Forged of Western Rock IC

A ripple is sent through my body as old bones crack and new ones form. Im forced back to my Cail'is form. In an instant near 100 sharpened bones Shoot From my Prone corpse Piercing all around me. Many Bleach white bone near a foot long and insanely sharp, now extended 360 degrees from my body lifting my from the ground. Fortunately The Necromancer was a ways back and wasn't caught in the Skewer radius.

I lay motionless in the pinnacle of the bone. Slowly my natural regeneration takes over and i form back to my natural self.

Fuck that was painful

I Lie still as the bone retracts and the gaping wounds heal.

Bone Scewer 1: See above

Main Mess Hall, Cadkis Bloodfort
"My.. blood?" Min looked at Vash with wide eyes, sitting a bit more distant from her plate than before.

"Don't give it to her," Kav snarled. "She has some scheme. All vamp--" Food exploded in Kav's face. It took him a second to realize Min had released a force sphere point blank into his tray. He looked at her just as stunned as she had looked at Vash.

"Don't be dumb Kav," she said. "You better didn't do that on purpose." She turned back to Vash, and smiled. "Sheron taught me how to focus my soul, so I could do cool stuff like throw food everywhere! Food--"

It was Kav's turn to stop Min. Not everyone would respond as lightly to a food fight as she surely imagined. He shook his head. "Oh your no fun," she said. She lowered her body, as she had been poised to strike and leap from her seat. "Well, you can have some. Is it some kind of gesture amongst your people?"

Kav ceased to care. Fine. Be as friendly as you like with the parasite. What should I care? She's probably done me a service. He turned his attention back to his spoiled lunch. He was afraid, but he was more hungry. "Hey, uh, big guy? Mind if I have some of yours?" Normally he would have tapped the guy for attention, but this man wasn't normal.

Granderog head turned quickly and stared at Kav, the blood lust from eariler had returned.
Granderog let out a low and short growl from his throat before turning back to the still large pile of food.

"I'm sorry if the request seems a bit odd. It's normally just a greating between clan leaders. It represents a multitude of things. Understanding of the thing that works within all Pakt-sesh, a decleration of unity, a symbol of blood ties, but most importantly it allows the Pakt-sesh to understand eachother's actions." Vash was still not looking at Min for fear that Min might be dusgusted with her people's culture as most other societies seem to be.

"You see the taste of someone's blood can tell the drinker more about a person than many months of spending time together. It can tell me your age, race, ethnicity within taht race, wether or not you possess magic, what forms of magic you might have, what blood lineage you descend from. It can even sense the good or evil in ones heart. The reason I ask for your blood is because you intrigue me. Unlike my new squad you seem to face a fight with a unique perspective of humour. You seem to be kind hearted, childish, and outgoing. the latter two of those are rare amongst my people." Vash finally peaked a glimpse at Min and noticed that she seemed to have a rather studious look on her face. Vash smiled gently, relieved that Min was not repulsed by her. "May I see your hand Min?"

Min stretched out her hand slowly, not sure of what would. "So... how much do you need... exactly?" Vash picked up her knife and very gently placed the tip on the end of Min's index fingure.

"I only need about 3 drops." She poked down with the knife, barely drawing blood from min's fingure. Vash took Mins hand and began to suckle on the tip of mins fingure, gently drawing what few drops of blood she needed. "Interesting" Vash said as let go of mins hand. She turned to Kav.

"You're not very fond of my kind are you?" Vash asked as she pushed her almost full plate toward Kav. "You can have it if you want." Vash let go of the tray and stared at Kav. "I know my people have had a bad history, but please know that not all of our kind deserve the name..." she paused, hating to say the word herself. "I - it would mean alot if you could not call us vampires."

