Bittersweet Candy Bowl

((I just inserted twilight in there and made Bella a dude and it worked.))

(Just remember that you were kidnapped by the bandits… and that youre becoming a vampire.

Anyways I promised you some of the lore I follow regarding vampires:
[Anything I don’t mention here is not important enough, so you can follow the traditional lore {TWILIGHT ISN’T TRADITIONAL LORE AT ALL}]

-As mentioned in Lieselotte’s profile, royal bloodline vampires may survive under the sunlight. Transformed vampires burn when the sun strikes them directly, to ashes. NO, THEY DON’T SPARKLE.

-While it’s true that royal vampires crave blood, they are different from the normal vampires in which the cravings aren’t as strong in them.

-Royal vampires don’t need blood to live, but they still prefer it’s flavor over normal food. Transformed vampires need to feed from blood of any kind [except from other vampires], and find normal food completely tasteless.

-Any vampire transforming another, always produce a transformed vampire.

-Transformed vampires give birth to normal people if they reproduce.

-Royal vampires give birth to royal vampires, even when mating with transformed vampires or non-vampires.

-Once a person has fully transformed, there is no turning back. The transformation process may be reverted when it hasn’t finished yet.

-For someone to start transforming, the vampire’s saliva must enter the victim’s bloodstream.

-The transformation at advanced stages produces excruciating pain in the chest area, which is toned down while the soon-to-be vampire is drinking blood, and comes back once it’s finished drinking. Once they are fully transformed, the chest pains dissappear, and instead, the vampire is filled with almost unquenchable thirst, and must feed from blood to have it calm down for a pair of hours.

-If a vampire fully drains the victim from blood, it just dies, and doesn’t transform.

-All vampires enjoy an increase in strenght, agility, and their general senses. However, royal vampires slightly more so.

And I think that’s all that is important for now… =P)

((SPARKLES DAMMIT))

(Also another thing…

Let’s make a vote…)

((Lets just put it this way- dont quit your day job.))

((I guess most everyone is in Auto mode? Either way, I’ll try and update Sunday’s position & actions. Also, I do apologize for my earlier outburst. I was tired, sick and very cranky, and that little annoyance pissed me off more than it probably should have. Still, I’ll keep trying to be active during the active RP times.

Oh and those pages are pretty bitchin Tae. Tad hard to follow if you don’t know what’s going on I guess. But people should get the gist.

Oh and also, I’m going to try out a new approach to formatting these posts. So bare with me if it sucks.))

As Lieselotte ran off into the distance, Sunday hesitated. She couldn’t see through the smoke cloud, and it was getting harder to breath. ‘No… I can’t let my fears control me… I have to help save Makar!’ With new determination, she fought through the smoke, and eventually found herself running towards the path of snapped twigs and disturbed ground. After a short while, she saw Lieselotte running in a different direction, and decided to follow her, since she probably had a better idea of where she was going.

And there they were. The two bandits stood together in a small clearing. Sunday could see no trace of Liselotte, but she could hear the faint sounds of the rest of the party moving towards their location. The bandits seemed too self absorbed in their bickering to have noticed yet. ‘Where is the lady? Why hasn’t she tried to do anything yet?’ She waited a few moments, but couldn’t see her. Closing her eyes, Sunday reached out with her powers, sweeping the small clearing, looking for that specific signature. Makar… ‘He’s there… But he’s… Different… Tainted somehow?’ Whatever it was, it worried her. Was he poisoned? What had these bandits done to him? She couldn’t waste any more time.

“Relinquish the knight! Lest you face the wrath of the kingdom of Caignwell!” The young woman stepped into the clearing, her staff held firmly in one hand, the other gripping the hilt of the dagger that Albert had given her. “If you release lord Makar now, you will be allowed to go free. But if you do not comply…” She raised her staff and pointed it at them. “Then your suffering will be legendary!” Her eyes narrow and her expression serious, it was everything she could do not to shake uncontrollably as she faced down the two elite bandits. Her voice just barely staying strong. The fact of the matter was, she was just reciting lines out of stories her father had read to her. Where the brave knight demands the release of his betrothed. She hoped it would be enough to intimidate the bandits…

Watching from the trees, she puts her hand to her face in frustration at this new turn of events.

She has no idea what she is doing. She’ll mess up everything now. Maybe I can still use this to my advantage, I’ll hang back and if things start to get messy I’ll step in or if I see some other kind of opening.

(@Taeshi: Awesome comics, they may be confusing to anyone outside the RP, but still fantastic job.)



Upon spotting Princess Sunday.

Nothing ever goes according to plan.

McCardell was still hidden away in the woods.

…We need to back her up. Albert, feel free to stick to the woods, or back us up.

He takes position next to the Princess, sword and shield in hand.

You should give up, while you still have the chance. Hand over Lord Makar and we’ll let you live!

(Great job Taeshi!
Also it’s interesting just howmuch vampire lore there is and how different stories have completely different ideas (Discouting idiotic twilight shit). One version that I’ve heard is that to turn someone a vampire actualy need to give the victim some of their blood.)

