Rest in peace [Open to all..]

[Cikasien Canzicvar]

Cikasien emerged from the upstairs of the inn, what had happened in the room was unknown to the local villagers, yet a serious glare that blossomed on the outside of Cikasiens face suggested he had encountered something that raised himself to act accordingly.

He began walking down the wooden stairs of the inn towards the ground floor, he had his blade in hand which was soaked in blood. The local residents of the inn were all sat in the corner of the room, quietly amongst another having a casual drink, accomponied by a chat that was almost whispered to avoid waking the residents that slept upstairs.

Suddenly the whispers halted to complete silence, the entire inn felt under captive. The local citizens all turned their attention towards the man that stood at the bottom of the stairs, trails of blood ran from the corridors above, continuing towards the bottom floor.

Clearly all the locals were more frightened than they had ever been, but any reaction could put their lives at risk, yet one local decided to retalitate, all the citizens looked on in amazement as he dare do something so idiotic towards someone with a weapon.

" YOU BETTER HAVE NOT TOUCHED MY FAMILY !!!". The man leapt towards the Ulithian, raising his hands as he was about to grasp the emperor by the throat.

Cikasien remained still until the man was in touching distance, with rapid reactions he sliced the blade along the citizens throat. Every resident showed signs that they now feared even more for their lives after witnessing this man attack one of them.

The citizens pupils dilated with shock, he attempted to stop the blood pouring from his throat with his hands, yet Cikasien plunged the blade into his neck, with both hands the emperor pulled the blade in an upwards motion. The blade teared through the chin of the man, slicing up into the tip of his skull.

As the victims body fell to the floor, Cikasien grinned towards the residents of the inn, he swung his blade towards them, the blood upon the suface of the metal splashed against the innocents who looked on in fear.

Cikasien turned towards the man at the counter whom was the owner of the inn and one of the leaders in the village.

"Remember the grand name of Ulithia, for you have been conquered by the strongest force you shall ever meet or hear tales of. Raise your children to acknowledge our authority of your village. Make them fear us, make them bow before us, make them work with their darkest worries anticipating our return, because you will greet us as gods.....If your village can do as followed, we shall ensure the future of your people remains safe, if your village attempts to rebel against the Ulithians, I warn you now that every single man, women and child in your territory will be killed by Ulithian blade, with no mercy."

The emperor left the inn after giving his orders to the residents of the inn, he knew the people wouldnt dare defy his orders with their lives at risk. Stepping out into the public eye of the entire village, footprints of blood followed the path of Cikasien.

It was soon time for the Ulithians to leave the village and head towards new lands, though his efforts were brief, word would soon pass throughout all corners of this world until every living being was aware of the Ulithians motive.

[Bartimaeus]

Bartimaeus soon came to his senses when he walked along the main corridor and caught sight of the beauty of a crimson substance that was left in a pool at the bottom of the stair, he made his way upward toward the Landon at the top. As he reached the top a couple of citizens had gathered at the bottom of them, in a heap of tears and calling out the name of a man laying completely still on the floor. He didn't falter in his movements, and kept pressing forward onto his room. As he wandered down a small corridor, his attention was caught but a woman dressed in a maid fashion with a severe hole through her chest laying motionless on the floor.

He couldn't help but smirk, he knew it was the doing of Cikasien as this was a mere sign for the Ulithians to get to work and of course a warning to the dwellers of Tamasha, submit to us or Die. He stepped over the woman and entered his room. After a few minutes, Bartimaeus feeling rather lazy slash through the door with Goethe and stepped out into the hallway. He fixed his horgan helmet properly onto his head with his right hand,then stabbed the wooden floor with his trusty sword. He then proceed to tight certain straps around his body to fully strap on his armour.

By this time, he clapped eyes on two startled citizens cowering behind each other as they held up the corpse. He grinned menacingly as he grasped his sword tightly, pulled it from the floor and walked casually toward them. He tried to reassure them that he was no going to harm them....yet. But they didn't fall for it as , the tall skinny one made a run for it and leaving the other to die, Dissatisfied by his cowardliness, Bartimaeus cut him down with two waves of his sword.Blood sprayed everywhere, onto the wall,to the floor and onto his friend.

