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The Spawner finally defeated, Vitrius looks to his companions. Their minds are open to him, in fact even beyond mere thoughts, he has become as one with them. Even as his own essence slips from him, he can sense theirs in danger as well. Tes' powerful Light envelops him and this new one, Dawncaller, strange to him, but yet somehow familiar. He focused on another face that he hadn't forgotten. Phaerlin. The vampire who had sacrificed his life so that Vitrius may live. His decision made, Vitrius reached out with his hand, the weight of Time against him, and pulls with all his might, snapping a blue thread only visible to him. Then all is covered in blue and he welcomes the rush of waves as the air escapes him.... "Goodbye my friends. You will not remember me, but I will always remember you."
Vitrius focuses and his eyes return to white as he blasts his Ki into the Spawner.
Vitrius senses the danger and quickly redirects the noxious gas back towards the Spawner... he still continues to press his mind into it, willing himself to be stronger than the chaos within.
Vitrius feels the call but refuses to go just yet. "Fight isn't over! He yells in defiance, unleashing blow after blow on the Spawner. As he does, his mind enters, no, forces its way to the creature's. You are mine! Give me your mind!
Calculations race through his head, Tes' voice, though distant, resonating through him. That Spawner was his only target and its continued existence detrimental to all life. By all possibilities and endless formulas, it had to be removed from the equation. Vit's hands were no faster or slower than before, but they moved at a precise measurement of speed and power, intersecting with the creature's form as they hit hard.
Vitrius takes a deep breath, allowing his thoughts to race, letting them form and observing them. He was in battle sure, but it was here he thrived and his thoughts were as powerful as his hands. Answers? Yes! I want to know all that I seek to find!
Vitrius continues his assault on the spawner.
Vitrius girds up his willpower and makes his way to the Spawner itself, attempting to take out its spawning ability any way he can.
[ooc]Sorry, for some reason Wayfinder wasn't letting me post as Vitrius. -Posted with Wayfinder
Vitrius looks at Tes quizzically. "Contraption? No, I just want the gem."
Vitrius fights the urge to hug the woman. It had been a while since he had seen her and the rest. He spent all this time trying to find his way back to them, but it resulted in the loss of Phaerlin. He shook his head at this. "Phaerlin didn't make it. Not for lack of trying. He fought bravely, but in the end, it wasn't enough." He then nods at Dawncaller. "I'm sure Tes has already told you my name is Vitrius Girsen," the vampire extends a hand. "I have many questions and I'm sure you do as well, but at this present time, we have to deal with that goblin. She has something important I need to retrieve."
"Gah!" Vitrius reflexively covers his eyes as the light appears. As his vision returns, he can barely trust it. "Te... Tes... is that you?" -Posted with Wayfinder
One final battle sounds good to me to end on good terms.
GM: Vitrius considers the actions of this group for a few moments and once they start arguing, he picks up the nearest piece of detritus and tosses it in their direction and then bolts in the opposite one, deciding to come back later when the place isn't so crowded.
GM: Vitrius is puzzled that these newcomers were able to see him, but he decides not to rashly believe that they were talking to him directly. In case however, he girds himself for combat. He had a mission to accomplish and wasn't going to let these night stalkers stop him.
GM: You presume correctly... Vitrius bides his time, staying hidden and watching what the newcomers do.
GM: If can see: "Aren't you Zapley the Great, purveyor of fine magical accoutrements and artefacts? I know this isn't the best time, but I've always wanted to meet you..." If not: While the goblin is distracted by the what the children did, he slips inside and waits for him to leave before looking around.
GM: Summoning up his strength of will, Vitrius bellows out, "Hello? Some kids tossed some rocks or something at your window. I wanted to make sure you were okay."
Wayfinder is an app that one of the regular posters here made to be able to keep up with your gaming posts on your phone when you can't get to your computer.. Check it out by following the link.. GM: Vitrius catches himself before he swears. He quickly makes a decision and looks for the rock or other item that the kids threw.
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Now's your chance. Vitrius thinks to himself. He leaves his vantage point and works his way to the building, quietly searching for the best place of ingress.
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GM: Vitrius will choose to monitor the lab then.
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Vitrius had studied this Zapley intensely, learning all he could about her and the Izzet guild. They were masters of ingenuity and obsessive creation. Apparently they also were tasked with fixing the sewers, street lights and other fixtures in the city. His task was clear, get the Green Cube. No where did he recall hearing his benefactor state that he should engage Zapley in combat. Still, he tensed his muscles as he looked at the place. He checked for guards and any other sort of protection he might see. His plan was to go in at night, find the cube and leave before anyone was the wiser. He hoped his research would pay off.
