RP:Unwelcome Arrival

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Part of the Unforeseen Consequences Arc


Blood Fountain

This historic fountain has been magically restored, though with differences. The outer wall stands three feet high in a perfect circle, and a central pedestal rises a foot above that. On this have been raised two figures carved of pure white stone, a noble Lord and Lady of proud bearing, both obviously vampires. They are dressed in elegant robes, the embroidery depicted by fine, spidery engravings on the stone itself. Around the outside of the pool are carved, in slightly less detail than the statues above, depictions of all the races that may be sired, each in a vampiric form. The pool is already filled with bland but nutritious blood, the pipes creating a hypnotic spiraling motion as it flows in a clockwise direction. To the south a dimming path leads to high and ornate iron gates, beyond which may be glimpsed the tops of tombstones glinting below the bright moon as well as several larger buildings, and to the north seems to lie another hub of activity for the citizens and visitors of Vailkrin, to judge by the stream of nobles,commoners, traders and ruffians alike that are constantly treading to and fro.


A redundantly armored undead army is here.




Elarick shouted, "* Thunder preludes the arrival of unnatural lighting from within the void that towers above the fallen city of vailkrin in a most forboding of manner. From the epicenter of the darkness, a swirling vortex begins to form... something is coming...and it cannot be something good...*"


Elarick shouted, "*A deafening boom erupts from the void, lightning trails about and plunges down to the dark city, landing randomly, as the activity within the darkness nears reaching its end...*"


Elarick |||| The vortex swirls and churns like the eye of a hurricane, lightning cracks and erupts and thunder booms in a severe and deafening manner for several long and forboding manner, all accumulating to this moment. Suddenly, the chaotic nature that has dominated the unnatural vortex stops in an abrupt manner. Minutes pass, with no other sign of activity, before the eye of the void opens up to reveal a darkness so deep, so vast, that if one was to look within it, they may become lost in the sheer endlessness of it, before the next event rips them back to reality. An explosion of power sends forth a figure from out of the prison of eternal nothingness, the ragged robes he wears fluttering about as he descends down like a fallen angel to plummet to the earth, a place he has not seen for near a thousand years. The landing is tremendous, as the robed figure smashes into the blood fountain with incredible force, sending blood, stone, dirt and debris flying into the air, the force of such an event forming a small mushroom cloud that can be seen for about a mile away. Droplets of blood fall like the springtime rain, staining everything it lays upon crimson.. What has fallen from the void this day? What kind of creature could survive such a fall? What has been unleashed upon hollow? Come closer and find out.. if you dare.

Satoshi is much too far away to see any of this, as she's in Frostmaw's wilds, chasing a storm and attempting to capture lightning. >>


Kasyr can't help but grimace as that thunderous din echoes through the air, as it wrestles his attention away from the mountains of paperwork which flank his desk. Still, whilst that noise no doubt promises some disasterous calamity, and perhaps a number of meetings regarding further funding for the restoration of the city- it also grants the Kensai a convenient excuse to abscond from his office, so as to investigate the source. It's with that in mind that he makes his way out, with a brief pause dedicated to resetting the '# of days since last explosion' counter. as well as the retrieval of both his trenchcoat, and Ko'tar.

Elarick rises from within the dust and debris left from the wake of his arrival, and without warning unleashes a powerful expulsion of occult magic with naught but a few words of arcane knowledge. The sheer force of the sudden eruption of arcane might clears out the dust and remnants of the blood fountain, leaving the ancient undead magister to be seen, standing in the center of the crater created by his plummet to earth. Long ago his eyes rotted away, leaving only twin orbs of red behind, the presence of dark magic simulating life in the husk of a skull that is shadowed by the ragged hood he wears. Skeletal fingers move about, as the undead looks about, as if looking for something. Of course, such an event would draw the attention of the local populace, the first being a newly sired vampire, who makes his way down, shouting to the undead. " You son of a bitch! Hell you think you are doin'?" The newly sired darkling makes his way towards Elarick with foolish arrogant pride fueling his actions. It would prove his undoing, for as soon as the vampire is within range, an undead hand reaches out as occult verses pour from within the darkness of the cowl he wears, dark tendrils of powerful magic weaving their way like slithering snakes from within the folds of the undead's robes, to take hold of the arrogant vampire. The tendril's burrow their way into the sireling's flesh, digging deep. The vampire fights back, but such an attack was no expected, as undead and vampire's are at peace here, or so thought this youngling vampire. Suspending his prey into the air, Elarick begins to drain the magic and lifeforce out of his meal, the tendril's slowly pumping out of the vampire and into Elarick himself. It takes only moments before a lifeless husk is dropped within the crater, and a rejuvinated Elarick stands. Veins, Muscle and tissue begin to form again, long locks of dark black hair sprout forth, falling about a face that begins to form. For now though, only a fleshless skeleton with muscle stands before those present. It will take a few more meals before the undead is fully recovered, and the dark magus has much to do now that he is free.. a single step is taken to leave..

Kasyr arrives at about this point, with a cigarette at his lips, and a small collection of vampiric emissaries following in his wake- deluging him with what little news they have in regards to the most recent development. and a surplus of 'requests' in response to this event. It's only after a few people frantically rush over towards the Kensai and quickly sputter out the most recent events, that the crowd about him begins to disperse- those various messengers seeking to absent themselves from the potentially dangerous situation they find themselves immersed in. Kasyr, on the other hand, simply draws his right hand up to his smoke, if only to casually tap off the ashes and point it towards Elarick, "Oi. Vous. Er. You, even. What's this?" That addressed, the Kensai simply shuffles his left hand within the folds of his coat, and resumes leisurely smoking.

