Creature of the N i G h T (Open)

[Allen "Boogey Man" Quill]

Allen hopped from rooftop to rooftop. Arvilla had forgotten him? Ha! The nerve! They treated him like a boogey man! The insolent idiots! He'd teach them never to forget. He was Allen Quill, the Scourge of the Vampire. His name used to make people squirm in their seats. He continued moving. Arvilla was where it ended, this was where it was going to start too.

How could he be beaten? Now that he realised that he could absorb small amounts of other people's powers and attributes for a small time. He wondered if maybe he could gain more of the powers if he swallowed more of the blood. He continued to leap, landing almost effortlessly on the buildings. His clothes looked older, and he was a bit sad about that. Now he found what he was looking for.

He hopped off one of the roofs, his red eyes gleaming. He landed infront of a tailor shop. He walked in, the tailor looked up at him. He began to smile, Allen spoke.

"I need these clothes resewn."

He said, taking off his coat, gloves, and undershirt. He smiled at the man and layed it down. The Tailor looked up at him, his brow furrowed.

"Sir, are you by chance a Vampire?"

Allen's mouth twisted into a grin.

"Im Allen Quill."

The man laughed a little uneasily. Allen glared at him. He drew his oversized sword and cut the table in half. The unmistakeable sword stood gleaming in the light. The man stopped laughing and then spoke.

"B-but Allen Quill died a long time ago, he-he's just a boogey man!"

Allen grinned, showing his fangs.

"Boogey man. I like that name, I'll take it. Fix my coat, make it strong, or I'll kill you. Spread the word, Allen 'Boogey Man' Quill is back. And he is pissed off."

He said, laughing, then he turned, ready to leave. Satisfied that he'd scared this man into spreading word. This would be the first seed of his fear. He was going to make everyone remember him, people would wonder who he was and they would look him up, they'd see the memorial, they would check the well, they'd find it was empty. They would remember.

[Twilight]

Arvila had always aggravated her. The people, going nowhere, walking, riding, running. They were all just doing nothing. Even the guards, so self-righteous in their shining armor, were doing nothing for the city. After all, the only things that ever mattered were the ones that were remembered.

A gust of wind pulled on the edges of Rais’s cloak. She held it back together quickly, before anyone could see the weapons on her waist. It wasn’t a particularly cold breeze, but she chilled easily. She glanced to the side of the road, looking for an apothecary. Again she wondered who organized this district. It all seemed so random.

A loud noise coming from a tailor’s shop alerted her to something which may prove interesting. Rais stood near the doorpost and peaked inside. A rather foreboding man seemed to be threatening the tailor and had in the process broken a table in two. A cruel laugh echoed through the shop.

Rais drew back a bit. It was no use trying to get involved in something that may get her killed. But a name stopped her in her tracks. She had heard it before, by studying some of the old Rodylian annals. Allen Quill. She couldn’t believe the man’s audacity, calling himself by a legend. But… it was possible. He certainly was a vampire. That alone made her want to stick around and ask him questions.

Her heart jumped in her throat as he turned around, his business with the tailor apparently finished. Cold fingers ran down her spine, telling her to leave, run, to move. But she stood and looked the man right in the eyes. A thin smile appeared on her lips. “Allen Quill?” she asked calmly, as if he was just any average man who couldn’t kill her with the bat of an eye.

[Allen "Boogey Man" Quill]

Allen sheathed his almost oversized sword, pausing his thoughts to remind himself to name it sometime, he'd need to name his bayonete like short blades at his sides as well. He turned, barechested, his sword in it's sheath, the strap across his back, until he was facing a young girl. His sharp ears had heard her walk in. He now met her gaze calmly, but the fire that seemed to almost radiate in the back of his crimson eyes burned, showing his ambitionious personality. She spoke his name, he would have cut her in half right then for looking him so cooly in the eye, but he was glad to know someone knew his name.

"I prefer Scourge or Boogey Man. Can I help you?"

He asked calmly. A nice smile met his lips, as he stared down at her own. He wore a friendly smile but he spoke with a cruel voice.

