The Endless War. (Open)

[Mutant_Lorenor]

((Once the battle starts we're doing a Gisela style army versus army battle to make things interesting and hopefully score a bit higher))

Several of the soft skins looked over various machinery and strange looking devices. These of which mattered very little to the final purpose of the kidney like structures. These strange instruments looked like boxes of various configurations that somehow resembled pseudo pods of the much larger organic structure. With the two dragon kin in the company, experimentation took place months prior once word went down the chain of command.

There were a group of strange looking soft skins overlooking the complicated devices manipulating this lever and that gauge. Experimentation with captured dragons from the wild proved that the kidney like devices should work on the Skuugra. They only needed to calibrate the complex artifacts to the height and weight of the two rather large beasts. Surprisingly, the configurations only took a matter of weeks though it was a painstaking process. Typically the largest objects sent through the teleportation field were supply wagons and large crates.

None of these matched the general size of the Skuugra though. With the teleportation field configured, the Skuugra should have no problem going through it. Several of Lorenor's companions (Lorenor had approximately 100 Mercenaries under his command) went through the field. A surge of energy and power opened up the transportation gate, a blinding flash of light flared across the room and the soft skins in Lorenor's command were gone. The device was configured to transport people to another such device located somewhere on the field of combat.

The secondary device was located at least 50 yards from the primary line of skirmishing for the two rival armies. One representing The Endless and one representing the last best hope for all life on Althanas. Lorenor's men were well trained. They spent a lot of time in the training camps under Lorenor's own guidance. He taught them everything he knew from the Monks of Ai'bron's training. When fifty of Lorenor's soldiers stepped onto the transportation platforms, the light overtook them and they were gone in an instant. Only a few of Lorenor's soldiers remained as they awaited their leader. He waited for the Skuugra. He watched as the one called Whitecap examined the vampire hieroglyphs all over the fabric surface of the tent.

Somehow, the examination of the Skuugra filled the immortal with pride. He wished there was time to explain how certain things worked with their society. Though right now, there was no time. The vampires fought to maintain their way of life from being wiped out forever. Lorenor walked over to his friends, the Skuugra, after waving towards the rest of his men. They could go off ahead of him, Lorenor had one final matter to take care of.

"It's time to go. We have all of our equipment ready. The machines have been configured for you guys. Everything should be fine." Lorenor said to Whitecap and his companion. "Let's show The Endless something to fear." Lorenor said with a grim expression.

[Vornwin]

Dozens of marauders from the lands had gathered together under the Blood Wolf banner. Only the strongest, bravest, and most villainous characters would be found under the banner of the severed wolves headed crest. However, currently as the banner was erected between several kegs, behind it lay those same proud warriors, drunk and sleeping upon various makeshift beds, majority of which were empty potato sacks. A young elf came running up, bursting through the oaken barn door, light erupting dazzlingly through a lantern that he held high, illuminating the straw matted floor. “Quickly! The army is gathering at the center of the encampment.”

As the elven boy stared in bewilderment at the drunken state of the warriors before him, the only movement in the room came from behind him, where a tall demon coughed violently as he scrambled off the floor. Pounding his chest with his fist several times, Vornwin stumbled towards the elf, wrapping one arm around him. The stench of ale fumed from the demons mouth, portions of last night’s meal still trapped within the bristles of his face, eye’s encircled by several obtuse red marks. “Don’t worry…we’ll be there…” Belching after his words, the hung-over demon leaned against a banister, shaking his head.

Suddenly the doors erupted open, several more Elves came into the room, carrying large pots of a liquid that puffed steam into the air, and filled the room with an enriching aroma. Following the entourage, was a well built vampire, donned in a radiating gold tinted armor that mirrored the reflection of the sun itself. “Leave us, I shall handle this.” Either the whiskey was getting to him, but Vornwin thought the words were coming from a female. Those having carried the large pot into the room placed it upon a table and left promptly at their mistress’s command.

“My name is Meralda, I’ve been assigned to this…sty of pathetic mercenaries to insure you are promptly at the warp tent.” Spinning on her heels, she stood several inches away from Vornwin, gasping at the odor coming from him; she quickly retreated a few paces back and waved her hand before her face. “Does your crew drink coffee?” Itching his tangled greased hair, the demon smirked, shaking his head. “I doubt they’ll do anything for what they’re being paid to do.” Swiftly tucking her hand behind her chest plate, she slid it back out, tantalizingly dangling a small coin purse back and forth. “You understand currency, and I’m willing to reward you two-hundred gold pieces if you insure your ruffians are assembled at the tent in an hour.”

Rubbing his eyes, Vornwin walked over to the pot of simmering liquid, working his way behind its perch on the table. “For three-hundred…I’ll have them there in ten minutes.” Smirking, fangs curving out to press against her soft violet lips, the vampire shrugged. “We’ll see how you handle the first five.” Clicking his teeth together, Vornwin kicked the pot of coffee over, spilling the boiling contents onto the floor and over the mercenaries sleeping upon it. Within seconds of touching the liquid, those who had been in a drunken slumber, were jumping off the ground and wide awake, bellowing curses to their lungs capacity. The tirades ceased as Vornwin barked out his commands. “Gather your shit! We’re leaving in five minutes!”

Outside the barn stood two large tables, on top of each were displayed various standard issue vampire weaponry. The armor ranged from heavy plate, to light leather, weapons varied from swords, shields, lances that protruded from the ground, and two-handed axes propped against one another. The mercenary crew had assorted weapons of their own, but since these were standard issue steel weaponry, who could turn down arms that were on the house?

Thirty minutes later, Vornwin collected the two-hundred gold from Meralda, as well as a slap across the face from a risky advance on his part for a overreaching compliment about her dereair. Despite how all the mercenaries of Blood Wolf felt, on the outside, they all beamed with the proud masterfully crafted plate armor, to each his own finely honed weapon, each, hung-over and underpaid. From inside the warp tent, they stood together in their own formation, a cluster of bodies. Meralda stood several feet away, face crossed underneath her helmet as much as her arms were.

Walking towards the front of his men, Vornwin turned, removing the platnium colored helmet from his face. His posture failed to resemble that of a drunkard, but that of perplexity. “I’m not one for speeches, but before me I see the best that the dwarves, elves, and humans have combined…together, we will unite today as one unit, together, we will fight by one another through pain and bloodshed, and together, we will seize victory from our enemy, the-!” Cutting short, Vornwin stood there, slowly turning towards Meralda. Her head shook as she mumbled out, “Endless.” Nodding rapidly, Vornwin smashed his plate covered fists together. “Ah, yes…victory over the endless!”

