Liz Bathory

the change that needs to be done here is...

INVITE ANY PLAYER THAT LIKES TO TEAM AND PLAY THE GAME!

Seriously... If you only like uberteams youre too much numbercrushing. Have a bot of fun please! Stalkers aren't that bad.

The half-drunk Jack shrugged... knowing full well that this kind of actions where anticipated. Turned vampires are just less humans. They can easily replaced. As is the same with lycantrophes. Dizzy from the whiskey he shrunk down and changed to his human looks again.

He let out a small curse on his ripped shirt and picked up his leather jacket. Then emptied his glass and walked out.

Elizabeth had been standing motionless at the side during the ritual. Her eyes showed little emotion less that off curiosity. She tried to learn what she could from what she saw.

Until now she wasn't sure if her templar was indeed as old as he claimed. But at that moment it didn't really matter. Now she had proof. And he was like her. No blood baptism... no sire... no true blooded son of... The Council should see him!

Although the images where unclear.. Elizabeth had a feeling there was a ritual involved. And somehow fate had ordeals the Primogen already had in his possession a piece of that selfsame puzzle. She held the Blood Orb in her right hand. Then walked into the great hall...

Hoping that if the conditions would be right the Primogen himself could finish it.

Jack shook his head trying to clear his head a bit.. three bottles of whiskey is a lot. Even for one with his regeneration. But he realised what the guy was saying... he looked at Hellskiller and his eyes shifted to yellow.. Then his body bulked and changed. Black hair growing just as fast as muscles. Leaving a huge blackhaired werewolf.

A deep voice sounded under his growl... while Jack threw one of the empty bottles to the head of Hellskiller. "I aint no pup kid! You are in way over your league this time..."

Elizabeth was shocked by his respons, but also realised where it could possible came from. She felt some sort connection too... as probably should every vampire. On the Primogen it had waaay more effect then any though. But she trusted her templar...

She held the orb up and slowly walked too him. "What are you planning to do with it?"

A picture of the old wither boots that got slimmed down. So they now look like painted on instead of leather. The old ones where much more solid.. more like real boots.

Hope they wherent overpowered... I had them scaled down a bit after the first test with taht mob ravaged a team of 6 in 15 seconds.

You noted I am making a fast item wiki page on the Blood Orb?!

Story is getting a good solid shape Bunny... We are stil on the same day but can round that day up if anyone wants to post some...

Jack's answer was short and to the point. So a "Whatever..." later he was back at the bar ordering yet a third bottle. "I wouldn't be able to give more inside information anyway. Lizzy doesn't like it when I speak too much about her business.", he muttered softly.

7000 Miles away... in the office of the countess Báthory... suddenly a small hole in space appeared.

Elizabeth stopped her conversation in mid sentence and she and the Primogen watched while the hole filled up with what looked like blood... Blood clotting together slowly but surely forming an solid orb... an egg.



The moment the reshaping was done gravity regained its effect on the Blood Orb again and it fell down... Elizabeth rushed the small meter she was away from it and catched it just before it would shatter upon the stone office floor. She turned to wards the Primogen... her eyes filled with questions...

Jack was already a bit intoxicated. His usual high regerative body had now at least one and a half bottle of Jack Daniels in him. It always costed him a lot to feel the old haze returning. A bit slow on the uptake he filled a second glass and tapped the disguised Big Game on his shoulder. "He man! You might be a strange smelly one but I always make it a point to drink with new people.", he handed him the glass whiskey. "Get to know new faces and such, no!"

"Ah... you're abilities never cease to amaze me old friend.", she smiled and made herself comfortable in her chair. "I will not bore you with too many details... I had firm reason to bring the fight to those who hunt our kind and those I protect. To start hunting the hunters as they call it."

Her hand moved to wave at the chair in front of her desk... inviting him to come and sit down.

"To achieve that goal I have not enough beings under my control... even with teh full might of my 'Court'. So I issued a big bounty on the key monster hunters and more. That brought me some hard to get heads already...", she looked at the vampire in front of her.