"Please stop smiling at me or I'll cut your mouth off and force you to eat it."

He said, his smile dropping. He was in a bit of a bad mood, he was crankey from his three hundred year nap. And there was so many things he needed to learn. What was news with the gate? Where was the Vampire clan now? That was one of his first orders of buisness, he wanted to crush the Vampires who had turned him down. Surley they saw how strong he was alone, if they had accepted his invention they would be the strongest in the world. But they had been foolish, and now they would pay the price. This Boogey Man of the night, would kill them. He would Slaughter them.

His mind slipped away from his thoughts of revenge at his own people, and back to the girl infront of him. She had guts to stare at him in the eyes, while smiling, though she seemed to know the legened. If she believed that he was who he said he was, and still looked at him like that, she had earned a good bit of his respect. He stood still, waiting for her reply.

[Twilight]

Rais held her cloak tightly, right below the broach. She tried to suppress shivers that made it seem like it was freezing outside. It wasn’t cold, but something about then man made her want to feel smaller, to sink away into her cloak and hide. She had seen a rodent do the exact same thing before, right before it was eaten by a snake. Needless to say, the smile was no longer at her lips. Brushing some hair out of her eyes, she forced herself to respond to Allen’s comments.

“Scourge then,” she said, keeping her voice steady. It was more difficult than she thought. “My name is Rais Ethaun. I do believe you’ll be able to help me, and it shouldn’t prove too inconvenient for you.” This was risky, probably one of the most dangerous things she had ever done. But it was necessary. Necessity outweighed risk. Making sure the shopkeeper couldn’t hear the two, she elaborated.

“I understand that you’ve been most likely been out of the loop, so to speak, for quite a long time. Three hundred years, was it? Well, I have a proposition to make. I’ll tell you everything you need to know about Rodylia as it currently is. I’ll even help spread the rumors of your return if you desire. What I want in return is this—a traveling companion. Does it sound foolish? Yes.” Rais narrowed her eyes, her familiar confidence returning. “But I intend to gain information from some pretty nasty sources that I think even I couldn’t survive on my own.” She smiled again, but this time it wasn’t cordial. “And I don’t like the idea of you cutting any part of me, Mr. Scourge.” The last syllable was filled with mockery. “What do you say?”

[Allen "Boogey Man" Quill]

She corrected herself, tightening the coat around her, the smile gone. He felt a small glimmer of satisfaction. She spoke once again, this time with some idea to offer to him. If he was thirsty he'd have slit her throat right then and there and drank her dry, then left her there for even thinking about trying to bargin something with him. But now wasn't the time, she was just a girl afterall, he wasn't completely heartless.

"Speak quickly, I grow tired of you."

She continued to speak, as she spoke his crimson eyes narrowed, shining brightly in the night. He gave her what could perhaps be the darkest stare he's ever given anyone. He could make a stone shiver with his stares. As she finished speaking he curled a lip as he spoke.

"Let me see if I understand this. You expect me to walk around and babysit you for as long as you care to take with the only thing in return to me is information about something I could look up in any archive? Do you know who I am? Do you know the things I have done to people?"

He asked, his voice rising rapidly, his crimson eyes glowing brighter than ever now. He stared at her a moment, then his expression softened. He sighed deeply. The things he needed to know couldn't just be found in some archive. He took a few steps foward, lifting a hand and patting her shoulder as he walked past her.

"Come."

He said, he wanted to get out of earshot of the tailor to be sure he could speak without anyone thinking he was soft now. Once he was out earshot of the store he looked at the girl, Rais. His expression was mournfull as he spoke, his eyes searched through the dark streets and the stary sky.

"Things have changed. Three hundred years ago my red coat sent shivers down people's spines. My blades where whispers legends. To some people, merley uttering my name was concidered a death sentance. Now I am merley a story tale for children."

He said, sighing sadly once again. He now turned and looked at her.