Though all their faces and bodies were covered in armor, Vornwin failed to obviously motivate the mercenaries, who stood there mute. Sighing, he growled out. “Five gold for every severed head of worthy merit felled by your blades…” A unified uproar hailed from the band, unsheathing their weapons they roared in a barbaric delight. Vornwin pointed towards a stout dwarf in front, who’s red beard protruded from his helmet. “And Grundlor, half a head doesn’t count as a whole one!”

[Mutant_Lorenor]

Standing outside of the main tent, Lorenor suddenly lost sight of Whitecap and his companions. Their battalion would be without adequate leadership. Wondering just what had happened, the spartan warrior considered his current situation for a moment. The other mercenaries had already gathered at the teleportation tent preparing themselves for the trip to the battle. His own unit was already waiting for him at the hills of the field of J'ah'hastur. It was located to the great south of Haidia's cavernous network, several miles further downward which was the reason teleportation was employed in the first place.

Staring at the tent before him, the mutant was uncomfortable with employing the use of the demonic horde. Lorenor stood at a crucial moment of his life, as he stared destiny in the face. A breeze from Haidia's self contained atmosphere flowed across the reaches of the particular cave they were in. The tents and all their flags moved like quiet ghosts with the wind. Many of the command tents were already empty as the units pertaining to them were busy on the battlefield and simply awaiting word from their commanding officers as what to do next.

Word from returning spartans was grim. Many never returned home at all. Some were guessing that the casualties were already in the thousands. The vampire nation was suffering heavy losses indeed.

Lorenor clutched at his legendary weapon, Blood Sword, and looked at the damascus metal. He knew that his weapon would serve him well against the incoming horde. He would have to be brave for his people once again. He turned towards the command tent and walked towards it for what seemed like an eternity. He noticed the mercenary Demon, Vornwin and his comrades were already waiting inside. Within the air there was a hum of power as various artifacts were fused together with huge tubes. The artifacts were large containers of energy crystals that pumped power throughout the entire room fueling the sentient object within the center of the tent. They had room to fit an army in there as the large tent was roughly five hundred by five hundred. It was well lit in there with various lanterns filled with glowing orbs of blue light. The touch added an air of theater to the setting. Lorenor appreciated the effort that the immortals made to keep themselves close to home. Various paintings were on the walls of the tent, recently hung. They depicted scenes of import to the various researchers that were located in the tent. These men and women, used vast intellect gained across the ages to discover the mysteries of the unknown.

Lorenor had oft pondered placing himself as test subject for their experiments, but that would have to wait for another day.

Looking towards Vorn and his men, the others had not really had a chance to communicate too much with the high ranking officer. Lorenor had many victories for the vampire nation against the demonic horde. These were the various goblins, orcs, and trolls that lived within Haidia's fold. But now, there was a call for unity within the kingdom of Haidia. Allies large and small were being called to task for the war at hand.

Lorenor knew that a time for bravery was upon them.

He walked over towards Meralda and nodded towards her. The other held Lorenor with high regards and nodded back with deepest respect to the spartan warrior. Lorenor took a glance towards Vorn and his crew. "I am glad that all of you could make it. The situation is dire. But we thrive off dire situations. Battles like these spawn heroes." Lorenor began, seeing that the mercenaries were looking at him with wide eyes. He kept looking at Vorn for support. "Our enemy is a threat to our people the likes of which has never been seen before. It is a parasitical organism that steals the soul of men." Meralda placed a hand upon the mutant's shoulder. It was encouraging to have allies with him. "It reproduces quickly and has supernatural agility and speed. Apparently, it requires host bodies of our brothers and sisters in order to achieve full power. These are the things you need to know. Cherish your allies for they might become one of the endless. Am I understood?"

He walked over to Vorn. "I look forward to seeing you in action again my friend." He extended his hand towards the demonic warrior. Vorn and Lorenor had a history together.

[Vornwin]

Powerfully slapping the back of Lorenor, Vornwin proudly shook the hand of his friend. “My unit will be the first to take the field this day, and the last to leave.” Many mercenaries were known to take their pay up front, and slip out the door in the back, the Blood Wolves didn’t operate this way. Upon taking a contract, void of ordeals or complications, they finished their order. Propping his helmet under his arm, Vornwin turned to his soldiers, his famous smirk plastered upon his face. “At this time, I’d like Friar Eerutin to say a few words on behalf of our damned souls.”

Though religion wouldn’t be expected from cutthroats who killed for a living, fear of losing ones soul could bring even the most sinful to their knees. Eerutin hobbled forward, years ago having lost his leg in the process of a robbing several thousand pounds of adamantium from a den of few thousand goblins. It was because Eerutin had killed so many leaders of religious affairs, that when he spoke about god, that out of fear alone, they would listen. The band all knelt, Vornwin even curved his back to try to appear lower then the dwarf, the armor so skillfully made that it failed to strain his muscles. Slamming his mace to the ground, the stout dwarf removed his helmet, reveling a leather patch about his right eye, and several scars decorating his face.

Running his gauntlet over his perspiring face, forcing the sweat droplets into his brown beard, the dwarf cracked a smile and lifted his arms. “To any god up thar on high lookin’ down to us bastards of faith and cutthroat scoundrals, we recommend ya side with us this day. For we intend to kick many an arse that ain’t with us, an sund many a mar to be whitch you soon. All we ask far, is that if ya turn yer back on one of us lads, and we should happen to croak, that ya have the kegs full and wenches waitin for us.” Clapping his armor together, the dwarf donned his steel helmet, grabbed his mace and resumed his former position among the kneeling ranks.

Everyone slowly stood back up, some cackles were heard muffled within the confides of their helmets. “Amusing as always friar, but on to business.” Stepping forward, the demon began to pace before his warriors. “What Lorenor said was correct, we have never fought a foe of this magnitude before, nor will we again. For on this day, we exterminate these bastards.” The demons voice slowly began to cease it’s once playful exuberance, the twisted maniacal tone steadily returning. “Decapitation is the best way to destroy these bastards…for some of our shorter friends among us, I’m sure you’ll procure some intriguing means of coping with that.”

Grundlor, a High Mountain dwarf snorted, smashing his two-handed axe into the ground, cracking the earth about the serrated edge. “Chop the bastards in the legs, and aim for the eyes boys!” A brief resonance of weapons and feet pounding into the ground echoed in the chamber. “The endless are an organism that assumes the form of a blob, it’s black in color and will enter through any holes in your body, so keep your damn mouths shut and your armor on!”

