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Btw, Slade doesn't need to be told what's going on because he is able to read everyone's minds, picking up what he needs to know. Sneaky bastard. Kain just isn't very skilled in that area.
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"We need to leave as soon as possible," Slade voices his opinion suddenly, the group parting like waves and each turning their attention to focus on the blonde vampire. His eyes betray how naive he thought George to be for even suggesting staying the night. "Mortis's forces don't wait to slaughter innocents or sit 'round when there's things to be done," he continues. "Neither should we."

Kain shakes his head, the redhead's temper spiking unexpectedly. "Whoa, what tha f**k's goin' on 'ere? When tha f**k did we decide we're goin' to Ordo?!"

Though George's situation had been explained to Kain -even if it was lacking in detail -the hotheaded vampire had yet to hear of what had transpired within the depths of the Temple and the new task which had been laid before them. Riordan places a claiming hand on his brother's shoulder.

"I shall explain it later, Kain," the noble answers smoothly, the man's gaze sliding away from Slade to cut to the side and land on George.

"I agree with Slade, Master Jedi," he addresses George. "The longer we wait, the more is at risk for us to lose."

...Naitsu Inner Sanctum, Throne Room; unknown location...

Blood and death. The smell was sharp and fresh but something the residents of Naitsu had long ago grown accustomed to. However, it was not everyday that the blood of one of the brethren was spilt, spewed across the floor in a long, dark arc. A merciless blade had taken the body now slumped on the floor in a bloody mess by surprise, almost cutting the intended vampire into two separate pieces entirely.

A dark gleam emerges in golden brown eyes that do not move from the lightly, tanned figure which towers above its conquest, eyes of matching color glaring down with distain on the corpse at its feet, black robe adorned with a few drops of prized crimson.

"Nanashi," Mortis's eerily calm and polite voice utters deeply, carrying throughout the room. "Quite the entrance," he adds, an amused tone clinging to his words.

The age-old vampire does not outwardly react to his Master's words but they still have their effect. What in reality had only been about a year suddenly seemed like an eternity since Nanashi had heard the only voice that could send shivers down his spine; dared to whisper the name of his King. And even standing before him now Nanashi could not meet those eyes...

"One act of vengeance deserves another, wouldn't you say, my King?" Nanashi wonders, his voice rich and smooth, a touch of danger hiding in his tone. His eyes daringly rise enough to find the smile curling those lips.

Mortis's eyes glitter, pleased. "Indeed," he mutters, his gaze shifting slightly to the three scars on the left side of Nanashi's face, resting just below the vampire's left eye. Despite Mortis's attempts the scars remained and Nanashi still suffered a small amount of pain when he opened his eye. Mortis's powers were not meant for healing after all. Still, the look suited the brown haired vampire quite well. He had been lucky to survive with just those scars.

It was Mortis's policy that only the strongest deserved to survive. Saro was an incompetent, power-hungry fool; nothing but a waste of space Mortis only kept alive because his brute strength had been an asset at one time. However, when Saro had ambushed Nanashi, killing the vampire -or so he believed - for a crime not inflicted against his own flesh and stealing his title, Mortis almost incinerated the blonde haired devil on the spot.

Nanashi managed to survive the incident though not without some effort on Mortis's part and Saro -believing he had killed Nanashi and rightfully taken the title of Second -allowed to live only to reap what he sowed. Mortis's eyes shimmer with dark delight as they find the blonde haired corpse on the floor. And reaped he had. Later than he sowed and far more than he sowed.

...Naitsu Inner Sanctum, Gathering Chamber; unknown location...

Six. The last of their kind; the last of the true purebreds. This was all that remained of his once grand armies, six generals with which to conquer what he could not with thousands. The flash of teeth in a sadistic grin and a maniacal chuckle pull Mortis from his thoughts.

"So Saro finally got what was coming to him, eh?" a violent and disturbing voice asks, followed by a scoff. "Pathetic bastard," the voice adds sharply with a cocky tone as chilling blue eyes -partially obscured by dark red bangs -find Nanashi's amber ones.

Nanashi does not care to respond to the goad hidden in those words. Daisuke had always been an impulsive and violent creature longing for nothing more than a fight. Nanashi would not stoop to his level.

Another voice jumps in, this one cool and observant. "An eye for an eye leaves the world blind, Nanashi... there are those of us who know that better than others. Perhaps you should learn from Razvan."