"Hahaha! I no longer must suffer this constant bordom!
""A rare albiet worthless changling, a sentient zombie, and a declawed vampire all mixed into this wonderful place. I have been much to concerned with my main goal to realise how boring it was! I think I will stick around here for a bit longer than expected and see how this all plays out."
Granderog finishes his good and frowns.
"Could it be? Yes... I am enjoying this, it has only been one morning but I definantly am." How long has it been since the last time?"
Granderog turns away from the empty plate into the middle of the small group.
"What is left to do?"
He says with an emotionless face.

I slowly come to..

Dammit that was painful.. What the hell was that? and where the hell did that magus go?... today's definitely not my day...

Still lying motionless on the ground

Damn.. i'm back as myself.. Hope no one saw me like this..

The halls were barren. I get up and head to the lunch hall.

Arthas peeked out from under the bed (startled by the spikes that shot out of his comrade's body). *English accent* What a strange person.

Arthas crawls out from under the bed and sits back down on it. A blank look crosses his face as his head tilts sideways. I think it's time for some sleep.... Today has just been too weird.

ZZZZZzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz...........

Main Mess Hall, Cadkis Bloodfort
Kav reeled back. Big guy likes his food. Had Kav been more manipulatively inclined, perhaps he would have made the mental note that food could be used as an motive for Granderog. Instead he resigned to not deal with the man, he was just too scary. Kav took Vash's offering of food rather crudely with his claws. "Thank you," he said.

"Soooo?" Min was watching Vash intently, gauging her reaction. "Did I taste good?"

Kav let out a puff of air that was his equivelent of a grunt. She gives her blood to a vampire and that's her concern? Kav was not liking this girl more and more. Rather than hear a stupid answer to a stupid question, Kav decided he should ask something more useful of this apparently sociable vampire. "Unity? So are your kind trying to come together? As I remember the blood-lovers fought over hunting grounds and marriage rights and if blue was a better color than yellow."

"What is left to do?" asked Granderog, out of the blue.
Min put her hand on his head, feeling a fragment of his hardness. "What do you mean Mister Mountain?" she asked back.

Vash let out a playful laugh when Min asked if she tasted good. "You're very unique Min. Your bloodline has told me much about you." Vash leaned in closer so that her mouth was next to Min's ear. "I've only tased the blood of jinn once, but never have I tasted a hlaf jinn, half seer before." She leaned back. "It explains your personality very well. As for your question Kav, we are trying to unite the Pakt-sesh... in a way. Recently it has come to the attention of my clan, that although all of our kind share a lineage and respect eachother greatly, it is hard for any of us to work together. Our ideologies differ grealty. My clan is one of peace, only taking blood from those that offer it and protecting the people of their territory, however tour cousins to the east are more prone to a violent nature. They enjoy the hunt too much sometimes. They don't often drink human blood but that does not stop them from hunting down a human if they may enter their forest."

"What is left to do?" Ganderog blurted out. Min jumped up and rested her hands on his head.

"What do you mean Mister Mountain?" she said.

"He means we have to go." Vash said. "By order I am to leave as soon as I am capable to find and assist Both. Now if you'll excuse us." Vash scooted out of the bench and walked over to Ganderog. "Come on big guy. There's gonna be alot of food when we get there." Ganderog suddenly stood up with enough force to force Min to stagger backwards and flip over the table, sending Kav's food through the air, landing on another person. Ganderog's face was far more serious then it normally was. Was it because I mentioned food?

"Min, one last question before we head out. Do you have any reason why Mileen chose not to let you go with us? Your blood lineage perhaps?"

"Eh? Orders? Both?"
Granderog got up to follow Vash at the sound of food.
"What exactly is going on here? I have heard of no orders..."
"I suppose it's best just to play along for now?"

I finally find the mess room after only a few minuets a searching...
I'm getting better at this.
I enter to see the rest of my lovely friends and former enemies finishing up there meals.

Main Mess Hall, Cadkis Bloodfort
Kav dismissed Vash's answer as sugar-coating. Really, she was ignorant. As if he cared for the humans whose blood they fed upon. They needed only one to sustain their life-- Kav's own father burned villages when he was grumpy.

