Quick question: does a vampire's regeneration apply to conscious-losing blows? (Seeing that usually the reason one loses consciousness due to a bruise on the brain and/or damage to one's skull via a direct attack to the head). As in, a vampire could possibly recover faster than the average human?
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I don't know if this is just for me, but when I went to go back to alter Morgan's CS a little (altered colors for his appearance, sticking to the lore of being a worshiper of The Wanderer and all that), the link kept redirecting me to the IC instead of the actual CS. Tried some of the older character's links as well and got the same result (however, the newer characters' links are fine).
Just thought I would give a heads up. ^^;
*Edit*
And I think something with the avatars is being changed, as I too have no viewable avatars. :3
Right then - post is up! Sorry for the lack of length, but I figured that there was only so much to write about getting K.O.'d. I'll dive more into Morgan's mind as he struggles to return to the land of the conscious next post. ;D
####**Morgan Thrainsson**
*'KILL.'*
The word echoed through the vampire's mind as his weapon swung through the air. The reddened haze of his gaze was solely focused on the guard, his weapon an extension of his wrath. Hidden mouth exposed gritted teeth, the growl ripping through the air. *'DEATH CAL-'*
**"Enough!"**
Morgan had fallen into a rage, but he was not so far gone that something jolted his conscious. Wait, no. It wasn't just his inner human - it was also his weapon. Maddened eyes refocused to his weapon. Sparks glittered from the sheer collision between metallic stud and Blue's strange blade, the demonic looking weapon biting deeply into Morgan's staff. *'What?!'* Who dared interfere with justice, with the delivery of souls?! *'YOU.'* Morgan screamed inwardly as a hateful glare issued from the depths of Morgan's hooded face towards the red-hooded sellsword. The vampire made to strike Ixion's masked face with a heavy fist, but he never got beyond the action of winding his arm back into a powerful blow. The assassin's inconspicuous attack found its mark, the pommel clobbering the left side of Morgan's head. This was final blow in jolting Thrainsson from his instant rage, the red melting away into darkness, the vampire's body noticeably loosened from his anger's grasp and into the world of blackened unconsciousness...
Merc, I'm a little confused in what Ixion is doing. I understand that he's using the small blade's pommel to deliver the KO blow, but did he push the guard out of the way to withdraw Blue's sword to block Morgan's first initial attack?
> I kind of find it hard to believe a person like I'on would accept killing innocents who were just doing their jobs... He is smaller, but also stockier and can always just hit the vampire over his head with his staff, no? Since Morgan is a vampire, there is probably a somewhat smaller chance that he'd be permanently brain-damaged from it. (Well ... there'd be quite a bit of explaining to do afterwards, but at least people'd not be dead. NPCs are persons, too, and shouldn't treated any differently IC than played characters.)
I mean, I would agree. However, Ixion did mention inwardly that he wasn't exactly pleased that his cover had been/could be compromised and was making best of the situation. But given the opportunity... the possibilities, heh. Then again, the right moral choice could override the need to hide.
And don't vampires pretty much recover from any mortal wound?
> Lol, it'd also make I'on...less likely to side with the two if they end up killing guardsmen. He has lived in Zerul for a good while, has a good reputation, and is a generally upstanding individual for the most part. Ironically, Morgan's assessment of him never having lived outside of society is quite inaccurate, but that is from his perspective and the vampire hardly knows the little penin well enough to think otherwise :P
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> We'll see how things progress, but if they end up fighting the guards, I'on will quickly second guess his alliance with them, and have to very swiftly choose whom to unleash his magic upon to deadly efficiency. Either way this goes it should be interesting, and that's what's important ^_^
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> Edit for Shien: Very true, as I mentioned above briefly. That does bring a good point up, as to whether I'on would do so. I'm sure he'd sense the killing intent to at least some extent, if that's even a reasonable way of putting it. Plus Morgan's movements are not exactly ones someone takes who isn't about to be blatantly hostile/dangerous.
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> So knocking the fellow out, or knocking him from his frenzy, is quite possible.
Well, naturally. Who wouldn't want to protect his life from a rampaging vampire? :P And of course, Morgan's assumptions are incorrect, but they're also judgmental due to the fact that he assumes that I'on is with the law. I do believe the death of him will be due to his hatred for such people... But anyway, I can't wait to see responses - this will be indefinitely interesting.
> _Reads Rhae's post with Morgan, immediately rubs his temples_ Well, it's realistic, which is great, but I swear nothing can ever be simple. Granted, that sort of makes this more fun doesn't it? xD
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> With any luck our assassin will stop him, because I'on is physically too small to entirely impede Morgan, though if he used some magic it'd be something of a cinch since the vampire is effectively in what appears to be a (nearly) unthinking bloodrage. Well, Mercinus, do you want to post, or is it my turn before we have the guard's react?
Firstly, I deeply apologize. xD I tried of thinking a different way that Morgan could react, or that he would be under more control. However, seeing that he was feeling trapped, on top of the guard's tone, and the general hatred he has for the law... There was no avoiding it.
