The Perpetual Twilight RP

Claws of wind tore at the riding undead. With every sweep of her odachi, a flurry of wind fly forward, shredding all in its path. The original enemies that had surrounded her had been cut down to only 10. *Huff* *puff* Not....bad. Not bad at all... Her short flurry of magic had drained her tank to almost 0. All she could do was to defend and fall back. As weak as she had become, holding off 10 calvarymen wouldn't be too troublesome.

It took the guard another 30 seconds before she reached the Prince. With a surge of strenght, Henrietta plunged her sword into the spearmen's stomach. Your Highness, are you alright? she asked, offering her hand to the Prince.
 
John knew what the dark spearmen was going to do. The Umbran soldier charged at John an tried to stab him with the spear, but at the last second, John narrowly dodged it and then use to the other end of the Crux staff to trip the Umbran soldier up, and then stab his face while he's down, killing him.

"Everybody!!!" John yelled, "To the catacombs!!! We must reach the tombs with haste if the prince is to survive. I'll hold these clowns off, then I'll meet you over there!!!

John twirled the naginata and turned towards the innmumerabe Umbran soldiers who are gunning for the Prince. They were greatly weakened by Henrietta attack, but with the threat of reinforcements, John could not take the chance. He swings at them with the Naginata, with every clean sweep, a force of wind came out, mowing down any remaining forces that are left standing.
 
"Not alone you wont"Stefan said to John"I have somthing against this Rhade guy and am not about to let the Prince die so a weakling like him would rule"Stefan said smirking.

He was ready to fight all these enemies that stood in between him, even though he isnt really the fighting type he still loves to make people bleed after what he did to his parents.
 
Amelia rose her hand, and undead began to swarm at the Prince, moaning, their putrid breath washing over the area as a dull cloud of pale orange began to descend over the area, thick and cloying.
The frontman of the half-dozen undead slashed at the Prince with rotting hands as they groaned, the corpses of servants that had served the Prince visible amongst them.
 
"I'm fine!" Markus shouted as he slashed the undead. He was going to end this now, he sheathed his blade and ran the final one hundred metres to the entrance of the tomb. The huge, looming door made of pure white marble seemed to glow with radiance. Markus thrust out his hand and slammed it against the royal seal on the door. A bright light shot out from it and within Markus' mind he began to choose the people he wished to come inside with him, just in case he was close enough for the magic of light to grab hold of him he whispered into his mind the name Jacel. The bright light engulfed those he had thought of and suddenly the world disappeared from around Markus. Everything around him was white and then it began to take form.

A large white corridor with pure white coffins lay side by side in the middle of the floor, a metre apart from each other. Markus sighed in relief as he stepped forward and sat on the floor, awaiting the others to join him. There was NO WAY WHATSOEVER for those with evil intentions to someone of the royal family or any of their associates to enter the tomb.
 
Stefan growled at the undead and his sword turned a black color and he slashed down and the floor rumbled below him and black hands grabbed some of the undead that were grabbing at the prince.Stefan then ran at the monsters and slashed them away with a few slashes.

"Go back away to Hell were you belong"Stefan said smirking and slashing more of the monsters trying to grab at him.
 
There was a moment of "Oh shit" in the mind of Solstice as the Prince ran for the Tombs, activating the powerful ancient magicks that dwell within. She knew what was going to happen, naturally, but there was a knot of fear in her stomach as the Prince vanished within first, the light taking him into its protective enclosure. She swallowed, forcing the lump in her throat as the light reached out for her, grasping her firmly. Whereas the Prince had been granted access without question, for he was of the Royal Lineage, pure of heart and light, Solstice had a rougher ride.

If it hadn't been for that pure, unbridled killer instinct, the Assassin would have followed the Prince immediately. As it was, the light both wanted to drag her to the boy but also to keep her away. She felt explosed as the intense white searched her very soul, touching deep inside her as though trying to divine every ounce of purity within her. And then it touched upon her heart, soft caresses within the purest part of her being. Seemingly satisfied, the Light urged her forwards and she emerged in the tombs.

There was but a moment when she stood different, one wing black and the other shimmering white. But then it lifted like a sleep-induced haze would do upon blinking.

Solstice tutted and sheathed her blade. "What a bitch," she muttered before allowing a soft smile to light up her typically solemn face. "Looks like we're safe... for now," she moved towards the Prince, legs folded one over the other as the girl sat beside him. "And how are you, Prince?" Her head tilted slightly, eyes now back to their gentle green.