Locke is nowhere to be seen, but rest assured that not a single thing has escaped his steady gaze. He lies in wait, as any skilled marksman should, for the perfect opening to present itself.

Elarick raises his lifeless gaze just as, to be expected, he is met by the leader of Vailkrin. But if he notices him or not, the undead continues on his course, seemingly ignoring the kensai as he makes his way to the graveyard. Having fed, the undead's strength is starting to come back. Such is evident in the aura that surrounds the dark magus, which holds considerable power in its own right. The ragged robes flutter about as muscle and sinew bend and tear with every move made by the ancient being.

Locke :: A single arrow pierces the ground in front of the undead marauder. Having come from the south, one may be estute enough to trace the projectile's path to a well-shaded rooftop, though Locke had abandoned the post the second the arrow left his grip.

Kasyr, while not entirely surprised by this particular development, still finds it within himself to scowl. That, and begin generating a focused amount of electrical energy through his right arm, in an effort to dislodge one of the myriad scalpels which are located in slats along the sleeves of his trenchcoat. It's barely a few moments before one heeds the call, by which point a simple flick of his arm brings the Mithril cutting implement into his waiting grasp. From there, his hand is simply drawn upwards, so that the excess electrical energy can be focused into the minute item- until it's abruptly released in an explosive surge of electrically charged force. Specifically, the scalpel is sent hurtling past his torso, to embed itself into the ground some ways ahead of him, "Keep moving et the next way goes into vous. Again- What es this whole...random murder schtick. Et the whole- dropping down from the black part of the sky in an unnecesarily flashy fashion?" Really, it could technically be necessary, but the Kensai isn't overlooking the possibility that some of these dramatic appearances are caused by antagonistic/protagonistic individuals being very presentation savvy. Whatever the case, the Revenants ramblings are also serving as a distraction from the fact that he's currently charging even more ambient energy through his right arm again, with every intention of dislodging a few more scalpels from his sleeves, should things go sour.

Elarick allows his lifeless gaze to fall upon the arrow that, having been embedded into the earth at his feet, was overshadowed by the actions of the kensai. As the mithril scalpel is loosed, it connects with the dark energies that pulsate around the ancient being, causing a clash of opposing magical forces that sends the revenant's instrument hurtling off into the distance, while the electrical surge is deflected by the unhallowed aura that surrounds Elarick at all times. But, if Kasyr could sense it, he could tell that there is no emotions in the actions of the undead magus. No feeling. He is an empty shell, a lifeless void that walks the earth. Those scarlet orbs lock upon the kensai, and without care for the warning offered, he continues on, his actions guided by an unseen force. A meaning to his unlife, a force he cannot deny. When the undead passes by the arrow, the aura consumes the arrow loosed earlier by the unseen archer, the dark forces that Elarick commands leaving nothing in its wake. For that is what this undead offers. Nothingness. The truth that is the void. Empty, hollow. The everlasting night.

Kasyr hadn't perceived that aberrant void of emotions, at least- not until now. It does nothing to improve his mood, however, given that it effectively means Elarick gives off the same sort of empathic presence that Vuryal does. That, in tandem with the fact that the Kensais' warning shot being pre-emptively deflected vis a vis some form of natural aura, and that this silent entity had already proved itself to be a threat- leads to the revenant swiftly moving to intercept one of the guardsmen who are still lingering about the area. It's with all due haste that the Kensai churns out a few hasty orders, amounting to the evacuation of the area the mysterious figure is heading to, as well as the quarantine of the area, should he cease moving- so as to prevent any unnecesary deaths. It would also, hopefully, provide some sort of buffer against the sort of horrific shenanigans that commonly occur in Vailkrin. Ideally, by that point, Redhale should be present- so that he could be consulted. ...If the Kensai didn't lose his cool by then. With those orders sent out, however, the Kensai simply continues to meander in Elaricks wake- whilst contemplating potential manners to punch through that curious protection that the undead entity has, should it become necessary.

Elarick is void of emotions, but is not void of intelligence. So when the Kensai begins preparations to secure the area, and quarantine off where he intends to go. But the power this fallen magus has been empowered with it great enough to avoid such a network cast out by the kensai. As if to prove such, occult verses once again pour from within the undead's uncomplete form, causing the void to react, and churn once more as lightning strikes down to lash out, forking out to hit four of the guard's that surround the area by order of the kensai, their agonizing screams and the smell of charred flesh filling the air before the guards fall, dead in place. The aura about the undead darkens, and swirls, gaining incredible momentum before the collective dark energy that has been harbored is released in an expulsion of arcane might that sends forth a wave of darkness that forces most anyone in the immediate area to the ground. When all is said and done, Elarick is gone, five vampire's lay dead, the blood fountain is destroyed and Kasyr now has something else to worry about, as the undead servant of another unseen force wanders about. His whereabouts unknown, his plans unknown, his name or what happens next, all unknown... And not a clue for the kensai, save for the unemotional detachment, the void, that he felt...

Elarick exits south.

Kasyr stares at the devastation and simply shakes his head. Gods, Parasites, undead Saurian aberrations which border on divine power and obliterate reality, and now homicidal magus' appearing out of nowhere. At this point, he was almost wishing Solaris would show up and wipe the city out, just so he didn't have to concern himself with the neverending deluge of problems anymore. Whatever the case, it was beginning to seem like he was going to have to call back an old friend, from it's lunar-oriented vacation, at this rate. For now, however- he's stuck with ensuring that directions are given to put the city on guard- and to ensure that this information was passed on to Tiphareth and Redhale as swiftly as possible. And, of course, he's stuck in that damnable city- while things slowly get worse. Peachy.