Author: The Library
Post Date: Thu Jul 19, 2012 8:35 am
Post subject: The End of it All
Post originally by Character_Camille-Lexus
Camille stormed through the halls of the castle keep, livid at this turn of events. How could he betray her? “GODS!” She growled at the top of her lungs as she tried desperately to reign in the rage and hurt as it coursed through her. Her gloved left hand settled on Misery as she was escorted out by Vampires and golems alike. The Vampires didn’t dare touch her. The two golems were all brawn and no brain.
The previous night, while Camille and her guard had been out hunting for rogue vampires, a coup was staged. This wasn’t a coup because she was a cruel leader, or even a poor one. It was a take-over because someone wanted what she had built. Wanted the respect, the power and glory.
Many of those dedicated to her perished, Vampire and member of the harem alike. By the time Camille had returned to her home, it had been too late. The walls once more painted with blood and gore. Bewildered by the massacre and motives as well as the flashback to a terrible time in her life, it’d been remarkably easy to snare her. She wanted nothing more than to rip his throat out for the senselessness of it all.
Here she was, being led out without so much as an explanation.
“How could you do this!?” She hissed at her second, her friend and closest advisor as he walked ahead of them.
He called over his shoulder, “Come now, Camille. Did you really think I would follow you forever? Be glad you’re still alive.”
She lunged for him then, enraged beyond sensibility and control. She’d never lost it before like she was now. The fleshy golems that were her “escort” snagged at her, holding her back before she could even properly brandish Misery. They were supposed to be her golems. She struggled with her all of her great strength against the unrelenting grasp to get to her target. When she failed, she set her accusations upon him.
“You slaughtered half of our people in this process with your stupidity! Why are you doing this?”
“I do not have to answer to you any longer. You will be escorted off of the property, then I suggest you flee to whatever corner you can find. Once word spreads that you have lost control, I’d be willing to bet that some of your old enemies will surface.”
Her beating heart, the legacy she’d shared with him and a few other chosen, along with a stronger moral compass, seemed to want to simultaneously implode and burst from her chest with the ache of this betrayal. She said nothing else as she was dragged out. There was nothing more to say. Reason did not appeal to him.
He was ‘kind’ enough to leave her a horse ( they weren’t her biggest fans in general, but there were a few that had grown accustomed to her ) as well as a mysterious satchel full of what would later turn out to be gold and some personal effects. She vowed as she rode off to take back what was hers. What she’d built. Little did she know that she would never be able to keep it.
( I'm incredibly rusty, please forgive how terrible this is. It's a starting point for how Camille ended up in Aleris. If anyone would like to play a Lexus or start a story line just let me know! It would be nice to bring a bit of the Lexus' back. )
Camille stormed through the halls of the castle keep, livid at this turn of events. How could he betray her? “GODS!” She growled at the top of her lungs as she tried desperately to reign in the rage and hurt as it coursed through her. Her gloved left hand settled on Misery as she was escorted out by Vampires and golems alike. The Vampires didn’t dare touch her. The two golems were all brawn and no brain.
The previous night, while Camille and her guard had been out hunting for rogue vampires, a coup was staged. This wasn’t a coup because she was a cruel leader, or even a poor one. It was a take-over because someone wanted what she had built. Wanted the respect, the power and glory.
Many of those dedicated to her perished, Vampire and member of the harem alike. By the time Camille had returned to her home, it had been too late. The walls once more painted with blood and gore. Bewildered by the massacre and motives as well as the flashback to a terrible time in her life, it’d been remarkably easy to snare her. She wanted nothing more than to rip his throat out for the senselessness of it all.
Here she was, being led out without so much as an explanation.
“How could you do this!?” She hissed at her second, her friend and closest advisor as he walked ahead of them.
He called over his shoulder, “Come now, Camille. Did you really think I would follow you forever? Be glad you’re still alive.”
She lunged for him then, enraged beyond sensibility and control. She’d never lost it before like she was now. The fleshy golems that were her “escort” snagged at her, holding her back before she could even properly brandish Misery. They were supposed to be her golems. She struggled with her all of her great strength against the unrelenting grasp to get to her target. When she failed, she set her accusations upon him.
“You slaughtered half of our people in this process with your stupidity! Why are you doing this?”
“I do not have to answer to you any longer. You will be escorted off of the property, then I suggest you flee to whatever corner you can find. Once word spreads that you have lost control, I’d be willing to bet that some of your old enemies will surface.”
Her beating heart, the legacy she’d shared with him and a few other chosen, along with a stronger moral compass, seemed to want to simultaneously implode and burst from her chest with the ache of this betrayal. She said nothing else as she was dragged out. There was nothing more to say. Reason did not appeal to him.
He was ‘kind’ enough to leave her a horse ( they weren’t her biggest fans in general, but there were a few that had grown accustomed to her ) as well as a mysterious satchel full of what would later turn out to be gold and some personal effects. She vowed as she rode off to take back what was hers. What she’d built. Little did she know that she would never be able to keep it.