"I dunno," Min was finishing up her converstion with the vampire. "I guess to send me somewhere else. It's not like the whole fort is going with you."

It was this moment Mark walked up to the group. "Battlemaster Vashantihr, I carry a message from Warmaster Mileen. She wishes for you to make haste to your destination. Silis, along with your supplies, await in the guardhouse at the edge of the fort."

"Of course." Vash bowed. "Thank you Mark." Vash patted Ganderog on the back and turned to Vallen. "We're going now. you'll have to eat on the move." she directed her attention to Min. "I just think that it's odd she is sending so few to help Both and that its even more odd that she might not send someone who almost single handedly defeated the entire group she's sending, but its not my decision so i will simply have to accept it. Farewell you guys." Vash turned back to Vallen" Take Ganderog and youself to the guard house and check out your supplies. I'll meet you there in ten minutes."
Vash hurried to her room to grab what few things she needed and she found the necro mancer lying there, sleeping. Lazy undead piece of "Wake up" Vash said as she nudged the zombie with her foot. We have to go now. You've got 5 minutes to get what you need and go to the guardhouse."

Granderog did what he was told and headed for the guardhouse, not bothering to wait for anyone.
"So she is our battle master eh? Doesn't that work out perfectly."

Damnit...
Still quite soar from before, I grab my tray and head after the apparently anxious Goliath not knowing in the slightest why im taking orders from Vash or grabbing supplies.. I guess I've grown out of questioning the motives of these damn humans.

"Huh... what?" Arthas replied somewhat groggily. "Go where now?" he asked as he slowly got up. But the woman was already gone/

"I think I heard guardhouse, hopefully that's what she said..." Having nothing to pack, Arthas went and relieved himself (yes, even zombies hear the call of nature) and headed over to... Hopefully the guardhouse?

Vash arrived at the guardhouse to find everyone except the necromancer there. She knew he was on his way so she sat down and waited.
"Soooo why are we here?" Vallen asked
"I'll tell you in a minute." Vash responded and right on que Arthas walked into the room. Vash stood up. "Now that we're all here I have something to tell you. As per instructions of Mileen I am your new battlemaster. The 5 of us, Silis, Arthas, Vallen, Ganderog, and myself, will be moving to the front lines to support Warmaster Both. I apologize for not informing you earlier. We will leave immediatly since we are all assembled. Now come on. We can't be heroes if we sit on our asses." Vash Let out a playful laugh. She turned and began walking toward her destination. "Anyway, if you have anything to ask don't hesitate."

As we begin our journey i make my way towards Vash.

"So Vash, not that i don't have the up-most respect for you but, how were you put in charge of us? I mean you were vicious in our fight, but i don't know why they would just suddenly appoint you our leader? The elderborne are not generally loved by humans? It just seems odd... thats all... oh, and you can call me Sorith, Vallen was my guardians name..."

"It's nice to finally meet you Sorith. I had a feeling vallen wasn't your real name..." Vash paused looking at the ground as she continued walking. "To be honest I have no idea why I was made leader, but i think it has something to do with me being a Pakt-sesh." Vash continued walking. "I never got the chance to apologize, maybe I'll make it up to you sometime soon."

Granderog takes a glance at the cart that the others seem to have ignored.
He lets out a grunt before climbing up and sitting in the back.

i lkook towards and put one of my hands on the cart.

"Ok, that clears a few things up.. You think they could have put a few more coloured ribbons on this thing?"

I look towards Vash once again, This time with a much more serious face.

"Oh and Vash, I'dd like to thank your clan once again for taking in what was left of my people. We would all be dead if not for the Pakt-seshs assistance."

Cave, Greighbaugh Province
“I can’t believe this!” Kilj sent rocks and water hurling through the cave.
Marquis disagreed: he could believe this. “Someone has been destroying them. Deliberately. It has to be.” He looked over his companions. He saw that he was not alone in this deduction.
“Aye,” the word was more of a snarl from Nezminc’s mouth. “Where!” The sliver choked. “Where be the possessors!?”

