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Darius
RgK_BloodHowlDate: Sunday, 2010-03-21, 4:08 PM | Message # 1
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Darius’s parents met with great, burning passion. They were fiercely in love with each other and married soon after, making love with great ferocity, night after night. Very soon, his mother began showing symptoms of pregnancy. At first, the couple were joyous at the prospect of an offspring, but pregnancy had its inconveniences. When Darius was finally born, they thought they could continue loving each other as before. However, babies require more attention than anyone else in the world, and with the strain of taking care of a child, the couple felt less and less joy. They were becoming unhappy with the way things were going and that frustration was centered on Darius. If he had not been born, they might have continued their love life.

And thus, Darius grew up, his parents always giving him the sweet smile that they would use on anyone, even strangers. He had the care and concern but without the love. Loneliness became a part of Darius, being with a group of children but not being friends with any of them. He entered the militia as an excuse to live in the barracks and stay away from his parents, and there, he found comrades-in-arms, but no ‘brothers’.

He has never given any trouble to the other children in the village; he has been well-behaved during camp training. None of the people who have met him disliked him, but none of them could find a reason to like him. Fighting the war against the Night Fall now was not something he had a burning desire for. Instead, it was just something for him to do, life and death had no meaning to a man who had never known the meaning of gain or loss.

Darius was sent on a skirmish to handle the frontal charge of the enemy troops. A troop of five warriors and five magicians, they had to rely on each other to defend themselves and watch their backs. It was not a pairing between one warrior and one magician, but in the course of an unexpected engagement, the troop was broken up and the paired up in order to maximize close- and far-ranged combat, as was often the strategy.

Darius acted as he would with anyone else, focusing on attacking, then commanding cover fire while lending his shield only when really necessary. His partner, Seyria, was slow in acting at first, hesitating whether to cast a spell, and suddenly casting it awkwardly when Darius burst out his command. She was expecting Darius to be shielding her almost every step of the way, but now that he was mainly covering her back and exposing her front, she was forced to use protective spells. Somehow, she liked it.

Another mission brought them together again, and thought Seyria was being shielded by the other fighter and magician, she was focusing on Darius and the movements of his body and sword. It would have ended up being a messy fight, Seyria not co-operating as effectively as two of their members, until Darius decided to redirect his duel away from the group. This particular vampire was a hulking beast, its claw swipes effectively reaching far and could easily injure his team who were focusing their attention elsewhere. However, this left Darius open to attacks on all sides. Seyria saw this and hurried to where she was, leaving the other members to worry about other enemies. With a blazing bolt, Darius’s back was saved and with Darius looking out for her only when it things became too much for her to handle, Seyria was able to fully utilize her magic.

Seyria was a woman whom everyone loves, albeit a little too much. They loved her for her cuteness and beauty, her adorable speech and movement and her demure and mild personality. When she told everyone, via her father, that she would join the militia, her fellow villagers were shocked, expecting her to just be a pleasant wife staying at home and looking beautiful. She disliked it, then, that everyone in the camp gave the same adoration to her. The men protected her, taking potential wounds in her place, while the women did as much work for her to spare her the mental drain that came of spell casting. She might as well be an idol in the militia for all she cared. Thus, when Darius partnered her and commanded her like a normal human being, like nobody special, she was surprised but pleasantly so. From that time on, Seyria was often seen fighting by Darius and staying with the quiet, solitary man.

It was impossible for Darius not to notice the woman. He did not know what was the meaning of attraction. He had seen his mother being physically attached to his father like how Seyria is now, but he did not know what it actually meant. Yet, a certain fire was developing in him.


He died with tears in his heart, but none on his eyes – nobody taught him how to cry. - Umbra's Biography
 
RgK_BloodHowlDate: Sunday, 2010-03-21, 4:09 PM | Message # 2
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Darius and Seyria were posted to the patrols, and during their breaks, they returned to the empty guard post. Seyria sat beside Darius and allowed her hand to deliberately brush against his. She broke the silence, as she always had, but it also broke a certain atmosphere that was created in a room with one man and one woman.

“Why do you look so calm?”

“… A warrior’s stance.”

“I mean, why do you seem unhappy, yet, not sad?”

“… No reason to be either.”

“Darius… you look… lonely…” Seyria brought herself closer to the man and looked him straight in the eye. “Why are do are you always keeping your thoughts to yourself? We’ve been through a lot together, please tell me more about yourself.”

“… I am unimportant.”

“You lie. I think I see it now. You’ve been left out, haven’t you? “Seyria commented, amidst hands that half-heartedly held her back. “Is there anything I can do to make to you happier…?

Her hands held his firmly now and their faces were so close, they could feel each other breaths on their faces.

That night, a spark created a fire within two hearts.