"I know nothing. I speak as if I still am in control. Hah. Last time I was here I was shot with three arows and three spears, that was after I blew up half the palace. But you are right. I need help. Where are the vampires? Where are the armies that should be chasing me? What of the gate? The orders? None of the things I need to know can be found in an arcive."

He paused, seemingly in thought, his brow furrowing, he spoke again.

"I agree to your terms, your bargin is a fare one. I will travel with you, and protect you."

Now he paused a final time, his brow unfurrowing, his crimson eyes shining brighter than before, he bared his fangs at her, there almost seemed to be an aura around him, he drew his sword, it had a strange blue sheen in the moonlight.

"But make no mistake. If your information proves false. Or if you betray me, or if your ambitions get in the way of mine at all. I will stab this blade, through your body ten times, then drink you of all your blood. I will then cut off your teeth, and throw your body to any creature I can find, dammned enough to actualy eat your carcass after the things I would do to it."

He said, his blade still unsheathed. He put away the blade, speaking.

"I have a final question, what makes you sure that the information you have will be sufficent? Are you part of an organization that has information I can use?"

[Twilight]

Her mouth was dry as she finished speaking. Rais knew that this was what she should do, that she couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. This man had seen more, done more, and learned more than she could fathom. He was a walking legend, a man more than ten times her age These facts, and the little detail that it seemed she had made him upset, made her want to run out of the shop and never look back.

After a few more moments of speech, and an earsplitting period of silence, Allen, the scourge of Rodylia, gently led her out of the store. This act of near-submission was perhaps the most frightening thing he had done thus far. The tale he told her made her almost apathetic toward him. She didn’t know what it felt like to have everything and then have it torn away in some sudden and cruel twist of fate, but she could imagine it, and it was horrible. The feeling of being hopelessly lost in an unfamiliar world, without knowing anything, without having any contacts, was something Rais never wanted to experience.

A small pause in his speech, then a simple sentence, and Rais’s breath caught in her throat. She could scarcely believe he had accepted, and after those words, everything else he said seemed to pass over her without even going into her conscious mind. The last thing he added did spark her interest. She smirked, pleased with herself and her quick thinking. For not making a plan, this situation was turning out beautifully.

“You don’t need to worry about my interfering,” she said, her expression returning to neutral. “I would more likely help you than hinder you if you need me. I want this… relationship to be symbiotic. Allies—yes, I’m calling us that—need to be able to work together or there may be deaths. Also, if you decide to turn against me, don’t think I’ll be so easy to kill.” She left it at that. And there so called relationship was going to help Rais more than Allen would probably realize. Being able to watch a master at his craft would be all too beneficial to her.

“As for the organizations, I have ties to the largest ones in Rodylia. If you had to say I was a part of anything of them, it would be the Magus, which I believe existed in your time. My information is quite reliable, and what I do have is trustworthy. There are two organizations that are rather hard to break though.” She flicked her bangs back. “By the way, Scourge, have you heard that the Fellowship has been reestablished and that the Dark World is trying to invade Rodylia?” That should give him some food for thought.

[Allen "Boogey Man" Quill]

Allen watched her carefully as she spoke, he narrowed his eyes. She was obviously bright, perhaps more than she let on, and she now called them Allies. He supposed he could live with that, she seemed to need him to be around, if she needed protection he couldn't think of anyone better than he, but if her ambitions lead her to something of great power that she could harness, he might be in trouble, so he decided he would keep a rather sharp eye on her. Then again, he knew he was being a bit suspicious, but now she said she was in Magus, that was good and bad. It was good in the sense that Magus went way back with history, this also told him that she was a mage, both of which meant she knew more than most, she couldn't be too old, so to be accepted into Magus she must have some rather outstanding trait. It was bad in the sense that mages where a tricky bunch, he'd have to keep a very close eye on her.

As she continued she began to spark his interest, this was news to him. The fellowship was back? And the Dark World was trying to invade? He'd seen the Dark World, it wasn't pretty. A horde of darklings and goblins was just what he needed right now. He looked over at her and spoke.