Ceasing his paces, Vornwin stopped in the front and center of the troop. “The endless transform all they enter, into a sluggish creature, turning those into a mere shell of what they were prior. Upon them taking control, it is just as fatal as if the executioners axe beheaded them, they are lost to you, dead…their bodies just don’t realize it yet.” Turning his back, Vornwin unsheathed his one handed steel sword and tapped it against his armored leggings. “So do us all a favor, and remind them that they are dead…cut them down. As I will for any of you who turn…” Tilting his head, so the corner of his eye fell upon all the mercenaries, he smirked. “And so should you for me.”

Vornwin turned his head forward, keeping his back towards his men, wondering if this was the last time he’d command them, or perhaps the twisted gods of fate would grant him the privilege of burying a select few, or even sparing some from the horrors that awaited them on that battlefield. Tilting his head down, the demon sheathed his weapon, and firmly fixed his helmet atop his body, completing the armor set.

Turning once more to face his mercenaries, the demon roared with a feral tone, rocketing both of his arms viciously into the air, sharing a final moment with his crew. This was it, and they were ready.

[Mutant_Lorenor]

(Bunnies to move the story forward)

The teleportation device was a strange thing in a strange land. It was just one of many objects of power that the society possessed. Thriving of its own volition, the two great kidney like things were ready to demonstrate their power and secrets. Configured to carry large numbers of people using the secrets of the ancient arts, the things gave off a tremendous glow of energy. There was also a humidity in the tent that was lacking everywhere else outside. Haidia was a hot place, but the humidity within the tent resembled the humidity of Dheathain's swamplands. Lorenor felt the humidity sticking to his skin making his spartan's armor stick to his flesh.

He wore the traditional armor of a spartan warrior. These were the fighting men and women of the vampire nation. A rigorous combat education system was set in place to finely hone the skills of the spartan. Lorenor wore all red, including a red cloak made out of the finest Haidian vlince. Symbols reflecting the spartan's ranking and file system were etched upon the back of the cloak, embroidered in purest gold. Lorenor's armor was a suit of masterwork plynt armor that was painted red. It had shoulder pads, a breastplate, stomach guard, and was outfitted with a piece that evenly protected the back. The mutant's weapon rested at the side of his hip. Lorenor's biceps and triceps were visible and bulged with a finely toned physique. His dark gray skin was popping with veins and glistening with sweat. He wasn't a powerhouse but he wasn't a slouch either. Vampire warriors kept in great shape often showing off lean physiques and lithe builds. Lorenor was no exception despite his rank as a derelict ghoul. He was only one of the few of his kind that currently existed on Althanas.

Lorenor took one glance at the kiosk located underneath the teleportation device. It was time to go. They'd wasted enough time on nothing as it was already. The only other weapons that Lorenor had requested for himself was a simple masterwork spear made out of oak and equipped with an elaborate steel tip. It was the favored weapon of the Spartan dragoons. The spear was just as tall as Lorenor was, if not a couple of heads taller. It rested along the curvature of his back. The spear's tip was a few inches off the ground.

Lorenor stood with a proud stance. His broad chin was raised to the sky and his expression was that of seriousness. He was prepared to face an unknown destiny no matter what happened to his comrades and himself that day. Lorenor stepped atop the kiosk but not before looking at Vorn one last time. "The last one to leave? I hope that this will be so my brother." With a grin he watched Vorn and his crew step on the large kiosk. It was a series of round steps connected into one large circular configuration located underneath the giant kidneys. The things beat directly above Lorenor's head no more than a few feet above him. Lorenor was not tall enough to reach the bottom of the device. He saw at a closer distance that the device had many intricate symbols inscribed upon its surface. These symbols all glowed with a mysterious power and Lorenor understood them to be the vampiric elder runes of legend. At a future date he would spend time studying these markings and symbols to grow in his own personal power. He was always curious of the possibilities that they would imbue upon his growth. He looked up for a moment and then he looked in the general direction of the researchers.

He waved. Meralda was standing aside the spartan leader. He'd always admired her bravery. Standing alongside a group of brave spartan warriors and a bunch of cutthroat ruffians, Lorenor couldn't have thought his odds were any better, or, any worse. He feared the truth of the rumors about the endless. If they were anything like the stories said, then they were a dangerous opponent indeed! Once Lorenor waved, he felt Meralda's hand wrap itself around his own. She was scared. He was just as scared. They would be fools not to be afraid of what was about to happen.

The device functioned along the same lines as Haidia's infamous teleportation rings. Using similar configurations of symbols and addresses, the device could transport people great distances without much difficulty. The clever vampires owned the device for many generations. Its origins were completely lost to antiquity.

Beginning to writhe and pulse tremendously now, the kidneys became alive with power. Energy from the machines fluxed from their position, up through the cables, and towards the beating organ. In a matter of moments, tremendous dark energy was transferred to the dual organs. Lorenor prepared himself for what was coming. He grasped the handle of his sword for comfort and took a glance to Vornwin's position once more. With a glowing flash of dark energy flowing at the bottom most tip of the device, powerful energy gathered with a purpose. It burst downward in a pillar of purple light that surrounded the entire kiosk with its radiant energy. The panels upon the floor of the kiosk glowed with the same sort of light sending its pulsing energy upwards into the kiosk. At the molecular level, all of the eighty one units on the kiosk were transformed into naught more than simple matter. This matter was sucked into the kidneys and then transported to a similar device several miles away, to the South. At the other end of the energy beams, the matter was transported in a matter microseconds.

On a kiosk in a tent similar to the tent they just left, the warriors were all rebuilt quickly to their original configurations. How the process took place was unknown and required unspeakable amounts of power. Lorenor found himself standing on the kiosk on the other side looking at his comrades. Vorn was there and so was everyone else. On occasion, someone went missing in the teleportation field. But that particular day, they'd been lucky and not a single casualty was present. That was good because they were going to need every single fighting unit available. Lorenor stepped off the kiosk and prepared to walk outside towards the main staging area of the conflict. He knew that Vorn and the others would follow his lead.

Lorenor made it to a general's command center. The man was a vampire that looked to be a middle aged sort of individual. He was a vampire born a vampire, not transformed through the bite. The man wore the armor of a high ranking Spartan officer. It was made out of purest adamantium. The mutant hoped to one day acquire such a finely made piece of equipment. It glowed with power. A sword was sheathed alongside the back of the general as he looked upon some maps and documents. He turned to look at Lorenor as they arrived.

