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Post by [Six] on Jan 4, 2007 20:57:18 GMT
Carsene slipped out of the carriage, brushing back her scarlet rivulets, her obsidian cashmere shawl caressing her shapely form. Ahead she saw a cloaked figure. She began to advance towards the figure. Sliding a hand into her dress reaching for one of her revolvers. "Can I help you Monsieur." she said coyly, expecting it to be a human bandit. "I bring a message to you Lady Carsene of Le Maison des Ombres. Your lord Monsieur Pierpont request your immediate assistance, the kings has attacked." he reported in a casual tone. "Oh no, thats terrible news!" she said with a large grin. "Well thank you for passing on the information." She swiftly pulled out her revolver and fired a shot into the messengers head. He dropped to the floor a pool of crimson escaping across the road. "Remi! Commence the coach!" said Carsene as she stepped back into her carriage chuckling to herself lightly.
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Post by Ceri on Jan 4, 2007 21:32:32 GMT
[glow=red,2,3000]Lol that was very Le Maison-ish [/glow]
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Post by [Six] on Jan 5, 2007 16:11:57 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Indeed. :3[/glow]
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Jan 5, 2007 16:59:33 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]oddly enough[/glow]
Back at Le Maison at dusk Jean was wondering why his messenger hadn't returned, he had been one of the fastest riders, easily able to catch up with a coach. He didn't like the way the kings men were talking between themselves in groups outside and looking up at the house in that suspicious way. They had made some form of camp on the opposide side of the street where they would no doubt wait until daybreak if they had any sense at all
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Post by Ceri on Jan 6, 2007 15:51:51 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Can I just ask, what's the plan for this battle? Because Shaun's slightly incapacitated and I'm not sure what the other characters are planning![/glow]
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Post by [Six] on Jan 6, 2007 19:15:29 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Carsene is a treacherous bitch, Jean will be lewading the battle against the king. Stefan should come back with reinforcements, so Cez you could take Stefan after I post a battle scene.[/glow]
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Post by Ceri on Jan 6, 2007 20:51:24 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Sounds like a plan. Post away, then [/glow]
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Jan 7, 2007 16:49:59 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]*twiddles thumbs while waiting*[/glow]
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Post by [Six] on Jan 7, 2007 21:19:13 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Don't rush me *whines*. Do you want something of the highest calibre or not?[/glow]
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Post by Ceri on Jan 7, 2007 21:20:12 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Awww that's okay, Payne, you take your time [/glow]
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Post by [Six] on Jan 7, 2007 21:27:44 GMT
"These wretched humans have come to destroy our way of life. We shall tear there puny army , limb from limb, their numbers are not much larger than ours. Though they expect us to attack, our powers will overwhelm them!!" rallied Jean. A few veteran vampires, stood beside their leader. Jean was dressed in his battle gear, no armor, made of the finest material allowing comfortable movement and flexability. He held two ornate knives in his calloused hands. He only hoped that Stefan and Carsene would come back to aid him in this fight for the Maison. Jean stepped towards the wooden front door, before kicking it wide open. "Jean are you crazy, this door is our only defence." cried Luc with worry. "Let them come.." he growled. "Charge my coven!!!!"
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Post by Ceri on Jan 7, 2007 21:33:00 GMT
Over the hills Shaun could hear the raging battle. In the absence of his captors he'd managed to work his hands free of the shackles and was standing at the barred window, staring across the wide open landscape where, distantly, he could see Le Maison standing like a thorn on the smooth stem of a rose. Bastards, he thought. In some strange way he wished he was out there with them. He glanced outwards to the corridor opposite his cell. One of the guards had left his sword belt and weapons leaning against the opposite wall. He'd already tried to reach them, but they were a good foot too far away. But there had to be a way out somehow.
Jean raised his knives above his head as, through the splintering wood and rising dust, the shadows of an army charged towards the doorway. Letting out a battle roar that shook the air around him, he charged forward.
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Post by [Six] on Jan 7, 2007 21:41:20 GMT
Jean leapt forward like an animal fangs bared as they sunk into the first soldiers throbbing neck, then impaling him with his knives before laying waste to his intestines. He jumped back as Luc tore the arm off of one of his enemy the slitting his throat with a bone. His first wave of amatuers went down, as the king's archers arrows had silver tips. "ignitio vertiga!!" roared Jean as a column of fire burst up in the middle of the kings rank, sending masses of bodys soaring through the air breaking their necks on impact with the cold stone floor. Some landing on the spikes of the fence, one through a soldiers eye. Gruesome screams echoed throughout the battlefield. Jean leapt back from a slice to the stomach before lunging forward with his right hand and crushing one soldiers crown jewels, then gashing a knife across both of his eyes.
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Post by Ceri on Jan 7, 2007 21:56:04 GMT
Shaun took a deep breath and aimed another heavy roundhouse at the wooden bench in his cell. Pain flared up his leg and, finally, the bench shattered, sending shards of wood flying. Staggering, Shaun leant against the wall for a moment to catch his breath, then limped over to the destruction, seizing a snapped plank of wood. Feeding it through the bars he tried to hook the belt attached to the guard's sword. The belt held for a moment and he lifted it off the wall, then slipped from the wood and fell to the ground. Shaun cursed savagely, sweat pouring from his red forehead, and he tried again. Once, twice, three times the belt caught and slipped again, then, finally, he jolted it within reach. He seized the leather of the belt and dragged it through the bars, searching the pouches attached to it. A three foot sword, a hunting knife, fourteen silver coins and the guard's personal effects, but no key. Cursing, Shaun strapped the belt on and seized a smaller sliver of wood to try to break the lock.
