Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20131112133018/@comment-3293219-20140123102754

(Thirteen days later...)

Herrick dissapeared into a cloud of bats as the redguard lunged forward, reappearing over Caleb as he tried to get up.

"Die already!" The vampire lord cried out in rage, the malfestation in his voice sent shivers down the spines of the weak willed. Caleb didn't listen, he'd fought every kind of foe imaginable and nothing would hold power over him...

He grabbed his sword and swung it around, only to notice that Herrick was gone, the pirate spun around to get grabbed by the neck and held up in the air, slowly being choked.

'''"You are NOT my equal!" Herrick bellowed as he got ready to throw the dunmer, "YOU are noth-" '''Herrick then screamed out in pain as his left wing was cut off by the redguard's katana, he staggered around, trying to free his hands to reach it and try to supress the pain with his fingers. Desperately, he slammed Caleb into the floor and reaced over his shoulder to try and grab hold of it. He cried out in pain, a second time, as Morgen shot his wound with a well place arrow.

"You little harlot! You'll pay for that!" Herrick snapped as he spun aroud to face the child, building up his drain life spell.

Caleb scrambled to his feet with a large, red gash on the side of his head, that was still sticky with blood. His knuckles were badly cut up and he had bruises and cuts all over his upper and lower body. He slowly shambled towards the hulking beast as it spluttered his threats, unaware that the old dunmer still had some life in him.

Just as Herrick was about to fire a drain life spell at the girl, Caleb staggered over to him and fell forward, driving both of his swords into the vampire lord's back. Herrick, quickly, found himself in too much pain to speak as the dunmer twisted the swords, inflicting as much pain as possible.

"Y-you...!"

"You talk too much..." The redguard muttered, kicking the vampire in the chest and watching him fall to he floor.

Caleb, barely, got out of the way as Herrick hit the floor with a loud thud, shaking the groun around him. The redguard and the dunmer looked over to eachother before approaching the fallen lord. He was slowly dying...

"The... Heretic... cannot be stopped..." he wheezed, "even... if you take... my... life..."

Caleb shrugged and slammed his sword through the vampire-lord's skull for good measure, he smirked as he pulled away, still leaving the sword embedded in the monster's face.

"Sorry... didn't catch that."

"Captain!" One of the guards cried out from behind the fence, kneeling down beside Fenris' body. The nord had been thrown into a barracade, he was impaled and he died, not long after.

Caleb looked away feeling some pain for the nord's loss but not much, he'd lost a lot over the last few years and the death of a stranger wasn't really all that tragic anymore.

He turned around, ignoring the vampires as they began to flee the battlefield and return to whatever plain of Oblivion they were sent from. The Redguard joined caleb's side as did Morgen, who hopped down from the rock that she had used as a tower.

Jarl Balgruff appeared from Dragon's Reach, spreading his arms out and cheering. "We have triumphed in our darkest hour!" It was rare that the Jarl showed any kind of excitment toward war but today was a special day, his city was still standing after a battle with, what could only be described as 'the embodyment of all evil.'

The guards and Morgen all bowed at the sight of the Jarl. Caleb didn't, nor did the Redguard, they didn't care what this Nord lord's title was, to them he was just another asshole.

The Jarl glanced over to the dead vampire lord, a smile grew across his lips...

"You helped my guards take down a vampire lord and hold off reinforcements."

Caleb's eyes darted around, being the center of attention was something that he loathed. "Well... the redguard did most of the work."

"Jarl balgruff! This dunmer took the vampire lord, single handedly!" One of the guards blurted.

"Hey, she cut his hand off and-"

The redguard frowned and shook her head, as if she was more afraid of the attention than he was.

"Where is Fenris?" The Jarl asked suddenly noticing his abscense, this was an answered prayer for Caleb.

"He... didn't make it." One of the guards muttered, she was quite shaken over the whole thing. "Fenris... he died for the people of this city, his sacrifice will not be forgotten."

He then glanced over to Caleb and his group with a smile, "With Fenris gone, we need someone who's a proven leader and capable fighter..."

"Wait... what are yo-" his advisor was cut off as the Jarl raised his hand.

"It seems that Whiterun has a new Champion..." He said, glancing over to a, confused, Caleb and Redguard.