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Prince Caspian
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A cold wind whistled through the night as a wispy claw of clouds began to close around the moon. On the edge of the rotting, twisted haunted forest stood Castle Thornbriar.
Yamato Enguzuri stepped through the cobwebbed-choked front gate, whipping strands away from his kabuto. The hilts of his twin katanas, Arashi and Shinobi, jutted from the back of his sode. A banner of his clan was fixed on the back of his Rune Beetle Carapace armor. The bushido warrior's armored boots clanked against the cold floor.
Suddenly the shadows began to melt before him into a large, gaunt figure with a sallow face and blazing red eyes. It was Rot Cadaverous, the horrific nosferatu lord of this haunted realm! The object of Yamoto's quest.
Cadaverous's baritone voice echoed as if from the bottom of a well. "You have found your doom, mortal!" The unholy one threw back his head in a long, punishing laugh.
When he looked back at his prey, the words froze in his throat. The interloper wasn't trembling in fear, he wasn't fleeing, he wasn't getting into a desperate combat stance. Instead he saw Yamoto whipping off his mempo and presenting his exposed throat with a huge grin on his face.
"Whuh- what are you... what are you doing, mortal?"
"Go ahead! Bite!!" The warrior gleefully implored.
Cadaverous was a bit nonplussed and bewildered, but he quickly recovered. "I, uh, I will drink your lifeblood! I will drain your body of your warm susten..."
"SO DO IT," The samurai curtly cut him off. "Look, I need to be a vampire. It's an easy way for me to double my damage output. And the more you're sitting there blah-blah-blahing and playing all Count Chocula is more time when I'm stuck at my 200 DI. I'm a busy samurai, you Dracula reject. SO GET TO SUCKIN ALREADY."
The ageless abomination took a step back and awkwardly rubbed the back of his own head and looked down. "You know what? I'm really not that hungry any more. This is... weird, man."
The samurai threw his mempo down hard. "LOOK GAI-JIN," he thundered, "I spent three weeks riding on a Tokuno Galleon to get here. ALL other vampires in the realms are at Twilight and True Blood auditions. WE ARE DOING THIS."
The undead lord stepped backwards and pointed a trembling figure over Yamato's shoulder, "Uh, look. Um, I think you need to leave. J-just, just you know... just leave me alone, OK?"
With this, the samurai angry grabbed the vampire by the hair and shoved the vamp's face onto his neck. In panic, Rot Cadaverous turned into a bat and flew in a panic deep within his castle.
Yamato cursed and picked up his mempo. That third rate Lugeosi was crazy if he thought Yamato was walking out of here alive. An undead terror couldn't hide in his castle like a wimp forever.
SOOOOO
How do I make a sampire? Is there a guide somewhere? I'm finally giving into the "if you can't beat em, join em" mentality.
Yamato Enguzuri stepped through the cobwebbed-choked front gate, whipping strands away from his kabuto. The hilts of his twin katanas, Arashi and Shinobi, jutted from the back of his sode. A banner of his clan was fixed on the back of his Rune Beetle Carapace armor. The bushido warrior's armored boots clanked against the cold floor.
Suddenly the shadows began to melt before him into a large, gaunt figure with a sallow face and blazing red eyes. It was Rot Cadaverous, the horrific nosferatu lord of this haunted realm! The object of Yamoto's quest.
Cadaverous's baritone voice echoed as if from the bottom of a well. "You have found your doom, mortal!" The unholy one threw back his head in a long, punishing laugh.
When he looked back at his prey, the words froze in his throat. The interloper wasn't trembling in fear, he wasn't fleeing, he wasn't getting into a desperate combat stance. Instead he saw Yamoto whipping off his mempo and presenting his exposed throat with a huge grin on his face.
"Whuh- what are you... what are you doing, mortal?"
"Go ahead! Bite!!" The warrior gleefully implored.
Cadaverous was a bit nonplussed and bewildered, but he quickly recovered. "I, uh, I will drink your lifeblood! I will drain your body of your warm susten..."
"SO DO IT," The samurai curtly cut him off. "Look, I need to be a vampire. It's an easy way for me to double my damage output. And the more you're sitting there blah-blah-blahing and playing all Count Chocula is more time when I'm stuck at my 200 DI. I'm a busy samurai, you Dracula reject. SO GET TO SUCKIN ALREADY."
The ageless abomination took a step back and awkwardly rubbed the back of his own head and looked down. "You know what? I'm really not that hungry any more. This is... weird, man."
The samurai threw his mempo down hard. "LOOK GAI-JIN," he thundered, "I spent three weeks riding on a Tokuno Galleon to get here. ALL other vampires in the realms are at Twilight and True Blood auditions. WE ARE DOING THIS."
The undead lord stepped backwards and pointed a trembling figure over Yamato's shoulder, "Uh, look. Um, I think you need to leave. J-just, just you know... just leave me alone, OK?"
With this, the samurai angry grabbed the vampire by the hair and shoved the vamp's face onto his neck. In panic, Rot Cadaverous turned into a bat and flew in a panic deep within his castle.
Yamato cursed and picked up his mempo. That third rate Lugeosi was crazy if he thought Yamato was walking out of here alive. An undead terror couldn't hide in his castle like a wimp forever.
SOOOOO
How do I make a sampire? Is there a guide somewhere? I'm finally giving into the "if you can't beat em, join em" mentality.