“Agh! Whatever. We’ll divine it later. The Bloodmaster is not far from here.” Kilj shifted the group’s focus to their second objective.
Marquis dropped down on a rock, sitting in defeat. “I guess you’re right.” He sighed. He had been so close, so much closer to his past. He placed his head in his teal, naked hands. He scorned their nakedness. None of his group offered sympathy. In fact…
“Watch yourself,” advised Kilj. Marquis suddenly remembered the presence of their newest member. He rose his head up and located her.

Sara stood at the opening of the cave, looking from the mountain down at something Marquis couldn’t discern. She was still, perfectly still even in the face of the powerful mountain winds.

Black Bluffs, Ravil Province
Leo and Lea ate lunch together, removed from the rest of the army. It took a number of clever lines and strange orders from Leo to arrange the moment. As a result, Leo didn’t doubt that his soldiers knew what was up. He hoped it would lighten them up, but as a leader he couldn’t help but think that they might judge him poorly.

“Sooo,” Leo teased. “How you enjoying your lovely rations? I opened them up myself ya know, just for you.” Lea moved her gaze to him. Unreadable, and unproductive of a response. Leo lifted his arm, spreading open his claws but an inch away from his face. “With this very paw. This very one, all for ya.”

Lea returned her gaze to her pitiful meal. “Next time, I’ll provide the sustenance.” Gah! Miss. Leo considered subtracting a point. “Once,” Lea began. Oh man! Maybe he did get a point. Lea’s pause lasted long, as if gazing at her rations in silence was amazing reflection. “Bullwinkle restored a dying elk to perfect health.” Leo knew right where this was going. Stories involving Bullwinkle involved him killing something. “He then slaughtered it. It was the most delicious thing I ever did taste.” Score one for Bullwinkle. Maybe she was the gory type.

“Hey,” Leo was about to spring into a rant about how he couldn’t be blamed for lack of magical powers or for the fact that he couldn’t leave the camp for fear of discovery, but was interrupted by the sudden presence of a small girl at his private picnic. “Hey princess!” he greeted. He then noticed her face, something was wrong about it. “You doin’ okay?”

“Who are you?” Apparently she was the one asking the questions here. Leo saddened. He really didn’t want to kill a child.

“We are the Lolin’s.” Lea grabbed Leo’s paw and held it as if a lover. Leo liked where her head was. “At least, as of yesterday.” Lea smiled at Leo. Oh man was she convincing. All this act for a kid too?
“Your Cadkisi, aren’t you? Cadkisi in Ravil.”
Lea opened her mouth but Leo had got there first. “Yep, you got us,” Leo acted found out. “I brought the misses to the bluffs, thought it’d be romantic.” Leo moved his paw to his mouth and whispered aloud. “It’s not working.”

“Oh. Okay. So you’re not bad guys?” The girl stepped closer, opening up her trust to her new friends.
“Not at all,” replied Leo. She reached them, only about two feet away from where they stood.
“My name’s Mina,” she said.

"It's what my people do. We protect those that can't protect themselves or at least that's what we want to do." Vash kept walking, the blood fort somehow far off behind them, barely visible. "Ganderog, I would enjoy it if you didn't sit on the cart too long, it'll tire out the oxen even quicker and we'll have to stop sooner."

"Merrrrgh" Granderog lets out a low grown in acknowledgement and he gets off the cart with a creak.

♫Tcharreh heyh... a-ueregehe... durumu cheseys ano♫ Vash sang gently as her and her companions walked along a long road going toward their destination. ♫Tcharreh heyh a-ueregehe durumu cheseys ano Perru-dame bohs anah an-ahee♫ she pulled out a small book, about the size of fist, and began scribbling in it as she continued to sing. ♫ Yepeyh muun kend-ahee... mepelectan ahsako... hissleheyh ecanah-akah aho.♫