RP:Rushed Recruitment
Part of the A Dream of Tyranny Arc
Mihael's Lair
Mihael is in the training room with his newest pups and prospects. Their voices could be heard coming from the stairs along woth the changes in temperature as the environments changed. "Is that the best you can do? How do you expect to survive outside of a simulation?" the old man says with a sigh. "Again!" he calls out, the room shifting about to create a new environment. Once finished several buildings were erected and it is raining. "Now, lets go over this again. You have to outrun the rest of the pack and prospects. Also dodge any all all attacks from the room and the attacks of the others." Instantly the young lycan takes off running and the room begins to attack him with vines like whips, thorns shoot forth like needles, branches swing like clubs, and earth rises and breaks open. As the others follow they hurl spears and shoot arrows. Their own goal to corner the lycan before he gets to the end.
Desparrow had entered the training room in a panic, fully transformed and toting several people. With at least a dozen wolves in tow he was in a rush, each one carrying a different person. “Mihael!” he roared, the guards on his tail but he was moving faster. He didn’t know if they would follow him into the cave but he already had a crossbow bolt through his forearm. “My men were slaughtered by a demon. Literally a demon. I saw his existence through the plains, someone a hell of a lot more powerful than either of us even combined and stronger than anyone I know. I need more, so I’ve grabbed a bunch but.. I’ve attracted a lot of attention.”
Mihael walks down the stairs having never actually stepped foot in the training room, "Desparrow?" He calls questioningly before he spots the man wounded and panicing. "Prepare for battle! To your stations!" He yells out. From the shadows several lycan rose, pitch black and blending in they take off towards the entrance to await any followers and aid any stragglers. Outside the tower well over 20 crawl their way up with bows and arrows. The entrance by the broken statues is quickly filled by 50 massive wolves and 20 lycans. They all fall into position armed with various weapons for those of sane mind and claws and teeth for those who didn't quite have a full grasp on their transformation. "Desparrow take the wounded over by the fire. Get that bolt out and we can go from there." He throws a several slabs of dragon flesh upon the fire to feed those gathered. "Start from the begining. What happened?" he says calmly.
Desparrow rips the bolt from his arm as he and his wolves carry the newly bitten towards the fire. “I had to do a raid.” He growled, angry that he allowed someone like Xersom to wipe out his lycans but by comparison there was nothing he could have done. “A ‘demon’ a very real Demon was in Cenril last night. Trapped me in a cathedral, then just lifted his hand and in an instant my members were gone.” He looked to the bitten he brought with him. “So to replenish my numbers, I went with my wolves and bit everyone in my way, although I attracted a bit of authorities and now I’ve got them on my tail. Probably on their way in as we speak.” He looked to the entrance and he could see the torchlight from the halls, could smell the human and elven blood as it came closer. “Nothing I could do, and for tomorrow night I need numbers.”
Mihael looks Desparrow in the eyes and grabs his shoulders, "Start from the top. What did he do? What happened that they were all gone." His eyes flick towards the light and he cracks his neck. Closing his eyes, the chains begin to glow and from them raw energy pours out to manifest into a lycan. "Other, cover the entrance. Anyone approaches, gut them and burn them to ash." Nodding he takes off to do just that.
Desparrow sighed, “I smelled blood and walked into the Cathedral of the divine three. In there was a demon. I thought they were all gone, but there was one. He used his power, trapped me inside, my pack mates were outside and in a single blow killed them. Then we proceeded to argue, he made a challenge to kill me, but apparently I said the right things and I made it out with my life.” He let out a deep breath then, “I have a few wolves pregnant back home. They will be giving birth in a couple weeks to some very special pups by the way.”
Mihael raises a brow, or rather his mask does, "Special pups?" Meanwhile the gears in his head were turning, taking in the information he could and plotting. "A demon you say.... perhaps....a decendent? Hmmm...." As he thinks he takes a few puffs before one of his pack approach. "Sir, we captured the guards. The other killed some of the prisoners also. Those alive he said we should turn." The ancient lycan laughs, "Excellent, bring them before the blood moon." Turning to Desparrow he nods in the direction of the Blood red moon above where the prisoners were being gathered. "Are you strong enough to rebuild?"
Desparrow nodded as he looked to the guards, “Yeah I’m more than strong enough. I can handle it. I have those new ones.. albeit against their will but they will learn. This wound is nothing. Tomorrow will be the first real test of our kind, and I expect to more than triple our numbers on guards and anyone else who gets in the way.” The lycan got up, faced his wolves and his newly bitten slaves. “The guards were chasing me, I just needed to get through. If word gets out of my actions, well it will be a short lived victory however I don’t plan on dying anytime soon.”
Mihael stands and walks over beneath the moon, his hands glowing as two identical orbs form then merge and pulse, expanding and then compacting to recreate the lunar light. The orb rises till its just below the moon, the blood red light fills the room as the light reflects off the mural. "Replenish your stock, I have plenty...for now." he says chuckling before he goes back to concentrating of the orb, which pulsates fasts and faster giving off a stronger light.
Desparrow turned to face the guards again and saw their numbers and couldn’t help but grin to himself. A chuckle later he was on them, a single bite to each wherever he landed and in moments they had the same burning sensation that he once had on his first experience with the curse. It would nearly double what he had already made just this night. He had no idea if there were witnesses to his rampage, couldn’t even remember where he had all abducted from. Surely some of them were from larket, probably one or two from Northern Sage while the others were unknown. Either way they were his pack now and they would too learn to obey him.
Mihael chuckled to himself at the sight, watching the men and elves turn. "Feel the power surge through your bodies and become one with the pack." Once they had all finished changing he stopped the light and pointed to the fireplace. "You should eat, also feed them if you like." The hermit walks off the in the direction of his room. "I need to think about tomorrow and prepare." His eyes flicker for a moment back to the crimson glow they once were before Desparrow entered his mind. When they returned to the golden hue he only smiled coyly. "Rest here tonight if you like. The pack will keep guard, Other is on patrol aswell. You can use the training room if you like as well." The man enters the bedroom, speaking to himself, "....demon....handicap.....advantage? How to..." The doors close and several locks fall into place followed by even more locks.
Desparrow nodded, feeling the pull of the light and knowing that he would force his lycans through at least a couple transformations and lots of training for the night to come, when the real full moon and Cenril was to be the next challenge. “Good night Mihael. I certainly will use this room. Preparing for tomorrow.”