Arc: #1: The Royal Encounter

[Rahgio]

<OOC> :Rahgio, Strahd, Nathan, and one of Konon's characters only. In the ending posts, there will be god mod mostly between Rahgio and the Queen. Please remember that outside of the Arc there is to be NO god modding, Thank you.

Now Konon, Strahd, would one of you like to start us off?

[Strahd]

A soft tapping of boots on the ground can be heard as Strahd moves across the area. Like a black phantom. On his back a rather large zwei-hander rests held steady by a hand gripping its hilt as he moves quickly. Stopping quickly he turns looking about with narrowed eyes slowly he walks into a clearing the moon catching on his pale figure causing him to look luminescent. "A beautiful night, there is a peculiar smell in the air," he says softly speaking to himself.

Moving quickly again he passes in front of a slow moving procession before stopping and looking towards it. "So other people tread upon the night tonight but what is with these numbers," Strahds cold voice echos out from the darkness as he steps into full view with the moon behind him. His crimson eyes narrowed like slits as they stare at the oncoming procession high above the area was a small black raven who's loud caws could be heard easily.

While his actions could be taken as hostility he was clearly just making sure it wasn't a group of hunters after his own hide.Regardless cruel cold eyes stared out towards the oncoming group, while still fairly far away from the group he couldn't really see who or what it was just yet and was only giving his attention due to the peculiar scent the group was giving off.

[Rahgio]

-Rahgio flew far above the city where the eye had been located surveying the scene bellow, making a sharp turn to avoid a small raven caused Rahgio's attention to turn from the buildings to the lone person far bellow. The way he moved easily betrayed that he was not as young as his outward appearance suggested, Rahgio assumed that this far north this person would be either a Methuselah or a rather foolish Demon. This was almost the heart of his Aunt's territory, not a good place for anything but a Methuselah or someone who could fly quite fast.-

~And here I was hoping I would get here fast enough not to have to compete for the Eye. This will just be one more pain I'll have to deal with on this mission.~

-Hinazu had decided to get herself lost while following him... Well half of it was probably his fault, having forgotten to slow down enough for her smaller wings to keep up. Then his focus was turned to a smell in the distance, he could smell that the entire Methuselahn army was there. Including the Queen's entourage, which meant that his Aunt herself was coming. Things had just gone from inconvenient to worst-case scenario. He could probably take his Aunt in a one-on-one fight but there were thousands of Methuselah and several hundred Angels. The best he could hope for would be a narrow escape if the entire ary and the Queen leaped on him at once, and if he got caught.... Uncle Lucifer certainly wasn't going to get him out of that situation again.

[Strahd]

Strahds blade comes off his back quickly the massive unwieldy blade held with ease in one hand. Running his other hand's palm down the edge a cut forms and leaks a fair amount of blood before sealing up. The blood slowly begins to increase in volume and take on the shape of a equally large blade as crimson as the blood itself. The two blades course with power though the freshly made one was feeble in comparison with the massive blade he had previously on his back. Looking up his eyes lock onto Rahgio rather quickly the raven being also capable of relaying information back to him. Due to the nature of the creature being a bound familiar though in such a case it was a pure dark arcane creation given birth by way of hellish ritual magic. Such that could in theory summon even greater demons and devils.

Though it was clear that Strahd's talent in the field of magic was limited his body gave off a almost endless amount of power that those capable of sense could feel with no effort for quite a long distance. I was his natural innate potential however a single look at him pretty much told you all you needed to know he was more than trained for physical combat. It was something as much his primal nature as the bloodlust and thirst that controlled much of his lifestyle.
"Are you a friend or a foe, if your hunting me I shall only give you the mercy that is at this moment to flee with your life." Strahd says in a unnaturally soft voice that carried easily to where Rahgio was its inflection lacking any sort of emotion save a intense and vicious sense of logic instead at least right then.

