Post by Ves on Mar 14, 2007 11:37:08 GMT
(( I think this is a suitable place to put this little bit of fictional waffling. Prepare for sausage, bacon and fried egg sarnie fueled creativity Enjoy n shtuff!! ))
Ves bounded over the roof tops of Talos as he made his way home for the night, muttering angrily to himself as he did. All the leads his contacts had offered him had been a bust, probably due to him being out of town for too long, and as a result he was no closer to finding Akkarin, or any of his family, than he was before.
He’d personally checked on every Vampire sighting he could, but each turned out to be a wild goose chase, Council engineered Vampires or just insane nut-jobs with a messed up blood fetish and too much time on their hands were all he’d discovered.
Suddenly a warning flashed up before his eyes, his nano’s had detected something following him, and if the readings were to be believed then his stalker was just what he was looking for. Quickly changing his route to avoid leading who ever was on his tail to his home, Ves powered up all his combat systems and defences; if this thing was even half as tough as any of that Trinity crew he’d need every edge he could get.
With a satisfied grin he noted that his new playmate had altered its course to stay behind him, as if enjoying the chase though making no move to attack or even close the distance between them.
“Hmm….. Don’t want to come and play huh? Well tough luck, I’m bored and you’re getting on my nerves whoever the hell you are” he called out as he leapt with all his might against the side of one skyscraper, using it as a platform to launch himself as the stranger behind him, only to see the flashing arc of a sword being drawn in the moon light and levelled towards him.
Twisting mid air he was able to dodge the blade, but a sharp kick to the ribs sent him crashing heavily down onto the rooftop below in an ungainly heap as the stranger landed lightly before him.
“For some strange reason, I expected better of you. It seems your reputation far exceeds your abilities, or are you just getting started?” Mocked the shadowy figure, his sword resting upon his shoulder as if the whole event was merely a game. “Come now; let’s see what you’re really made of.”
With a roar Ves leapt to his feet and flipped over his opponent, twin beams of energy lancing out from his enhanced eyes at his foe before he landed and nimbly darted towards him with his claws ready for battle.
The stranger rolled clear of the beams and counter charged Ves, his sword swinging in the perfect killing blow, only to be jarred aside by Ves’ armoured neck.
Claws and sword blade flashed in the pale light as each tried to find a flaw in the others technique, but it was all for nothing, and within a few minutes they separated to reconsider tactics.
Ves’ mind was working over time as his combat systems ran through every scenario possible, calculating probable outcomes and damage statistics, but after a full day of fighting his chances of beating this mysterious enemy was much lower than usual.
As he resigned himself to a stalemate a more bizarre than usual idea struck him, and Ves deactivated his armoured exterior before rushing his foe one last time, grinning masochistically as the sword swiftly struck, it’s tip piercing his chest and moments later emerging from his back.
Laughing out loud he reactivated his armour, locking the sword in place before striking it savagely, shattering the blade “Such a shame, that was indeed a beautiful weapon. Never underestimate the true power of a suicidal charge, sometimes it’s all for show.” His fist slammed into the ribs of the stranger with a faint crack.
Taking hold of his shirt front Ves wrestled him to the ground and by thrusting his claws into the ground via the stranger’s shoulders he was able to hold him still long enough to start asking questions
“Okay buddy, It’d be nice of you to tell me just why you were so keen to have me fight you, and who you are. Also, where the hell is Akkarin?”
Laughing softly the stranger lifted Ves as if he weighed nothing at all and shoved him aside before standing to dust himself off “I never expected you of all people to be the one asking questions. Your reputation locally is that of a mindless warrior, yet you show great skill, and more than a little deadly cunning. It was an honour to test my skills against you Tobias, though it will take many years before I am able to craft another blade as fine as the one you broke tonight.”
Bowing elegantly the stranger continued “Forgive my rudeness; it seems my manners have deserted me in all the excitement. Rathevar de Fortuna, it is an honour to meet you at last.”
Ves looked at him with confusion and curiosity fighting for control of his mind “You called me Tobias, only two people alive know of that name. Just what do you know?”
“My apologies, Veskit it is then. And for your information I know much about you, and your little band of friends. Can’t have one of the High Blood Princes running around with just anyone now can we? I am an agent of Prince Akkarin’s uncle, the one who brought Azrael Lorr to your fair city, though you probably knew him better as Mephiston. It was I that carried the girl Alita, a broken bloody mess, from a rooftop not unlike this one in Poland and led her to safety and eventually here. Now it is my turn to come offering my aid. I’ll be watching, and should you need me, I’ll be ready to assist in any way I can. Until we meet again good sir, I bid thee a fond farewell”
Rathevar bowed once more, fading into the nights shadows before Ves’ eyes without a trace; leaving the highly confused warrior alone with his thoughts “These Vampires, they’re all mental”
Ves bounded over the roof tops of Talos as he made his way home for the night, muttering angrily to himself as he did. All the leads his contacts had offered him had been a bust, probably due to him being out of town for too long, and as a result he was no closer to finding Akkarin, or any of his family, than he was before.