(( Our vampires are different ))

He aims his crossbow at the cat with the bandana, just Waiting

(ohoho and I have work, a shame.)

(Yes screw you Pixel I totally called the vampire thing. Eeeeven though Taeshi beat me to it thanks to the damn time difference. But she did draw those comics so it’s all good)

Albert draws three of his throwing knives from his chest strap and heads into the darker area of the tree’s
Sean.
Keep Delilah safe for me.
I’ll do the best I can for you.

Dave moves up to the left of Sunday and readies his axe. He speaks to the bandits in a low threatening tone.

I suggest you listen to him, it will be your only chance.

(This is why my brother is never allowed on my computer.
And why I will soon choke him to death.)

She begins to hop from tree to tree, getting behind the bandits as more and more people enter. She drops down, still hidden and waits for her opening.

No waiting now, once the attack begins I’ll need to sneak in behind and rescue Makar. This would have gone so much more smoothly had they not arrived.

(( Someones brother is ruining someones life again it seems ))

Briefly whispers the plan to Princess Sunday in order to bring her up to speed.

However, if things turn ugly; we will need you to use some protecting wards.

Asks the Bandits one more time.

So what’s it going to be, your lives or your corpses?

Slips out from behind a tree silently and begins to mime in Daves direction adding a thin layer f pschokinetic armour to his defences while keepiing an ey on the bandit

Give them a bit of a suprise if they get to close to him

That daft, stupid, foolish, gutsy, misguided girl!… does she really think they’ll be afraid of a pretty little lady? Is -this- how she expects to outdo the vampire…?… By trying to BE her? ….. I… should have brought her back to Andrew the minute I spotted her…..

Lily could only shake her head from where she stood, much like the Vampire having thought the stealth route was the wiser one as she took the path through the underbrush. But right now all she could do is just stare at the ‘distraction’ the Princess had provided, her gut a void, and her face pale. Oh so afraid of what those bandits might do next now that the Sunday had brought attention to herself.

And thus Makar was no longer a priority.

A number of square sheets flowed out of her sleeve and into her open palm as her mind raced for a plan… any idea that might help them.

Call upon the spirits of the wind or sun to blind them..? No.. no.. if they use that smoke bomb tactic often they…

She silently growled at herself knowing full well she had little time for mulling over ideas…up until she noted the larger of the two was out of breath…..and.. thus the card was picked, the odd symbol on it giving its faint glow as she whispered the foreign words

“… spirits of the wind and sky steal the breath of the wicked… sap their strength…keep her safe..”

(Naturally waiting for the moment when the bandits actually attack of course~ Don’t want to interrupt the chat. What? Just adding a bit of flavor to the de-buffs. If that doesn’t work Lily will likely run out directly but yeah.)

(Too many walls of text!! WHat has transpired?)

(Lucy chased after the Bandits. Sunday decided to try and prove herself heading up to them head on alone. Me and McArdell are in the background for archery support. Delilah, Sean, and Dave have joined up with Sunday. Lucy decided to stay in the background since they ruined her plan.
Thats what I know at least)

(Guess who managed to get a free day?)
They stared at each other for a few seconds when the Princess menaced and laughed out loud. Their smiles faded away when Dave and Sean arrived the scene. The Learder arranged his bandanna and stepped foward.
Not even the your whole group would take us out, so what make you think just three brats would stand a chance? Comrade! Take care of them! I’ll see how’s their precious leader going.
Panting, the large comrade charged towards the three, but he froze just when he was about to smach the Princess with both hands. He guided his hands to his throat and started to cough, most like he choked, and fell on his knees. The leader looked back, confused while choking the burned knight with his brass knuckles.
What the… what’s wrong?!

He gives the signal to Albert and McCardell and sighs.

…You should have taken our offer…

Albert curses under his breath that the Bandits had not decided to cooperate. He then saw one of them begin choking and saw this as a opportunity.
Sorry but the three brats we’re smart enough to bring back-up unlike some certain dead bandits I could mention.
He thows his three knives at one of the bandits and then draw out his Rapier and revealing himself
I’ll go after the leader, we need to keep Makar safe.
Holds out his hand showing he is prepared to catch
Throw the sword over to me.

Readies self with Barrier for any incoming attacks

Hello? Who is this? He called out, still lost in the smoke.

(Remember I bumped into someone in the smoke, but I got no answer.)

( v Multiple computers, sorry.)

Still not confident in his fighting skills, Carter stuck close to Delilah. Her eyes told him that she was preparing a dance, and he stood directly between her and the bandits, protecting her.

The Comrade turned back and slammed the flying knives with his hand, getting a serious wound. Kind of ignoring the pain, he used his other hand to grab Sean’s leg and attempted to strangle it to crumbs. The leader looked around and gritted teeth, reading his claw to slit the knight’s throat.
One more joke and this scum gonna lose his head! He menaced, keeping gaze at Albert.

Pierce and immobilize, Blades of Light!

Swords of light pierce and halt the Bandit’s movement, though his grip is too tight to escape, he considers hacking off his arm, but realizes that may endanger Lord Makar.