"Hey Lorenor. Glad your company could finally make it." The man shook Lorenor's hand with a warm, familiar greeting. Lorenor nodded in return and looked upon the old general with a sense of kindredship. The mutant prepared himself for the battle at hand. He looked off to the distance and knew that his brothers were fighting the endless for the sakes of the entire world. "Was the trip pleasant?" Lorenor nodded once more. "General. We are eager to get underway already. I hope this will be enough. But my men and I are ready for the battle at hand. We are prepared to provide support to the main combat efforts." Lorenor said calmly stating their situation to the general. He thought about what was said for a brief moment. "Very well Lorenor. To the point then. You're to provide forward infantry and support to our fifteenth cavalry situated here. It is on the hills of H'astir. The main central point of conflict with the endless seems to be situated around there. Several other main structures have been located. Here. And here." The general pointed to the map along several circled positions.

"We are capable of defeating the endless but their reproductive capacities far out number ours. And what's worse, I fear, is that they have a number of drakes in their fold." Lorenor whistled at that revelation. He continued to listen to the general's assessment of their situation without interrupting the man. It was just another form of respect. "The circled positions in purple are where we've encountered the drakes. We've encountered the main collectives of the organism where the circles are red." The general said calmly trying to keep his anger level in check. "The fighting is fiercest in the red zones. We are calling them dead zones. Gentlemen, this is the seriousness of the situation right here. Our best efforts to remove the endless at their collective have failed. We've thrown just about everything we have at them except bombs made of adamantium." The man said calmly looking at Lorenor dead in his face. "We are running out of ideas. Our researchers simply do not know enough about this entity to defeat it efficiently. We are hoping you can provide ideas that they haven't thought of before. Show us how to kill this thing once and for all." The general slammed the table with a knife in his hand. It was steel, masterwork quality.

Lorenor listened carefully. He wasn't certain what his leaders expected of him, but he would do everything in his power to come out with a needed win against these...things. "So you want us to find a way to defeat this thing?" The general nodded. "Or at least buy us enough time to come up with a reasonable plan. This is a war of wars gentlemen. We need a specimen of the endless alive in order to study it and come up with a suitable way of killing it. If killing it becomes impossible, we may have to harvest it in some other way." The general said frowning at the thought of that. "Either way, the endless must not be allowed to live."

"What does it look like?"

"We've been able to construct models based on the field reports." The general produced a small object from his pockets. It was a wooden figurine carved by someone with artistic talents. It was a simple thing, very much too the point. The old general placed the wooden figurine on the table for all to see. "It's about two feet high from the field reports. Speedy little bastards with super human agility and reflexes. We haven't been able to get any exact parameters. It commonly has a large head with two halves, sharp teeth and an amorphous body. It moves very quickly. Once you spot one of these things dispose of them with these. Your entire outfit will be provided with a large number of them. Don't loose any." Producing another object from his packs, the general took out one of the mysterious "endless killers." It was a small artifact shaped like a cube. It had different symbols on each of its six sides. "The cube launches the energy necessary to eradicate one of them at a time. But we only have a few thousand of these. Another batch is being prepared but you'll have to find some other means of holding them off. Once you find one kill it quickly or its your ass."

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Staring the support flank of cavalry number 15, Lorenor grinned. It was time for battle. Units were already fighting against their mysterious enemy and the sounds of conflict were heard everywhere. "Attack at will gentlemen." The spartan officer said as he moved forward onto the battlefield. He knew that Vorn wouldn't be too far behind him. The hills of H'astir spread before them for many miles in every direction. Lorenor already had his curved sword drawn, and its legendary power burning through the air. He walked casually towards another commanding officer and spoke with him for a moment. The conversation was lost in the sounds of warfare. Cannons fired off bombs towards distant targets, and archers released a hail of modified arrows every few minutes. Lorenor looked at Vorn, Meralda, and the other commanding units at their disposal. "This is it gentlemen. Pick targets without discrimination. There will be plenty of action for all today. Do not loose the artifacts that you were given. Those cubes might hold the key to defeating the endless. Keep your eyes sharp, and your weapons at the ready. Let's go gentlemen to arms!"

"Hoo wah!"

And so the battle began.

Lorenor rushed forward to the main sieging areas. Battles were taking place all around them. It was a war that never ended. A war that never slept and had been going on for many months now. Lorenor approached a group of soldiers that were fighting and decided that he would provide support for those warriors. With his sword drawn, he immediately understood what the general was talking about. The vampires were fighting against individuals with glowing red eyes...their own brothers! These poor souls reacted and moved with unnatural movements, much like zombies, except, much faster than most of those undead were. Lorenor yelled a battlecry as his units came up behind him covering good distance rapidly. The first battle started quickly as the mutant's troops came up behind the fighting warriors. One of the spartans spotted the support that was flanking them and waved a quick greeting. He turned back quickly to fight against a warrior that was slow moving but very dangerous. Lorenor noticed that the endless fought in waves that reflected their name sakes.

Blood sword was eager to shed sanguine substance. He moved quickly against the nearest endless warrior and engaged it in combat. There were hundreds everywhere. Not just vampires, but Lorenor saw dwarves, goblins, orcs, and other species. They were armed and capable of fighting with their weapons with tremendous skill. Lorenor swung and was parried.

He faced destiny in the eye.

He heard the sounds of combat as the rest of his troop openly engaged the endless at will.

[Vornwin]

Approaching the parameter of the base camp that faced the conflict, Vornwin and his crew of miscreants observed the glorious site before them. Ravaged land painted the scenery, bodies of countless slain warriors littered the field, those remaining fought daringly in the faces of overwhelming and endless odds. A dwarf beside Vornwin lifted his helmet to brush aside a tear of joy. “Tis like cum’en home aftar a long harsh day in the mines.” The sentence was barely audible over the clanging of steel and shouts of the dying.

Meralda emerged from the command tent behind them, her metallic armor clanging as if a kitchen pantry having spilled the pans out onto the floor. Her body was straining to carry a large object that occupied both of her arms, which were extended outwards to Vornwin. “Use this in the field, so when they turn you, I’ll know who to kill first.” Elevating his eyebrow, Vornwin latched the large tower shield that bestowed a foreign vampirism emblem across it to his left arm. The titanic shield made the demon appear twice his normal size. Grunting out a “Thanks.”, she smirked through her steel helm and fell in behind his ranks.

