27-04-2009, 04:49 PM
What follows is a tale of lord Darkspring , one of the many accross the multiples universes
Neuyru hated the eastern provinces. The folk were inbreeding, sullen and foolish. Ignorant peasants ruled by an aristocracy of demented fools. He was only here because he was to powerful for the emperor to kill. Neuyru had to admire the old bastard. After the end of the Great War, Neuyru was a political hot potato. As the one who had killed the leader of the horde and destroyed his demon generals, Neuyru was the people's champion. And therefore a threat to the emperor. So as a reward he was given Keilstein, a small backward principality nestled between the lands of three vampire queens and a wolf king. Neuyru hated the undead, despite being an accomplished necromancer. Of course as soon as they arrived and he saw the state of the land he had being given he set about repairing it. The old nobility were given a choice. Do as they were told or be removed. Count Nostram laughed in Neuyru's face. The laughter had stopped when Neuyru broke his arm. Truth is told it was only his wife who prevented Neuyru killing every last one of them. But after four families were removed from power and replaced, the rest towed the line. It had being a year but Neuyru had turned the province around. Education and health were good, farming had being improved and the roads repaired. But then had come the bandits. Idiotic men who thought they could cower Neuyru with their pathetic demands. After the first town had been raised Neuyru set out after them alone and armed only with his sword and staff. The next night the peasants awoke to find each and every bandit staked out along the road, dead or dying. His wife knew of her husband's bitter hatred for men like them so she said nothing, even though the brutality of Neuyrus vengeance disturbed her.
What Neuyru hated the most was the traditions of these parts. Every year on midwinter one of the local rulers held a state dinner for the rest. This year it was Neuyru's turn. Of his Neighbours, the three vampires Queens and the werewolf, he had found that only Lilith had any sort of civilised bone in her. She was the best of them all, fair and just to her subjects and made sure her children never harmed them. Tarla and Cristia on the other hand were arch bitches of the highest order. Laws in their lands were brutal and oppressive and Neuyru had being forced to kill many of their children when they incurred on to his lands. Jarn the wolf king was an animal but treated his people like part of his pack. Before Neuyru, when Keilstein was ruled by the vampire king Surtis, the two lands had being at war for generations. When Neuyru turned up and executed Surtis and destroyed his clan, Jarn sent emissaries saying the war was over but implied that he would be watching.
Sitting in the great hall now, with the other rulers at his table and their minions seated at the others Neuyru had to hold himself back from tearing the throats out of most of them. Lilith had come with just her body guards and no one else. But Tarla and Cristia had brought their family and Neuyru found himself sharing a hall with other thirty vampires, most of which were arrogant fools. He thanked the gods his wife was away, visiting her family. Just then he noticed commotion at the end of the table. One of Tarla's get was holding a servant face down on the table, laughing as the man choked. Neuyru in a movement no one saw threw his sword. The purple flame of the blade left a pretty trail in the air before it embedded itself in the vampire's chest, bursting through his back and severing his spine. The vampire didn't even get the chance to scream before collapsing on the floor the purple flame consuming him. Neuyru got up and slowly walked to retrieve his sword. Another of Tarla's gets stood up to bar his path and Neuyru grabbed the vampire in the same way his brother had grabbed Neuyru's servant. He smashed his head into the table again and again until it was a bloody mess in his hand. Dropping the vampire and retrieving his sword he walked back to the head of the table. "The next one of you arrogant undead fools who touched my servants will condemn all of your kin to death. Do I make myself clear? The emperor may let you run your kingdoms as you see fit but when in mine you obey my rules". Tarla had turned red with rage. She stood up screaming. "How dare you, how dare you kill my sons". Neuyru slowly turned to her and held out his sword, the tip touching her throat. "Normally witch I have a problem with harming woman but push me and tonight ill make the exception". Tarla sat down, still red with anger and just to make a point Neuyru cut her chin. "There is a new lord of this manor ladies and gentleman. And unlike my predecessor I will not tolerate you or your egos. Get used to it. Now get the hell out of my castle".
