Daubeny Family/Elizabeth/Burning Mordok

Roleplay from Yxevarii Auru'in

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Deep in the Jedinchel mountains of Pomatim - where once the Overlord was defeated - now lies a ruined temple. Those who worship the callous death-god Mordok flee for their lives as their cult is burned from within. Screaming, Yxevarii pulls her blade from yet another Mordokian fool, the essence gushing from blasphemous throat. Another fool who thought to challenge a grizzled old royal priestess. "For those you burned alive, you too shall burn! For those you murdered, you shall suffer thrice! For all that which you have defiled, so too shall the seat of your cult lie sundered! DEATH TO THE DEVOURER OF SOULS!" Avenging flames scourge the very foundations of Geg's personal temple; from which he likely planned his countless magickal attacks against Ossmat in trying months-past. "Flee, blasphemers, and bring word to your murderous Elder! His crimes against Mankind shall not go unheeded! The stain you have wrought upon once-great Thalmarkin shall be cleansed!" Without pause, the retired Inquisitor backhand swings Porcupine into a towering effigy; shattering it with explosive power - electricity arcing between fragments that shotgun through cultist and structure alike. As the arc splits in every direction, tapestries and bits of wood spark alight clear across the hall. Her rage all but spent, Yxevarii intones, "You wrought your own doom... DEVOUR THIS, YOU UNHOLY MOTHERF-"

Yxevarii Auru'in

Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

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A Dance of Fire and Death: Vahanian had been hunting his quarry for the better part of a week, he'd barely spoken since his departure from Ossmat. His hazel eyes burned with the grim resolve of a man prepared to die. He'd seen Yxivearii enter the Mordok temple not long ago, he scouted the perimeter with his men before kicking in a back-entrance; torch in one hand, blade in the other. He strode through the halls of the unholy sanctuary, disgusted by its adornment and existence. Of those who remained within the Temple, Vahanian slaughtered all he encountered. He was like a scythe of the harvest as he cut his way through the temple, those who fell before him were merely stalks of grain buffeted by the winds of his fury. He dodged left, parried, and riposted as he stabbed his blade into the sternum of a Mordokian priest and drove him backwards, the man’s shoes scuffling against the stone while his whimpers and gasps echoed across the stone walls. Vahanian drove the man backwards, eventually, slamming him into a wall at the end of a corridor, withdrawing his blade, causing the dying man to gasp one final, pitiful, wheeze as he slumped to the ground. He looked to his left, blood spattered his face and torso, none of it was his own. His hazel eyes flickered with fury and bloodlust, and there in the main chamber, stood Yxivarii and Kethan. Vahanian was a fearsome sight to behold. He wore his armor of old, from his time fighting during the Daimon invasion. A mixture of boiled leather and woven mail. Light enough for him to move, but strong enough to blunt the strikes of most blades. During his rampage across Daimon infested Beluterra he had adorned his armor with trophies of his kills and victories. Some of that was fur woven into the pauldrons, some of that was skulls of creatures he’d slain adorning his shoulder and chest harness. He’d sharpened steel spikes and fastened them to his gauntlets and bracers. His hood was drawn. The old inquisitor stepped forward, coming between Vahanian and his prey, he said in a low, level tone. "Vahanian, don't do this." Vahanian said nothing, he just stared straight ahead at his quarry. He made to move past Kethan, Kethan placed a hand on Vahanian's shoulder saying "Please, my friend. She wouldn't want this." Vahanian turned his gaze on Kethan, a gaze that had wilted lesser men, a gaze filled with sorrow, fury, regret, pain, anger, and weariness. "Step aside." Vahanian said. His voice as cold as ice, as rough as gravel. Kethan stared into the eyes of his friend for a long time before he realized. He wasn't looking at Vahanian the duke, or Vahanian the general, or Vahanian the Templar. He was looking at the eerily battle calm Vahanian; a man that he'd seen all those years ago, just after Stheno's... disappearance. The fury, pain, anger, and resolve in Vahanian's eyes sent a shiver down Kethan's spine as he recalled a sparring match that ended as painfully as it had abruptly for him. Kethan took a deep sigh as he stepped aside, knowing there was nothing that could stop Vahanian now. Vahanian stepped forward and tossed his torch to the side, it bounced off the stone wall and fell onto some discarded drapery, the sparks caught and spread. Rapidly the flames swirled around the room and licked at the air around him and warmed his face. He took a deep breath in through his nose and slowly exhaled. He looked up at the sky through the broken windows and patchy roof, his hood fell back revealing his face as he whispered under his breath "Should you see fit, Dóse mou eiríni sto thánato.". He slammed his blade in between the stones on the floor, embedding it into the growing ash, dirt, and dust. He knelt and scooped a handful of ash, dirt, and dust into the palm of his hand. He breathed in the scent of the filth before letting it fall between his hands. He stood and clapped once to remove the excess and pulled his blade from the ground. The gaze that fell on Yxivarii was that of a man who'd become an artist in his craft. Vahanian's art was death, and he was about to paint his masterpiece.

Vahanian Blint

Roleplay from Yxevarii Auru'in

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A Dance of Fire and Death: The Die is Cast "Is that it then, Brother?! Am I but a tool of your deathwish? A stone to whet your suicidal blade upon?" Porcupine spirals with a flick of the wrist, while her mother's dagger twitches off-hand. "Pride blinds you; rage engulfs you - your blade speaks where sense is denied." Eyes fall upon Kethan, who pulls away from Vahanian. "Is he truly a lost cause?" As Vahanian kneels in prayer, Yxevarii sighs - bowing deep to her countrymen. She screams, "Is this to be Her legacy?"

Yxevarii Auru'in