The Ronin, The Sorcerer, And The Sheriff (Dr. Nibbles x Andypants)

[andypants1990]

Not very much happened in the Town of Dirt. But that was how people liked it. Any travelers that came by were instantly seen as outsiders, either here for trade or a night's rest before going on their. Because why else would anyone visit Dirt? Nearest gold mine was at least two days travel, not a single yard of farm land as far as the eye could see... Not to mention the rather scary and dark areas to the north that no one seemed able to come back from once they ventures through. Yes Dirt was a one way stop to a dead end, best to stay a night and then turn back the way you came. But for the residence of Dirt, life was alright. What land could be farmed on was in town, a well in the middle to keep people healthy. A self contained community of no more then a hundred people used to living out on their own. But it was in Dirt that this whole mess would begin, and like any problem.. It always began with outsiders.

It was another normal day, sun rising, citizens starting to get to their work. The striking of iron in the blacksmith's barn, the heaving of produce and goods into the general store, everything having it's place. All of course under the guidance of the Sheriff. The Sheriff was a tall, board shouldered, and fairly attractive man who wore his badge pride. His pistols always at his sides as he made his way out of the Sheriff's Station. People greeted him, a smile on his face as he greeted them back, even if he put a genuine and caring face on, his green eyes were always aware of what was going on. So to no ones surprise did the Sheriff turn when the wind blew, as if alerting everyone of the posse that was strolling into town.

A group of six men, wearing ponchos and jackets, came into town on horse back. Looking dirty and well traveled it was obvious that the group needed a days rest before moving on. The Sheriff making his way from the general store to stand in the middle of the street, bringing his hand up to wave but more importantly halt the group. “Mornin...” The Sheriff said, tilting his hat back as he looked up at the men. Two had missing teeth, another had an eye patch on. Rag tag assortment of clothing... And even what looked like looted goods. Definitely bandits. There was a fine line between helping travelers and helping criminals... Though Suzy down at the inn could use some gold. “What brings you to Dirt?” The Sheriff asked, the man that was leading the six would spit on the ground. “Business.” He spat out, looking at the Sheriff for a few moments before looking up. “Where's the inn?”

“Well we do have an inn over yonder but I am not too sure it will live up to your tastes.” The Sheriff said with a smirk, his eyes roaming over the man's gear, but more importantly the large sack that was hanging over the back end of his horse. “What you got in that sack there?” The Sheriff asked, the man spitting again with a look of utter boredom. “Potatoes, you got a problem Sheriff or can we pass?” He asked, idly setting his hand down on the grip of his holstered gun. The Sheriff raising an eyebrow as he looked at him. “Well I don't think so, do we?” And before the man could respond there would come a sudden fidget in the sack of “potatoes” before a clearly muffled cry could be heard. “Yeah we got one.” The Sheriff said before pulling his pistol from his side, as fast as he could he brought it up fanning the hammer of his revolver as he emptied all six shots. His gun sizzling lightly, the six bandits staring at him for a few moments. It was only when his bullets casing hit the floor did the six fall from their horses, bullets buried into their foreheads. The Sheriff exhaling softly before he started reloading, his feet taking him right over to the sack of “potatoes” that had suddenly stopped moving. With his gun back in the holster he would grab hold of the sack, whatever was inside of it started to kick and struggle.

“Calm down already I am trying to help yeah!” The Sheriff shouted, but to no avail, the man pulling a knife off from the back of his belt. Stabbing the bag which definitely got whoever was inside to stay still, however he didn't stab her, quick to pull up and cut a giant hole into the sack to reveal... A woman? The Sheriff blinked a few times, “Well I'll be damned. What did a bunch of no good bandits want with a pretty thing like you?” He asked, quick to bring the knife down to undo her bindings, his hand untying the gag they had to keep her from talking.

 

[Dr. Nibbles]

The petite, blonde woman stood up, free from her bonds she brushed off her clothes and looked at the dead bandits. Served them right, but all the woman cared about now was getting as far away from civilization as possible, for as long as she was here in a town, all the civilians were in grave danger of... the thunder rolled off in the distance... Him. She thought. How did he already know?

"My name is Eurwen... Princess Eurwen." She curtsied, despite the current nature of the situation, she was still propper and elegant. "And who might my fine savior be?"

As much as she wanted to thank the Sheriff, she new that the rain clouds quickly closing in were the harbinger of someone far more sinister... or something.

"I do hate to be rude but is there any chance I can inquire where to buy a horse?" she asked. "I assure you my father is quite wealthy and your town will be reimbursed handsomely."

 

[andypants1990]

“Oh a Princess huh?” The Sheriff asked with a smile, this definitely wasn't the first time someone had try to claim royalty or lordish or some sort of higher rank. Though it was cute to say the least coming from this Eurwen. “I am the Sheriff around these parts, but you can call-” However the groaning of one of the bandits now laying on the ground filled the air. The Sheriff blinking a few times before he pulled his gun out, not even looking he pointed his gun at the bandit and fired another shot, creating a second hole in the man's skull. “Where were we? You need a horse?” The Sheriff asked, completely unphased by shooting a man, his gun going back into it's holster as he looked at the little lady.