"Unfortunatly but expected that also made them rather... cross... at me! Recently they stood in front of my door in a raid upon my house. We repelled them and I sealed the place to stop repeats." Elizabeth was automatically leaving facts out. The way she would tell anyone and keeping respect. But she knew full well the Primogen would be ableto read the gaps even through her mental shielding.

"Ah, a volunteer...", Eugene said with a smile. "Ofcourse I wanted to use these for some worldshattering effect... eh... but better start small yes..?!", with that he casually emptied the vial over the girls head.

It only took a few seconds before the color of her hair changed to a bright green. Eugene looked at the label on the vial again and mumbled something that sounded like "...I programmed THAT color?!..." But quickly looked back at the audience with a big smile as if this was all planned... "Voila! I always liked green..."

"As I said... they can be programmed to change other parts of the easy to manipulate DNA structure but I have to think about that. Tough skin maybe... or red eyes...", he smiled again and walked away from the stage real glad he came up with something that absolutly couldn't blow up. Now if no-one would wonder where the nano-bots stayed after they did their job he was set.

A balded man stood up. He was wearing a grey suit for the occassion. So much different then his usual brown dustcoat. At first glance he was a bit dull looking which also resulted in him almost not being noticed in the exotic crowd. An older man... but his stance showed he had more energy then you would expect from him. Maybe that came from the many cybernetic replacement parts his body was rich. Like the left cybernetic eye and his heart and long. His name was Dr. Eugene Silver, and robotic science was his expertise.

Eugene gave a soft cough... drawing attention to himself. "I guess it would be my turn then...", he said and walked to the stage. "My name is Silver... Dr. Eugene Silver... Robotics is my speciality. Like so many of you." He looked around... and still thought himself a bit out of place. Weird scientists indeed... he was an evil genius maybe.

"I went and made science fiction reality... but instead of building a bigger robot I made them smaller... a lot smaller. Only.. I cannot test it myself. You see... I need hair to do that.", he rubbed his head and smiled. "Any volunteer from the audience?"

While he looked around for any to come over he started to explain what he had done... "I made nano-bots that are able to change your hair color. Great for parties or infiltration..." Eugene took a small tube from his pocket. "So... anyone willing to assist?"

Elizabeth her mental voice replied... "You would be correct... Come to my office and I will give you the latest information."

And with that she walked away from her mirror to her office. Where she sat down on her chair waiting for the Primogen to arrive.

Two chairs further at the bar was Jack Wulfe. The lycantrophe was drinking the already fifth glass of Jack Daniels... his favorite booze. He actually looked the most normal in the bar... brown leather jacket and black leather motorcycle pants. Wearing cowboy boots...

Jack checked out the stranger coming in... thinking this one looked real strange. He took a sip of his drink while almost automatically used his inhuman sense of smell to check upon the new arrival. The sudden faul smell entering his nose almost made him sick and he had to hold steady not to drop his drink.

"He there mate! A bath wouldn't be a waste of time you know!", he said to the disguised Big Game.

In the main hall Elizabeth felt three short bursts in her head. The backlash of what the security spell perceived as a small assault. She walked to her mirror to take a quick look at what was out there... only to find the Primogen floating down to the doors.

Knowing it wouldnot be needed to open a communication channel to the psychic vampire she simply thought outloud to him. "The door guards will teleport you down!"

And indeed the stone faces left and right of the doors started to look at the landing vampire... their eyes shined with a bright white light.

Cap Au Diable, Castle Bathory

Elizabeth walked through the main hall... The aftermath of the Nighthunters escape had made a lot of damage. Some zombies where using their amazing strenghth and unwavering stamina to haul tiles and stone and cement. Aside stood the Court's head architect Green Tinker ordering them around. If the matter wasn't so serious Elizabeth would have smiled at the sight. Some of the zombies doing the work where two meters tall or more, and their overseeying barely reached one meter.

But she had business... security business. Pious and his idiots came in way to easy. But it was their escape she was most concerned about. A teleportation out of her halls... an action that completly seemed to ignore her diversity of failsafes preventing just that kind of thing. Her gaze went up not seeing the walls but the dark magic that sealed the room from energies from outside.