"Are they? I'd like to see how this plays out. If we're going to be traveling together, you may find yourself in the middle of that, or at least standing next to me watching the war."

As he spoke he grinned, suddenly itching to fight in the large scale battles he used to be so accustomed to. His grin fadded suddenly, turning serious he spoke again.

"Rais, one last thing that you should know. I'm a vampire, I need to drink blood to survive. Every once in a while I'll need to consume enough blood to kill someone, I've grown accustomed to that, but as I travel, I will need human blood at least once every two days to keep myself strong. If we're to be traveling together, I'll need your blood, not enough to leave you half dead all the time, just enough so that I dont grow weak."

He said, he half expected her to turn away and run like hell, he wouldn't blame her, but that was that, it was what he was, he needed blood, and she had it. Most vampires needed blood at least once every week, he needed it at least once every two days, his power made it that way, he needed to consume a bit more than a normal vampire.

[Twilight]

His eyes narrowed as Rais finished speaking. He was evaluating her, she could tell, seeing if she was a potentially dangerous enemy. Well, if Allen knew that she was in Magus, he probably would have come to the conclusion that she was a mage. Exactly how good a mage was something she would reveal with time.

She found his comment after that to be intriguing. So he did intend to get involved with the inevitable war. She wondered what side he would fight for. It, of course, didn’t matter in the least to her. Rais couldn’t care less who won the war as long as they didn’t kill her or hinder her research. But the way things were going thus far led her to believe that any side’s victory would be to the disadvantage of her. It was quite an annoying predicament.

Then as the light of battle faded from his eyes, he said something else.

Rais crossed her arms and closed her eyes, thinking, her expression remaining neutral, if a bit intrigued. Of course the man was a vampire. What other sort of creature could control blood like he did, at least according to the legends? The fact that he was a pureblood was what troubled her. She had heard that half-bloods and those more distantly related didn’t need to drink nearly as much blood as their cousins. Even the amount Allen said he needed to drink seemed a bit larger than usual.

Well, what should she do? She couldn’t simply leave after she had gained such a powerful tool. No, this was worth the sacrifice. Worth it and then some. “Very well,” she said, opening her eyes again. “Fair enough. I was expecting you to carry some sort of flask with you, but it makes more sense that you would need quite a bit of blood, and fresh at that. And I’ll be holding you at your word that you won’t try to drink me dry.” She cleared her throat. The air in this part of town was more smoky than normal, or maybe that was just because she happened to be not that far from the tanners. “By the way, which side of this little war of ours do you intend to fight with, if any? And one last thing. If you can call me by my name, I should be able to call you by yours, Allen.”

[Allen "Boogey Man" Quill]

He awaited her reply, when she spoke he nodded his head. Allen knew that he had to lay off the amount of blood he drank from her, she was a mage, so he'd gain a little of her power when he drank from her, of course it'd leave him rather quickly as long as he didn't drink too much.

"I do carry flasks, but I use them for special bloods. There is quite a bit of my powers that you aren't seeing."

He said, smiling slightly. When she spoke again the smile dropped, he gave her an irritated look as he replied.

"I call you by your name because I know of no other name to call you by."

Allen spoke slightly irritated but he didn't say he didn't want her calling him by his real name, if they where going to be traveling together it would be odd to be called Scourge or Boogey Man all the time. He replied to her question about his sides.

"I doubt that I will actualy take a side unless one of the sides offers me something that might help me. I plan on being the best in the both worlds. What about you? What are your ambitions?"

He asked, his crimson eyes passing over the empty streets again, he didn't feel right being in Arvilla, he wanted to be out in the open spaces, he missed the smell of a field of grass at night. He didn't live to completley distroy everything, he just wanted to be great, but he still had a liking for nature.

"By the way, where exactly are we going, we need to decide on a place. Wherever we go, I need to stop at my cashe."

Throughout all the places he had lived in and moved through, he left many secret cashes, filled with the money he had horded in those towns. He had two in Arvilla. The tailor's shop used to be an Inn, beneath one of the floorboards in the corner of the room is a fake bottom that can be kicked in, inside were three medium pouches filled with money, they would come in handy.

