User Covenants RP Thread

That would be Wulf......

I meant rayne, since I didn't know just what kinda character he has. Also why not continue with Avrik and his crow?

At some point I'm gonna have laplace try to stop the fire... maybe... If I feel like it.

No his guy is Wulf. I help him write the guy

Oh **** its Laplace:affraid:

Sorry guys I had been up for 24+ hours because my job sucks, and I slept forever! I'll get to writing my next piece now.

Drake stood on a roof bow in hand, arrow notched, watching. It had taken Drake what felt like ages to reach the top of this two story building. When he had suggested to Adrasteia they try and take up a position on the roof she simply nodded and in a few graceful movements easily scaled it's full height. Drake on the other hand clumsily climbed the buildings rough unfinished face, while Adrasteia peered over the edge taunting him.

By the time Drake had accomplished his task and reached the top he had built up so much rage and frustration towards the stranger he could hardly think. He quickly scanned the roofs around him, bow in hand arrow at the ready. He quickly spotted Wulf standing on a rooftop and across a wide gap was his prey sprawled out with a sword buried in his back. Drake took a deep calming breath and slowly pulled back on his bowstring, ready to make the fatal blow.

Suddenly the crumpled body began to move, the Dead Knight stared down the shaft of his arrow and watched as the stranger heaved himself up onto his hands and knees. "Even after all this you still wish to live," Drake felt as his anger slowly faded. "Your body is beaten and battered, you are pursued by a force you cannot hope to defeat and still you fight," Drake felt admiration well inside him. This stranger had faced off against five of the Gravesworn's best and escaped. Now he continued to lose them at every turn, Drake couldn't help but feel respect for a man capable of such things.

Drake slowly shook his head as his bow lowered, "I may kill this this man today, but it won't be with an arrow from 50 yards." Drake paused slowly replacing his arrow in his quiver, "the stranger has proven he deserves a better end then that."

Drake peered over the side of the building, he would surely continue his pursuit, but now getting down off this roof was a more clear and present danger. He spotted a sort of balcony half way down the side and heaved his towering frame over the edge, he landed with a heavy thud and the balcony shook violenty but held strong under his weight.

As he looked down preparing for his final leap to the ground he saw Adrasteia casually jump off the roof and gently land on another roof not yet caught up in the blaze raging about them. Drake let out a heavy sigh, while his armor would make traversing that blaze relatively painless it was not helping him now. He lept from the balcony, landing akwardly but managing to stay mostly up right.

Drake turned and ran when he approached the blaze he brought his arms over his head and charged through. The fire merely felt warm to him, the intricately carved black armor he wore was an amazing protection against the fire. After clearing the inferno he turned north east, he was determined to face this man.

Had to explain what I was doing while the escapes occurred. I'll probably have another piece coming to get further caught up but I may have to discuss with Viral and Doughy before finishing it.

Viral, Skype!

Glad to see Laplace enter the fray, this sure is getting interesting.

MUAHAHAHHAH!

*ahem*

Rayne caught a breath, his second wind had come. His fatigue was not in his body but in his mind. He'd been contemplating the mans play from the beginning, wondering if an assassin of his caliber was only playing the part of a cornered rat to secure his true goals. His attempts at predetermining possible traps or ambushes continued to run through his mind, still keeping with the required moments reflexes. But something was not right. Something felt strangely uniformed in the process of events. Only he'd not quite understood how or why.

"No... would be ridiculou-", The crash of glass and the blast from the side of the warehouse wall cut short his evaluation. His eyes only catching a glimpse of the cause, he rushed after a set of rapid shock-waves of heavy greaves trampling through the tumbling rubble. His assassin had found a new friend.

and if a retract is needed np just thought I'd give duh Rayne man a little shine.

Lol looks fine to me. I just need cloud to answer a pm then my next piece is going up.

You made a lore character didnt you? I shall have to familiarise myself with him so there are no nasty surprises. Nice lore by the way.

thanks NR-K for that, and sorry i wasn't able to get a post out last night, i was busy with a few things around the house, and today i won't be on much either, as i still have to complete said things. which mostly involves work, i'll possibly be on later, but idk. i also won't be on DkS much today.

Well i'm sure between me, wulf and NR-K we can write for Rayne until you return.

Drake felt the rush of air and knew what was coming next, he quickly grabbed Adrasteia, shoved her through a door and covered her with his body as best he could. Then it came, a thunderous explosion followed by huge fireball raced down the alley. He felt the heat singe his back even through his armor, after it passed Adrasteia shoved him off of her and coughed.

"Glad to see you're still alive," Drake watched her as she quickly stood, "I grow tired of this Adrasteia, you need to get ahead and trap them for I fear we are being lead into an ambush." Adrasteia nodded her acknowledgement as they walked outside.

The pair moved through the scorched and burned alleyway, passing blown out and utterly destroyed buildings. When they reached the tower that would allow them access to the Parish Drake nodded to Adrasteia, he watched as she deftly scaled the building. Leaping from small windows and finding foothold in gaps left by dislodged blocks. Then she reached the top and was out of site, sprinting across the tower to leap down to the battlements below.

