Demise: Demise estate

[Reinne Blackthorne]

As Einar appeared out of nowhere her eyes would light up with the love she could not hide in this heated moment. Her hands clung to his arms as he helped her up, lingering a moment longer than neccesary. As he questioned her well being she merely nodded only to widen her gaze as Prasutagus charged them. Einar had moved her out of way and, thus, he took the full brunt of the tackle as both men went sailing over the battlement and through the glass of the church below.

" EINAR!"

She twisted and ran to the edge of the battlements, those doe eyes seeking any sign that the man she truly loved had survived. The wound of her shoulder was beginning to heal as the rain had let up, finally washing away the red dust. Her strength would slowly return.

" EINAR PLEASE!"

As she searched with her eyes another voice called out to her. One she did not recognize. Turning to this new threat she drew her sword only to relax at the sight of the crest the woman bore and the light that seemed to cling to her like a second skin. She was a Whitethorne.

" I fair well enough! Please help them clear the gates so that we may close them again in hopes to slow the tides. I must go help my champion!"

With that Reinne actually moved to brush past Isolde.

[Isolde Whitethorne]

Isolde was taken back by how easily Reinne made the request, as if she would easily dismiss the Queen of Ul'thyr. Her mouth hung open for a moment before clamping shut. Then she spoke as Reinne began to move.

"I am afraid I can not do that my lady."

As Reinne moved to walk past her, Isolde reached out gripping at the queen's arm to detain her. As Reinne looked down in shock at the strong grip on her arm Isolde smiled grimly.

" We have come to collect you Reinne. You have proven worthy of the mantle of Whitethorne. Paladine has chosen you to join our ranks and fight for the holy light against all that is evil"

[Merlindria Darkthorne]

The satisfying feel of her talons ripping into the flesh of his stomach brought a nefarious smile to those heinous tiers. Slowly her head cocked to the side as she watched him looked at his ruined armor and touch the wound in shock..only to slowly become beyond enraged.

" Yessss, Shamus, give in to your hatred. Let its poison taint your soul..come to our side....where you belong."

She chuckled. But that chuckle faded as he roared his anger and charged her again with blades dragging across the ground. One look at his face and she knew he was beyond hearing anyone or anything. Shamus had gone completely beserk. She turned toward him prepared to dodge and counter with both feet planted shoulder width apart.

As he came upon her she would step to the left leaning down as she brought her closest hand up talons curled hoping to deliver another wound to his back. It was a dangerous game she played, but she enjoyed danger...almost as much as she enjoyed toying with her victims before finally ripping their life from them.

[Bomahr Whitethorne]

Bomahr chased after Isolde's destrier, his feet could match any horse, any horse that was not magical. Bomahr gave out a battle cry that gave strength and healing to any being fighting evil around him. " Haaarrrr!" Bamahr turned and saw a Darkthorne ride up on a horse, Bomahr ran at the horse. And with one quick movement he headbutted the horse. The horse's head nodded from side to side as it stopped and slowly went falling to it's side unconscious. Bomahr turned to see an enemy archer about to fire upon Isolde. His shield which had serrated edges all along it, was thrown with one mighty action. It soared through the air, the Darkthorne's eyes looked down at the shield as it's body slid down the wall. Slowly the head tilted and rolled off the shield which stuck in the mortar of the wall itself.

Bomahr ran over and grabbed his shield and turned as a Darkthorne thrust his sword at him. Bomahr's shield deflected the attack and he plunged his sword in the enemies abdomen. With great strength he lifted enemy and sword up and tossed the body atop those scaling up the pile of bodies. Bomahr's aura began to glow brightly, though unseen by untrained eyes. An ogre's club came down almost hitting Bomahr, but his quick reflexes moved him out of harm's way. Bomahr plunged his sword into the orge's hand pinning it to the ground. He ran up the orge's arm and with one massive fist punched the orge square in the jaw. The bone cracked and went into the creature's brain, it's form slackened and fell limp as Bomahr jumped down taking his sword back up.

Bomahr moved like a tiger on the battlefield, as he followed his cousin but to the battlements where Reinne was. A spear came flying at Bomahr, who dropped his sword and moved to the side, snatching the spear from the air. He turned and threw it back pinning the thrower and another Darkthorne behind him. Bomahr picked up his sword and stepped behind his cousin, his breathing heavy from the battle, but they had found the one they searched for. Bomahr sheathed his sword and took the horn from his belt, he blew upon it to signal the other Whtiethornes to the location of the one they'd come in search of.

