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The attack did hit something. You knew as much when through the contact of your spear, you felt something other than the castle crack and quite tellingly too. There is sound of something fluttering up above you, like a wing.
@Janus @Cambion @shinkiro @Desdendelle @Maximum Power @Nerx
Throughout various means you enter the upper floor and look upon the room. Aside from the whole that @Sword of Mars made just recently, the room is extremely ornate is a Gothic sense. Heavy tapestry line the walls, ornate candlebras cast a gloomy light and all things lead to single figure and the room's center piece. It hard to see the figure's features but he is kneeling reverently in front of a large partially raised coffin. Lying upon a bed of withered roses the coffin is angled to the point where the eyes would naturally follow it up towards a large painting. It is of a woman and it's careful work denotes a level of extreme and devotion went into it's creation as the attention of detail is impressive beyond all reasonable doubt.
@Noob5674 You can only look on through the windows but you can feel a sense of simmering rage and weariness emanate from the room.
@Sword of Mars Tired as you may be, you can still hear everything that goes on above.
It is then that the figure speaks. The voice is male, but extremely weary sounding, like the person has nothing truly left to live for.
"In my younger days, I would have taken great offense to an intrusion such as this. I can assume that with your presence here that Balthamey is dead? You need not answer, you physical presence is answer enough."
A sigh follows and then the figure stands revealing himself to you all. He is pale, deathly so, with pale hair that stands on its ends, and clothing that is reminiscent of the stereotypical vampire, save for one detail. One of the edges of his cloak is broken, as if something tore through it. He looks at you all before looking directly at @Janus and @Cambion . His eyes scan you two before they slightly widen.
"I was told that you warriros bear aspects of others long since past within you... What drives you so that you would turn against fore-bearers with such brazen ignorance?" Another sigh follows before he addresses you all. "Do you wish to know why I have done what I have done? If I had aided my 'superior' in these efforts then they would return my dear Charlotte to me. Free for her father's grip and Carmilla's lust..." He closes his eyes and squares his shoulders. As he does his hands drop to his sides, altering themselves into a pair of demented claws.
"I am Meier Link, he who represents the sin of Sloth, and I will be your end." He intones quietly before his cape folds itself into a long wing like structure and he lunges at you.
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"fancy talk for a dead man."
A grin spread across Alexs face as a surge of murderous intent flooded his body, dark chi slowly wafting off his form, before amassing in his hands, thrusting them forwards and sending a fireball on an interception path for this so called Meier.
It takes a great deal of patience, willpower, and mental growth to not take immediate action, knowing that one's size could break many things.
None of which Ken has, and is made apparent as he proceeds to pout, right before a gale of wind seems to blow through the room towards the window he's at...and will soon be made apparent that he's taking a deep breath for something that should be clear as day to everybody else, seeing how he's done this so many times before.
Jacob
The powerful warlock thought for a moment, before he raised his hands. "Everyone, stop!!!"
Another Sin... I sat out every other encounter with them, but I think it's time I finally entered a battle myself.
Yet I can't help but have reservations against this. Most prominently because the man seems to have more reason in him than the others we've faced. Maybe this battle does not have to end in death? Maybe we can come to an accord? However difficult it may be, I'd like to try.
I have a feeling that negotiations may not be as simple as i'd prefer, given that he's already decided to engage us. But surely that doesn't close off the possibility? Perhaps if I can subdue him fast and hard, I can spare his life before any of my more trigger happy fellows get too overeager!
Stepping quickly away from his lunge towards the group, I breathe deeply and take a stance I've never known before yet somehow do now. I can feel my life energy intensifying and growing outwards from my body, a golden light that emerges from deep within me. From this light forms a magnificent shape.
This is...
"One-Hundred Type Guanyin Bodhisattva!"
Without hesitation my hands form a shape resembling the number ninety nine.
"Ninety-Ninth Hand!"
With a little luck, i'll have him incapacitated with just this. Though just in case I think i'll keep my senses sharp to notice any movement when the attack concludes. Still, here's to hoping...
As I arrived with the other into the main chamber I took a step back as the possible vampire or demon addressed me specifically. I don't recall knowing him but it's possible my memories have been fudged with. As the other start to square off with Meier Link, I turn my eyes to Ken and hope he doesn't get antsy and try to get in on the fightTurning to the newcomer, my left hand transforms into a six fingered hand. Using a simple hand gesture, I cause his hands to raise straight upward, then stop, then suddenly, the whole group, and probably Sloth could only move their eyes, and no other parts of their body.
"Now that I have got everyone's attention. . . It is time for us to talk, like civilized creatures."
"Sloth, or is it, Meier Link. . . I have a proposal for you. Stop working for your boss, and I will bring back whoever you want."
Seeing the annoying woman from before trying to kidnap, grave rob?, the man's dead wife or lover royally pissed me offDespite being slightly exhausted Jessica smirked rubbing her hands together viewing the very expensive things in the room.
Seeing the dudebro who ran this place attack her companions she summoned several clones and...
They began ransacking the place stuffing more things into her bag to the point it was almost bursting, then they saw the coffin...
One totally grabs the painting as well. Jessica is a little bit of a asshole.
While the clones stuffed the bag, Jessica's main body used a chain spear to yank and pull the coffin entirely towards her until she caught it.
"Hohohoh... what extravagance!" She clearly wasn't interested in fighting and was almost on her way out from the 'shortcut' she had created. Her clones trailing behind her with arms full of ornaments and one holding her bag.
It was at this point people may have realized that nobody explained why she should care about some random Goth man and why she should fight him.
"THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU" I hiss in a rage as I appeared before her, wrapped in shadows with my cape spread like wings and my chains flailing