Hearing her soft voice he thought to himself, he had never heard of Cimmerian. He slowly attempted again to rise to his feet. rolling onto his chest and pushing himself up he managed to finally get off the ground. He stagered slightly as he turned his gaze back up to her raising his hand the silver claws that tipped the fingers of his gauntlets reflected the moonlight as he brushed his crimson hair back behing his head. The black slits of his pupils were dailated letting in as much light as possible, he could now see her face completly. Sigmunds natural ability to see in the dark paid off well on this moonlight night. "I have never heard of Cimmeria." His voice soft and calm of a young mans

"Cimmerian" said a voice that sounded of rich velvet. Raising her hand, slender digits of porcelain color brushed aside her hair, revealing her face as she locked her amethyst hues to the male, examining him closer while waiting to see if he was going to be a threat to her.

His head began to stop spinning as he looked up at the woman standing above him, her face slightly hidden behind her silver locks. He blinked several times, clearing the blur from his eyes. Many questions filled his head as he looked up at her, "Where am I?" he finally was able to ask. His breathing was slow, yet heavy. His crimson eyes affixed solely on the half of her face he could see.

Continuing to follow the mark through the grass Samantha made her way with grace and poised gaite to where the male lay on his back, the sounding of armor clanking made her tilt her head curiously to the side as she paused for a moment and then resuming her path until she stood at the head of the male and looked down upon his face, her silver hair falling forward, obsuring her face slightly from view.

Regaining conciousness his vision slightly blurred and his head still spinning he slowly rose back to a stitting position. He rose his hand to his face, and let out a low soft groan from the pain of his headache. Slowly he began to attempt to rise to his feet but quickly fell back to the ground, his armor letting out a loud clank as he hit the ground. "What the hell happened to me." he said softly as he lay there on the cold, wet grass. Rolling onto his back he looked up at the sky as the dark clouds overhead had began to dissapate he caught a glimpse of the night sky which calmed him. He thought it best to just lay there for a while to let his head stop spining.

Following the lightening that had streaked across the night sky, Samantha steed into the centre, feet resting on the carpet of grass, drops of dew getting knocked from blades of grass and wetting the side of her worn black leather boots. With a weary and slightly apprehinsive look, she surveyed the grounds, quickly taking note to the long skid that had uprooted the grass.

Drawing in a deep breath, her chest heaving slightly before she expelled the air across her lips and back out into the night she placed one foot in front of the other in search of what. Or whom had caused such a ruckus.

Dark storm clouds began to swirl above the peaceful city park. Bolts of lightning rained down from the sky forming into a small sphere in the middle of the park. The sphere grew larger and larger as the bolts of lightning continued to hit it. The sphere began to contort and spin. The sphere began to spin faster and faster, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Sigmund shot out of the sphere at great speed landing on the groundand began to slide across the grass tearing up the ground untill he came to a stop. His head awas spinning as he slowly began to sit up and saw the long skid from his exit. He say the sphere slow and then collapse in a bright flash sending a shockwave that knocked him back causing him to black out.

one of the escaped golems discovers the city square before it. the golem grumbles with desires of destroying such a mavelous park with humans and vampires running away from it.
the golem simply went onto its knees, as its body cracks and splits in three parts only to form three smaller golems.
with no one in sight of protecting such a beautiful place, the golems began to charge, throwing their weights in a slow, burt destrucrtive rampage in the city square crushing and throwing humans without mercy and showing the creatures of darkness they show no remorse.

Revan: *Areils clone walked forth to Revan, a slow haunting stride accompanying her gorgeous looks although covered in blood, the instant her stained hand rested within Revans own boney palm he sensed several changes within the city. New arrivals for example. One in particular interested him. With a flash of red ghostly light from his eyesockets, both he and Ariels clone vanished, his voice echoing shortly after* The show will have to wait for now.

