Portents of the Past-Present- and Future.

[Radu the Ferenczy]

The scourge of the Wamphyri Host had all been shattered; put to a halt upon a distant field of battle.  One that Radu had come to underestimate.  Even now, as he leaned forward, braced upon his sword, buried within the scorched and blood-soaked soil, as blood dripped from several wounds that even the parasitic leech inside; seemed hard-pressed and overwhelmed to the point of exhaustion and his injuries refused to heal and to mend.  A wracking cough of aggression rose from his throat and a scarlet bubble formed and burst, coating his pale lips in a crimson shower.  His feral-triangular eyes were fixed across the open expanse toward the ruins of which his armies had unearthed.  Through the smoke choked atmosphere, to the fires that set the night ablaze...the dead and dying crying moaning wails of torment into the night-dark sky.

Beyond his field of red-raging lust of vision...Radu watched the uniquely armored figure as it raised one warrior after another and devoured not only their blood, but their still young leeches and discarding them aside as if they were no more than mere toys, playthings for this monster; this beast that seemed to be like no other before.  The creature had been set upon by numerous War-beasts and even they were quite powerless to stop its advances.  The great Wamphyri-Lord himself could hardly believe the sight that fell before him.  He was in disbelief and the power of The Nameless had failed him when he needed it the most.  The armored monster strove through battle's dire as the flames licked at its silohoutte like some lost and forlorned lover.  The two had locked in mortal combat and yet with all of Radu's strength and prowess; he had been batted about like a cat tormenting a mouse before the finale.

[Radu the Ferenczy]

Radu slowly picked himself up from the ground and stood upon weary legs.  His knees felt as if the very bones had been reduced to a state of no longer capable of holding up beneath his own weight.  The armored creature had delt him to the soil as if he were nothing more than a child; the side of his head pulsed with a throbbing ache, his hair matted and sticky with blood where the monster had struck him hard with the side of a Wamphyri Battle Gauntlet.  A wave of dizziness set in as he stood and turned to face the thing that was now setting its attention upon him once more.  " Come on.." Radu whispered through clenching jaws, his teeth scything hard and elongating through his gums.  His anger had been aroused and it seemed to be a beacon for the thing that was stalking towards him.  

Those of Radu's army that still stood, came rushing from all sides with blades and arms raised...but the creature seemed to have anticipated the attacks and it moved and danced, dodging each with incredible skill and agility.  Blades bit through nothing more than thin air and empty space.  " What manner of beast is this!?" one of the men cried out, but his words were all but cut short as the thing lashed out and laid aside is throat with a single swipe of its gauntlet.  Blood erupted like a sweet fountain and splashed against the dark armor, staining it with warm rivulets.  It attacked the other with a strength and fury that seemed to have no bounds.  No remorse or mercy.  Begging to live in continued undeath only seemed to excite the monster even further...as it ravaged the remaining soldiers.