Solomon the Prophet
Involuntary Immortal
Daemon crosses his hands, so the palm of his right and the back of his left created an X. Sun flames danced across his hands and became a mirror, he watched the ending of the first village fall. Then went ahead to see the second village, Lilly's home. He knew it was his job to defend the villages, how could he have been so careless. "I'll meet you at Lilly's village." And with that, he disappears in a wave of sunlight. An instant late he stood at the edge of the city. "Warriors," his voice echoed, laced with power that smelled of burning roses. "Rise and come to my aid." warriors rise from ashes and the darkness Daemon knew full well was forbidden magic to the follows of the sun. but the sun would understand, as Daemon had done this so few times before, and only in dire circumstances. Warriors filled the surrounding area, gaurding this village and every other village. "Protect the villagers, be they human or not, kill the d@mn3d that mean them harm. Fight until they are all dead."
(The warrior barbarian vampire things.)
Lilly stirs slightly and slides off him, managing to land on her feet. She stumbles slightly before sinking to her knees. Something was broken, she knew, and wanted to go back to sleep so she didn't have to feel the pain. Maybe it was a rib, or an arm? Maybe just a fracture . . .
(Broken ribs, no serious internal damage, hurts like h-e-double hocky sticks though.)
(The warrior barbarian vampire things.)
Lilly stirs slightly and slides off him, managing to land on her feet. She stumbles slightly before sinking to her knees. Something was broken, she knew, and wanted to go back to sleep so she didn't have to feel the pain. Maybe it was a rib, or an arm? Maybe just a fracture . . .
(Broken ribs, no serious internal damage, hurts like h-e-double hocky sticks though.)