[Rahgio]

-Rahgio watched as Strahd drew his blade from his back, the blade wasn't a bad length honestly it was about the same length as his own. He could feel the large amount of energy coming from Strahd, an impressive amount for someone who looked so small. From Rahgio came nothing, a void of power an had he not been seen, Strahd possibly may have not even noticed him. Rahgio drew out a cigarette and started smoking as he listened to Strahd's little announcement. Then Rahgio replied, his voice quiet like he was next to Strahd, but enough power to force many lesser beings to their knees.

"I hunt no one but those who destroyed my family. I am no enemy unless you serve the Queen of fang or the King of claw. Now what say you, be you friend or foe?"

-Rahgio's wings disappeared but he did not plummet to the ground, he floated gently down. Discarding his now spent cigarette, he took a sip from his flask. Finally reaching the ground, Rahgio landed 20 feet in front of Strahd.-

[Strahd]

"King of Claw and Queen of Fang there's some interesting titles, what pray tell are they supposed to be some pathetic upstart trying to play at being a great "hero" like the immortals of old, but if my loyalty is in question I serve only myself as for my intentions simple to lay waste to the hallowed grounds of heaven and kill god," Strahd says not really caring if that was a satisfactory.

His blade moves up and points at Rahgio in a wary manner while the other hangs at his side it crimson form catching the moonlight. Strahd's eyes shift as he turns to face the now much closer procession. His main blade shifts pointing towards the incoming group the blade glows darkly for a moment much more so than it had been as life force is sapped from Strahd feverishly. The wind kicks up slightly as the heavy battle field like scent of death, decay and blood come off of Strahd. His legs stiffen for a moment his main blade is quickly sheathed while the crimson one simple dissolves and is absorbed back into Strahd's Palm before he quickly moves towards the procession.

Stopping abruptly a few feet from the front of the massive group he tilts his head up looking over the lot. "So who are you pathetic lot," he says without the single hint of respect or even intent to give it instead a rather blood thirsty tone was in his voice. The army of people causing his bloodlust to come to the surface even if only slight as his eyes become a bright bloody crimson as opposed to the dull crimson they usually where.

[Procession of the Fang Crest]

-The front ranks of the massive army came to a stop several yards before Strahd, the front ranks were made up of New Methuselah which were obviously the newest and most experienced of the army. Every hundred feet or so across the front ranks, a banner would fly. A crimson red banner with blinding silver fangs depicted upon them. Once the entire force had stopped behind them, the Methuselah put their hands to their sheaths, raised their shields, and readied their spears. Most eyes were focused on the source of the vest power that now stood before them in the shape of the Old Methuselah, but a few of them turned their attention to the odd void of power that lay with the strange being that stood several hundred feet behind Strahd. Then an older soldier came to the front to speak.-

"Hail, fellow night walker! We are the army of the Queen of Fang, and we have come here to retrieve something that rightfully belongs to our beloved queen. We have no wish to fight you fellow night walker, but we are ready to defend ourselves. But before we get to ahead of ourselves, would you not tell us who you and your odd companion are? And maybe what you companion is? I have never smelled a being like him before."

[Rahgio]

"Kill god ehh? Then our goal are not far from the same. He has held his throne for far to long. but what would you do if you were to kill him? would you take his throne for yourself?"

-Rahgio watches Strahd approach the procession, not demanding an answer to his question, just hoping to let the man think about the answer. Maybe one day he would tell Rahgio what it was, though maybe not.
He watched as the Procession came to a halt, and waited for them to mention him as they questioned Strahd. Not wanting to have to move very far when the bloodshed began, Rahgio moved up next to Strahd, approximately 5 feet between them.-

-Rahgio speaks to Stahd silently enough for the army not to hear him.-

"I have the feeling you intend to fight, I do not know which side you intend to take. Either way you will have my sword, but if you choose to fight me, having my sword means it will cut between your Adams apple and your chin."

[Strahd]

Strahd stands quietly his eyes staring at the soldier addressing him "I have no idea who or what he is nor do I care honestly, So this queen person is so weak as to require a army for her conquests that is just pathetic," he says speaking to the soldier though he made no sign to strike at least not yet.His left eye shift looking slightly back behind him "I do not intend to take his throne, it is a matter of vengeance," he says in a voice that that could be heard easily and despite such it was as soft as a whisper.

