Anhk, a razor. He grinned darkly, his white teeth looking like tombstones. He had three companions - General Primal, General Grodin, and Shadow Knight Edmund. - All three old friends of his, all old friends. Behind him, multipule men were amassed. All had come to serve him, wanting to eradicate the filthy bloodsuckers, the Vampyr, from their lands. Whores and following families trailed behind the army. Altogether, after beginning his conquest in this plains he had....four thousand, perhaps? No matter, though, for his beloved Shadow Knights were the entire mass of the army. Save a few like Grodin. Idling he thumbed the lapis lazuli ring on his finger, the sun glinting off his armour. He wore heavy black steel gauntlets, with a sword piercing an Ankh on the palms. Bracers met them and were colored a blood crimson, reaching his elbows where the armour took over. Underneath he wore a golden chainmail, with a heavy breastplate and arm guards. The armguards had several jaggedly curved spikes rising from them. The breastplate was a blackish red, with a roaring lion placed in the center of the chest. It connected to gilded belt which appeared to be thousands of small bones placed together heavily. Leading off the belt silk breeches came with leggings much like his arm-guards and steel-tipped boots. A metal kilt hung around him as well, and two swords hung from the belt. One appeared for fanciful show, the other looked like a real weapon. Around his neck hung an amulate, a piece of gold that seemed to bend and waver when looked at. Emeralds decorated the rim, with a triad of amethyst, topaz and tigerstone in the center with a lapis lazuli in the center of the three. He heard a bow snap and from a patch of trees an arrow flew at him. He idly watched as Edmund snatched it out of the air an inch infront of his face. He put on his helmet, the dark blood crimson with curled rams horns atop it with a dragon's on the front. He moved the face-guard infront of him and looked out through the eye sight slants. Another bow snapped and and the archer in the tree fell screaming.` Stupid little creattures they are, eh, Primal?
-Primal- The old man laughed heartily. "Yes, truly M'Lord. Shall we check how the building is going?"
Blade - "Yes, yes, we should." He heeled Ankh around and set off at a trot towards the army, where men and women and soldiers were building a fortress, which was already very quickly underway...
~~~~SoMe TiMe LaTeR~~~
`Blade sat idly on a stool in the center of raised tarps, in a tent at the center of it all. Around the small area reserved for him and the Generals people were working on the fortress. A man, dressed in the offical armour - White chain-armour covering the body with a breastplate, leggings arm-guards and such. On his helmet were two gold circles. An officer then. If a very low officer. He stood to attention and handed him a sheet of parchment. "The scouts have returned, My Lord. They report there is a village not to far off from where we are now presently located, Sire." He nodded absently, reading over the parchment telling him some details of the village sighted from afar. "Primal?"
-Primal- "Yes, M'Lord?"
-Blade- "Take fifty Shadow Knights and a hundred footmen. A few Knights, if you want. Strap the Cases onto the footmen's back, incase you have trouble. Raid the village, enforce our rule and kill any of those blood-sucking vermin you find, got it? And...have fun."
-Primal- "Yes, my Lord. I shall do as you wish." He grabbed the officer by the shoulder and took him along after bowing deeply to Blade. Outside he heard Primal yelling orders as soldiers prepared themselves. "Get up, you swine! We are to occupy a village not to far off. We'll spill the blood-sippers' guts!" Men began to cheer but at a loud crack they hushed. Blade idly wondered who had just had their skull cracked open. "Bring out the White Cases, now! Footmen, load them onto your backs. Don' worry, 'eh, after we've cleansed the place the Lord says we can 'ave some fun. I hope the women there have big mouths." Racious laughtered poured through the camp and Blade chuckled. Standing up he walked outside, seeing several women blushing darkly, others glaring heatedly at the soldiers and Primal. He tapped Primal on the shoulder. "Should you find anyone of importance, bring him or her to me. I am thirty." By his tone he wasn't talking of the nessessity of drink. "Yes M'Lord" Primal replied after a moment and mounted his steed Thunder Dancer after a man brought the horse out. They all began marching towards the village and Blade idly went about aiding construction.
-Primal- Supreme General Primal kept his horse at a trot, the soldiers marching behind him in a u shaped formation. One of the scouts was beside him, telling him where to go and he listened but his thoughts wandered. Lord Blade acted as if he honestly believed he could purge the world of all vampires. It must be a joke. Primal believed him wanted to start an Empire but to decimate all Vampires? Ha. But....could he really want to try? Primal would do anything for the boy but that would take so long. Longer then the boy had, unless he transformed himself to a Shadow Knight. He probably would. As they came in veiw of the village the soldiers halted and the infantry began to pour through the main gate, drawing weapons. Primal led his steed through the throng. Every one of the solders had a glass case strapped to their backs, filled with a white substance. Those would secure the area, hopefully. He prayed this place didn't end up a battlefield like a dozen other villages had. But then again, a dozen others had submitted, they had purified it, and taken all the goods they needed. The soldiers began to feel up women as they secured the streets. A man or two shouted and tried attacking them. One youth, across the street from Primal grasped a woman's waist, taking a feel while rudely kissing her. As he broke it he was struck by an infurated man, which punched the lad in the face and definately broke his nose well - never to be straight again - but was impaled through the gullet and then severed in half from that point up. The woman screamed and fainted. He stepped into the town square, announcing in a piercing gravel voice. "I am Supreme General Primal, vassal of Emperor Lord Blade, Emperor of Va'Sailein. He claims this village for his. Submit all Vampyrs to us, and we will not cause you strife." Screams rose up. Va'Sailein, ment in an ancient tongue Vampire Hunters, or rather Vamphunt. The banners had it imprinted with VaMPHuNT beneath them. He unconciously fingered the amulate around his neck, laying across his sky-blue coloured brestplate.`