Lore vs Asara

Lore woke to find the entire jail burning. After putting the many fires out (and getting burned himself), in a fit of rage he began to pursue the only person who would desire setting the tower on fire in revenge: Asara.

Loralleti Dexler bursts into the tavern, his clothing in shreds and smelling strongly of smoke. His skin his badly burned and peeling, so much so that no mortal could have survived it, and he looks nothing like Lore....it wouldn't have been known it was him if not for his voice. Looking like something from the Abyss, he bellows in a rage never before seen from him, "WHERE IS THE DROWESS?"

katyklysma the beautiful (katy Stratten) turns at the clamour and forwns

katyklysma the beautiful (katy Stratten) says 'What is this noise?'

Briana Palianta says "True...then shuts up as Lore crashes in

Loralleti Dexler repeats, "Where is the DROWESS called Asara?" as he pulls off a ripped part of his shirt, tossing it out the open door. "Is she here?"

katyklysma the beautiful (katy Stratten) stalks up to the vampire

Briana Palianta: The only drowess in here was El...but I saw one out on the street earlier

katyklysma the beautiful (katy Stratten) says 'You come bursting into this place, disturbing our tranquility, demadning to see a DROWESS??'

katyklysma the beautiful (katy Stratten) says 'You are a very rude pile of dust'

Loralleti Dexler glances around, but hearing Zara's words, he snarls. He whips around and dashes back out the door, moving slow from his wounds, and toward the drow caves

Loralleti Dexler roars, his words echoing through the isle, "Drowess, where are you?"

Loralleti Dexler growls as he hauls himself the last few feet up the mountain

Asara Thursday looks up at the growling Lore, backing down the mountain side carefully, hidden completely within her cloak.

Loralleti Dexler stands up painfully, the flesh peeling from his bones as he curls his upper lip, exposing long, slender fangs......"You"

Asara Thursday points a gloved finger to herself, forcing her voice to sound stange and old. "Me?"

Loralleti Dexler snarls and leaps down to her level, his crimson eyes wild with pain and lacking any sense he would have had before: "Yes, you!"

Asara Thursday pulls her cowl down, shrinking her size considerably, still using what she would call her granny voice. "I'm just a little peddler, looking for places to sell her wares."

Loralleti Dexler leaps down again, crouched, an animal-like fury seeming to emanate from him...his pupils narrow until they are slits like a serpent's. His fangs still glisten in the fading light: "On MOUNTAINS?"

Asara Thursday coughs haggardly, stepping back from the screaming man, hunched over and hobbling. "Aye, had to cross them I did..." She coughed some more, stepping away again. "And I see I've intruded upon your mountain, I be leaving I will."

Loralleti Dexler creeps forward, his fingers curling and stiffening to resemble claws. His voice rises until it's a bellow, "You think me a FOOL, but I know better! I know who you are!"

Loralleti Dexler seems to have lost his mind from the pain, and he stumbles toward her, beginning to lose his grace: "I know...I know it...you are the drowess..."

Asara Thursday shakes her head, the hood moving side to side as she makes a great attempt to keep a distance between them. "No, no. You're mad in rage, I seen no drow about these ways."

Loralleti Dexler suddenly drops to one knee, being very weak in his state and the sunlight only adds to it. His voice weakens too, and he goes on, "You are her..."

Loralleti Dexler seems to drain of all the power he had displayed only a few minutes before, though his skin continues to slowly heal and begin to resemble what it looked like before

Asara Thursday tilts her head to the side, watching the vampire fall with curiosity. Keeping up her old woman facade a little longer till she knew it was safe, her lips smiling. "Mayhaps I be, mayhaps I don't." It was clearly her voice ringing out now, the old woman facade dropped as she stayed well hidden.

Loralleti Dexler's head sinks despite his will, the tattered parts of his clothing moving in the wind. He mutters, his mind sinking into a pit of pain and darkness until he would fully heal, "You are..."

Loralleti Dexler smells strongly of smoke as he makes an effort to raise his head, his fangs disappearing as his upper lip droops: "You did it...you shall...pay..."

Asara Thursday moves closer, moving to his side, a booted foot kicking out at his ribs to finish knocking him down. "You might be correct..." She hissed lowly.

Loralleti Dexler groans from the pain as he falls onto his side, too weak to stay upright.

Loralleti Dexler struggles to sit up, still somewhat crazed, though his skin begins to lose its burned-on scars as it healed: "Peddler on...mountain...what a see-through...disguise..."

Asara Thursday presses her boot into his back, pushing him back towards the ground with force. "Shut up and die." She hissed, lifting her boot from his back and kicking his ribs once again.

Loralleti Dexler groans again, but lifts his head, his eyes focusing on her face. A grimace upon his own, he says weakly but with the tone of a promise, "Sum quod eris; fui quod es..."

Loralleti Dexler summons some strength to sit up, though it's slow and painful. As darkness falls, he

Loralleti Dexler goes on, clambering to his knees where he sways for a moment, "Bibo ergo sum...sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc"

Asara Thursday decides that he is growing into a problem, kicking his ribs over and over. She wanted him down, and if he did fall she had mind to keep him down.

Loralleti Dexler loses his balance and almost falls again, but as the night grows darker and darker, his crimson eyes begin to glow again like red lights in the night: "Sed ut vivam edo"

Loralleti Dexler manages not to fall, though he remains on his knees

Asara Thursday growls lightly, finding herself weaponless and with a strengthening enemy she finds it best to run, tearing off towards where she stored her staff.

Loralleti Dexler tries to go after her, but falls

Loralleti Dexler shouts: Bibo ergo sum!


Thank to Linwe for this submission to the Chronicles