Razvan steps forward, away from Mortis's side and towards the vampire next to Daisuke. "You should learn to watch your words, Sabien, lest you lose your life because of them," the First growls, his threat transmitted thusly.

Sabien smiles faintly, the action echoing his twin brother's cockiness. His greenish-yellow eyes cast the First a quick glance. "You're welcome to try, Razvan..."

Razvan's blackened eyes narrow and the smoke emanating from them thickens. The two vampires at the very end of the table remain silent, not wishing to involve themselves in the affairs of the first four vampires it would appear. In truth, Dante was naturally quiet, speaking only when spoken to and even then not responding unless he had something of value to say. Dmitri, on the other hand, was merely lazy and unenthusiastic. Words seemed to involve far too much effort for him.

"That is enough," Mortis's voice resonates, immediately bestowing silence upon the vampires gathered before him. "I did not bring you here to quarrel over trivial, irrelevant matters like children," he scolds. "It seems the Elders have struck one final blow upon my empire... a group of fullbring have managed to discover one of the keys of Drihten."

The other vampires seem surprised by this as much as Mortis. "A key? So what? Want us to kill 'em and take it back? It would be a helluva lot easier to search for the others if we had a map to start with..." Daisuke quickly assumes.

Mortis closes his eyes briefly and shakes his head. "Not at all," he answers, opening his eyes. "If anything the fullbring are an indirect asset in our quest for all the valsai'ium keys. Continue searching for the other keys but leave them to their mortal follies... for now."

Razvan's head turns towards Mortis slightly and his voice lowers to a whisper. "Are you sure, my Master? Would it not be best to deal with them now?" he wonders. He did not like questioning Mortis but the fullbring seemed to be getting out of hand.

"Don't worry," Mortis answers as if sensing Razvan's thoughts, his eyes cut to the side, burning golden fires starring up into Razvan's lifeless flames. "In the end, Razvan, all shall serve me..."

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Hope all that made some sense at least.

Oh my goodness! Saro's been killed (cheer ^_^) but another, far more terrifying and powerful Force vampire apparently returns to take his place as Mortis's Second! o_O On top of that four more new Force vampires have been revealed! I wonder what effect this will have on the future...

Nanashi (literally "no name"): The Second; aspect of death- Betrayal
Daisuke (Sabien's twin brother): No rank; aspect of death- Oblivion
Sabien (Daisuke's twin brother): No rank; aspect of death- Mortality
Dmitri: No rank; aspect of death- Sacrilege
Dante: No rank; aspect of death- Sacrifice

[In case I lost you, Daisuke is the brother with red hair and blue eyes; Sabien has blue hair and green/yellow eyes ]

Quote: "And reaped he had. Later than he sowed and far more than he sowed." - a reference to Biblical ideology

Sabien quote: "An eye for an eye leaves the world blind, Nanashi... there are those of us who know that better than others. Perhaps you should learn from Razvan." - Well it seems there's a reason Razvan is blind and it doesn't really have to do with an injury but rather revenge itself... interesting...

Mortis quote: "In the end, Razvan, all shall serve me..." - Hmmm... I wonder where that's leading... 

Feel free to have our little group all travel back to the ship and get on, heading towards Ordo (even Slade... though he doesn't particularly like flying he's going to go). The Guardian will just return to the Temple and the entrance will vanish so nothing special there. Feel free to also begin a private discussion with any of my characters once aboard the ship regarding the past or anything else.

OMG! That was fantastic! You don't need to change a thing! Amazing! ^_^ And I think I understood everything. If it happens I post something that doesn't match your story or whatever as we continue please feel free to call me on it. I don't mind and would much appreciate it.
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Riordan's eyes narrow and the noble averts his gaze, ashamed. He had assumed that the man in his vision was a mere apparition, a mental fragment of the real being. Even had he thought it was the real man he would not have expected the Jedi to remember such an encounter within the depths of Riordan's despair.

The noble's muscles tense suddenly as a feeling of vulnerability sweeps over him and he holds back the growl rising in his throat. Already the Jedi had managed a way past his carefully constructed walls and discovered more than Riordan wished anyone to know. It was the feeling of helplessness, of his own inability to prevent what was happening, which reminded the man so easily of his past. And he resented that...

"You would be correct, Master Jedi," the noble speaks softly, cooly, a faint, dark bite to his tone. "But I would prefer you not prod into such matters for now. We may speak of it later... if you so desire it..." he adds weakly, obviously uncomfortable. It seems there is even more to the noble and his brother than George had already witnessed...