His friend was nothing more than an average female, no years old. He froze dead in his tracks as he felt a small nostalgia moment forcing itself upon him. The girl saw this as a moment to flee in fear. She jumped to her slender feet and ran like the wind to the end of the hall and disappeared out of sight. Bartimaeus took a deep breath as he swore under his breathe, he couldn't be seen allowing woman to survive as it would go against the laws of Ulithia.

" Damn girl..........lucky she got away. I best find his highness, I have to talk to him"

And with that bartimaeus sheathed Goethe and walked back to the stairs and downward to the lounge and then out into the middle of the street. His eyes watched carefully for his highness as he knew he wasn't too far away.

[Viricial_]

Viricial looked on as he spoke, she knew that trust wasn’t something that was given out and usually you had to earn it within rights so what Bartimaeus was saying was completely understandable, even though she was a little taken a back. He’d finished talking and she nodded her head once, closing her dark eyes whilst doing so. She spoke, but it was probably too quiet that he even heard her.

“Bartimaeus..”

She had felt his presence leave the round table that they had been seated at, she cleared her throat watching him for awhile as he walked away. She then called after him that they few people that was gathered too in the restaurant had turned to look.

“Bartimaeus! I do not fault you for saying such things as I believe trust is to be earned and not just given out. But I do not doubt that I will successfully hold your trust within time.”

She allowed the softer Viricial to appear, pasting a small
smile on her lips then looking away allowing him to leave if he must. Viricial noticed the girl from the corridor sit down at the bar, she’d of gone over to her to learn more about the town but from what it seemed she was busy, drowning her sorrows maybe Viricial thought. She shook her head slightly whilst standing up, she was to return to her room and dress more appropriately. She walked past the girl, whose name she hadn’t caught early as she muttered the words ‘stupid humans’. Viricial stopped in her tracks, she could of almost taken offense to her comment if she'd of understood what she said,she narrowed her eyes a little but still couldn't make it out,but she assumed it was something to do about her or people,she spoke in her cold tone not turning to face her whilst speaking,this most likely made her seem ignornant which was Viricial to people she knew little about or people she felt offended by.

“You know drinking all of that isn’t going to get you anywhere fast. I'd want to stay sober if i was you.”

She heard, what must of been a villager yell though she couldn’t make out what he’d said but she sensed it was about her, them, the Ulthians. She smirked biting her inner lower lip a little before walking away to the room where her weapons and armour lay leaving the girl behind at the bar, finally something was happening.

Viricial appeared out of her room moments later, fully prepared for anything that could or was going to happen, she pulled out her sword, the muerte, the sword which before being in her power had brought victory to her father before her and ancestors after that, she always felt lucky and good when handling this, it was her baby,her life and it pretty much came before anybody eles, to her it was worth more than her life and she honoured all it's life story.

Viricial walked down the corridor, she was aware of everything that was around her, she walked to the place where all the commotion had previously come from to find a bunch of people gathered around something on the floor. She ascended on to overlook, everyone coward away to reveal a body of a dead man, she smirked again looking around. Ulithian’s had taken power so she doubted anybody would try and stand up to her now, though somebody did. A male of roughly the same age of the man that had previously been killed, she spoke in a tongue that she wasn’t familiar with and he obviously was obnoxious to the fact that she was a woman and that she probably wouldn’t harm anyone. She turned and he got closer to her still,she rolled her eyes she found the lack of his repect for her highly amusing, he was now close enough so that when she swung round with her blade at the ready, she was able to decapitate his head clean of his shoulders, she glared for a moment at the rest of the citizens before looking down at the floor.

"I suggest next time your not so sexist."

She supposed that is was aimed at the corpse that lay beside her feet but really to anybody who could understand her strong accent that seemed colder than ever. Viricial walked out happy and knowing that nobody eles was to do the same trick,that his villiage was now under Ulithian power and by morning everybody in the town would know of their presance if they did not already.

