Recent content by Nazara

Nazara squatted down besides Harlowe with an exaggerated sight. "She's fine." That wasn't just an assumption. Telling if a Vampire was alive or dead took quite a bit of learning, but Nazara knew from simple experience that it took a lot more to kill one of their kind than a few lashing whips...

"Fucking Vampires." Nazara lamented as he shook his head and let out a loud sigh as Felice went flying directly after the wayward Harlowe. A hand came up to rub at his unfeeling face for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes and let out a loud sigh. It was a strangely...

They left the throne room as a trio, Nazara coming to a stop once they reached the steps of the palace. He gazed briefly around them, checking to see if someone was around and then addressing the two. "The city his brother is in is called Olgen. It's an old place, there's a contact waiting for...

Nazara felt his legs wrapped with the strange folical snake Felice sent his way. Lips thinned, and he bellowed in anger. "Her! Grab her!" The shade gestured towards the now hobbling Vampire. He obviously hadn't intended on killing her, and he knew Orin long enough to know that a simple flesh...

The Baby Vampire slipped from his grasp, his lips thinning as she moved to dash away the instant her body hit the floor. "Grab her legs!" He would not have this night undone because Harlowe couldn't control herself, because she'd tried to uphold some foolish notion of morality that no longer...

Nazara did indeed disappeared in that hazing black shadow. The orb disappeared in his hand, rushing into the same smoke that his body disappeared into as he quickly surged through the halls. Harlowe was feeding upon her seventh corpse by the time he found her, a wake of blood and corpses left...

Nazara let out a sigh. A hand came up to rub at his face. This was not what he had wanted to deal with today. They needed somebody to actually be in charge. Needed someone to call of the Siege. If Harlowe slaughtered everyone in the place it wasn't going to work. "Give me the orb." He said as...

"Sort of." Nazara said. It never got easier to explain any of this, no matter how much time actually passed. Explaining something as vague and esoteric as the Contract was...hard. Especially when most of them didn't even understand it. Hell, none of them understood it. Not fully. "He will make...

Nazara stepped down the last of the marble stairs just as he spotted Harlowe chomping down on the Vizier. His eyebrow raised, head shaking. "They always change their mind so quickly." The Shade really did wonder if that urging was so powerful. Many of the monsters within the Regiment were...

Nazara stepped back from the wall, his black eyes peering at the fat man that had been pinned against the bright limestone with three heavy iron pokers that had been meant for tending a fire. A blubber of blood spouted from his lips as he tried to speak with what little life he had left, but...

"Most dub it 'The Calling'." He told her. There wasn't really an explanation for it, not that he could give her in any true terms anyway. His lips thinned for a moment, as if searching for the right words. "It's a part of the contract. In a way, it's what binds us together." He explained...

"Assignment is the wrong word." He told her as they approached the city. He glanced up at the walls for a brief moment, judging them quietly as they headed towards the gate. Two guards stood there, though they bothered none of the visitors who passed through. Lissenn was not at a state of war...

The tubby Shah was running through his penthouse rooms as fast as he could, a sight that was more than slightly amusing. Nazara shook his head, glancing at the man. His hand slowly raised, and then his shadow seemed to spring up. It reached out and grabbed onto the Fat man, coiling around him...

"Who said anything about a mission?" Nazara countered quickly. It was obvious that Harlowe still sat in the mindset of her previous life. It was a shocking surprise given how little time had passed. It took time to adjust. Some more than others, and Harlowe seemed to be one of those who would...

Nazara's body snapped into that strange fog. In an instant the sound of rushing air echoed out as he swept himself from the ground and onto the balcony above. A scream echoed from one of guards as the black eyed demon formed once more. The sword in his hand flickered forward, the blade biting...