I'm just hoping they keel over, but you know. Nothing is ever simple in RP, haha. However, this whole incident could be easily blown over, assuming that Ixion sees this as an opportunity to create a "no-witnesses-allowed" situation (Getting rid of the guards is just putting the group back to where it was - going the inn, but this time, nobody with the law will know their exact location ;D). But we'll see. Guards always seem to have more back up than they need... :(
> I am intimidated. I am never intimidated when it comes to the possibility of joining a RP.
Trust me, you aren't the only one. But that's why I love RPing in this RP. It's so challenging as a writer and it demands greatness (which, in turn, makes a great story ^^)
> @Rhae: ...For some reason I thought you implied that he was still a member of some faction or another, rather than that he has been a part of one before. Silly me.
I was wondering, but it's no worries, Shein. Though it would be funny/interesting to see which group would even accept a vampire sniffer. :P
@DJ
I went back to edit Morgan's CS, but due to the board's coding change, I couldn't edit an old post... Would you mind if I reposted Morgan's CS, or would you prefer I didn't?
#### **Morgan Thrainsson**
Of all humans, Morgan found himself hating that of the guarding type. While some might assume that it was because they were often the bane of his existence when entering a city or merely holding up the good law of whichever province or major gathering of walking bloodsacks (which wasn’t a false assumption), the sniffer hated what these bumbling idiots always radiated: the nasty stench of a week without wash and the swirling, knotted bramble of emotion. Even so, the slight disgusted crinkle of his nose would once again be hidden by his mask, something he always appreciated about his facial apparel.
**”What’s going on here? Nobody moves! You—!**
The guard’s words were harsh, accusing - typical. Morgan’s fist already tightened around his weapon, its planted tip a second from leaving the earth and placing a crater into the left side of the speaking guard… A sudden burst soul-like energy radiated from all the present guards, causing a sharp pang to appear in the left side of Morgan’s head: fear, surprise, anger sweltered from their bodies. While the pain would be ignored with a small roll of the shoulders, Morgan focused himself to observe the energies of his temporary allies.
A name was mentioned, one that Morgan could only assume was the penin. *’I’on…’’* With great difficulty, the vampire quelled the urge to take violent action against those who represented the law. Granted, I’on had only received a mercy due to the fact that the three had formed a unspoken (if albeit shaky) alliance. However, these pieces of scum should not. I’on’s retorting explanation caught Morgan’s attention and again, his normally blank expression was disturbed by irritated twitch of his nose. *Not a fan of subtly, are we?’*
Not only had the penin brought attention to two that meant to stay hidden and without identification, he had also trapped them inside of the city’s limits, as well as binding them to a place of living. *’It seems one has only lived within the limits of society - excellent.’* The sniffer observed sarcastically, irritation smoldering into anger. Morgan gave a side glance to the red hooded mercenary - annoyance was twitching within his energy, *’But is he angered enough to the point of violence?’* Red eyes locked back to the guards, particularly the one who had addressed their small group. His authoritative stance, his puffed out chest, his glaring eyes - all of it too familiar and all too unwelcome. Memories of the Seclyrian Army began to sneak into his mind’s eye, threatening the sniffer mercilessly. The thought of the logical, calculating sniffer began to merge with that of the beast within:
*
‘Is this a trap?’
‘Come along, sniffer!’
‘I am surely one to be assumed cautious with my identity, am I not?’
‘Move it, bloodhound! Time to do your job!’
‘Is he attempting to set a trap?’
‘Where are the magic uses, dog? Tell us!’
‘He is with the law, he can’t be trusted.’
‘You’ve put us behind schedule, sniffer! You know what that mean, yes?’
’This is too simple - he’s with them.’
‘You’re sorry, you say?! Sorry doesn’t get those soldiers back, dog!’
‘Fight them.’
‘Who’s your master, sniffer?!’
‘Fight them.’
‘Who is it?!’
‘KILL.’*
Years under the harsh treatment of his handlers, Morgan’s mental scars were not so easily forgotten. In his mind’s eye, the butt of a spear or some other blunt instrument hit him, again and again. The vampire began to see red, a guttural growl beginning to rip from the depth of his throat as he took a swift step forward, his knobbed weapon ripping from the stone ground with an audible crack of stone.
If no one reacted quickly enough, Morgan’s left hand would reach for the head of the lead guard’s halberd, viciously yanking it in his general direction. The idea was pull the guard completely off balance, attempting to pull him towards the enraged vampire. If successful, Morgan would complete his first wish - his stave would whip in a horizontal arc, smashing its hide into the guard’s leather armored skull. Morgan’s supernatural strength should have been enough to give his opponent severe blunt trauma, but miracles could happen after all.
However, Morgan would not be finished. Assuming his attack would be successful, regardless of its outcome, the sniffer would perform a spinning crouch, using the disarmed halberd’s haft to sweep the guard to the right off his feet, hopefully catching Morgan’s second target by surprise, due the sniffer’s natural, impossible speed. The idea was to knock the guard to the ground and then move on to the crossbow wielding woman. Using the momentum of his low blowing spin, Morgan’s own crafted weapon would perform a massive uppercut. With any luck, the vampire would be able to catch the woman by the chin with his studded staff before she could loose a crossbow bolt. This, of course, would leave the remaining guard to take action, but Morgan was not concerned with that fact at this point. Only one thought was important:
*'KILL!'*
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