Idriseth versus Fainche

(This consists solely of the actions of Idriseth, mainly against Fainche. The complete unformatted transcript is available upon request to Idri�s RPer. The following people are or will be present during this: Baddies: Khelendros, Medici, Fainche Good guys: Idriseth, Lorien, Elise, Tarian, Tahlia, Kusari, Knightingale, Sypher Victim: Cavan)

[guild] Idriseth: Um, should we, you know, do something about the man being attacked here??

Idriseth 's eyes turn to Medici and Cavan, before swiveling to look at Elise in query.

Lorien blinks at the arm-tearing and the flame-engulfing and moves a hand to the hilt of his sword.

Medici howls furiously as his body burns in the conflagration. He moves backward only slightly, just enough for him to unsheathe the encumbering broadsword on his back. Unwilling to let his prey get away despite the minor problem of being on fire, he cuts downward in a diagonal arc, meaning to carve Cavan in twain.

Elise is eyed into awakeness, blinking several times as she watches the man on fire lose his arm curtesy of the giant vampire. Muttering softly, she nods to the page and squire as she grips her on hilt. To Medici, she shouts, "Give the man his arm back, freakshow."

Cavan cries out as he collapses down to his knees the moment he is released, blood gushing forward from his arm and staining the ground red. The moment Medici's sword cleaves its way through his back his eyes grow wide and blood begins to ooze forward from his mouth. The flames that envelope him flicker out of existence and soon the triste hopeful falls lifelessly face forward into the ground.

[guild] Elise: Yeah, get ready. I pissed Khelendros off last night, he is probably looking for a reason to start a fight. And this tall vampire....he attacked Sypher and myself last night. Be prepared because there is no telling what we are about to be hit with.

[guild] Lorien: Great.

You wield a beautifully carved, uniquely-engraved, elvish longbow with your left hand.

Elise says [to Medici] : And take your sword out of him, too. *frowns*

Idriseth rapidly moves to stand behind and to the left of the knight, nocking an arrow to his bow as he does so.

Lorien just knew something like this would happen as soon as he's injured, but he's unsheathing his sword and instantly moving towards Medici and Cavan. He hesitates sharply, however, because it appears it's too late to save the latter's life - he growls, and glances towards Elise and Idriseth.

Medici glares at Elise for a few moments. Finally he simply drops Cavan's severed limb on his lifelessly body. "Very well" he says simply, and resheathes his weapon once more.

Elise says [to Medici] : That's murder, freakshow. I'ma have to arrest you.

Khelendros laughs slightly and applauds Medici's actions... "Well done, Vampire..."

Parveni blinks, and glances from Medici to Cavan with a frown.

Cavan lays there dead on the ground. Yup.

Cavan left the game.

Medici says [to Khelendros] : I have had enough of their kind *nods to the dead Triste*. I owe them this a thousand times over.

Medici raises a brow to Elise. The vampire turns to face the Knight now. "If you wish, Lady Knight. You should be aware that I will not go quietly." his eyes turn around the road, studying the bystanders. "And my sword has a long reach."

Khelendros says [to Medici] : Then we have something in common. I knew they're leader... She seems to have since left the land... *kicks the body lightly with the toe of his shoe. He smiles and looks back to you*

Medici grins to Khelendros.

Fainche appears.

Idriseth narrows his eyes, and after a moment of contemplation, changes his arrow for one with a white arrow head. The arrow glows softly as he draws it back, waiting on Elise's instruction.

Fainche smirks widely when she moves down the road, taking note of the mess made.

Elise grips the hilt of her sword, sighing softly. "No, I didn't expect you would go quietly.....and hopefully those here have heard your threat. So, you know....they watch out for the blade and all." That said, she calming walks toward the giant vampire, intent on calling the guards.

Khelendros says [to Fainche] : *keeping his eyes on the Knights closing in on the large man* Impressive, to say the least...

[guild] Elise: Be ready. He isn't going to go quietly, and the female who just arrived with be back up for him. *sighs* I should have stayed in bed.

Medici says [to Khelendros] : Then I will chase her. What say you, Son of Chaos? These Knights appear ready for battle, and it has been long since I have fought beside my powerful kin."

Lorien circles around as Elise moves forward, his sword at the ready.

Medici offers Fainche what appears to be a slow smile. As Elise approaches, he unsheathes the sword from his back.

Fainche smirks to Khelendros.

Fainche says [to Medici] : Greetings, Medici.

Idriseth doesn't move forward, at least not yet, shifting only so that he can keep his arrow trained on the vampire.

Medici says [to Fainche] : Just in time for the fun.

Fainche casually strolls closer to Medici and fixates her gaze on Elise as the elven Knight closes in. She reaches behind her, fingers gripping the hilt of her longsword and pulling it free, "So it would seem."

Medici glances over his shoulder towards the other preKnights. He studies each of them before turning his gaze back to Elise.

Khelendros says [to Medici] : Indeed.... *slides his hood from his head and gazes at the knights with a menacing grin* Shall we?

Idriseth doesn't move forward, at least not yet, shifting only so that he can keep his arrow trained on the vampire.

Lorien glances at all the vampires and mutters something below his breath. The squire's sword releases a ... growl?

Lorien wields an ivory, enchanted, mithril longsword with his left hand.

Medici swiftly closes the ground between Elise and himself, sword drawn. The large vampire swings his blade in a horizontal arc now, meaning to spill the green headed Knight's guts all over the road. As if on command, the poor corpse of Cavan begins to levitate in the air! It moves with preternatural speed to block Idriseth's line-of-sight. The Page will find the inconvenience exponentially worse in another second; if the dead weight continues on its path, it is going to fly right into him, hard.