Drake turned his attention back to his own pursuit, Adrasteia was good but she could not last alone forever. He took off around the tower seeking the door when he heard a loud howl echo through the Burg, he stopped and looked left. Wulf was running down an alleyway, his pack following closely behind him. Moon, visibly straining to keep up, lagged behind the group the days events had obviously taken a toll on her.

As he neared Drake spoke, "They are heading into the Parish, I believe they have arranged an ambush." he paused a moment as Moon approached. "I have sent Adrasteia ahead, she should be able to hault their progress long enough for us to catch them." Drake turned barreled through the door into the tower and led his group up the stairs.

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Adrasteia kept to the long shadows cast by the rising sun. She had beaten the fleeing men to the top of the tower and was now ahead of them, moving as quickly and stealthily as she could across the battlements. As she approached the second tower she looked back to notice the stranger's rescuer had stumbled and dropped his burden. She stiffled laughter as she watched him desperately struggle to pick the man up and heave him onto his back.

Suddenly she heard a voice from above her, she pressed her body against the tower and looked up. A man was leaning over the edge peering into the fading darkness. Adrasteia leaned off the edge of the battlement and found foothold on the tower, slowly climbing along it's perimeter. When she was sure she had arrived at their flank she started her way up, slowly finding hand holds in the loose mortar holding the stone tower together, her Great Scythe weighing heavily on her back.

She reached the top and peered over, three men clad in black wearing masks to hide their faces gazed down from the tower. She could hear them discussing who the stranger carrying the man they referred to as their leader was. She slowly lifted herself up on to the roof, with a quick look at her surroundings she saw the shattered remains of a spear. Ensuring she made no noise she picked up what was left of the spear and a plan quickly came to shape in her mind.

Suddenly the man furthest to the right stood tall, Adrasteia wasted no time heaving the spear at him and sprinting across the width of the tower. The spear took the man full in the back, the dull worn blade striking with such force it drove into the mans flesh, as the other men turned they saw him double over and fall off the tower screaming.

Before either man could act Adrasteia was upon them, her Great Sythe held high. With a powerful two handed swing she caught the man on her left just above his collar. The blow catching the opening above his armor and cleanly removing the man's head. With flowing movements she adjusted the grip on her weapon and struck out again, with the long handle of her weapon. The attack struck the last man in the chest, denting his armor and sending him stumbling backwards off the edge. Adrasteia stepped up to look over and watched him land with a sickening thud below.

"Stop wasting time Kirito. You're one man." the man laughed as his companion struggled to pick him up again. "I have more tricks these days. Just watch." He slipped his talisman out of his sleeve and concetrated.
"What are you doing?" Kirito asked
"They know where we are already" the man panted "let's invite everyone to the party."
While concentrating on the talisman he pulled out a ball of some sort. With all his strength he threw it upwards and shot a small force ball after it. Mid air they collided and smoke exploded out in a small sphere.

Adrasteia spun around from the carnage she had created to see the air behind her explod into smoke. She looked around suddenly, sure a signal had been sent before she realised she had already killed the men standing watch. She laughed, the man was out of luck.

Drake saw the smoke and worried for Adra. He had sent her ahead thinking she would be safe. He hoped she knew what she was doing.

Wulf, Moon and Rayne saw the smoke. They came from the direction Wulf had pointed them. They were on the right track.

Laplace saw the smoke and knew he had found whatever had woken him.

At the church of velka the gate sniper looked through his binoculars and saw the smoke. He immediately dropped down from his perch and ran inside. Moments later 10 men emerged from the parish, all clad in armour with their faces shrouded. The smoke was red. The lord's call had been sent, and they would answer.

For once Avrik was dumbstruck. The Tombs. No one invited outsiders to the Tombs, not even the Lord of Dark.

Something was going on and he didn't like it.

"My-my Lord......" He made a rattling sound with his jaw bone that sounded like an uneven breath. "I-I-I as-sure you that it twas not me would called you there.... Mayhaps D-Drake. He did not intend for this farce.... but the assassin is quick and the hunt i-ts taking time"

The arrow wound had left a large hole in Avrik's tattered clothing so that his entire rib cage was exposed, the charred grey bones, and the malign energy that held him together. How had an arrow wounded him so. Only the holy weapons of the knights had affected him thus and what the Bowman had used was no holy arrow.

"Lord" said Avrik pushing himself to his feet. "Mayhaps we may seek out Drake after this incident is done"



Meanwhile Kirito collapsed under the armoured wieght of the assassin. He was lighter than he appeared but even so the assassin combined with the bulk of his own armour had tired him.

The warrior fell to the floor heavily, landing on top of his arm with a sickening crunch., and a jolt of firey pain.

Kirito cried out, gazed around through the fog like haze that had obscured his vision. He stood, his right arm reaching for the whip ay his waist, while the left hung limply.

The armoured fighter was horrified, but a scraping of iron on stone drew his attention to the portal. Through it emerged a massive armoured for, halberd in hand, flanked by both Andrastiea, now down from the roof, and Wulf fangs showing in a display of feral hate.