[Nikko Stephan]

His steed charged through the thinner points of the battle knocking down and that got in their way. Nikko slashed at those on the sides trying to make his way closer to the battlement. If those that lived here were still alive they would be there. Just as he was about to swing his blade he was flying through the air. He brought the blade befor him gripping the blade with his free hand. Nikko tuched his head and rolled landing on his feet, only to be greeted by Darkthorne. He took a deep breath as he slashed at them pushing his way through. Yell of rage poured from his mouth as a blade cut along his left arm. Nikko turned qickly and brought the Darkthorne down by taking its head.
He turned around seeing that he was at the battlement. Now he would look for those that lived here. Nikko pushed on moving slashing at the Darkthornes as they came. Another growl of anger came as he felt a blade cut along his back and another got near the cut on his left arm. Nikko grabbed the hilt with the other hand and pulled, making the one sword two. Turning quickly as he did so, stabbed one in the gut while slashing the throat of the other.
His eyes found the form of Reinne, takins she be the head or one of them of this place. For he saw many moving around her and checking to see if she was hurt. Nikko made his stance few feet fromthe group and turned looking at the Darkthorne that were coming. He tilted his head down and gave them and evil grin. No more had he gotten inhis stance that they charged at him. He slashed at them wiht all that he had.

[Isabelle Dragonheart]

Darius kept his flight close to the area that Belle was, he was her eyes for the area. She ran toward a Darkthorne using the dead bodies to leap to the air,  bringing her blade down on him. Belle brought her blade straight back taking the one frm behind her. She steppd on the one she had killed before her, pressing on. Belle's eyes being aware to that around her, not only for the Darkthornes attacking but for Raven as well.

[Einar Blackthorne]

"Aye the old powers have returned to Darkthorne, the wheels of fate have began to spin in favor of our kind. It's a shame you left us Einar, you were such a good killer."

Despite the pain coursing through the Knight's body, the warrior mustered up enough bravado to offer the Darkthorne King a wolfish grin, "More than you know, Prasutagus ... But I promise ... You'll find out." Einar tightened his grip upon Fenrir, feeling the spirit of Fenris-Wolf howl across the planes. The Old Powers coursed through the blood of the Darkthorne King, and Fenris-Wolf lusted for this more than any other's lifeblood. And Einar was more than happy to oblige.

" If only you had been so loyal to Darkthorne as you are to Rienne. Your love for your queen will be the death of you one day Einar, I should know from experience. We both have fathers whom we hated, I've made amends with Reese. I can feel you've made your own amends with your father, only in a way....that I have to commend you on. You may hide the fact that your Darkthorne blood still calls to you, but you can't lie to me Einar. We're family by blood, you were once such a great warrior..."

"I hide nothing, Prasutagus. These claws of mine have ripped the life from many of your men today ... Both here and in Belgada."

" ... it's a shame you must DIE!"

It was then that Prasutagus' axe came slicing through the air, heading towards the Knight. Grey hues widened in surprise, although later the man would curse himself for allowing the Darkthorne King to catch him unawares. Einar rolled his shoulder back in the last moment, but it was not enough. The axe struck the spalder of Einar's armor - but whether it was from the might of Prasutagus' blow or a cink in the battered armor, the axe managed to break through the steel and embed itself in the White Wolf's arm. Einar howled out in pain, taking a step back with his right. Jaw tightened, and grey eyes flashed upwards, narrowing upon Prasutagus through grisly locks of pale blonde. Te Knight tested his right arm, trying to lift Fenrir - yet found he couldn't move the sword more than two inches upwards. Einar swore softly under his breath and then thrust the sword down into the floorboards of the Cathedral, brandishing the scramsax with his left.

"EINAR PLEASE!"

The Knight heard the words of his Queen, and those words gave the warrior strength. " ... What are you waiting for, cousin ...?" Einar questioned, taking a step forwards, heading towards Prasutagus. The scramsax in his hand was long, yes, but little match for the hand-axe the Darkthorne King bore. Unless the Knight managed to get himself close enough to Prasutagus so as to render his axe useless, Einar would forever be on the defensive. The Darkthorne King was fast, much like the White Wolf, not a bulky and burdened foe. Such would be difficult indeed.

