The Guardians of Light: Second Edition CHAPTER TWO- CLOSED, ACCEPTING CHARS FOR NEXT CHAPTER

[Hussmann54]

"Beats me..." Kin replied. He hadnt heard of much werewo...... "But isn`t Romania where the..." He vocalized his thoughts. He was trying to remember something, an old memory just out of his grasp. "Wulfrykes.... Thats it... thats what they called them."

 

[Xero Scythe]

Damien shook his head. "Ten minutes max." He muttered to Silas. "The Crellyx are a little bit less tolerant than I am, and that's saying something." He cursed. "Damn...Grims. I hate Grims, almost as much as Master Cedric... well, if you want to know that, you can ask his daughter." Damien chuckled. He brought up a seal of the Guardians. "Old tech; it'll never let you down." He called someone back at the Sanctuary and asked them to bring his case. This case was legendary. Most demons would piss themselves at the kinds of weapons Damien had made or collected over 50 years. "Lady n' gentlemen, y'all about to get an upgrade." He grinned.

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

Silas rubbed his chin, feeling some scratchy stubble. "Grims aren't that bad, big puppy dogs if you don't hurt them. They could guide us through the mountains if I remember the old rhyme to tell them we mean no harm. Gotta love binding spells, right? Anyways....." Silas trailed off looking out the window.

"Wulfrykes? Sounds like something one would shout when surprised...."

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

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Ignore this, I think its refusing to let me post for some reason. It reads that I did but idk

 

[Hussmann54]

Kin chuckled at his comment. "Wulfrykes were an old werewolf clan in Romainia. The Rhyle worked with them frequently, although they recently have made no attempts to communicate. We think it may be linked to the death of their Alpha male. An old werewolf named Denya, who was a member of the Rhyle a while back became the clan leader after retiring from the Rhyle. It happened shortly after the war in London, I believe Master Cedric took part in that battle. Wulfrykes, especially clan leaders, live ridiculously long lives, so its a pretty big deal when a leader dies. Often they go months without contact with the outside world. We fear our old friend Pappa Denya may have finally passed on."
He used the term of endearment the Rhyle and the Wulfrykes had both given Denya.
"The Wulfrykes take it upon themselves to help the Vampires keep the more volatile of their members in check. They can move faster than the Vampires, and will hunt down young vampires who go rogue or loose control. They confront the runaway and try to persuade or lure him to come back, only killing them if absolutely necessary of course."

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

Silas nodded "I understand, but I still don't know why Arcanian Grims are patrolling. Perhaps a dimensional rift brought them here a long time ago, and these are mixed blood results. Grims can breed with normal Lycanthropes since they were the origin of Lycanthropes in the first place. I'm surprised to find out some still exist here....now look if we've got all the information we need we will be leaving and returning to our Sanctuary though I'm sure Damien won't say no to staying behind in case Ivan decides to waltz his sorry butt back here..."

Silas got up and stretched "Besides, I wanted to go talk to an old friend.....Kin why don't you tag along I'm betting you remember him...."

 

[Hussmann54]

"Sure..." Kin recovered from his crouched position, giving the globe one last spin as he walked towards the exit.

"Where are we headed?"

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

"Westminster Abbey....He's usually there...."
Silas turned to the rest of the team "Alright get yourselves together and do whatever you need to do. Damien if you don't mind my asking could you go find Ivan. Thank you for this opportunity, milady." he finished by bowing his head to the house leader who nodded and said "We await the return of the key...."


The cars were waiting and the team moved out, back home but Silas' car took him and Kin someplace else......

The Grey Family Memorial, Rowan's Statue

Silas stood in the small outdoor cloister, the birds twittering somewhere far off. He walked up to the statue bearing a demonic stave, smiled and said "I never really knew my grandfather but I heard a lot about him. How awesome he was, I like to visit sometimes before going off on some big mission, maybe it will bring me some luck one of these days." Said Silas.
"You must have heard some things about him, right?"

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Thanks a lot to Fightgarr for making this image

 

[Hussmann54]

"Yeah, I've heard of him. It didnt strike me you two were related until you mentioned it."
Kin circled the statue, taking in the sight.
"He must have fought with Namaka. That big scrap in London that happened some years back... Does your family have a history within the guardians?"

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

"A History? They founded it. Archemorus Grey was one of the founding High Masters, and some say he had a protector of some kind...but no one quite knows what it was or where it came from. It passed on through the line but it seems to have dissapeared. I'd give anything to know what it was...." said Silas, reminiscing.

"You Rhyle folks have it a lot worse, we just fight regular stuff......how exactly has your order survived for so long out there?"

 

[Hussmann54]

"Things used to be much worse. Demons aren't nearly as prevalent in this day and age as they were even a millennium ago. But we still take every precaution we can. A Rhyle will go through years of training before being sent out on his own. And even then, it is held to a constant discipline. They say we have been around since the beginning, but weren't always a formal group. Some claim the word "Rhyle" to mean "Steward" in an Angelic tongue and we were told by God's messengers to fight the demons."
He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a mark, like a tattoo. The symbol was made of a triangle with circles resting on each flat side. from the side of each circle ran a bold line to the tip of the opposite point on the trangle.
"It beings with one of these. Appropriately called the "Stewards Mark". When one appears, it emits energy felt for miles. It becomes a race to get to the marked before a demon cuts him down to size. Each mark is unique to the bearer, but there are similarities in the pattern."