Queen Tarla was enraged. As they boarded their carriages , she turned to her sons Lucak and Tharin. "Take the Vengir and make that bastard pay" she hissed. As the carriages left the city the Vengir, Tarlas elite fighting force lept from them into the shadows
Neuyru stood at the gate awaiting his wife's return. These last few days he had felt old and tired, not feelings he normally felt. He had spent most of the time since he feast in his study. Even the books had held no interest in him. It felt as if he was losing something. "I have" he thought, trying to remember where he had put the Codex necropoli, the great book of the ancient liche Vanthur. It was important he find what he had done with it but every time he tried to concentrate his mind began to wonder. Once his wife got back, Neuyru was sure he would feel better. As he stood waiting he failed to notice the movements from the shadows around him. Then she came through the gates. sShe had chosen to ride in, rather than sit in the carriage and the sight of her on her white horse, her hair and cloak fluttering behind her brought a smile to Neuyrus face . But something was wrong. Suddenly men surrounded them .Nauru went to cast a spell but the words tumbled from his mind and he stood there, unable to think. Then he recognised the leader of these men. It was Lucak, Tarlas first sired. Lucak starred at Neuyru and all thoughts of fighting vanished. Neuyru didn't even resist as the vampire and is men lead them into the great Hall.
Neuyru stood amid the vampires. His mind was clouded; a thick fog of uncertainty filled him. The vampires laughed at the archmages confusion, pressing their advantage home. Lucuk, their leader smiled at Neuyru. "Where is your power now mage "he spat." now I shall take your people as my own. But first your wife will become my bride "he grabbed Neuyreus wife , holding her by the throat. But she started to laugh, much to lucuks confusion. "Why do you laugh meat" he asked in annoyance. she pointed to Neuyru. Lucak turned to the archmage and stepped back. Neuyru's eyes were on fire. An aura of magic surrounded him, blazing white hot with fury and rage. Neuyru was angry. The confusion of the vampire's mental hypnosis was gone, cut away the moment he laid a hand on the mages wife . "You stupid piece of dead flesh" Neuyru roared "you come into my land and try to bring me to my knees. I am the son of a prince of hell and a daughter of the light. I have far more power than you shall ever understand. But you nearly had me. You caught me unprepared and would have taken me except for one small mistake "He stepped towards the vampire, throwing one of the others across the hall as he did so." you tried to hurt my wife". And then quicker than the vampire thought was possible, Neuyru buried his metal hand in the vampire's chest and tore his heart free. Lucuk looked down at his heart and fell. Neuyru turned to the other vampires. "Now you all die". With a speed beyond even them, Neuyru was among them. He clawed the face from one and tore the head of another. His wife cast a spell and a huge ball of flame rolled across the vampires. Its blistering fire left Neuyru unharmed but consumed undead flesh. The few outside the Fires influence tried to run but Neuyrus wife was quicker. Another spell was cast and arrows of burning light flew from her hands. Each vampire was struck and consumed from within by the holy fire of Her spell. Then Neuyru shouted out but it was too late. A vampire had his wife and before Neuyru's eyes sank its fangs into her Neck. Neuyru leapt through the air and landed besides them. He ripped the vampire away and held his wife. In the moments the vampire had bitten her, it had drank heavily. Neuyru laid her down, feeling her pulse get weak. He began to chant. Magic flowed trough him, around his hands and onto his ladies wounds. He couldn't believe how much blood she had lost. He concentrated. , feeling his own life-force flow into her. In his mind he could see her blood becoming thicker and the poison of the vampires bite evaporating. He continued chanting, pouting more if his own life into his wife. Finally he collapsed next to her. He felt her hand on his and heard her whisper his name before he fell unconscious.