Pacing before his mercenaries, trying to adjust his body to carry this newly added weight, Vornwin saw the blood thirst hunger surging through the eyes of his men. “Know this day; we are not soldiers of fortune, but remnants of hope to a dying civilization. Know that we are the last defense, if the endless break through this camp, their reign will truly be endless.” Unsheathing his blade, it briefly having reflected light from the archers burning arrows about them; Vornwin slammed it against his shield. “Know this day, we will destroy our foe, and the only endless remaining, shall be our names, carved in the tomes of history forever!”

Bellowing out a triumphant yell, the company donned their weapons, beating them on the ground, smashing the broad side of their axes against their plate chests, screaming in vile rage to purge their systems of the last remnants of fear. Now was that time. In a rage only madmen and lunatics understood, the mercenaries charged onto the field, smashing directly into a large cluster of endless. If it weren’t for their unique armor, it would have been impossible to tell who the truly insane ones were.

Blood showered upon the company as their weapons masterfully de-limbed the zombie like creatures around them. Vornwin continued to lead the charge, cursing through his visor as his shield pummeled several foes backwards into the ground for dwarfs to rush out behind his shield and slam their two-handed hammers into the endless’s skulls. Several mercenaries broke from the circle formation, immediately attracting the majority of endless in the area to the loners. Seeing the foes flock towards them, the mercenaries who broke rank hastily retreated back into the security of the company, the endless rapidly approaching.

Just as it seemed the endless would consume the runners, they fell to the ground, ducking the dozens of hurled six footed spears thrown in the direction of the approaching endless. The weapons were thrown with such fericiousity not only did it impale the creatures, but in certain cases spiked two of them together. With the formation formed back together, a demonic yell issued the next phase, the mercenaries robotically formed into two smaller groups. One team pushed on the west flank, the other to the east, bodies marking their progress.

Vornwin commanded the western crew, his companions mostly had long handed weapons and dual wielding warriors, they rapidly made progress across the field of battle. The other team left Meralda in charge, along with Grundlor the dwarf, who already was manically laughing as his short body was covered in blood. However, their progress was burdened against the magnitudes of onrushing foes that effortlessly jumped over their shield wall in front and attacked their weakened rear of archers. As if one body, the endless sensed the weaker of the two counterparts, and focused heavily upon Meralda’s company.

Meralda slammed her sword through another jaded head of an headless, scowling out her commands. “Front shield wall begin retreat, archers to the hill behind us and provide support!” The archers snatched their arrows from the ground and ran upwards to the hill, hailing arrows down upon the endless shortly after. The shield wall continued to revert the enemies backwards, their feet slowly moving backwards, faces covered in sweat as they leaned their bodies into the shields. Swordsmen waited behind the shields, ducking below them or running from behind to strike down the stunned endless.

“Divide!” was shouted from the hill behind them, Vornwin and his men had assembled there, positioned behind large formations of curved rock they had collected from the field. The front formations split into a narrow line, watching as the large objects swiftly toppled down the hill and rushed by them, crashing into the waves of endless emerging from the horizon. The shields and swordsmen stormed up the hill, panting heavily, regrouping into the security of their circular formation. The respite from battle only made them realize they were extremely fatigued, and had lost several of their warriors in the fray.

As they struggled to catch their breath, though they had slain a countless lot of their foes, double the amount of what enemies were on the field of battle before their arrival, were marshalling towards them. It was now clear why they were called endless.

[Mutant_Lorenor]

(Note to mod: Please don't doc me too much for the spoken dialog, I am still experimenting with "finding the voice" of my characters, especially Lorenor's voice)

Meanwhile-

And off they went. Hot winds from the depths of Haidia's artificial atmosphere blew from a southward direction. It was choking, oppressive. Lorenor observed the mercenary's company move forward and they started to do the job that they were hired for. They had covered barely a few yards before the endless converged upon their position. Lorenor countered a strike from the opponent he faced, a vampire swordsman. He hated the idea of having to kill one of his own. Moving quickly upon the warrior, he felt the weight of his phalanx behind him. Archers took position atop a hill and loaded their weapons as quickly as they could. Aimed towards the enemy, a cloud of angry bolts whistled through the air.

Blades clashed as the phalanx moved. Lorenor had taken the head of the pack of warriors. Already there were dead and dying from either side. Lorenor saw that the floor was covered with corpses. He was stepping all over friends and family and the feeling made him sick to his stomach. Some of them were immortals he had never seen before. Immortals that could have served to make his life more complete. As he thought about that matter, his weapon magnificently clashed through the air, countering the endless before him. The creature had glowing red eyes and his face was sunken in, distorted in pain. The warrior had a foot of height on the mutant, and was built particularly wide. His skin was like ash. His hair was tied in dreadlocks and was colored blond.

The vampire wielded a well-crafted sword for his former rank. Lorenor could tell, by the markings on the warrior's armor, that the man held rank within the vampire's army. He was previously a lieutenant. Frowning at that realization, the mutant kept himself on guard. Sounds of blades clashing filled his immediate sensory grid and the cruel smell of death was everywhere. It's such a tremendous, needless loss of life! Gritting his teeth, he kept pace with the more powerful creature. The thing moved with supernatural speed and reflexes, capable of parrying and counter parrying with steadily increasing power. The creature wore a grin on its face now, keeping his eyes dead-locked on Lorenor's position. It seemed some vile attempt at taunting the mutant.

Unable to pay attention to the rest of his company, Lorenor found himself in the heat of battle. For all sakes and purposes he was alone. Just as he liked to be. Screams and yells of other battles waged near to his position signaled that his company was fighting as well. From nearby, several warriors came up behind Lorenor and launched powerful spears at his opponent's position. The well forged tips made of damascus pierced through armor and flesh causing fresh injuries. The spears were thrust at either side of the infernal beast. Never yelling, his opponent continued to specifically stare at Lorenor's person. Lorenor continued to parry incoming sword slashes. The spears were removed from the warrior, increasing the seriousness of the injury. Despite that, the endless kept on coming.

Not skipping a beat, the thing never slowed down. Not a single motion. Without skipping momentum, the creature seemed to become faster. Lorenor was pushed backwards several paces moving against the front side of his company. Several battles erupted with many of the endless around the group. Lorenor knew that someplace, Vorn was facing his own battles. Sweat poured down his body, heat filled his armor. "Sir Lorenor! Remove its head!" Came the order from members of the company. There was a novel idea. He thought sarcastically to himself. "I'm trying! He's too damned fast!" Lorenor cried out as he continued to strike his weapon against that of the endless.