" ... Einar the Betrayer has come for your blood!"

And with that final shout, Einar rushed forwards, one arm useless to him, the other - his nondominant, but still trained in secondary arms - bearing a long dagger. Legs pumped with strength, giving the Knight the ability to leap at Prasutagus with all his might. The left arm came up, the scramsax slashing out towards the axe the Darkthorne King bore in hopes of deflecting the weapon off to the side as the Knight-Protector charged him. If Einar could send both men reeling to the ground once more, there was a chance that Prasutagus would lose hold of his axe, evening the battle just a little more.

[Calesta Charis]

Slowly the vapor entered the manor and stopping along side Cordelia. Calesta started to materalize along side her, looking at what she was doing. Semed that the feeling that she was getting off Cordelia was not wrong. Calesta turned around some getting a look at the room that she came into. She could he sounds of battle outside the of the manor. Seemed what she saw was probably just the start of the injured that would need help.
Softly she laid a hand upon Cordelia'a arm "I came when I felt the pain you were feeling, I see now why you felt it. Just let me know where I can help out the most."
Calesta's white hair fell covering the side of her face, wondering why any would want to harm others. Her blue eyes watched as Cordelia assess the man's(Vahn) injuries.

[Aureon Whitethorne]

The sounding of Bomahr's horn ripped through the enraged battlefield, directing Aureon's attentions towards the battlements even as he fought through the masses of enemy that surrounded him. Eidon charged through the Darkthorne ranks, hooves kicking out and leveling foes to the ground, teeth snapping at anyone in reach, all whilst Aureon swung his blade downwards, cleaving his enemies in single-strikes, whilst bashing others away with the broad steel of his shield. Aureon Whitethorne pressed his boots into the flanks of Eidon, urging the destrier forwards with urgency - Isolde and Bomahr had found their mark, and now they would need protection. " ... FOR ORN! FOR ISOLDE! FOR UL'THYR! FOR PALADINE!" The bellow of the Paladin roared out from beneath the face-plate of the Champion's winged helm as he broke through the Darkthorne ranks, killing or forcing his enemies to the side as Eidon raced towards the walls of Demise and the open gate.

" ... FOR THE WHITETHORNES!"

The destrier charged through the open gateway, hooves clattering upon the cobblestones as Aureon brought Eidon around towards the stairs leading up to the battlements. Aureon then urged the steed up the stairs, guiding Eidon up onto the battlements. Steel blue eyes narrowed upon the few Darkthornes still scaling the walls, and the Paladin of Ul'thyr cried out to his god before charging along the battlement walls, his blade slashing downwards at the climbing Darkthornes. Aureon had lost his King today, he would not allow his newly-made Queen to share the same fate.

[Lord_Malak]

The black form stood silently as he stared into the deep languid pool of silvery water.  The liquid his only contact with the wold outside his tomb.  He grinned his skeletal stained teeth reflecting earily in the water.."Soon I will have a new amusment to pass the time here in my prison" He mutter to him self. Stepping forward he rested his black gloved hands on the edge of the water, his burning flame red eyes staring at the pictures he saw...The great battle of Demise....He watched the death and distruction with amusement. Pain and death were always his entertainment.  Specifically he watch the keeper of the tree...waiting for the growth to complete so he could claim what was his.

Taking a step back, his leather and bones creeked..."Soon wench, soon you will be mine"

[Zian Bloodthorne]

Darkthornes climbed up on the cathedral's roof once more, the one that had fired the arrow walked over to Zian.

" I killed him, I killed him ha ha, that will teach....whats that sound?"

Zian was merely asleep, he had played dead hoping to draw the enemy in. He was now going to show them what a true Bloodthorne was capable of, his blood began to move. It covered his form, talons, teeth, and tendrils covered his form as it rose. He was more like the beast he'd hunted now, the creature he'd become was very deadly. Only Bloodthornes who could master this form, could control it. The tendrils shot out at the Darkthornes impaling them upon spikes. As they fell dead The blood slowly went back to the arrow wound and back into his body. Zian's eyes opened and he removed the arrow, looking to the wound as it healed.