He’d personally checked on every Vampire sighting he could, but each turned out to be a wild goose chase, Council engineered Vampires or just insane nut-jobs with a messed up blood fetish and too much time on their hands were all he’d discovered.
Suddenly a warning flashed up before his eyes, his nano’s had detected something following him, and if the readings were to be believed then his stalker was just what he was looking for. Quickly changing his route to avoid leading who ever was on his tail to his home, Ves powered up all his combat systems and defences; if this thing was even half as tough as any of that Trinity crew he’d need every edge he could get.
With a satisfied grin he noted that his new playmate had altered its course to stay behind him, as if enjoying the chase though making no move to attack or even close the distance between them.
“Hmm….. Don’t want to come and play huh? Well tough luck, I’m bored and you’re getting on my nerves whoever the hell you are” he called out as he leapt with all his might against the side of one skyscraper, using it as a platform to launch himself as the stranger behind him, only to see the flashing arc of a sword being drawn in the moon light and levelled towards him.
Twisting mid air he was able to dodge the blade, but a sharp kick to the ribs sent him crashing heavily down onto the rooftop below in an ungainly heap as the stranger landed lightly before him.
“For some strange reason, I expected better of you. It seems your reputation far exceeds your abilities, or are you just getting started?” Mocked the shadowy figure, his sword resting upon his shoulder as if the whole event was merely a game. “Come now; let’s see what you’re really made of.”
With a roar Ves leapt to his feet and flipped over his opponent, twin beams of energy lancing out from his enhanced eyes at his foe before he landed and nimbly darted towards him with his claws ready for battle.
The stranger rolled clear of the beams and counter charged Ves, his sword swinging in the perfect killing blow, only to be jarred aside by Ves’ armoured neck.
Claws and sword blade flashed in the pale light as each tried to find a flaw in the others technique, but it was all for nothing, and within a few minutes they separated to reconsider tactics.
Ves’ mind was working over time as his combat systems ran through every scenario possible, calculating probable outcomes and damage statistics, but after a full day of fighting his chances of beating this mysterious enemy was much lower than usual.
As he resigned himself to a stalemate a more bizarre than usual idea struck him, and Ves deactivated his armoured exterior before rushing his foe one last time, grinning masochistically as the sword swiftly struck, it’s tip piercing his chest and moments later emerging from his back.
Laughing out loud he reactivated his armour, locking the sword in place before striking it savagely, shattering the blade “Such a shame, that was indeed a beautiful weapon. Never underestimate the true power of a suicidal charge, sometimes it’s all for show.” His fist slammed into the ribs of the stranger with a faint crack.
Taking hold of his shirt front Ves wrestled him to the ground and by thrusting his claws into the ground via the stranger’s shoulders he was able to hold him still long enough to start asking questions
“Okay buddy, It’d be nice of you to tell me just why you were so keen to have me fight you, and who you are. Also, where the hell is Akkarin?”
Laughing softly the stranger lifted Ves as if he weighed nothing at all and shoved him aside before standing to dust himself off “I never expected you of all people to be the one asking questions. Your reputation locally is that of a mindless warrior, yet you show great skill, and more than a little deadly cunning. It was an honour to test my skills against you Tobias, though it will take many years before I am able to craft another blade as fine as the one you broke tonight.”
Bowing elegantly the stranger continued “Forgive my rudeness; it seems my manners have deserted me in all the excitement. Rathevar de Fortuna, it is an honour to meet you at last.”
Ves looked at him with confusion and curiosity fighting for control of his mind “You called me Tobias, only two people alive know of that name. Just what do you know?”
“My apologies, Veskit it is then. And for your information I know much about you, and your little band of friends. Can’t have one of the High Blood Princes running around with just anyone now can we? I am an agent of Prince Akkarin’s uncle, the one who brought Azrael Lorr to your fair city, though you probably knew him better as Mephiston. It was I that carried the girl Alita, a broken bloody mess, from a rooftop not unlike this one in Poland and led her to safety and eventually here. Now it is my turn to come offering my aid. I’ll be watching, and should you need me, I’ll be ready to assist in any way I can. Until we meet again good sir, I bid thee a fond farewell”
Rathevar bowed once more, fading into the nights shadows before Ves’ eyes without a trace; leaving the highly confused warrior alone with his thoughts “These Vampires, they’re all mental”