Suddenly, all across the battlefield there was a dead still. Lorenor's opponent took a few steps back and seemed to look off somewhere in the distance. This was his chance! Lorenor took a mighty swing of his weapon and moved to sever the head of the beast. Without realizing it, he was completely successful in his movement. There was a sickening sound as the head was lopped off and rolled through the air. Falling to the ground, the body hit the floor. Lorenor sighed and stole a glance as several of his companions eliminated the endless that were around them. As Lorenor began to breathe a sigh of relief, something happened. Something very wrong. The bodies underneath them, all of their fresh kills, began to release a sort of byproduct of energy.

The energy had a disgusting green glow to it. It flowed upwards towards the sky like a cloud of steam. Lorenor took a step away from the nearest body trying to find some sturdy ground to step on. There were too many corpses everywhere. Lorenor saw that the entire battlefield seemed to come alive with this glow of eerie energy. "It's happening again! Cover your faces! Visors down!" But it was already too late. Lorenor watched with horror as several bursts of energy from within the dead bodies released creatures made of living darkness. They traveled through the air as their former hosts exorcised them completely. There were hundreds of them. Everywhere. It was a trap! They had all walked into the middle of a cleverly devised trap!

Visors were hastily clamped down on faces that weren't yet covered. But not all of them were fortunate. Flowing quickly through the air, the endless, in their true forms, latched onto the heads of the nearest host bodies. Like globules of oil, they seeped into the mouths and noses of their victims. Soon, there were several audible moans around the mutant. He turned towards the direction of his men, unsure of what to do for a moment. He barely noticed the shadow heading in his direction. When he attempted to move...

[Mutant_Lorenor]

(Moderator Note: I am completing this as a Solo Quest)

...Swift movements were not enough. Lorenor was not powerful enough. Lorenor was not strong enough, but he swore one day he would be. He clamped the visor to his helmet down as quickly as he could. Something was moving quickly within his sensory grid. Something very quick, very agile and very dangerous. Lorenor saw that the Endless was approaching his person quite rapidly. Able to tell what the creature was even without looking at it, his senses were acute within that close proximity. Lorenor turned quickly and began to fiddle with the contraption the Immortals gave him. How did it work again? Lorenor thought to himself as his bloody hands moved over the cube like containment unit. Keeping the containment unit in one hand, and his sword in the other made the mutant too busy. Though he was able to notice the creature coming in, it was already too late. Not enough gold pieces were invested on the battle. Too many swings were short of a successful campaign. Lorenor thought to himself angrily.

You're too slow. Too many nights spent in bed with random whores. Your eyes are blood shot, your muscles are atrophied. With a broken mind you're not gonna win. Time's up kid. No matter what deity you pray to now, you're nothing more than a memory. You're self stylized grandeur has come down to this moment and here you are. You can't remember shit. Your life ain't worth shit. Your blood ain't worth shit. And where are your fellow spears? You're washed up kid. Time's up kid. Hear the bells ringing in my head. They are ringing for me. The halls of the containment are where I'll end up next. I got nothing. No hope, no dreams, nothing to fight for nothing to cling for. All this shit, and I'm stuck in a fucking Haidian battlefield fighting these things that have no weak spot. Great. Thanks a fucking lot. And here it comes, and I'm next. And I'm too damned slow, I can't do a thing about a thing. So here it is is. Thaynes damn you. You got me good. Time's up kid.

Time's up.

Thought's burned quickly through the mutant's mind. He was able to see the creature as it leaped up towards his face. Panic settled in his black heart. All my bravado, all my bravery its all bullshit isn't it? Here I am and I can't do a damned thing. So that was the end. Is this what fear feels like? The mutant managed to drop the cube in his hand and tried to resist what was coming. The creature weighed a tremendous amount for something so small. It crashed against the mutant's body. Lorenor fell to the ground, trying to use his arm to block it. The creature's tendrils extended forward and clutched at his helmet. Lorenor rolled across some bodies as he struggled against the creature. He ended up on the ground on his front side, with the creature pressed to the floor. "The hell with the Thaynes! Not like this!" And Lorenor fought. He gave it his all, muscles straining against the creature's power. More tendrils reached out to Lorenor's skull.

It was latching on to his helmet bit by bit. Luckily, he'd managed to lower his visor in the nick of time. Despite that, there were holes and crevices in the helmet that the creature could exploit. Then the thing did something really stranger. Using its own momentum, the thing managed to remove Lorenor's helmet by flipping over on itself against the mutant's arm. Lorenor heard the metallic clang even as his helmet hit the ground. "Oh no you don't you son of a bitch!" Lorenor's life flashed before his eyes. But he fought against his distraction. Last night's bed with Meralda filled the mutant with some encouraging thoughts. He fought for his future with the girl. His muscles strained as he pushed the creature away from his face even as the little bastard sent tendrils towards him. The mutant strained his neck back moving his arms further and further away. He managed to gather enough strength to push mightily so that the thing was knocked off his person.

With a messy splash against the ground, the endless rotated upon its own physical form. It quickly regained momentum and attempted to lunge towards the mutant who reacted by stepping on the creature with a mighty armored boot. Lorenor grabbed a nearby sword, leaning his weight on his leg and prepared to swing at the thing. He rotated his weapon, opened his mouth and lunged the sword downward even as tendrils were attached to his leg. Lorenor did not notice the second Endless making its way towards his position. Striking downward, the mutant stabbed nonchalantly in the creature's general direction. It was a mass of living darkness. There was everything to hit, and nothing at the same time. Lorenor's weapon struck true but the creature was too well construction. Lorenor saw his blade slide into darkness. Oil like residue, slid up the blade as it sunk further into the creature. He never hit the ground on the other side, the blade simply just kept sinking into the creature's body. Lorenor pushed down towards the hilt of his weapon and the creature writhed in pain of some sort.

It moved erratically against the weapon now piercing it. Lorenor didn't know if that was a good thing or bad. He tried to pull the weapon out, but it was now stuck within the creature's body. He managed to simply pull the hilt out of the creature, blade was gone. Lorenor's weapon was now useless. Steam flowed from the remaining portions of the blade where the acidic like properties of the creature willed to eat away at it. Lorenor fell backwards against the ground with his face contorted in shock. He couldn't believe what he'd just witnessed. By the Thayne! How do you fight them!? The mutant wondered as he looked at the recovering creature. Then, as he sat there on the ground, the second Endless moved in for the kill. Lorenor noticed a flash heading towards his face...