Hearing the people move away from something, the girl took her motion to move away. It was best not to get involved in something that has the smell of death and blood. Quickly as she could move, Isabelle half walks half jogs away from the park. Her dress's ends flapping from side to side as the half vampire moved. She didn;t dare to look back, seeing how many people were in fear as they 'ran away' in their human words. Into the darkness, the young half vampire had vasnihed from sight, away from the murderous aura.

Waking up to the morning, a teenaged girl by the name of Isabelle Nightrose awakens in a tree branch. The tree was a good spot to sleep in, unless of course you knew how to climb and stay on one for an entire night, but that does not matter. Her head turns about, looking around for any sign of people or animals to prey on. Th vampiric fangs temtping to come out as the hunger in her stomach rises. 'Ignore it... I have to ignore it.' she thougth to herself, jumping down from the tree. Not many people out this early in the morning or so it seems.

Revan: *reappearing in the dead of night, his ragged cloak and skeletal face, stood openly amougst a crowd, some knew right away this was no halloween coustme and darted away as fast as there legs could carry, others admired him foolishly, just before being incinerated by a sudden wave of hellfire, the 8 boney appendages which jutted from his back then retracted into him, as they did the bleeding, nude form of Sams daughter slowly made her way down the street, ignoring the looks and assistance of others who tried to cover her nudity* Come little one, your mother has forgotten your exsistance and tossed your memories to trash in her mind. Let us introduce her vampiric world to the masses, and watch as all she enjoys is eradicated. *he stood at the opposite end of the street, his skeletal hand reached out towards her as she walked towards him, his mouth still ajar as his eyes sockets glowed brightly, his mind fast at work with both insane acts of murder and maniacal jokes planned as well as clever tricks for those he would crush beneth his boot*

Princess Xyna wears her dark black cloak that lined with purple inside it and she gazes around the city square. Yes indeed, she senses Uncle Kain and Aunty Samantha near by. She smiles softly at that and she has missed them, even her friend Kajen. He's probably forogotten all about her and she hears her stomach growl, she groans she needs feed and blood soon. She kept walking and she sat down on the ground, as she looks around, wondering if they , her family could sense her arrival as well. She shrugs and she closes her eyes to rest, she had been walking for hours, then flying to get here, and walking again.

Standing at an irregular height of 5' 3" for his race, this Dwarven male enters the area and scans it with his charcoal-grey eyes behind the golden spectacles of Dugmoren Brightmantle. His wavy, red-blond hair is mixed with platinum white, telling his age is that of one well off in his life, experiance showing on his slightly weather-beaten face. Unlike most of his race, he keeps his hair and beard cropped short so he can better fit the Winged Fullhelm of Berronar Truesilver over his large head, now under his right arm. His stocky build is apparent, even in his height, his muscles bulging against the Bearded shirt of Dunforth that acts as his chainmail under his thick chestplate and pauldrons. The cape that wraps around his neck, fastened in place by a thick chain and strange rune on each corner, is but a small peice of fur off of the short-faced bear, a thought to be extinct bear three times the size and over ten times the strenth of the modern polar or Kodiak Grizzly bears.

Sprouting out of the back of the neckline of the cape, over his right shoulder, is the massive Zweihander of Clanggedin Silverbeard. Poking out over three feet above his head, angled over his left shoulder, is the gigantic Holy Spear of Reckoning. Poking out the middle, directly over his head, is the Greataxe of Hanseath, wickedly gleaming in the light. Chainmail sleeves adorn his arms, a mix of gold and platinum until they reach his elbows, the Gauntlets of Atlas humming with pure, earth-shattering strength donned upon his hands and arms. His thighs are protected by the same weave of chainmail as his arms, the Greaves of Haela Brightaxe taking over and connecting with the thick black boots of his kind. Attached to his left arm is the silver and golden buckler of Dumathoin, the symbol of the god upon the center of the shield.