Darius and Seyria’s relationship was not widely announced, but it could not be kept secret either. The two would go on missions together, and they would return to the same dwelling together. The women felt nothing about the situation; they may even be happy for her; there would finally be someone she is interested in and the other men would finally stop looking her way only. The men, however, might have thought otherwise. Before Darius even joined the militia, Seyria’s village boys already held interest in her, be it mere infatuations or self-asserted deep love, and one can only imagine how many suitors Seyria had unknowingly gathered.

Darius was perhaps worse off, not realizing the situation he had gotten himself into, and why these men were cornering him and pointing their swords against him. No one had ever showed any ill will towards him before, and it was not the same type of malice the Night Fall had. These men were jealous.


He died with tears in his heart, but none on his eyes – nobody taught him how to cry. - Umbra's Biography
 
RgK_BloodHowlDate: Sunday, 2010-03-21, 4:09 PM | Message # 3
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The two men facing him charged forth with swords drawn. One held a narrower bladed sword and swung it rapidly, taking up much of Darius’s attention from his partner’s broadsword. Darius could only block with his own sword, the tip of the smaller blade grazing the flat of Darius’s blade. His shield was left behind in Seyria’s dwelling before he left to purchase some suppliers, only preparing for a surprise onslaught by vampires. He was rather prepared to enter battle, but with his own ally’s broadsword smashing downwards with heavy force, Darius was shaken. As Darius flicked and turned the broadsword aside, he felt a slight twinge as his sword chipped. There was no time to examine it; the smaller blade thrust straight into Darius’s face and drew a red line across his cheek as he dodged. A kick sent him stumbling behind, followed by another strike from the broadsword, clashing loudly with Darius’s sword and forceful the man to his knees.

Darius gingerly freed one hand and grabbed some sand. He waited for the smaller blade to swing back and gain momentum. Just before the man lunged forward, Darius tossed the sand into the man’s eyes, blinding him and forcing his sword direction to stray. His blade struck the side of his partner, consequently releasing his hold on Darius. Another flick turned the broadsword away and a second chip into Darius’s sword. He would definitely need to buy a new one soon, he grimly mused. That is, if he could.

A back roll brought Darius into the clear and he sought better ground, running in the direction of Seyria’s dwelling where he recalled was a narrow path. He failed to hear the footsteps of men, other than the first two, giving chase. Sidestepping into the alley, he turned around to see his opponent’s shining sword appear around the corner, followed by the grim broadsword behind. Even in a one-on-one duel, Darius was still disadvantaged when his opponent had a shield to deflect all of Darius’s attacks. He was pushed towards the back exit of the alley where two more men, one with a projectile weapon and one with a spear, waited calmly and patiently.


He died with tears in his heart, but none on his eyes – nobody taught him how to cry. - Umbra's Biography
 
RgK_BloodHowlDate: Sunday, 2010-03-21, 4:09 PM | Message # 4
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Seyria noticed that Darius was taking too long to return. She left the house and headed down the path Darius would have taken to the store, and she brought her weapon along. Surprise attacks by the Night Fall could be expected and if her lover was caught in one, she wanted to be there with him. Seyria turned the corner to see the spearman lunge his weapon at Darius.

The moment slowed to a halt as Seyria realised what was going to happen. Her mind grew into a flurry, multiple spells coming to mind to protect Darius, but none were fast enough to stop the movement of the spear. She decided, in just milliseconds, to use a paralysis spell that was fast, effective, and long ranged. The moment she began her incantation, time suddenly sped up.

Seyria watched helpless as the spear drove into Darius’s right lung. She screamed, louder than the shrieks heard from an accursed ghost, and more frightening than the war cries of the beasts. The magic flowed around the infuriated woman like an aurora seen only on rare nights in the dark skies. No magician have been able to amass as much power as Seyria did, and she called upon a spell never known to humans, only to angels and gods.

Within the four visible men wielding the murder weapons, a fire grew; from the outside, flames gathered around each of the four, searing hot and burning without smoke whatever building structure in contact. The flames within grew and grew, boiling the men from inside, then exploded, the flames suddenly spreading throughout the entire body. Outside, the gathered flames crashed down, striking their bodies with such force, they should have been blow beyond the castle walls. With pressure inside and force outside, Darius’s four murderers were seared alive, leaving nothing but spherical burnt sites.

The situation was alerted to the Keltharin Army who took Seyria into custody. Her rage and heartbreak had not been calmed yet, and fearing she may bring upon the kingdom another devastating spell, she was banished from the kingdom. She was meant to be hung in order to avoid her mind going awry, but as a person loved by so many in the kingdom, she was able to preserve her life – if that was what she could still call it.

Seyria wandered the lands beyond the castle gates, seeking solace or death, anything to ease the void in her heart and the pain she felt. Out in the lands beyond the protection of the Keltharian Empire, Seyria faced a future none had known before…


He died with tears in his heart, but none on his eyes – nobody taught him how to cry. - Umbra's Biography
 
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