Shifting his attention back to the soldier "I am Strahd Volkevik Kleist, alias Overfiend Crimson Berzerker, My purpose in front of you is to gaze upon this so called Queen of Fang so that I may know the foolish woman who dares to proclaim rule over me," Strahd says bluntly his manner to the point though it was clear he neither recognized nor accepted the so called queen of fang as anything more than a harlot.

"You speak of sides as if such has anything to do with me, I side with no one but myself,I owe no loyalty to you nor any other being in this world or the next and any who demands otherwise I will crush under heel and toe be it that so called King of Claw, or This so called Queen of Fang and her army or even you," Strahd says giving a rather simple reply back towards Rahgio.

[Procession of the Fang Crest]

-The man puts his hand to the hilt of his sword as Rahgio approaches, and then eases it off as he comes to a halt. The soldiers around him shuddered as if they had experienced an intensely bitter wind as their eyes are kept on Rahgio. The man would once again turn his attention to Strahd, anger flashing through his eyes.-

Obviously you are a wanderer, or you would know better then to say such a thing about our queen fellow night walker. She gave us new power over our own fates, allowing us to walk freely among the humans. Without fear of being prosecuted. Without fear of the light. She came and defeated the old king who would not help us to change. How can you fault a queen like that?

-With this the man fell silent, letting his words hang in the air like they were a personal question between himself and Strahd. Behind him there was muffled cheering and applause from the soldiers. Then, the sky began to change above them.-

[Strahd]

Strahd laughs softly though the tone was cold and malicious as he speaks "Do you really think your little outburst of anger is something that I find concerning," his voice resounding with a disturbing cruelty.Sliding his blade from his shoulder he places it on the ground between him and the army. "if you find within your self a foolish pride to challenge me then I'll show you why this world has no heroes," Strahd says his manners a cold and vicious, his body wreathed in a evil and malicious Aura that was almost suffocatingly heavy and thick.Strahds hand grips the hilt of his sword tightly.

"You mention Prosecution but I fail to see how such applies to me, As I've never been in such a situation, walk among humans whats to point I'm no longer human and haven't been one in hundreds of years,I only remember dying and waking up as this being before you,"He says showing a clear yet dark manner about him. He clearly didn't understand them in the slightest nor care to figure them out.

[Procession of the Fang Crest]

-The man would frown at the two standing before the army, his hand on the hilt of his blade. He made an obvious attempt to calm himself, only partially succeeding. Then he drew his sword, a katana slightly longer than traditional blades but not nearly as long as Strahd's or Rahgio's blades. The army behind him readied their weapons, or their spells. Magic fire of the mages would erupt across the entire army.-

Unless you two leave at this moment we will attack you and destroy you! But before I kill anyone that isn't to be food, I prefer to know their name. So you, unknown stranger, speak your name and title so me may destroy you!.

-The angels in the procession looked slightly nervous as they re-grouped closer to Rahgio so they could attack more freely. Some Methuselah eyed Strahd like they would rather be somewhere else at this point. The flames of the army would grow taller than before, the mages (un-able to see the adversaries directly) grew more confident that there would be blood in this pointless gathering of forces.-

[Rahgio]

-Rahgio smiled, revealing that his teeth at that moment were pointed like a demon's. He liked how Strahd was handling this, he wasn't such a bad guy to have run into. Rahgio generally liked to stay out of fights, but once he was in one he enjoyed it more than he enjoyed anything else.He removed his sword from his back, the leather on the blade shattering like glass as soon as he touched the hilt. Then looking at it, he hurled it at a boulder several yards to the side of him and it buried itself in the stone guard-deep.-

"My name? You wouldn't recognize my true name, nor the one thoses who raised me gave. The title I poses is another story however. I am Rahgio, King of the Ninth Circle of Hell, The man who sits upon the last throne of the Victura, and I have come for the item you seek and the head of your queen!"