[Mutant_Lorenor]

Darkness. Consuming, beautiful, full of form and energy. It consumed him completely as suddenly as he noticed the flash in the first place. Lorenor fell across time and space. He sank in a void of darkness oblivious to the natural world. As he sank in the oily black substance, the mutant felt his heart beating like a series of percussion instruments. A hand made of wispy tendrils of the black substance grasped around his black heart, corrupting it further to the side of evil. Falling into the abyss, the mutant could not breathe, for there was no air. The mutant could not hear, for there was no sound. The mutant could not see for there was naught but pitch blackness. All he could do was feel the oily substance as it penetrated his mouth forcing the air out of his lungs. It was everywhere, and seemed to go on for eternity. Across the void there was flashes of memories of that belonged to the mutant. Valuable memories. Memories that were key to the mutant's very existence. And soon, they were fading rapidly away within a matter of seconds.

Lorenor found himself walking about with shaky knees for a few moments as his memories were stolen from him. His hands shook violently and he felt a thirst for blood like he never had in his entire existence. His muscles bulged through his armor. He felt the uncomfortable tightness of the heavy armor around his body weighing him down. So he got rid of the chest plate without realizing what he was doing. He turned to look towards the battlefield as people were dying all around him. The sky of Haidia was stained with crimson just as the grounds were. Bodies were everywhere. He was standing on a pile of corpses that blanketed a hilltop. He had a good general view of the battlefield. Surveying the field before him, he began to see the world in a crimson red hue. Seeing the blood stained everywhere made the mutant's heart race. He reached down to a nearby body and removes his armor hastily. Tossing it aside, the mutant began to physically ravage the corpse. Warmth of flesh filled the mutant's mouth as he fed from the body, blood dripping down his maxilla.

Lorenor looked about. All he could see were living fountains of red everywhere. Each of the fountains were moving about fighting different battles. Near some of the blood fountains were purple fountains that had a dark aura about their figures. Lorenor guessed that these creatures were the Endless that were recently rising. The mutant wanted to take a step forward towards the enemy. As he moved, he found that his body was no longer his to control! Trying to struggle against an awesome weight that held his legs in place, he began to move away from the Endless and towards the blood-red fountains. As he moved closer, he could feel the heat rising in the air. The heat was driven by the crimson hearts, each ventricle pumping blood into the nearby bodies. As he moved closer, his mind was filled with murderous intent. His eyes burned a bright red, then shifted to a darkness based purple. Well within striking range, one of the men formerly under his command took down an Endless even as his unit was being torn apart. "Lord Lorenor! In the battle we lost sight of you. We need your support...wait! What are you doing...NO!"

And it began. Flashes. Without even giving it a second thought, the mutant's hands moved in for the kill. Lorenor began to horrendously lash and rip at the man's armor, grabbing what he could. The first to come off was the helmet which was violently pulled from the man's skull. Lorenor knocked him down by jumping forward and covering a good three feet of distance. Lorenor slammed his knees against the man's chest knocking him square on his ass. The mutant grabbed the man's skull again and began to squeeze, inserting his claws into the man's eye sockets. Lorenor plucked out the man's eye balls even as he screamed in agony. He reached down towards the man's neck, pulling his armor off. Then, he bit down harshly on the neck, a sickening sound filled the air. Lorenor ate his share of flesh and then moved on. One by one, he struck violently at the men formerly under his platoon. Flashes of violence filled the mutant's mind. Until finally, there was one who was brave enough to confront the mutant.

***

"By the Thayne. You've been infected. I must put a stop to this!"

Commander Mosoth Eenith was the ranking officer of Platoon six. Infantry division working under the grand command of the High Marshall of Haidia's Vampire Nation. The High Marshall was the highest ranking General in Haidia's army. Several divisions of the army was ruled by a single General that was in charged of the entire division. The High Marshall was the highest ranking officer in the army. Commanders were distributed across each division evenly by squad. A division could have any number of squads and platoons. Commander Eenith was a senior officer serving directly under the High Marshall's command. He was an impressive lad standing at five feet and elven inches. He wore a full suit of plate made entirely of an alloy combination of titanium and damascus. He had long blond dreadlocks that were waist length. His armor was etched with the various symbolism of the vampire nation, a flag emblem on each shoulder guard. He wore hsi helmet with the visor up. It had a horn on either side pointing to the sky, and the whole thing was painted black.

He wielded a well made shield, and several other weapons. His hands were covered in sturdy bracers built for combat. The top of the hand portion had a row of three spikes jutting upwards. His eyes were emerald green, and he had well defined cheekbones. They suggested a heritage that went back to Corone before his mutation into a vampire. Judging by the way his eyes looked aged, the man was clearly at least a few hundred years old and quite experienced. He held a crossbow in position and launched the loaded bolt at a nearby Endless. The bolt struck true, piercing the chest since the bolt heads were made of refined mythril and the average grunt in the army had armor made of plynt. By this time they were fighting a newly formed wave of the Endless. Their soldiers were running low on munitions and supplies. A clever lot, the Endless was unlike any enemy that the Commander had fought in his entire existence. "Clever bastards." Eenith commented as a nearby warrior decapitated a nearby Endless that was once a close friend.

Every man killed once again on that field was a former friend, brother, uncle, or son. The losses were too great to bare. "What of Lorenor's platoon?" The Commander asked, barking the question at his associate. The man handed Eenith a report from the field. "Looks like Lorenor's platoon was wiped out. The reports are coming in. Total loss sir." Eenith shook his head. "Damn Elders. Why did they have to send Lorenor out there. He was not ready for the burden." The man had a kindness in his eyes, but there was also a ferocity there. He looked across the battlefield and could see the approaching form of several individuals. Nobody could be trusted at this point. The Endless could be anyone, at anytime. "Any word from back home yet?" Eenith asked. "We've sent them several samples already, what's the hold up!?" He added as he looked at his main scout. The scout simply shook his head. "Nothing from home sir. We don't even know if anything is still standing over there." The Commander shook his head as he looked at the Scout. "You shame the name of our Order! Return to your duties and don't utter such nonsense again. For over a thousand generations has the vampire nation stood strong against all invaders. We have survived the Dwarves, the Demons, and we shall survive these bastards as well!"

"Sir! Look!" The scout was staring at what was coming. "It's Lorenor himself!" The Commander's face became serious.

"Prepare for battle."

"Sir?"

"Just do it!"