Flowing out from his beltline, the white and gold-trimmed robes of Gharindlar provide him with luck and flowing movement. Strapped upon each greave is a jeweled dagger, the Twin Daggers of Abbathor. Upon his right hip is the Warhammer of Laduguer, its stone head infused with magicks that give it strength and hardness well beyond that of stone. Upon his left hip rests the Warmace of Muamman Duathal, still glowing as if it had just come fresh from the forge.

He looks at Artem and a scowl appears on his older face and he calls Artem out "I heard ye were tha best, Laddie!" his voice reminicent of gravel on gravel as he speaks to Artem. Artem shoots to a sitting position as he looks at his shorter challenger and he smiles, cleverly and boldy as he replies, "Oi, Old Man, lets see what ya got!"

Artem smiles as he lays in the grass and looks up at the shifting clouds, sadness creeping over his face.

Stepping from the shadows that surround the area, the male of the average height of six-foot, one inch tall appears as black mist and shadows float over the dusty and dirty floor from all the cracks and crevisses. The mist starts to spin and twirl around as the shadows stretch and form to spil off and return to their original positions as their owners shadows. After Artem had risen from the dark corner, the mist starts to disperse and dissapate from around him, Artem having decided he will not use the veil as a normal hiding spot just to vanish and rise from other shadows from around the room to just step out of again with his ShadowStep ability. His golden hair frames his thin yet strong half-elven jawline as Artem pulls up the tattered blindfold to rest over his eyes, deciding he will use the inevitable sounds around him to fight. Before his eyes disappear behind the blindfold, his normally electric-blue eyes darken to a maroon, starting to burn with the intensity and ferocity of the Black Flame, his god. He is dressed in a black leather, form-fitting vest with a leafed shoulder pauldron resting upon his left shoulder. His platinum bracers shine in the light, the thick tow chains of the black irradecent metal that make up his chained kunai, HYDRA, wrapping around them, then hanging down to clip onto the back of his waistbelt, the nine foot long chains swing down enought to still allow full range of movement and not get in his way. Twin, perpendicular hip belps hang diagonally around his hips, on them an assortment of throwing knives and daggers to which only Artem can touch, like HYDRA, being forged in the fires of the Black Flame. His black trousers fit to his form also, but still allow his full range of movement and acrobatic skills of milenia of training among the 5 times more gravity of the Astral Planes, where he spends his time living when now visiting the realm and his family. His movement is precise and controlled to the last muscle spasm that runs through his body. He takes a look about from under cover of the shadow of the tree that he had just risen from and he smiles. Not a normal, malicious smile, but rather a token of appreciation for this realm. It is peaceful for him thus far...

Kaien: *as Sam flew off into the sky Kaien finds the rifles aimmed at him just as a drop of blood lands on his shoulder from the skies* National Gaurd: YOU THERE!! HANDS IN THE AIR NOW OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE!!!!! *Kaien simply stood still, he could hear the commanding National Gaurd ordering him to surreneder but his heartbeat ecohed louder, steady but slow and powerful, each beat stripped away his compassion for others bit by bit, a warm yet errie sensation creeped up his neck as the sound of his beating heart grew louder, and his body heat higher* National Gaurd: YOU HAVE TEN SEC-! GAHK! *in an instant the commander was dead, as were his men, Kaien had literally pulled their spines out and squred their hearts with them and Kaien looked as if he had never moved. The only evidence to link Kaien to this act was the blood splatter upon his attire, matching the blood red glow within his eyes. In a 30floor apartment building however, horrified eyes as well as artifical watch and film the entire scene. Shaking hands nervously zoom in upon the dead bodies of the national gaurd capturing them in detail before turning to Kaien, who happens be looking directly at the camera, its owner gasping and falling back hard on his ass, before he can even react to the pain of his bone hitting hard floor Kaien was within the room slowly walking toward the male who had just celebrated his 18th birthday, behind Kaien was the males crushed camera, crushed by Kaiens bare hands. The male burrdend by fear couldn't move an inch, his body shook violently as Kaien stood over him, blocking out the ceiling light, a simple glare from his eyes and the 18 year olds body exploded, blood, bone flesh and guts flew everywhere in the room and within that same instant, Kaien was gone*

