Bael slammed his fist into the crypts door for the umpteen time. Finding no seay in the stone, even in its weakened state. He drew back, exhaling.
"Have you found anything?"
"No, only signs of battle from someone entering the crypt, smells like human."
Bael tsked, fingers combing his hair. A deep glow of crimson widening as he tried to figure their way out. That is when they heard it, Bael much rather felt the crypt shift, it's cool quiet atmosphere suddenly whining as it picked up in degree.
A tension tightening, suffocating everyone there.
Bael's eyes narrowed. His eyes flicked at the door.
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After Riel left the graveyard. Its quiet demeanor returned fir a time.
The graveyard was unkept, only its fencing seemed rather well kept up. With thick stones hardly weathered, iron bars straight as an arrow lining the walls. The gate itself a simple iron gate, with an emboldened symbol.
A trade scale with a skull in the middle.
Just beyond that fence a nearly buried dirt road, much of it covered by brush. No more than a game trail now.
Yet the seeming quiet atmosphere whined. A film of dimness fallong iver the area. Before a swell of shadows along the beaten path manifested a whistle humming out.
Its tune soon followed akin to london bridges falling down, before its lyrics coursed.
"Vampires falling down, falling down, falling down. Vampires falling down, my fair lady.. Go.."
As the tune coursed the smooth and light voice dimmed in volume, its seemingly liud whisper beginning to hiss. Until the last part fell into a malicable tune.
The swell of shadow so black that even oil could be light in comparison gave way to an emerging man. His final word hissed out giving way to two shadows to burst forth with speeds beyond the human eye. Their movement hardly bothering even a blade of grass. They raced past the graveyard and into the forest.
Whilst the emerging man finally emerged from the shadows. His skin so pale he could pass for a ghost, clothes so white that even a speck of dirt would stain them. Only the cream colored eyes gave him any color aside from the chain of his jacket running to an expensive silver watch.
This man could be as Victorian as you could go wearing a fashion known as 'Devils ware'.
With a white cane in hand, a top hat atop his white hair and dressed for a civil manner it was gold that he could be found here. In the middle of nowhere near the graves of an old civilization.
Yet looks were often deceiving. He was no different. The man had a smile, his presence didnt disturb the actual surrounding. Yet it very much did so to any being of unnatural cause. His very presence amongst men is inaudible, whereas the unnatural feeling of the screaming pressure threatens to crush them where they stand.
He glanced at the graveyard, his body pivoting towards the gate entering with a slow gait.
Eyes scanning the tombstones, before his eyes locked on to the tomb door, cracked and brimming with necrotic binds.
He tilted his head, the whining atomsphere shivered. The tomb door trembled. The binds undid themselves before the door was promptly atomized on the spot!
His eyes met Bael who was both surprised by the sudden event and awed by the sheer pressure on his shoulders. Yet it faded away soon after.
"Well dont just stnad there, introduce yourselves!" The man's grin widened. Tossing his cane up a little to catch the mid shaft. Before his othet hand swept the top hat off. He did a slow bow, hat in front cane behind him.
"My name is Buer Bloodbane"
After greeting them, the man returned to his original poster. Bael blinked before responding along everyone else.
"Greetings Buer Bloodbane, i am Bael Roselle."
"... I am Aiel Grypre"
"... I am Floyd Werior"
The other four were Tor, Feur, Zaspire and Helen.
Buer smiled as his cane slid hitting the dirt without much of a sound. "Good to meet you fellows."
Bael took in his surroundings. "Sir, did you happen to see a group like us but larger-"
"Yes" Buer interrupted them. "Don't worry all but the one holding the book will be taken care of. You should reach your master before he takes Farevie.
Bael's eyes widened. He wanted to move and kill this man for purely knowing that secret, but his senses screamed at him to run. No running wouldnt help.. Kill kill kill himself! He shook his head. Only finding that Buer had take no action nor made an indication of behavior change. As if he didnt notice the sudden potent killing intent.
He heaved at the thought and nodded witha. Studder. "T-thank you. Come let's go to our.. M-master before Riel does." He tried to pass off the thought and event Though unnoticed by the others.
Buer stpped aside, letting them pass. They thanked him before Buer stopped Bael with his hand out.
For a hand shake.
Bael smiled as did Buer. He took his hand and shook it. "Thank you, i'm not sure how you knew. But thank you."
Buer closed his eyes with a sign, before his grip tightened and his eyes opened, a deep crimson bore into Bael as if he was a book.
"Your welcome, He is my master too. Take care not to be rash. We wouldn't want our dear master to lose such a trusted individual. Would we?"
Bael damn near screamed when his hand was crushed. But not because he held in the pain. He couldnt speak, he couldnt move, a horrid pressure so much worse than before cracked the dirt under him. His bones whined, flesh beginnibg to fester with eldritch pain coursing in his veins. He felt blood rise to his throat as his internal organs began to liquidfy. Then all the pressure, pain, and anomalies faded. Leaving behind a cough of blood that burned in the sun.
"I.. I..under..s..tand.."
Buer blinked, the cream color returned within that moment.
"Good, now move along you have a weeks travel ahead of you!"