Neuyru stood next to his wife. She lay sleeping in bed, the bruising around the small puncher marks in her neck gradually fading. Neuyru had slept for hours after healing her and when he awoke he had gone to the dungeon to visit the scum who had hurt her. He didn't ask any questions. He didn't want to. He wanted to hurt the beast that had hurt his wife. . It had taken a long time for the vampire's broken and beaten body to give up. It had screammed for hours before Neuyru, getting bored , had ripped its heart from its body. Neuyru thought of the vampire as an it. He could no more think of them as people than he could the bandits who had killed his sister all those years ago. Neuyru looked once more at his sleeping wife ." When she wakes, tell her where I've gone and that I love her". Then he vanished
Neuyru hated the eastern provinces. The folk were inbreeding, sullen and foolish. Ignorant peasants ruled by an aristocracy of demented fools. He was only here because he was to powerful for the emperor to kill. Neuyru had to admire the old bastard. After the end of the Great War, Neuyru was a political hot potato. As the one who had killed the leader of the horde and destroyed his demon generals, Neuyru was the people's champion. And therefore a threat to the emperor. So as a reward he was given Keilstein, a small backward principality nestled between the lands of three vampire queens and a wolf king. Neuyru hated the undead, despite being an accomplished necromancer. Of course as soon as they arrived and he saw the state of the land he had being given he set about repairing it. The old nobility were given a choice. Do as they were told or be removed. Count Nostram laughed in Neuyru's face. The laughter had stopped when Neuyru broke his arm. Truth is told it was only his wife who prevented Neuyru killing every last one of them. But after four families were removed from power and replaced, the rest towed the line. It had being a year but Neuyru had turned the province around. Education and health were good, farming had being improved and the roads repaired. But then had come the bandits. Idiotic men who thought they could cower Neuyru with their pathetic demands. After the first town had been raised Neuyru set out after them alone and armed only with his sword and staff. The next night the peasants awoke to find each and every bandit staked out along the road, dead or dying. His wife knew of her husband's bitter hatred for men like them so she said nothing, even though the brutality of Neuyrus vengeance disturbed her.
What Neuyru hated the most was the traditions of these parts. Every year on midwinter one of the local rulers held a state dinner for the rest. This year it was Neuyru's turn. Of his Neighbours, the three vampires Queens and the werewolf, he had found that only Lilith had any sort of civilised bone in her. She was the best of them all, fair and just to her subjects and made sure her children never harmed them. Tarla and Cristia on the other hand were arch bitches of the highest order. Laws in their lands were brutal and oppressive and Neuyru had being forced to kill many of their children when they incurred on to his lands. Jarn the wolf king was an animal but treated his people like part of his pack. Before Neuyru, when Keilstein was ruled by the vampire king Surtis, the two lands had being at war for generations. When Neuyru turned up and executed Surtis and destroyed his clan, Jarn sent emissaries saying the war was over but implied that he would be watching.
Sitting in the great hall now, with the other rulers at his table and their minions seated at the others Neuyru had to hold himself back from tearing the throats out of most of them. Lilith had come with just her body guards and no one else. But Tarla and Cristia had brought their family and Neuyru found himself sharing a hall with other thirty vampires, most of which were arrogant fools. He thanked the gods his wife was away, visiting her family. Just then he noticed commotion at the end of the table. One of Tarla's get was holding a servant face down on the table, laughing as the man choked. Neuyru in a movement no one saw threw his sword. The purple flame of the blade left a pretty trail in the air before it embedded itself in the vampire's chest, bursting through his back and severing his spine. The vampire didn't even get the chance to scream before collapsing on the floor the purple flame consuming him. Neuyru got up and slowly walked to retrieve his sword. Another of Tarla's gets stood up to bar his path and Neuyru grabbed the vampire in the same way his brother had grabbed Neuyru's servant. He smashed his head into the table again and again until it was a bloody mess in his hand. Dropping the vampire and retrieving his sword he walked back to the head of the table. "The next one of you arrogant undead fools who touched my servants will condemn all of your kin to death. Do I make myself clear? The emperor may let you run your kingdoms as you see fit but when in mine you obey my rules". Tarla had turned red with rage. She stood up screaming. "How dare you, how dare you kill my sons". Neuyru slowly turned to her and held out his sword, the tip touching her throat. "Normally witch I have a problem with harming woman but push me and tonight ill make the exception". Tarla sat down, still red with anger and just to make a point Neuyru cut her chin. "There is a new lord of this manor ladies and gentleman. And unlike my predecessor I will not tolerate you or your egos. Get used to it. Now get the hell out of my castle".