[Twilight]

Rais frowned at his comment about her name suggestion. She didn’t phrase it exactly the way she had wanted, but Allen seemed so rude about it. Of course, she was no one to be calling people rude. “Well, Allen is a fairly common name nowadays. If you wish to stay under wraps for now, that would be safer than calling you Boogey Man or one of your other nicknames.” She shrugged. “If you’re that uncomfortable, we could always think of another alias.”

She paused, considering if Allen’s terms could prove deadly to her later on, but she pushed those thoughts way for now. “My ambitions.” She laughed. “It’s been a while since someone has asked me that. I suppose mine are similar to your own. According to my philosophy, life’s only purpose is to be remembered. That is the way to achieve immortality, though fame, glory, even fear. And to do that, one must do something worth remembering.” She looked up at the moon, remembering the night she had first made the pledge to herself just a few years ago. “I also intend to be the best. I want to learn as much as possible, and with that knowledge become the most renowned mage in the world, maybe both worlds. And that end is why I don’t mind working with the less-desirables such as yourself, and by that I mean no offence.” Rais smiled; this time it held no malice.

She pulled a small book out of her cloak pocket, a condensed atlas of Rodylia. It had been bought with perhaps more trouble than it was worth, but the book had come in handy. “We should head to Druth first, the outskirts more likely.” She opened to a page showing the West and pointed south of the lake. “From what I’ve heard, The Darth’iar have some sort of stronghold around those parts and maybe way to open a Rift. I don’t intend to go to the Dark World, at least not yet, but having the sort of knowledge of how they control it would be helpful. Plus wherever they are, knowledge is sure to come with it.” She looked up, keeping the book open. “So where is your cache?”


(I’m really sorry about this taking so long, Shame)

[Allen "Boogey Man" Quill]

Allen listened to her as she spoke, he gave her a shrug.

"I dont particularly mind what you call me, if we will be traveling together, Allen will be fine. Though I wouldn't perfer having people other than yourself call me by my name. It used to be you could be killed for saying my name, though sadly people stopped that a while back apparently."

As she spoke he began to smile, at first it was a lingering curve at the lips, then it was a small, flickering, smile, then it was a clear smile, then it was a toothy grin, showing his fangs. She was becoming a very high place in his book.

"I think you are absolutley correct. I commend you, Rais, your philosophy is a good one, I share it's principal. Continue holding that philosophy and we shall get along terribley well."

She then drew a book and looked through it, after she spoke he gave her a nod, thinking. He gave her gave her a thoughtful look as he spoke.

"Druth, eh? It figures the Darth'iar would pop up there, it's very hard to find people with all the mages around, they make things... interesting."

He said, trying not to offend Rais, it would be valuble to have a mage around, especialy one who had principals as she did. He scratched his neck and spoke again.

"We could try to take to Druth on foot, from here, or we could take to Camar, and take the boat around to the bay, then take a walk to Druth. However we go it will be hard. If we go by sea we run the risk of being caught at an inspection of passangers, though I have often thought fondly of the sea, also we'd have to take the Holab road.

He said, pausing to see if she had a response, he was very fond of the sea, since it had saved him from that dragon back in Suel, he had thought of it as a guardian. Though he wasn't fond of the Holab road, bandits loved that place, they shot out from bushes at him often with darts and arrows and such.

"If we take to foot we stray clost to the Vanar woods, I'd feel better there, nice and shady, so I dont have to deal with the sun as much, also I know many routes around there to navigate through the woods, though I'm not still if I'm still on a top priority of defence list over there, I made a bit of a mess there a while back, then again, I am supposed to be dead. Whatever you like though."

He said, the Vanar Woods where nice and shady, he sheilded himself from the sun there, he didn't have to worry about being weakned by it, but the woods held many things inside of it's depths that he was unsure of.

"My cashe in under the floorboards of a corner of the tailor's shop that I was in previously. It shouldn't be too hard to find."