Kain moves to Riordan's side, noticing how the noble wished to avoid whatever it was the Jedi spoke of. The redhead's eyes gleam with defiance as he looks down on George, attempting to draw attention away from his uneasy brother. "I suppose... I should thank ya, Jedi," he growls, the words strained as if speaking them took a great deal of effort or caused Kain some pain. "For keepin' an eye on Riordan. Not that 'e can't handle 'imself," he quickly clarifies.

Slade remains excluded from the group surrounding George. It was not that he had a hard time controlling his hunger around the humans as they might more than likely believe but that the older vampire could care less for the Jedi all but Kain seemed so engrossed with.  In fact, Slade seemed to harbor a deep-seated hatred of the Jedi for some reason though he couldn't quite place his finger as to why. Not that he cared. If he hated someone, he hated them. Simple.

But there was more to it than that suddenly. Though the Jedi had only been back for a few minutes, the vampire's blood had run cold with the man's first gasp. There was something... different about him and it seemed Slade was the only one able to sense its roots. The blonde's blue eyes narrow coldly.

If you play with fire, Jedi...

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Really big, important Force vampire add-in for the next post. Was writing it for this one but I want pictures. ^_^ I think you'll be surprised as to what happens... at least a little bit.

OMG Slade knows what George did last summer... err... in the stone... in his memories... in someplace... whatever... Just kidding. Slade does know a good bit though (he's just a very complex character who's yet to be really fleshed out yet... which I'm working on). He has his suspicions as to why George is "different" hence the last line of the post. But he doesn't know everything... or maybe he does... *spooky noises*

I'm looking forward to it. Well I ended up getting completely side tracked. But I'll post tomorrow or the day after that. Hope my ritual works out right so it doesn't mess with anything you have planned.
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True. You get paid for being busy... or at least you will one day.

Not as good as it could be but it has been a long day so... I'll get back to better writing tomorrow.
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Kain smiles charmingly, surprising Leina to some degree as he turns his head, offering his cheek. “Go ‘head, Princess. We all know ya want ta hit me,” he purrs, his eyes flashing with a predatory gleam.

A chill runs down Leina’s spine as she catches the dark ripples in those piercing green pools and the hungry lurking deeper, among the shadows just out of view; much like Shirokami’s. Even now those cold blue eyes which belonged to the infamous blonde vampire inadvertently found Leina and Mat on occasion as if he were a starving animal and a forbidden meal had just been set before him on a silver platter. It was only a matter of time until temptation got the better of him...

Her eyes narrow as her attention returns to Kain. As for him...

Riordan snaps Shouten Yaiba towards the ground suddenly as if to break the tension with a distraction, the blade shattering to return to its neutral state as the simple grip of a katana. He then slips this into the fold of his robes, allowing his arm to rest there. “‘Tis not the time nor the place, Kain,” Riordan responds. “There are more important issues at hand I do believe....”

The noble’s eyes cut to the side as Rhiannon approaches the group, towering above them. Riordan nods curtly and, removing his arm from his robes, holds out an open hand towards Mat though he addresses the Gate Keeper. “So you know of some ritual which may help us?” he wonders, Mat carefully handing him the stone.

Rhiannon’s nods simply as Riordan switches the stone from one hand to the other to pass it to her. She reaches out with both hands to take it from him, cradling it as if it were beyond priceless. “Yes. The stone is very familiar to me and the ritual as old as time itself,” she replies, her delicate, blood stained fingers running over the smooth surface of the rock.

“Slade,” she almost whispers, her smoking blue eyes coldly jumping to the man. “You are a cunning hunter yes? You must be...” she pauses, the meaning she implies earning a smile from the older vampire.

Slade stands to his feet. “Yeah,” he answers, stretching, completely uninterested in whatever task she had for him. “Humans certainly make me work for it.”

She seems to ignore this as if the very thought brought about some terrible memory. “I require your assistance,” she continues. “The ritual demands the heart and blood of an mardok but I do not have the patience nor the time for such a hunt and I must prepare the rest of the ritual. Would you kindly?”

Slade sighs, stretching one more time, a few of his bones popping in the progress. “Might as well,” he replies. “Nothin’ interestin’ to do ‘round here anyway.”