Damnit! Thinking of McCardell, take the shot.

She silently slipped into the camp behind all the action. Remaining completely unnoticed, she readies only a single claw as she approaches the leader from behind. When she finally nears the leader, seeming to have drifted to him like a specter of sorts, she presses her own claw to the leader’s throat, and makes the cut, spilling the stunned leader’s blood to the forest floor.

Seeing Lieselotte attacking the Bandit Leader he used this as a distraction to attack and charged towards the Bandit’s chest stabbing him with his Rapier
This isn’t a joke.
You try and hurt someone important to us then theres no reason to joke.

Steps back from the carnage focusing pschokinetic power on the tip of Alberts sword giving it an invisble edge sharp enough to split a hair

I can be useful afterall

(You can be online when a battle happens after all)

The Leader let go of Makar for a moment when he feel a terrible pain in the neck and in the chest, but by impulse he made his armlet drop a flash bomb, closing his eyes. The strong flash gives him enough time to escape, leaving his Comrade behind, which swept the knives out of his hand and threw Sean away. He steped backwards while taking a pack of fire bombs.
Let me go or all of us gonna burn to a crisp!! He shouted while lifiting the pack above his head.

Smashes into a nearby tree.

…nngh…

Struggles to get up, and after hearing the threat.

Coward, what can we do?

Now “completely” aware of his surroundings, He walked towards the collapsed Makar, grabbing him by the head with his free hand.
Don’t even think about trying to stop me, or else your leader will be reduced to ashes!

Enraged at the sight of another bandit grabbing Makar, she snarls and pounces on the bandit, her concerns tossed to the wind. She claws into his flesh and tears his throat out with her fangs. His gurgled screams are quickly ended, and even after the bandit is clearly dead, she continues to tear at the corpse, reducing it to shreds and little more.


((GRAWR! LUCY BLOODLUST!))

Holds out another throwing knife and aims it towards the bandit’s comrade exposed throat, hoping to diasbale him, but knows he could endanger the Makar if he did.
We have people in the shadows, magic casters, and your very outnumbered.
There are enough of us here to protect eachover.
Just give us Makar and you can get away unlike the rest of your comrades.

(Lets just pretend I posted before Lieselotte or I would look kinda crazy right now.)

Wha-what is this?!

As the smoke clears, he realizes he had run into a bandit. Upon confronting the attacker, he immediately attacks with a light-based sword slice, defeating the bandit with a single blow.

*Wow, all that training paid off!*

He then rejoins the group, and thus the battle.

(What the heck man! You didn’t even give us a chance to respond to that…..why even make it separate posts? I was in the middle of typing a tactic to beat him then….whoop sorry that was only for show. No chance to take advantage of the bombs he’s holding. I realize Makar needs to vanish for a week but you could just have him sick from the impending vampire thing.

Edit:And.. now everyone is just auto-killing them haha. Go figure.)

(( Oh we’re surviving ridiculous injuries now? Should Agamemnon just walk to the rest of the group and be all ” ‘t was but a fleshwound” ))

Ghh! Damn it! The meat shield failed… Well then… at least I’ll get rid of them a get the whole fat payment for myself!
He looked back at his wounds. His protection spell could prevent them from getting worse. He threw a knife into the pack and it blew into a giant smoke curtain, meaning that his comrade was bluffing all the time.
Time for a forced retreat… but let’s make some fun out of it, at least.
With a sign, he ordered five sneaking-specialised bandits to enter the smoke.
The rest of you follow me. We lost too much already…

She pulls herself off the shredded remains of the corpse and snarls, the smoke screen unfurling around her. She turns, searching from a target, just something to kill. Her bloodstained figured becomes hidden along with the others in the smoke, and the jostling of the others prevents her from listening for targets. She shouts blindly.

Clear the smoke! Quick, one of you magi, cast something to clear away this smoke!

forms insivible barrier and thrusts it fiorward into the smoke Clearing it a bit

Is someone in there?

The smoke had taken him by surprise and he inhales a huge amount of it, filling his lungs. He chokes a little but starts regaining his breath
Where’s Mak- *cough* Makar.
Did they tak- *cough* take him or is he here?

Relying on his canine hearing, he notices some rather slow steps of someone close by. Using a vine to create a rustling target for the bandit, the bandit falls for the bait…Then is quickly silenced with a well placed jab of a knife, while his mouth is covered to prevent the bandit’s screams.

They sneaked closer to Makar and started to take him away, but they were unfortunate enough to don’t be able to hold their coughs while escaping. They didn’t noticed that there was one of them missing at all.

Runs towards where she saw something moving wieldiig an invible bat and swings wildly, missing anything resembling a bandit and bludgening a curious badger to death

I guess if i survive i can at least make a hat out of this

as the last of the bandits moves through the smoke a crossbow bolt slams into his leg. causing him to fall forward and trash in panic. He moves forward and places a blade to the bandit’s throat.

“I believe you’ll be coming with us, and I can promise you that you’ll be alive to tell us. Everything.”