[Ezra Avalon]

Ezra kept the woman in his peripheral vision and grinned with satisfaction as she shivered at his cold hearted words. He also caught the briefest glimpse of a pointed ear whilst she displaced ear. He looked at the other people around the bar his eyes scanning the room and noted that this was unique of her. She was the only one that possessed such ears. However, he pushed it to the back of his mind. Ears were not that important.

"Yes.. Whiskey... It is pretty weak here to say the least. In Ulithia whiskey is much more potent."

Ezra downed another shot and turned his body around and rested his back against the bar. He felt the woman reach out to him and he hid nothing.. He just let her do what she wished. She wouldn't find anything that he needed to hide. As the girl bit her lip Ezra noticed this was a habit of sorts.. possibly a nervous twitch. He cataloged that to the back of his mind too.

Just as quickly as it had come Ezra felt the line between them break. He nodded to himself. She had seen what tortured him indeed. He listened as she spoke to him out of pity and did not offer her one of his glares in return. In fact he smiled a little.

"The reason she does so is because she sees me as a forbidden fruit. Its human nature to want what we cannot have. Not to mention she is just a very *friendly* person and thinks she can bed any man that walks through the door."

He chuckled and the tender continued to parade herself around him. Just then a man ran into the bar yelling something about a nation known only as Ulithia taking over the village. Ezra smiled to himself and threw a knife from between his fingers. Even under the influence of alcohol the blade flew straight and true and lanced through the man's jugular and he dropped to the floor. The bar erupted in chaos and Ezra remained sitting calmly sipping upon his whiskey thinking about the fact that Cikasien had made their presence known...

[Nadja_Jadoo]

Calmly Nadja's eyes followed back and forth with the bar tenders movements as Ezra went on explaining the woman's acts. But even as she listen to his words Nadja could feel the distinct rhythmic heart bet of death. It's sudden burst of emotions cutting through the air like a hot knife. Something with in the village was going on. Quickly she tried to ignore it knowing very well what that meant for her.

Reaching up with her hand Nadja gently rubbed the side of her head pushing back the dread. Letting her mind refocus on Ezra's words that raised a brow the moment they sunk in. " Oh eww!" she winkled her nose a little with the idea of his words. "Forbidden fruit? If one is meant to have something then they would already have it yes?" Shaking her head a little Nadja went on. " But non the less if you are saying what I believe you are saying that is gross. To bed a man let alone many is a barbaric disgusting act. Nothing in this world could be worth such...such...just ew."

Nadja didn't even want to think of actions he was speaking of. The simply thought of two people drooling and mingling their sweaty nasty bodies together was fowl. From what she knew of it the act was over rated to begin with. Course she didn't know much about it but what she did lead her to believe that it was nothing more then a waste of time. She couldn't even understand what would drive people to act in such as way. Shaking her head again Nadja forced that disturbing picture out of her mind as well.

The moment Nadja pushed one thought aside the other one quickly poked it's head back into the picture again. The dread was no longer just a feeling though. That was clear as the mans screaming scratched at her ears. Slapping her hands on her ears Nadja spun around on the stool just in time to see Ezra's blade fly strait into the panic ed man. The moment the man hit the floor Nadja's own aura seemed to thicken the air. So much that it was almost hard to ignore. " Oh that is just peachy!" she let out in a low purr of irritation. Jumping up to her feet Nadja paused watching the people scramble about.

Inhaling deeply Nadja placed her hands on her hips twisting her form around till she was face to face with the no named man. " Well, at lest I have a better idea of what you are sad man." smirking softly Nadja's face which seemed lost before now held more of a predatory look to it as she was overwhelmed by the emotions of the room. Growling softly Nadja shook her head again in frustration. " Why this town?" pushing her shoulders up in a shrug Nadja went on unable to wait for an answer to that question.