And with that the blonde vampire disappears. Rhiannon glances back at the others. “You may remain here. I must go and prepare for the ritual,” she adds as she herself leaves.
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Okay so I decided you could have a little play in there (plus I need a bit to think up a really awesome ritual ). Rhiannon's going to prepare for the ritual while Slade is off hunting a mardok (which will be explained later ). You can have Leina and Kain start arguing about something or whatever comes to mind. Next post I'll do the ritual. ^_^ Gonna be good to have George back.

For one of my story ideas I had Alek and Kavar fall in love with Revan (female; before the Mandalorian Wars) but the Exile was in love with Kavar and while the Exile (female) was in love with Kavar another Jedi was in love with the Exile.

When Revan turns bad she and Malak get together (of course) and end up having a son which somehow Kreia gets and raises to be completely evil. Kavar gets over Revan and falls for the Exile (during the storyline of KotOR II) while the Jedi in love with the Exile dies (Mandalorian Wars timeline).

When Revan gets fixed she falls in love with Carth and they have a daughter. The daughter grows up to fall in love with an esteemed Republic officer but Revan and Malak's son falls in love with Revan and Carth's daughter (even though he knows it's his half-sister... kinda creepy but that's what the darkside will do to ya).

And that's all I got so far. lol

No worries dear.
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One of Slade's eyes opens lazily, slyly peeking out at the Temple's entrance as the two ancient doors break apart, blinding light spilling out. Kain immediately stands to his feet and Rhiannon turns her horse to face the gate as well. The redhead's heart stops in his chest, however, when only three silhouettes begin to emerge through the light, Kain frantically reaching out through the Force to touch his brother.

"Kain..." a smooth voice halts his search, the man breathing a sigh of relief. His brother's voice was slightly strained but Riordan was otherwise unharmed as far as he could tell; an accomplishment considering Kain's earlier fears.

Slade's eyes narrow in suspicion as the light from the entrance fades away, leaving behind only Riordan and two Jedi. Two... where were the others? And more importantly... where was that Jedi? A cold shiver runs down the old vampire's spine, forcing him from his reclining position with a growl which escapes the notice of the others. No... he couldn't have... the curse was so fresh...

A incredible spike in overbearing Force power draws the blonde vampire's attention back to Kain who was also noticing the absence of that one, particular Jedi. The man's hand clench into fists and he approaches his brother.

"Brother," the hotheaded vampire manages, adding a genuine smile, "glad ta see ya made it... I was worried..."

Riordan's eyes find Kain's, the green pools echoing with sorrow. Kain wasn't the man he was before and Riordan was no longer a boy. The pits had changed them both for better or worse. But they both understood that; understood the change, how they worked and the meaning of their words as well as their actions... at least to come extent. Coming from Kain... those few simple words meant almost everything in the world.

"As was I," the noble answers, managing to return the smile.

Kain looks around briefly, eager to change the subject from what they both knew rested on the others mind. The past was the past. It was long ago buried and as far as he was concerned... it needed to stay that way. Eventually his curiousity gets the best of him. "So where's tha Jedi? Turn'd on ya did 'e? Good for nothin' bastard. 'ave to put 'im down like a dog did ya?" his smile turns into a sadistic grin and his eyes gleam with something sinister.

...Naitsu Inner Sanctum, The First’s Personal Quarters; unknown location...

Days upon days on end. Nothing but greed and war, murder and violence; corruption. Filth. How anyone could care for such rotten, worthless waste was beyond him. But his Master did. At least he had too... to some extent. With his level of power it was possible to eradicate the entire universe and cleanse it within days... yet he refrained.

If it were Razvan's choice he would unleash hell itself and slaughter them all like animals! If they were even worth such on his part. Truth be told he viewed them as not even worth the simple effort it would take to insult them. He'd watched their kind for ages and there exist more heartless savage wolves amongst their own flocks than within the ranks of the Force vampires. Such hypocrites...

So what was the truth behind this epic struggle which had been waging for millenia? Was it truly good versus evil? Or evil against a far greater evil?

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"... more heartless savage wolves amongst their own flocks..." A reference to the "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing" fable.

Will add more Force vampire bits as we continue. Don't want to reveal too much before everything happens so I have to write carefully. Also Razvan's opinion on the universe and species and such is kinda significant during the whole storyline I guess but VERY IMPORTANT near the end. He views pretty much everything and everyone as trash... keep that in mind.

Be back to post tomorrow. Promise.
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