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Jan 18, 2007 14:20:45 GMT
"Where is Madamoiselle Roussou with those reinforcements" said Luc, pausing with breath with Jean. The second wave of the king's forces were far better prepared and were managing to beat the haggard vampires back. "I do not believe she has got our message" said Jean "either that or she is incredibly foolish"
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Post by Ceri on Jan 18, 2007 21:11:38 GMT
Shaun was succeeding in nothing more than jamming broken splinters of wood in the lock of the door. Furious, he felt like giving up, but he tried once more, to no avail. Leaning his forehead against the cool bars he tried to think of an alternative. An idea struck him; he removed the belt again and examined the buckle. It consisted of a metal mechanism made up of a square and a latch to catch in the belt holes. The latch might just have fitted into the lock, he mused. Taking the hunting knife out he cut swiftly through the leather and tried to detatch the metal shaft, finding it locked tightly into place. Lividly he bashed the contraption against the stone wall until it broke, and he hurried over to the lock once more.
Finally, it opened.
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Jan 22, 2007 9:16:51 GMT
Carsene had just arrived at the country house on the coast. She had changed her plan by now. She intended to leave for England an the next ship that would take her. Maybe from there to America or maybe Canada. As far away from le Maison and Jean as possible. She swished the train of her muslin gown around her ankles as she gazed from the window dreamily, wondering what was happening back in Paris, and where the others were
meanwhile....
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Post by Ceri on Jan 22, 2007 13:03:18 GMT
Shaun peeked around the corner, finding the area deserted. Still holding the broken belt clasp in his hand, he hurried across the prison courtyard and began to climb the fence at the other side. Ten more seconds and he'd be free again, and he'd go back to Le Maison and give Pierpont what for. "BREAKOUT!" Shaun sighed angrily at the expected shout. He hauled himself up the chainlink as he heard the prison guards hurrying towards him. Someone grabbed his ankle but Shaun kicked out to free himself, and finally reached the top. He swung his leg over the fence and glanced back; four guards were below staring up in horror, helpless to stop him, and three others were hurrying back towards the prison to raise the alarm. Laughing, Shaun leapt down across the other side of the fence and turned to grin maliciously back at the guards. He hadn't seen the archer guards on the roof of the prison, and he didn't see them now until the closest had fired; the arrow struck the ground with a sharp thud at his feet. Shaun started to run, forgetting his gloating. Another two arrows fired out; one missed, but one hit his shoulder from behind. The shock and pain knocked Shaun from his feet and he crashed to the ground, pain flaring through his arm. Snarling in fury he tore the arrow shaft from his shoulder and, still gripping it tightly, forced himself back to his feet to carry on running. It was pitch black out here, and the light of the torches back at the prison was steadily dying as the distance between him and the guards increased. Finally the shouts of the guards ceased, and Shaun came breathlessly to a halt. He stood for a moment ensuring that he wasn't being followed, then cast around for a hiding place. The edge of a forest was visible a short distance to the left, and at an awkward jog he made his way to its shelter.
As soon as he was deep enough in the forest for comfort he let himself fall to his knees, cursing the accuracy of the kings archers. The back of his jacket was heavily stained with blood, his shirt was torn and, most infuriating of all, at some point between the prison and now, he'd lost his hat. He felt like running all the way back, cutting down anyone in his way and retrieving it, but a sudden wave of bloodloss-induced fatigue washed through him and he collapsed, unconscious.
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Feb 1, 2007 14:32:56 GMT
"A messenger from the king" Carsene turned arround as her servant announced the messengers arrival. "Madamoiselle Roussou, The king requests your presence at Versailles immediateley" said the messenger. "Did he give a reason pray tell?" Carsene really didn't want to return to Paris "He wishes you to act as an ambassador to your mutual aquaintance, Jean Luc Pierrepont at Le Maison De Ombres, he wishes to give Pierrpont a chance to negotiate a surrender"
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Post by Ceri on Feb 3, 2007 18:52:27 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]I wonder what's going on back at Le Maison right now...?[/glow]
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Feb 4, 2007 20:09:22 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]If only Ben would post[/glow]
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Post by [Six] on Feb 9, 2007 21:05:06 GMT
Screams echoed across the battlefield that night was drawing on. Jean knew he had to finish the battle before sunrise. Retreat was not an option. Their only hope was they could fend off the human attackers, a hope that as fading fast as his fellow vampires fell around him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Stefan had recruited a fair few hundred vampires from the northern villages, though lacking in class and elegance, they were a ferocious and brutal force, the just needed to make sure they got to the battlefield on time.
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Post by Ceri on Feb 10, 2007 16:21:10 GMT
Shaun woke early the next morning, his shoulder aching, his hair matted with his own blood. He automatically reached out for his hat, then remembered that he'd lost it during the breakout. He cursed and sat up, absently brushing his hair down. He wasn't far into the forest and he could distantly see the prison through the trees, but there was no sign of people out there and no evidence of a search being made for him. Shaun unsteadily stood up, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. His ears felt unnaturally cold in the absence of his hat, and he vaguely wondered how the battle was going back at Le Maison. For some reason he wanted to return for more than just revenge. Focusing his mind back on the task at hand, he pulled his compass from his shirt pocket and regarded it for a moment, grimly wondering how long it would take to get back to Le Maison on foot. Then an idea struck him. He remembered, when he'd first been brought to the prison, that aorund the back was a stables. He pondered his options for a moment. It would be hard to ride with only one arm, but so much faster than walking...And besides, he reasoned, There's always a chance of finding my hat back there. He carefully made his way to the edge of the forest and, ensuring he was still hidden from the archers on the roof of the prison, he started back again.
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