Rolling his sleeve back down, he continued "Then comes years of training, study and practice. We survive by taking every precaution."
He found himself starring at the stone floor.

"Wait..... you said he is usually here.... What do you mean?"

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

Silas smiled "A bit of a joke, since he's a statue. But no, I meant to introduce someone else....I know you are there Malakaius" he said to the dark. Shuffling from the shadows an old, plump monk in traditional trappings walked up "Has it been here recently?" the monk shook his head and rapidly signed to Silas. Silas nodded "Thanks, did you get a good look this time?" the monk nodded.

"Malakaius used to be a Vampire, got his fangs ripped out and his tongue too for trying to leave and join this here abbey. Something has been visiting the memorial, something with a black hood, black velvet gloves and long, scarlet red fingernails. I can't be certain but the way he describes him it could only be one person...."
Silas then looked up at the sky "My brother is back..."

Silas looked to the monk "Now when was the last time you saw him?" the monk signed to Silas and he nodded "A week ago, so he can't have gone far...after this mission I'm going to go looking for him. It is time he faced the consequences....."

 

[Hussmann54]

Kin only looked at the columns of the cloisters.
"Who is he? What did he do?"

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

"My brother Dorian, he's a scoundrel. Murdered his master, stole off into the night. He feasted on his blood, his first feeding. We don't know what vampire bit him but he isn't like Crellyx. It wasn't his touch that killed and drained, classic neck and fang job. He was always a trouble maker, he hated me for being the favorite child. He has tried to kill me at more than a few turns but I've always beaten him, now I think he's back. He dissappeared after he killed his master, I tracked him down and we fought but he escaped. I hope he hasn't gotten stronger..." said Silas, looking at his feet.

 

[Hussmann54]

"Fortunimancer? I could tell you had been thinking about one a lot when I found sand in my pocket in your head. I first thought it to be something about earth element. But saw "Probability" carved into a table next to another small pile of sand. Took me a second to remember sand often represents chance. Like probability, its hard to grasp sand, much less control it in your hand. Funny way these things happen...."
He paced a bit.
"My master was one, I mean my basic instructor, not my imperiomancy trainer. Both of them were absolutely brilliant though."

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

"Fortunamancy is a dark art, messing with it can do funny things to your head." Silas pointed to his temple "Makes you start thinking you are God or something.....some people aren't cut out to deal with magic like that." Silas sighed and shooed the monk away "We've got a long mission and I suggest you make sure you are ready. I'm going to stay here a little longer...."

HERE IS THE END OF PROLOGUE CHAPTER FOR THIS CHARACHTER
CHAPTER ONE TOMORROW

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This means you can still post guys......

 

[Hussmann54]

"Sounds like a plan." Kin said as he walked back to the car. "See you tomorrow Silas."

Later he sat in his room, pensive as ever. He had added two knives to his armor and had one out of its sheath. He sat on the ground, gently dragging the tip across the stone surface of the floor. His full armor suit was on a stand, it was a thing of beauty. The craftsmanship showed well. The only change to it itself was the large rip-like streak across the mask. Almost as if someone had torn into it, the streak went from the top right to the bottom left.

Eventually sleep came upon him and he drifted into quiet, still darkness.

He never had dreams....

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

[HEADING=1]CHAPTER ONE: THE LONG JOURNEY[/HEADING]

Silas stood in the central chamber of the Sanctuary, its highly vaulted ceiling letting in many uneven shafts of light from its one dome and many windows. The fountain in the center played a happy tune. Now Silas was here for two reason, to wait for his team whom he had signaled several hours ago and were slow to respond. He was also watching thing few ever see, his own mother both singing and dancing.


Backing up, Silas briefly mentioned to his mother that the new girl, Maeve, could sing and had sung well. Now, Silas' mother took this as a threat to her popularity and challenged Maeve to show her skills to the whole of the Guardians, in order to re-assert her dominance. Silas had tried to talk his mother down but once she was set on it...come hell or high water there was going to be a competition in full view of all.


Silas was one of many who were watching but not one who was making bets, as many Guardians were doing. It was an old Irish folk ballad that Silas himself remembered being sung to him long ago. It was obvious both knew this song well and Silas with a knee up on the rim of the fountain watched with interest. His mother started first, advancing down the high staircase pausing only a few times to brush close by some who were at the edges of the staircase watching. They traded verses and choruses, each getting louder and louder as they approached. Their dance moves were well rehearsed and both were evenly matched. The end of their singing came when they stood face to face staring into each others eyes steadily. Finally Silas' mother threw up her hands and walked off in a huff. There was a chorus of clapping as Maeve did a little curtsy before running off.


Silas turned to the gates and began to walk away. He tapped his communicator twice to signal the team. "If I could have everyone's attention for a moment or two. Could we all get back to the Crellyx and meet up with Damien? That'd be great, thanks."

 

[Meta_Trooper]

Ivan stood in the shadows, watching everything, Silas hadn't noticed him, and any guardians that had met with a cold stare, watched Silas walk toward the gates for a few moments before following on silently, watching other guardians suspiciously as he went by.

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sorry about the small post, but that's all i got right now. =/

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

There were many miles to go, and it all had to start somwhere. A train station in Edinburgh was their port, and the Guardian team began to manifest. Silas and Damien stood together, silently at first, before Silas broke the silence "So, do you think this cut-and-dry or is this going to get complicated?"