Queen Tarla was enraged. As they boarded their carriages , she turned to her sons Lucak and Tharin. "Take the Vengir and make that bastard pay" she hissed. As the carriages left the city the Vengir, Tarlas elite fighting force lept from them into the shadows
Neuyru stood at the gate awaiting his wife's return. These last few days he had felt old and tired, not feelings he normally felt. He had spent most of the time since he feast in his study. Even the books had held no interest in him. It felt as if he was losing something. "I have" he thought, trying to remember where he had put the Codex necropoli, the great book of the ancient liche Vanthur. It was important he find what he had done with it but every time he tried to concentrate his mind began to wonder. Once his wife got back, Neuyru was sure he would feel better. As he stood waiting he failed to notice the movements from the shadows around him. Then she came through the gates. sShe had chosen to ride in, rather than sit in the carriage and the sight of her on her white horse, her hair and cloak fluttering behind her brought a smile to Neuyrus face . But something was wrong. Suddenly men surrounded them .Nauru went to cast a spell but the words tumbled from his mind and he stood there, unable to think. Then he recognised the leader of these men. It was Lucak, Tarlas first sired. Lucak starred at Neuyru and all thoughts of fighting vanished. Neuyru didn't even resist as the vampire and is men lead them into the great Hall.
Neuyru stood amid the vampires. His mind was clouded; a thick fog of uncertainty filled him. The vampires laughed at the archmages confusion, pressing their advantage home. Lucuk, their leader smiled at Neuyru. "Where is your power now mage "he spat." now I shall take your people as my own. But first your wife will become my bride "he grabbed Neuyreus wife , holding her by the throat. But she started to laugh, much to lucuks confusion. "Why do you laugh meat" he asked in annoyance. she pointed to Neuyru. Lucak turned to the archmage and stepped back. Neuyru's eyes were on fire. An aura of magic surrounded him, blazing white hot with fury and rage. Neuyru was angry. The confusion of the vampire's mental hypnosis was gone, cut away the moment he laid a hand on the mages wife . "You stupid piece of dead flesh" Neuyru roared "you come into my land and try to bring me to my knees. I am the son of a prince of hell and a daughter of the light. I have far more power than you shall ever understand. But you nearly had me. You caught me unprepared and would have taken me except for one small mistake "He stepped towards the vampire, throwing one of the others across the hall as he did so." you tried to hurt my wife". And then quicker than the vampire thought was possible, Neuyru buried his metal hand in the vampire's chest and tore his heart free. Lucuk looked down at his heart and fell. Neuyru turned to the other vampires. "Now you all die". With a speed beyond even them, Neuyru was among them. He clawed the face from one and tore the head of another. His wife cast a spell and a huge ball of flame rolled across the vampires. Its blistering fire left Neuyru unharmed but consumed undead flesh. The few outside the Fires influence tried to run but Neuyrus wife was quicker. Another spell was cast and arrows of burning light flew from her hands. Each vampire was struck and consumed from within by the holy fire of Her spell. Then Neuyru shouted out but it was too late. A vampire had his wife and before Neuyru's eyes sank its fangs into her Neck. Neuyru leapt through the air and landed besides them. He ripped the vampire away and held his wife. In the moments the vampire had bitten her, it had drank heavily. Neuyru laid her down, feeling her pulse get weak. He began to chant. Magic flowed trough him, around his hands and onto his ladies wounds. He couldn't believe how much blood she had lost. He concentrated. , feeling his own life-force flow into her. In his mind he could see her blood becoming thicker and the poison of the vampires bite evaporating. He continued chanting, pouting more if his own life into his wife. Finally he collapsed next to her. He felt her hand on his and heard her whisper his name before he fell unconscious.
Neuyru stood next to his wife. She lay sleeping in bed, the bruising around the small puncher marks in her neck gradually fading. Neuyru had slept for hours after healing her and when he awoke he had gone to the dungeon to visit the scum who had hurt her. He didn't ask any questions. He didn't want to. He wanted to hurt the beast that had hurt his wife. . It had taken a long time for the vampire's broken and beaten body to give up. It had screammed for hours before Neuyru, getting bored , had ripped its heart from its body. Neuyru thought of the vampire as an it. He could no more think of them as people than he could the bandits who had killed his sister all those years ago. Neuyru looked once more at his sleeping wife ." When she wakes, tell her where I've gone and that I love her". Then he vanished