[Mutant_Lorenor]

Without uttering so much as another word, the soldier went back to his duties. Mosoth Eenith learned the Endless' tactics all to well. They captured a host, turned it into an insane killer, and spread out from there. It was all a twisted chain reaction. Mosoth could feel the scorched ground even through the texture of his heavy plate boots. He clenched his fists tightly as he saw their would-be savior approaching rapidly. Shit! He can move fast on his feet. I always did admire how he adapted to our abilities so quickly. Eenith thought to himself. Droplets of sweat poured down his brow in rivulets. When they collected at his chin, they formed into one large tear-like structure and fell to the ground. When it collided against a defeated body, the droplet burst into a billion tiny fragments. Eenith clamped the visor down on his helmet so that his whole face was covered. He could not risk being captured by the Endless. He couldn't see any around, but he knew they always were. If his hunch was right, Lorenor was already infected. The man had no choice but to take his former ally down.

Thinking on this matter made the man extremely sad. He knew Lorenor very well and the mutant was a man with a brave heart. Fearless, the mutant had lead the warriors of the vampire nation to many successful skirmish battles. Eenith always admired bravery and strength. As the mutant drew closer, the immortal noticed something that bothered him greatly. Several of those bastard Endless were converging on their position as well! Eenith spotted at least three accompanying the former Commander, and that confirmed his suspicion. There were also five of his former vampire warriors moving at different on-foot speeds in a loose combat formation. It was simple but would prove to be an effective strategy in a siege situation. Eenith did not like his odds at all. He was position atop a hill which meant that there were only several possible ways to reach him. The command line was stationed along a several miles wide stretch of land that converged atop a large ridge.

Native Haidian trees, giant mushrooms and fungal structures, grew in various positions throughout the battlefield. Valleys were positioned throughout the land as the cavernous form of their environment dictated its natural physics. At the ceiling of the large cavern, many stalactites were present, whilst on the floor, intricate and crooked stalagmites grew. They jutted up from the planet's crust sometimes forming largely intricate patterns of earth. Fungal matter grew on these structures powered by the intense heat that Haidia's magma-core gave off. The heat created the atmosphere within the caverns, and in turn, the moisture that kept the unique plant-life nourished. Eenith was standing on a purple crop of fungi that grew on that particular section of land. His men were stationed on various positions throughout the camp. Several large tents and even a few small buildings were visible throughout the staging area of the central conflict. A red-zone was developed between the main front of the battle between the vampire nation and the Endless.

A large array of pikes was visible at the bottom of the hill. Each of the pikes were jutted deep into the earth with half of their shafts sticking out and pointing towards the enemy. Each pike was over six feet long. Some even longer than that depending on which species of vampire were able to wield such weapons. Flags were placed throughout numerous quadrants of the camp as well. Each flag had a series of complicated symbols on it which depicted the symbols of the platoons they represented. Each flag was part of a particular command, and therefore was unique. The flags were crucial to the morale of the vampire warriors. There were at least fifty poles with the flags flapping in the eternal hot breeze. Eenith felt his boots crunching against the textured ground. His eyes were locked on the incoming form of the mutant. Writhing bodies were trapped on the pikes as they struggled to pulled themselves off. The Endless located on the pikes were easy pickings for his men.

Under Eenith's command were amongst the most elite of the vampire nation's warriors. These vampires fought back the initial waves of Endless and were battle-hardened. Having captured a few specimens of the creatures to send back home, the warriors were adapting to the dangerous situation. They wore helmets designed to completely cover their heads and made of plate mail. These warriors were trained killers. They were able to quickly adapt to the situation at hand and fend back the forces of the Endless. Though no final solution for the Endless was present, the vampires fought on anyway. After all, they had time on their side. It was only a matter of careful strategic planning before a solution was found. The Endless was a crafty lot, and the vampires learned that within the first few hours of the doomed battle. Eenith's command fought many sieges against their own warriors as they were caught by the parasitical organisms. Waves upon waves of the Endless seemed to show up in a constant stream with taxing results on the vampire nation's most elite warriors. This group of warriors represented the last line of defense for the vampire nation. It was do or die. History would forever remember the glory of the battle to be won.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at the approaching enemy units. The defenders' battlements were set up as best as they could be given the circumstances, now it was time to deliver. It was their duty to capture what Endless they could alive. Eenith held the cube in his hand. It might be possible to save Lorenor from such a terrible fate. He thought to himself even as he saw the enemy coming closer. No. Our battles with the Endless show that the host is no longer who they once were. They are devils and must be treated as such. I can't allow my feelings to get in the way. Eenith thought to himself as he drew his weapon. The titanium blade reflected the light of Haidia. Haidia's caverns were lit by the glow of various ores located in the walls and in the ground. It was also lit by certain glowing plants and fungi that provided illumination without the sun. Heat was constant due to the closeness to the magma-core. Eenith clutched the grip of his weapon tightly as he stared at the approaching warriors. The Endless will probably make it past the pikes. I have to be ready to take on another wave. I don't know if Lorenor can...

And the seasoned warrior saw something incredible. Lorenor, was giving commands to the enemy! He could see, even from that distance, the mutant moving his hand in strange motions and patterns. Eenith, recognized that as some sort of communication between the enemy units. He prepared even as he saw what was happening. Everything seemed to slow down. His heart was beating in his throat like a symphony of percussion instruments. His breathing slowed, his pupils became dilated. Stay focused. He saw Lorenor coming in at best speed surrounded by the Endless. It was like a nightmare. "Steady men!" Eenith commanded as several warriors were around his person all in battle formation. Shields were ready and weapons drawn. They were prepared for combat as they've spent millennia training for this moment. Each warrior stood perfectly still, wind flowing around them. Several more warriors joined the phalanx and they prepared to fight. Eenith's eyes remained focused on the field ahead of him as he saw with incredibly accurate vision. Lorenor suddenly paused about a few paces away from the pikes. This is not good I can't tell what he's doing!

Eenith was a powerful vampire about a few hundred years old. To a vampire, age and eternity was very important. The older a vampire was, the more power he possessed. Eenith was one of the warrior elites on the field and possessed incredible powers. He could focus his abilities all at once with a large blood pool at his disposal. Mosoth Eenith was a born vampire, not turned, so he had great power at his command. After burning some blood pool, a symbol manifested in the air. This symbol inscribed itself onto the vampire's sword. Eenith felt the tension in the air as the wave of Endless began their assault. He could see the hand signs even from this distance though he knew not what they meant. The gestures of the Endless were erratic. Several nearby vampires also called upon similar archaic symbols. These symbols caused a tingle to flow through the air. Hairs stood stiff as the vibration passed across the necks of the vampires. It was do or die time. The eyes of history were looking upon this battle now. Eenith viewed Lorenor's actions with great interest. "Show no mercy! But remember men, Lorenor is mine!"