I just hope the others make it through ok...


((It'd be greatly appreciated if posts stuck to the five line minimum rule please. We're getting to the point where detail is going to be important to the story.))
 
With the zombies advancing, John swung at them with his naginata. He swung downward at one of them, only for more to take it's place. As the young Memorian warrior continued striking, two more continued to grab at him. John then realized that there was no way neither he nor Stefan can possibly defeat them all.

Suddenly, a light appeared behin him, in the direction of where the tombs are and where the prince went to. John removed the blade from his staff and sheathed it in his holster. He then told Stefan, "Let us go my friend." The light grabbed John and took the man into the blinding light.

As the light began to take form, John couldn't help but wonder. "I hope that these people made it out ok." The man then saw the bright white tombs. Thse tombs were of former Kings and Queens of the Crystair's past. It was there that he noticed Prince Markus and his trusted escort sitting beside each other. "Your Majesty" John said, as he kneeled in front of him. "Our kingdom, it's really in a lot of hell isn't it. But I'm thankful you're still alive, as long as you live, the heart of this nation shall not be destroyed. I wish I could say the same for my parents and their homelands to the south."
 
Just in time, Henrietta had pulled her odachi out of another undead spearmen when she felt a tug at the hem of her armour. The tug became more and more strong when at once, she seemingly was sucked out of the world. eyes wide open from shock, Henrietta did not have enough time to even shout when she was spat back outwards onto the ground. Her sword clattered to the ground as she landed on her wounded leg. Around her were rows of tomb in white marble. The Royal Tombs... she whispered in awe. The momentary stillness was broken when she saw the prince and John. Ignoring the searing pain in her leg and the blossoming red on her white dress tunic, Henrietta jogged up to the two and knelt next to John. Sire, I am glad that you are unharmed. What are your orders, Sir?
 
Stefan heard John and he nodded and sleathed his sword and ran into the light glowing from the tomb.He could tell if they stayed any longer they would be fight corpses for days on end and the Prince would never get out alive.As he entered the tomb he seen many people on the walls and noticed they were the Kings and Queen's of Crystair's past soon enough the Prince's parents would be on these walls.But he still had something pounder his mind over and over again the talk with Rhade and the girl he resuced if she woke and didnt see Stefan there she would probably think that he had be taken or left her to die, Stefan hoped she would never wake up not until he came back.
 
sheathing his sword Jacel began to run after the girl, barely a few seconds ahead he picked her up again, spotting a strange object in the ground while doing so. With his free hand he picked it up, to reveal it as a kunai. Knowing this to be a trail he quickly ran down the path. After putting a few miles of distance between himself and the castle he heard the sounds of a large force approaching... If engaged he would die quickly. Running further onwards he could make out the structure of some ruiins, quite likely everybody else was inside. Just as he was going to begin his charge he felt a strange feeling... Like he was being watched, something was wrong here...
 
Amelia stood up and drew her dark blade, staring at the dark metal, spelled with corrupt and negative energies. She stood, wings of darkest black unfurling from her cloak as she strode out of the door, her violet eyes gleaming with anticipation as she thought of the fallen soldiers who would die screaming.

It was time for the High Necromancer to come into play, and she didn't play fair.
 
Trees sway briskly in the wind, surrounding a small grove where wildflowers grow in abundance. Small wisps of smoke trail off from a small fire into the breeze, stinging the eyes of the two wayfairers lounging in its heat.

Evodie stands and rubs her eyes, moving out of the smoke as the wind shifts again. She crosses her arms tightly across her body, a small shiver goes up her spine.

"Sweet Earth Below, El, it's starting to freeze out here!" She snaps at her companion.

"Shhh!" Ellis waves her away, "I'm trying to think Ev, how am I suppost to do that with your constant nattering?"

"Think?" Evodie spits, "Think?! That would be a first in this whole ordeal! I'm cold and mad as hell, Ellis. You pulled me out here and now I want an explanation."

Ellis stares off into the flames of the crackling fire, acting as though he doesn't hear the demands of his sister. His knees are pulled up to his chest and a hand props his chin up. After many moments pass in silence, a sigh finally escapes from his lips.

"It should have worked." He says to the flames.

"What? Getting into the Tomb? You thought you could stare at it, offer me up and it would open to give you eternal protection?”