Seeing dozens of automatic rifles being leveled at her she had to depart quickly, drawin in more mpoisture as quick as she dared her form took on it's wtery state right as Samantha unfurled her black angle like wings. With one strong flap she was sent soaring into the night sky, bullets flying past her as well as through while she gained enough altitude that the guns would be useless, with that she floated on a current while deciding where to go and figures the underground is her safest beat.

Samantha stood watching and listened to the screams that were already starting to sound, the beings that had been sucked into the watery funnel now getting slashed repetedly with razor shar crystals. In the middle of all this chaos and havic samantha stood, the skirt part of her coat blowing out behind mych like a crap, her silver hair still swirrlinh about her head "is the national guard" she asked with a moking tone as a young male ran screaming by with a crystal embedded deep into his neck. "Come my child I can help" walking beside him she placed her arms over his shoulders and inspected the crystal "ah yes I can tend to that" her tongue slides seductively over her lips while she graps the crystal in her hand, acting to remove it before she slid her palm upwards and pressed the shard deeper, secering his air while he pawed frantically at his neck. The scene was chaotic, people on fire anmd running everywhere and Samantha seeming to gl where she chooses.

Out of the corner of her eye and to the left she took note of the large black van like vehicle that had arrived with several men quickly jumping out of the back with their assault rifles and kevlar jackets. "It seems we got the attention of SWAT" Samantha said with a chuckle, although she was none to plessed with those weapons, they could make short work of them quickly if they lost enough blood. Samantha begins drawing all the moisture in the air towards her body, he4r form beginning to shimmer ever so slightly under the moons glow. Raising her hands she pulled even more to her before unleashing to spires of water in either direction, frozen chunks of crystal inside each funnel that would rip flesh to pieces. She wondered if for a moment Kain worried about her, would he notice if she got caught...it was starting to look more and more as if Samantha were on a suicide mission.

Samantha briefly cut her eyes to Kaien before unleashing the frost covered orb towards the ambulances, the deep cold freezing the engine and making it come to a complete stop. With her hand still extended several crystal ninja stars (ooc ugh hate using that term but my mind went blank smh) appeared within her grasp. With a slight flick of her wrist the flew through the sky finding the necks of the EMT's that had gotten out of the ambulance, blood pouring from the wounds as Samantha had managed to land the weapons into the artieries of most of them. The wind picks up fueling the flames created by Kat and blowing Samantha's silver hair wildly about her head.

Glancing over at Kaien she smiled and nodded to her sister, the flames grew wildly in her hands and yet it didnt damage her hand in the slightest bit "Just like old times" she murmurred then hurled the fire ball towards the police cars and set it aflames the sounds of cries and screams grew louder.

Kaien: *arriving just inches to Sams left he stands, the smell of blood already causing a change within him, his heartbeat slowed but pounded hard within his chest, eyes shifting to a blood thirsty red as his teeth grew longer and his hair grew wild and frizzly, a beastly low growl ecohed from him* Hello hello

Standing almost shoulder to shoulder with her sister, Samantha too raises her left hand, palm upwards "fire and water sister?" She asks with a menacing laugh, the blood that had dripped down her chin now having dryed. A small blue orb begins to grow a few inches from Samantha's palm, the size increasing as frost forms on the outside of the orb. Their actions were going to make them hunted, but that was nothing new for them.

Her silver eyes glazed over as she saw the oncoming police cars approach and the ringing sounds of screaming in her ears etched a smile on her pale lips "seems I picked a good night to venture out" she smirked her fangs glistening in the moonlight "I cant leave you to have all the fun sister" with that she glanced at her sister and gave her a deadly grin as she held out her left pal and a fireball began to manifest in the center.