Zian turned and looked back over the roof to the battlements where many had gathered. He saw one lone figure, he decided he'd help even though he would rather keep the roof. He lept down landing on the battlements and cut his way to Nikko. He looked the stranger over and continued fighting whatever may come.

[Shamus Blackthorne]

Shamus only followed instinct now, like a beast he was hunting Merlindria. As she moved to the left, his movement directed itself to the left, towards her. His swords came up, one laying atop another, like scissors, no matter which way she went, he'd be ready now. Shamus's mind reflected on the first time he encountered the Darkthornes. When they attacked Lochland years ago under the leadership of Eseer. He remembered all the death and pain they caused to everyone there that day. He wouldn't let that happen again, he would end the cycle here.

Shamus saw her talons and he would not let her get another chance to harm him. It was time for the Darkthornes to finally be laid to rest, he would make sure none of them ever rose again. The celtic tattoos on Shamus's form began to glow as there spellwork gave him a better chance against her. An aura flashed over him, one that would protect him from any evil Merlindria could dish out. The rocky terrian was covered in pools of water from the recent rain. His foot splashed into one and as it did, he pressed down, lifting his other foot. He sprang forwards towards Merlindria caring not whether she expected him already or not.

[Prasutagus Darkthorne]

Prasutagus watched Einar coming for him, he was a skilled fighter with the axe however. He knew he had to keep Einar back, the axe was no use in a close quarter duel against an enemy who carried two weapons. Prasutagus's left arm went behind him as he attempted something. He could feel the red dust slowly wearing off, his left arm trsnformed slowly healing itself. It reverted back as he could not hold the transformation, but soon he could. He came at Einar as well now with the hope of catching him by surprise as he revealed his arm healed. His axe slashed at Einar's weapon holding to catch it and hold it in a lock. As his hand would come up to grip the white wolf's throat and with his bare hands, he would squeeze the life from Einar. Prasutagus watched it play out in his mind, he would have to be quick, the fatigue of battle was begining to slow him down.

He pushed himself just to match Einar's speed now, he had little else he could draw on, should the battle continue long. Prasutagus would use Einar to draw Reinne into the cathedral, and then he'd have his glory. He was sure he might be able to get Reinne to surrender, if he could get his minions into the cathedral. For then he'd have both Einar and Lucan as both bait and barganing chips.

" You fight with courage Einar, but you should learn the art of surprise and trickery."

Prasutagus said as his left arm swung around to reveal itself healed.

[Nikko Stephan]

Quickly he took a glance to the side seeing another near him thinking it be a Darkthorne. Instead it be one to fight them alond side of him. Thou Nikko did not know him another was welcome to help out and lessen the Darkthorne army.
He brought a blade across the throat of one as he kicked anther in the chest. Bringing it around to the other side to send it throu the gut of another. Nikko turned a bit sending each blade toward the enemy, one getting it in the gut second loosing its head. Thee seemed to be no end to the vial beings.
If they were able to keep them back and not over running the place then all was good.

[Kaydean]

Kaydean sat in his room cleaning his weapon of the blood, he looked to the cloth he'd cleaned it with. The blood was that of his father, could he ever forgive him, could Kaydean forgive himself? Kaydean heard a noise outside his window, he looked out at a figure dressed in red. The figure turned to him and then bolted off gliding down over the battlements back to the battlefield. Kaydean put down his blade and walked over to the mirror looking over his face. He shared many of his father's traits, the sight of his face only made the guilt worse. Cebreese had used him, from what he'd heard while on the battlefield, Cebreese was here. He thought over whether he should go and face Cebreese. Face the man that had taken his family away from him, almost made him kill his father.

Could he fight such a man, he'd heard of Cebreese's military career, the man had charisma and skill. A deadly combination in the hands of a military leader or figure head such as him. Kaydean looked to the window and to his backpack. He walked over and took out the small length of rope he had kept in it. He tied it the bed frame and opened the window letting the rope wind down to the ground. He walked over and picked up his sword sheathing it, he stepped out the window and climbed down. As his feet touched the ground, he felt that familiar feeling, fear. There was no way he could match Cebreese in battle, but perhaps he could catch him by surprise. He put his helmet on and ran off back towards the battlefield, he'd avenge the deed done to his family.

Perhaps the figure in red could help him against Cebreese, he would follow that figure's movements and try to locate him.