“You do have the Royal seal!” Ellis bursts out. Evodie looks at her brother, dumbfounded. Her eyes blank and her jaw slack, her face suddenly transforms into one of intense ridicule. She grabs at the soldier's uniform on her body.

“This?! Did you hit your head, or are you just dense, Ellis?” Evodie snaps a finger in his' face, “This is a Royal insignia, not a damn seal! The only people who have the seal are the Royal family! It's in their blood!”

Ellis stares back at his sister, a look of shear disbelief adorning his soft features. The next words sputter out of his mouth, as if his mind and speach are no longer connected properly.

“Wha...What?”

“Do you honestly think that a place of that value would be build with arcane magics allowing anyone with a symbol on their shirt in? Clearly the only person stupid enough to build something like that is you.”

“Clearly.”

“Only those with Royal permission can enter the tombs, it's all very official.”

“Of course.”

“You have to be someone of great importance to the Royal family...”

“If they were still damn well alive!” Ellis is on his feet now, standing a head above his sister. She drops her arms at his advance, holding his stare. She seems to have lost her voice.

“You saw what was coming just as well as I did,” Ellis says to her through his teeth, “It's over, its all over and that tomb should be open.”

“Open? Why would you want it to be...” Evodie pauses, her disbelief sinking it to utter disappointment, “Ellis, you dirty, good for nothing, creep of a sewer rat! You don't want to hole away from the impending destruction! You don't want to protect your dear sister from the devastating dark magics that are blanketing this land! You want to take advantage of a crisis and go grave robbing!”

Evodie stomps over to where her belongings are piled up and begins to clang around, pulling her travel sack over her shoulder.

“Where the hell are you going, Evodie?” Ellis demands, stomping equally hard to where she is packing.

“As far away from this nightmare and just as far away from YOU!” Evodie jutts her jaw out with indignation before turning on her heal and walking Eastward out of the clearing.

****

Darkness begins to grow over the forest as Evodie begins to clear the last ridge before the tombs, putting one foot heavily in front of the other in fury. I should have known better, she thinks to herself, Ellis will never change and he will never love me half as much as I deserve.

Below, the immediate sounds of a battle reach her ears and Evodie drops like a stone. She waits a few breaths and then slowly peers over a lump of sod to take bearings of the quarrel. A flash of white light fills her eyes as, what she can determine as a man, is swallowed by the entrance to the tomb. Evodie can't pull her eyes away as she watches the arcane magic pull several other figures straight from the battle.

Evodie can't help but smile. “Oh Ellis, it's not over yet.”
 
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OOC: damn, where is Markus

Seeing not so much of a peep from the prince, Hernietta bowed deep once more. If there is anything, Henrietta shall be nearby. By your leave, Sire. With that, Henrietta stood up, holding in the wince as pain shot straight across her thighs. With pride, she walked over to the side, her limp only slight. From her pack that she had from the previous mission, a field bandage came out and the soldier began to fix her own leg. Disinfectant went over it first, killing off the bacteria from the wound before a poultice went over with a bandage on top. Satisfied with her own handiwork, Henrietta went back to business. Odachi in hand, she paced the tomb before standing in the middle. From where she was, everything seemed safe, but things were decieving. PLonking down onto the floor in a rest position, Henrietta was able to rest whilst still be in range to come to the prince's side.
 
Zingrad charged the horse hard, he knew that being undead, the horse would not need to rest as he twisted and turned down the winding corridors trying to find a way out, at every turn he made he met either more undead shambling the halls or dead ends, it felt like it was no use...

Suddenly it came to him...."The Crypts" he thought as he charged down the hall and headed towards the royal crypts...he saw the light of the tunnel that the prince and his precession had entered and plucked up his courage....

He tried to push through into the crypts but every time, an unseen force threw him back a few meters denying the escape he so craved, he began to panic as he knew the general and the tyrant were getting ever closer...

Suddenly he spotted it...his freedom! a crack within the roof!

Unfortunatley for him he was unable to fly yes as his wings were much too young so instead he charged the horse towards a nearby pole, he lept from the horse and swifty grabbed the pole and vaulted himself upwards towards the roof...as he sailed through the air, he quickly lashed out his chains that anchored themselves into the roof, quickly and with extreme effort he pulled himself up and out onto the roof...and breathed a sigh of relief, he was safe.

For now at least..
 
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