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Vitrius shakes his head, more at himself than anything. This person's mastery of illusion was something to aspire to. It would certainly come in handy. If he noticed the others and their barely hidden emotions, Vitrius didn't make a notion of it. He had accomplished this test. Now to see what was next... -Posted with Wayfinder
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Vitrius thinks, I thought I just said..., he stops and thinks that this is not random person asking. This is someone with power. True power. Power to know what he wished to know. Finally he spoke. "Desire? The Truth. The power to know Truth and to make Truth as I see it. That is what I truly desire."" -Posted with Wayfinder
Just so everyone is aware, my player is leaving this evening for the holiday weekend, so posting will be more spotty than usual ;-) We will return Monday.
GM: Vitrius looks a bit surprised, though he shouldn't, considering the circumstances. "Razda? You're her client? She didn't seem to think I was worth much either and killed my friend over it as well." He felt anger rising in his throat, but quelled it for the moment, swallowing hard. "Look, my other friends are missing and if working for you will allow me to find them, then I will do so. As to what I can do, I read minds and I am diligent in any study you put me to. That and I am a vampire, as if you hadn't already guessed." He pauses, his courage unabated. "Dare I ask, what does such a specimen go for these days?"
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Vitrius, somewhat surprised, turns around and gives a small bow to the diminutive woman. "Forgive my ignorance. I am at a loss as to even where I am. Though it seems friendly enough, no one has scoffed at my appearance. " He half smiles, showing one of his fangs. -Posted with Wayfinder
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Vitrius waits for a brief moment before excusing himself and returning to the back to find the man that sent him out there. "Well, I've served everyone that I could. None seemed to be interested in anything more than what I served them. " -Posted with Wayfinder
GM: Vitrius continues to bring another round of mead to the men at the table. Once he has done so, he returns to the kitchen to find the cook. "Momma wants the special." He was starting to figure things out, and he may have had it wrong the whole time.
GM: Vitrius nods and says, "I will be happy to let him know." Wrong one. He then moves to the boisterous man and serves him and his friends a round of mead.
GM: Vitrius nods and goes to the kitchen and repeats the order, once he has what he needs he returns to the man with the two associates. "Your soup and two glasses for your friends. "" Vitrius was used to serving, but this wasn't his forte. He waited a moment for any indication that this was the right man. -Posted with Wayfinder
GM: Vitrius smiles at the little girl and nods to each of the men to indicate that he has heard them. He didn't have much time to choose, but he quickly went through each of them. The mother he noted out right away, she is barely the boss of her own children, let alone anything else. He would come to her later with the special however. The loud man was his first thought, but with the food and company, he seemed more a visiting noble. The other older man, the cool and collected one seemed to fit the bill. Succinct with his words and conducting his business eloquently. Vitrius came over to his table first. "One more bowl of soup and two glasses for your associates, right away." He serves them first and then will go to the back and retrieve the required food and drink before moving to the next table. He finds the man that sent him out there and says, "The table with the mother wants the special and I'm going to need some mead for my next go around."
GM: Taking a deep breath, Vitrius takes the serving platter and enters the dining area, looking for anyone that looks as if he or she seems to be running the show. Someone that has a lot of attendees around them, someone who begs everyone's respect.
GM: Vitrius nods. At this point he had nothing to go on, and any help he could get would go a long way. "Find the boss, right." He says as he takes the platter and grazes the man's hand attempting to get a vision from his thoughts as to who the boss is.
GM: Vitrius looks at the newcomer, acting as if he wasn't surprised that he wasn't alone. "The clothes? I know. Not what I would have chosen. Do you have anything better?"
GM: Vitrius shakes his head clear. The emotions welling up inside him he didn't have time to dwell on now. Razda killed him and Phaerlin. Some day she would have to answer for that, but not now.
Looking down at his clothes, he is reminded of his early days at temple. Hanging on to any scraps of knowledge while he scraped chamber pots, swept dirt off a dirt road and so many other demeaning things just to learn what he could of his kin and their storied history. He listens intently, trying to discern anything familiar about the voices he is hearing.
GM and Phaerlin: At the moment she grabs for the dagger, Vitrius grabs her wrist, extracting as much knowledge of her thoughts as he can before allowing his mind to separate from his body and join the flight to Phaerlin's side. He only smiles at her as the dagger plunges into his dead heart.