Fainche 's lips curl upwards into a devious smirk when Medici advances on Elise and Cavan's body begins to levitate. Her attention slides towards Idriseth as the body flies towards him, her feet carrying her closer to him at a brisk pace. The tip of her longsword is pointed towards Idriseth's body, gaze watching for any direction that he might move in order to avoid the flying body. Regardless of if Cavan's body hits Idriseth, Fainche will thrust her sword forward towards Idriseth's midsection, intent on skewering him.

Idriseth releases the arrow, headed straight towards the corpse. Just before impact, the arrow head shatters, surrounding the body with a holy glow. The power causing the body to levitate is abrubtly shattered by the divine magic in the arrow head. The body falls to the ground, no longer twitching. Before you can blink, Idri has another of the arrows nocked to the bowstring, though he doesn't release it just yet.

Sketch says [to you] : Idri! What's going on.. are you okay?

Idriseth shifts his body slightly, Fainche's close proximity making his aim unerringly easy. He releases the arrow, the glow from the tip quickly expanding into a ball of holy lightning, which will burn up and destroy any evil it encounters. Idri hasn't been standing idle this whole time, though. Milliseconds after the arrow leaves his bowstring, he tucks into a drop and roll, bounding to his feet several yards away. A slight tear to the fabric of his shirt, and the dark red liquid absorbing its fibers are the only indication that Fainche's sword nicked the elf - his face remains stoic as ever.

Idriseth shoots Sketch a quick smile and wink as he fits another arrow to his bow. Eyes quickly returning to Fainche, his voice light, he replies to the neko, "For now, love."

Fainche 's highly tuned senses allow her to focus in on the arrow that rips through the air towards her person, spinning her sword upwards in such a way that the very tip collides with the head of the arrow and knocks it off course, sparing her any dealings with holy lighting. A faint crackling of dark energy is heard when the blade of her sword his Idriseth's arrow. What goes up must come down and the arrow is inevitably going to fly somewhere into the crowd of innocent bystanders. Her eyes stray from Idriseth's form long enough to grab a dagger that rests at her hip, throwing it through the air towards Knightingale's back as he moves to attack Medici. The time is takes to release her weapon is merely seconds, the same amount of time it takes Idriseth to roll and recover. With her abnormal speed, she bears down upon the page again, her long sword arcing upwards diagonally along his torso.

Idriseth frowns in concentration, releasing another arrow, this one a red-tipped arrow that bursts into flame as it moves towards the female vampire. His first arrow falls harmlessly to the ground, having found no specifically evil thing to esplode The elf, his own reflexes faster than those of an ordinar human, dodges to the side, passing under the tree where Sketch is crouched. Tossing his longbow up to the neko as he passes, calling out "Catch!", he tugs on the staff strapped to his back. Finding himself suddenly in a space relatively clear of onlookers, he turns to face Fainche. He takes a firm stance, fands firmly grasping the oak rod, prepared to confront Fainche when next she comes after him.

Fainche lets loose a feral growl when Idriseth's second arrow buries itself deep into her shoulder, bursting into flame. A grimace crosses her facade for a split second until she rips the flaming arrow from her shoulder and throws it to the ground. Alas, the vampiress' clothing has caught flame and she is forced to pat it out before pressing forward with any further attacks. Her shoulder is badly scorched but she only needs one hand to wield her massive longsword. Her miscolored eyes lock themselves on Idriseth again, booted feet pushing herself across the distance between them in a matter of moments. An eyebrow arches faintly when she notices Idriseth's weapon of choice, but she presses on with her attack and brings the thin side of her blade against the oak rod, hoping that there is nothing special about this weapon and it will break with the force of the blow. Of course she assumes that this is highly unlikely. The fact that Knightingale deflects her dagger goes unnoticed in the heat of battle.

Idriseth smiles grimly as Fainche's sword comes down, thrusting the thick oak staff to meet it. The heavy weapon doesn't shatter at the impact - instead, the sword finds itself lodged in the wood. Idri shoves, hard, his sylvan heritage giving him strength enough, he hopes, to meet the vampires above-average strength. He then drops down, swinging a foot out in an attempt to catch Fiance's ankles and pull her down. At the same time, he is pulling a silver dagger from his boot (the non-kicking-at-the-vampire one), its sharply-honed blade glinting in the light as the dark-skinned elf hopes to stick it somewhere painful in the vampire.

Fainche jerks backwards to try and jerk her weapon free from Idriseth's staff. The first time the weapon does not budge, nor does it the second time. The third time seems to be the charm and by then Idriseth has already managed to pull the dagger free from his boot. A snarl escapes her when the blade slashes into her unprotected stomach, digging deep into her skin. Nothing out of the ordinary seems to occur from the use of the silver blade, however. At this point, Fainche finally backs off and quickly turns heel so that she can move off into the forest in retreat provided no one manages to stop her.

Idriseth retrieves his hacked up staff, letting Fainche go since the situation with Elise seems much more urgent - and the page can't exactly arrest her anyway.

Fainche stalks off into the forest. Fainche leaves west.

Idriseth watches coldly as Fainche disappears into the forest, retrieving his bow. Turning to face Khelendros, the page waits silently, doing nothing more than nocking another white-tipped arrow to his bow.

(Then he lets Elise go, thanks to smooth-talking Sypher. The end.)