Turwaithiel had not spoken an word since this had all began and she watched them, not trusting the dead leader that stood before them.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

The Mage walked immediatly towards the door.

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Cadenius gave the cleric, Cyrus, a cold stare before moving on. Undead sickened him especially after his fatal bite from the vampire. He could feel the wingbones protuding out some more until then he was forced on his knees in agony. He stripped off all of his clothing from the waist up and writhed in pain as the wingbones erected out from his back. Soon his wingbones were fully developed even with the fingers. It has yet to be covered with the membrane though. Cadenius was awed at his transformation and even more when the wingbones folded perfectly over his back. He put his clothing back on and resumed his walk.

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I was cured all right.

The mage sniggered "Vampyres" as he moved on.

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Raelin shot Cadenius a short smile..
He remembered how it felt to get his wings.
Raelin was not impressed with Cyrus however. the vampire was not at all happy about the situation they were in. He was actually feeling quite grumpy inside. He was starving, he hadn't fed since their encounter with the shadow imps, and they tasted terrible... He would just have to fight off the hunger.. but if worst came to worst he would have to feed on something, or rather someone...

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He walked down the corridor, full of Confidence. He was nearing an entrance to a great hall, the Magic was as strong as ever now, if he was a weaker soul, it would have choked him it was so powerful, but he, no... he was FEEDING off of it! And he loved it!

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Turwaithiel, as she walked on, glared at Cyrus, not trusting him at all since she meet him and didn't take her eyes off him until she was inside the corridor.

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the Mage came out in a wide hall, and inside were scattered bodies, lots of bodies. Some were old and rotted like skeletons, and some were a bit more....... "fleshy", but still as imposing.

"I'd keep back if I were you, lady." the mage said softly to Turwathiel. "I fear that you do not have the strength to fight these things." And at his words, almost as an answer, the things rose. Hundreds of them, slowly rising, picking up weapons.
At the back of the hall was a lone figure in Dark robes, his hood was up and his hands were in his robes. the feeling the Party got from this figure was overwhelming. Behind the figure was an Alter of some sorts, or as far as they could tell.

The Mage spread his arms and laughed a shrill laugh. "I am strong enough to pass" he said to himself "But the others may not be so lucky." He added with a sly smile. He then spotted Turwathiel, her eyes darting from figure to figure, and his smile faded quickly. 'If only she knew!' he thought 'If only she knew what I felt! Shut up, weak fool!' he thought to himself 'You will need the strength and mental determination to protect her!'

He turned back to the figures, readying a spell.

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(bump.........)

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Raelin frowned at the mage. then spoke to him
"If i was you i would not label who is weak or who is strong. But right now, i think your even weaker than the girl here." he said nodding to Turwaithiel "How are you supposed to 'protect' her if your weaker than her.. eh? Tell me that high and mighty mage, and tell me now why i shouldn't dig my teeth right in your neck." he said while showing off his spiked teeth. "For it is awfully tempting."
Then he gave the mage a huge toothy grin.

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('If only she knew!' he THOUGHT 'If only she knew what I felt! Shut up, weak fool!' he THOUGHT to himself 'You will need the strength and mental determination to protect her!'..... I was THINKING that, not saying it...)



"And how do you come to that conclusion, Vampyre?" the mage spat. "I am in my Element, for here I am strong!" he said with such conviction.
"And as for you sinking those shiny teeth into my neck" he chuckled, "you could try, but I do not think you would like my blood!" he laughed.

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[careful about making your character too powerful. hundreds of undead? hey the rest of us want to get involved too ]

Knyn's steel gray eyes glinted, his expression not registering a word of what the Mage had said. He shifted into defensive stance, Mortality before him. He could feel the deathly cold running down its ebony blade.

The undead legion surrounded them. On the cavern walls were stationed archers, bows nocked in their fleshless hands.

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(I thought about that, but he is strongest here, but very weak elsewhere.. sorry if im power moding guys, lol)


"We need to get there." he pointed towards at the figure at the far side.
"I can walk through them, I think, but you... I know not, I- I could go to him... but if he is stronger, then....." he sighed.

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(lol)

Turwaithiel glared at the Mage. "I will fight whereever I choose...and you may be strong, but Raelin has more heart and strength than you will ever know, mage." She said, uncomfortable with the mage right now. She smield at Raelin and said, "Thank you, my friend."

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

(haha sorry, i misunderstood.. *_*)

Raelin stared at the maged blankly. CLEARLY this man did not fully grasp the power and fear of the vampire clan.
Raelin laughed a little bit at what Turwaithiel said.
"heart and strength.. eh? I guess i could get used to that... maybe minus the heart part...." he mumbled to himself and then made ready his two spiked swords.

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"I- I am sorry, my friends, you have each shown your honour and strength before tenfold. I ... apologize" the mage said to them all.
"Please tell me if I get like this again. I try to say things, and it comes out... corrupt. I apologize." he said to them.

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