Kicking her hip out to the side Nadja's body curved even more. It was odd she knew nothing about the ways of a man and a woman or simply interaction. Yet her body moved with such an allure. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to find a town that was this dumb!? A town that did not want to stake me the moment they noticed something different!" Reaching up with her hand she poked him in the chest with every word. Taking care not to touch flesh to flesh. As heated as she was her power would be slightly unpredictable. "I am sure you could care less. But to some of us secrecy is all we have."

Lowering her hand she tried to calm herself some. This wasn't his problem it was hers. But non the less it was a problem. Jamming her hands into her hair she pushed it back exposing both pointed ears as she snapped around giving Ezra her back as she watched the madness spread like wild fire.

Nadja instantly saw from the corner of her eye another man advance forward towards them. With the floor boards being made of wood Nadja had a slight advantage with in the building. More then she had at the last town she was at. Reaching out with her hand Nadja watch as the man rammed through a group of panic-ed patrons as she in response softly muttering under her breath. "Ma o'v engem" The moment he was a good arms length away the floor board snapped up with such force it split the mans head wide open. Before settling back own in its place.

With the inner eds of the man now caked all over the surrounding chairs and the bar tender as well she finally let out a shriek before running for safety as well. Nadja however brushed it off. The gore didn't bother her none of the violence did either. This kind of thing would have happened to this town sooner or later anyways. It was how things worked. It just had no advantage for her. It meant moving again. Which meant outside ex poser. Which in the end would more then likely lead to being captured by the hunters.

[Lujayn]

Kakra listened in on the man and the girl at the bar, scarcely restraining her laugh at the girl’s apparent disgust with coupling, especially on a mass scale. She herself had bed many, many men- mostly for feeding, but she had to admit it was pretty fun- and figured that the girl merely was an innocent who had never known true carnality. It was usually the case.

Because of the alcohol burning its way down her throat, Kakra didn’t notice the scent of blood coming from around the area. When the man was brutally killed with a knife through the neck, spilling his lifeblood across the floor, the bar erupting into panic, it hit her- hard.

Hunger pain lanced through her belly and up to her eyes, piercing her so sharply that she gasped and actually managed to fall off her chair. Not that she was thinking much of that, mind, just of the mind-consuming need for blood, wherever she could get it. The penalty she was paying for taking so long to find a meal, it would seem. She clapped a hand over her mouth, to hide the fangs that were growing ever long in eagerness for the feeding that was about to come, and she shuddered as if ill. While she did not object to the partaking of blood, she hated to lose control, not just because it killed, but because she hated to not be in full, total control of anything she did.

And then the girl- a witch, it would seem, or someone of similar power- splattered a man’s head and she fairly well lost all but a mere facade of control. With a loud hiss of annoyance and animality, she stood, smacking away a human who had come near to see if she needed help. Because she had virtually no control over herself, the human- she could not tell if it was male or female, young or old- was sent flying through the air to smack into the opposing wall, falling to the ground with a thud to lay in unconsciousness. Alive, she could smell that, but unable to defend.

She turned towards the man and girl, her eyes- one dark, foreboding black, the other deep, blood red, both completely compassionless and inhuman- boring into them with the fierceness of a hunting cat staring at its prey. “I am not pleased,” she said lightly, sounding as if she were merely talking about a spilt drink.

It made her far more terrifying, for some reason.

“Here I am, trying my very best not to just tear out the throats of you all... and then you go and do this,” she growled, spreading out an arm to encompass the two dead in the room. “ Really, how... inconsiderate of you.” She smiled then, showing off even more of those horrifying, sharp fangs of hers. “You can make it up for me by becoming dinner, of course.” She stared at the girl, with a disdainful expression. “Well, not you.”

Her gaze turned towards the man. “You, however, would do quite well.” She then shot over, grabbing him by the collar of his clothing and hoisting him over. “Consider yourself honoured, boy, that I’ve chosen you as food. I’ll try not to kill you.”

How nice of her.

She gave him one last, frightening, predatory smile, before lowering her mouth to his neck, fangs starting to pierce the skin.There, you can choose if she noms on you or not xD -