GM and Phaerlin: Seeing his friend succumb to his wounds, it takes all of Vitrius' self-control to not let out a primal scream and attack the wench that did this. Take the dagger. Take her trophy from her. Too easy. Only way. Is it?
Vitrius stands, bringing himself to his full height. "I hope that you are satisfied. Not only have you robbed a man of his life before he has had a chance to truly live it, you have robbed your clients of their prize. I am all that's left." He takes a dagger into his hands and places the point to his chest, just below the breastbone. One thrust would end it. "Your power is immense, I grant you. Yet, you play petty games with those who are obviously unable to respond in kind. To what end? I truly want to understand your thinking here. Honestly, do you want to show how much more destruction you can cause just to get us to what? Kneel to you? If you're offering a job, this is terrible way to go about it. Perhaps, if you showed us the way to such power, then we could be a true test to you. A true statement of what you are capable of, rather than leaving bodies in your wake." He nods toward Phaerlin. "Any thug can do that."
GM and Phaerlin: Vitrius glares at the woman, but says nothing as he checks on his friend, but is unable to do much for him.
GM: fair enough,I'll use it on the one that was going to hit me. Phaerlin's will be flavor.
DM and Phaerlin: Sensing the danger, Vitrius whirls to deflect the incoming daggers at himself and Phaerlin. In one swift motion, he grabs the dagger coming towards him out of the air, taps the one going towards Phaerlin to slow it down and throws the one in his hand at Razda.
Real Vampires Club: Vitrius shakes his head sadly. "Do you see? You know you can kill us with a thought, yet you toy with us. Phaerlin will not back down until either you or he is dead..." He is unable to finish as Phaerlin makes his move. Vitrius quickly moves in front of the daggers, ready to snatch them out of the air before they can hit Phaerlin.
DM and Phaerlin: Seeing Phaerlin put up a fight regardless of the position he is in enforces Vitrius' will. "Semantics. Your clients are your masters because it is they who feed your greed. My question is, what are you waiting for? You have us. Why not simply turn us over to your client and be done with us and move on to your next plaything? No, there is something more. Your greed. You want us for yourself. Phaerlin is strong and can take a lot of punishment, but yet you continue to test him. To what end? Do you have something to prove? It is clear to everyone here that you are indeed powerful, but who are you trying to impress? It would have been more impressive if you walked down off that throne, grabbed the dagger and fought Phaerlin. No magic, no tricks, just blood on blood, hand to hand. Yet here we are." He knows he is getting to her because she is lashing out, but Vitrius is careful not to get Phaerlin into more trouble. He knows he can read minds by touch, but instead he attempts to read hers from afar, imagining his mind touching her thoughts, looking for reason, some sense of direction.
GM and Phaerlin: "Your decorations are impressive, but they are simply that. Decorations. If you've brought us here to show off more of your power and influence, you are no more than any young boy attempting to prove his worth to his mates. I presume you have something else in mind, since you have brought us in here. Has your master arrived to take us into his custody?" Vitrius is defiant, but realizes any physical defiance is foolhardy. He hopes Phaerlin realizes this as well.
DM and Phaerlin: Vitrius stares at the woman, waiting for her to play her hand before speaking.
GM and Phaerlin: Vitrius pays attention to Phaerlin's story, nodding and approving. "I shall have to add this to my notes. It is a great thing that you have overcome our race's predilections towards depraved violence. Together we should be able to bring a change about our kind. Now if only to get you back in one piece."
DM And Phaerlin: Vitrius nods. "Fair enough, but I warn you, there isn't much to tell. I grew up in the coattails of my older siblings, in the Girsen House. Though noble born, I was to inherit little. That was fine with me,as I had no interest in being a plaything of the Great Houses. Instead,I chose to become a Lorekeeper, sworn protector of our race's combined knowledge and history. Eventually my training brought me to work with you and the others. Now, we're here and the others are missing." Vitrius pauses, as if forming his words carefully. "Our race seems to be reviled in other realms, if not hunted down. I intend to find out why. What about you? Surely your skills would have you chosen for one the House armies."
DM and Phaerlin: Vitrius looks over at the 'food' in disgust. Sighing, he goes to work on Phaerlin's wound with the bandages. "You need your strength friend, eat as much as you need."
GM and Phaerlin: "Now is not the time my friend, and we are both getting out of here or we are both dying. Let's see what this person wants from us and go from there." Vitrius will tend to Phaerlin's wound as he can. |