-Rahgio disappeared from beside Strahd, reappearing instantly next to the man. His right foot quickly left the ground, as he raised it an explosion of sound roared across the army quickly followed by the load cracking noise of the man's skull being shattered.-

[Strahd]

(heh though of a use for strahd's blood weapon spell for this army and a rather brutal and disturbing use to since he can form any weapon with a cohesive shape....a ball that launches spear like tendrils falls into such category, deadly and brutal even though its a beginner's spell)

The moment Rahgio had moved Strahds blade had swung up as he to had seemed to vanish Straight into the army it self. The massive amount of blood from the strange man's attack moving and forming into a large ball above Strahd as deadly sharp spear like tendrils lash out in all directions.Each going at the heart and head of the Vampires as if in a practiced manner making it clear Strahd had killed plenty of his own kind as well as the new ones who claimed to be the same as him.It quickly became apparent why Strahd carried the title Overfiend Crimson Berserker. His entire body was soaked in blood and feeding on it growing stronger physically.

Strahd's method of using his sword wasn't a practiced style but one where he simply used brute force to tear apart his foes and here wasn't a exception his blade coming down and across like a unholy cleaver feeding on the blood as well as it gets coated with each merciless stroke.The ball of blood above him however was more concerting as for those who could sense magical strength it was a rather weak spell and its purpose was only to form barriers and weapons of the temporary sort. Every so often black spent blood would come crashing down dried up like small stones as the ball was slowly using up its fuel only to have more added every so often from the pools around Strahd.

"Pathetic, not even worthy of being used as bones for my castle's throne,Is there not a Hero among you lot who can fight me properly you green weak useless sacks of meat," Strahd's eyes catch a soldier trying to flee him and the stranger as he grips his large sword by the hilt and launches it like a terrible javelin into the retreating back. Strahd's hands catch the incoming blades of two soldiers as a growl like a hellbeast erupts from his throat. His voice comes out in a hoarse bloodlust filled distorted rage "Face Me.....Feeed Mee." The previous berserk manner becoming more brutal as his hands slash through the air tearing flesh and bone to shreds. The ball of blood breaking apart and crashing down onto the battlefield as the magic wasn't being focused enough to maintain it anymore.

Strahds Fangs glint occasionally as they tear out the throat of the Methuselah a vampire gorging himself on the endless sea of his "own kinds" blood. It certainly erased any misgivings that Strahd's Heritage stemmed from the Queen, Strahd was clearly a left behind legacy of the original vampire a being all but forgotten to man and little more than a horror story among angels and demons. Of course Strahd himself knew nothing of it just like his countless past lives, he was a lost and forgotten child, a evil blank slate that if properly swayed could probably become a hero of which the world has never seen.

[Rahgio]

-As soon as Rahgio's foot touched the ground again the angels surrounded him, thrusting their halberds at Rahgio. Though they thrust with all their might and speed, the blades only encountered a small black orb.

As their blades scratched the orb, the army around them would observe a look of sheer terror on the angels face.

The most experienced angel of the group shouted to the others to retreat, but it was already to late, a massive explosion came erupted from the orb completely incinerating everything in a 20 ft radius. As soon as the explosion occurred, Rahgio re-appeared in the middle of a group of Methuselah.

Being in such close quarters, the Methuselah couldn't draw their blades so instead resorted to fists. As the first punch was thrown, Rahgio brought his palm down on top of the fist, making it miss its target. Then he brought his hand up, smashing it into the Methuselah's chin and breaking his neck. Then, as four more tried to punch from either side, Rahgio bent backwards to an impossible angle, dodging the fists. Grabbing the ankles of the Methuselah behind him, Rahgio lifted him from the ground and bent back forwards, slamming the Methuselah he had grabbed into the other three. (<ooc: Beat a mother fucker with another mother fucker!)

Since Rahgio had cleared space, the Methuselah could draw their blades. Rahgio raised his arms in challenge and the Methuselah rushed him, all of their blades piercing him. Then something odd happened, Rahgio did not fall, but the Methuselah were shrieking in pain, the areas on their bodies where Rahgio's blood had spattered them began to melt away. Soon Rahgio was surrounded by skeletons of methuselah, and he began removing the blades.-