“Assurances are great and all but they don't keep the belly full you know what I mean?” He asked, smiling the best he could while trying to figure out how to put it to her delicately. There wasn't really any freebie out here, no one was going to just give a horse out on credit. “You gonna have a hard time convincing Pete to give up one of his horses for free but I will be more then happy to take you there.” The Sheriff added, a smile on his face before he turned to start on his way. There was one man that had horses in town, really he ran the post office, or at least what one could consider a post office. “Though maybe you should stay a night here in Dirt? You must have been through a lot and I can definitely get you a room for free seeing as you only got assurances and all.” The Sheriff added as he looked at her, she definitely was the most attractive thing he had seen around Dirt well ever sense he wandered up here a few years back.

 

[Dr. Nibbles]

The storm clouds began to collect overhead, turning the sky grey and sending dust and leaves about as the wind increased drastically in a matter of moments. Eurwen looked pallid, like seeing a ghost, as she looked off into the distance, seeing a swirling torrent of black clouds. He wasn't just aware of the Princess, he was furious she escaped. She had to get out now.

"Kind Sir you are the sheriff of this... charmingly rustic little town aren't you." She said stepping in front of him. "If you could comendere me a carrige or a horse I would be greatful as I'm sure your people would be. Those men were meant to take me to someone. Someone very powerful and if he comes here he will kill everyone or worse. Please sir, you must believe me, I can't stay one more moment in this-"

Before she could finish her sentence, the sky opened up and began to pour on the Princess and her Knight in brazen leathers. "Oh no." she whispered.

 

[andypants1990]

“Would you look at that? Rainy session isn't for another two months...” The Sheriff stated, his footsteps stopping as he looked up to see the forming clouds. That was definitely... odd. But then again nature was a cruel mistress after all and weirder stuff has happened over the years. What with the death marshes forming to the north, or the mini tornadoes in the deserts to the south. But what was more alarming was how Eurwen reacted. What was getting her so scared? Maybe she was afraid of lightening! Oh then she would definitely have to stay if it was going to rain. Looks like someone was looking out for the dear old Sheriff after all!

He would look back down to see Eurwen standing in front of him, but her tone had shifted drastically... To one of desperation even as she stood and looked up at him. She was begging him, the Sheriff actually confused now. Talk of someone very powerful? Coming to kill them all? Sure they had to deal with the occasional werewolf or abomination around these parts, but it was never something that the Sheriff couldn't handle. “Hey it's ok. I don't care who or what is after you. You have my word little missy that just like those bandits I will protect you and see you through to where ever you came from.” The Sheriff said with a smile, his hat protecting his head from the sudden rain that broke out of no where.

“Besides there is no way now you are heading out in this freakish storm. Let's get you to the inn, you look like you need a good meal.” He added, laughing lightly as he softly grabbed her by the arm, trying to politely persuade her with his body language towards the inn. Pretty much not putting any worth into talk of powerful beings and the like.

 

[Dr. Nibbles]

Eurwen watched as crackling shots of pink lightening unleashed its full wrath into the ground below. The thunder quickly followed. Among the rolling noise a whisper was heard, a whisper of a ghostly voice that only haunted the ears of those magically inclined. Eurwen recognized the voice, and it chilled her to her core.

"Sheriff, wait," she said following him to the inn. By the time she came to her senses the sheriff had already reached the inn and was several feet away. Eurwen ran to catch up, lifting her dress to avoid dirtying it in the mud. As she drew closer to the sheriff, who now stood in the doorway, another bolt of pink lightening stuck, this time much closer, the whisper turning to a spiteful yell.

The "princess" ran inside out of fear and was met by a rag-tag motley crew of local patrons. She swallowed hard and held onto the arm of the sheriff.

"Do all these people own guns in this town?" she inquired, not looking up to meet the sheriff eye-to-eye.

 

[andypants1990]

The Sheriff looked rather confused as he stood at the inn's swing doors, not from the sudden storm but from Eurwen's lack of desire to escape from the rain. Last thing the pretty little girl needed was to catch a cold or heaven forbid pneumonia. And she seemed to drag her feet in the now shifting mud. It was almost a laugh to see the “princess” jump at the next crack a lightening, the woman underneath the safe wood of the good old inn once her feet touched the ground once more.

“Yeah I reck'n every one of these fine individuals has themselves a gun.” The Sheriff said with a smile, tilting his hat to the locals. “Billy, Carl, Eugene, Spenny. This is Eurwen, she just came to Dirt no more then a few moments ago. Billy, you mind getting her something to eat and some water?” The Sheriff asked, Billy the bartender nodding his head before he went into the back. “Let's not have more talk of powerful beings or whatever you are afraid of comin ta get cha. You in good hands now, best you take seat and wait out this storm, then we can figure out what to do about a horse.” The man said, walking her over slowly to the nearest table. Sure he enjoyed how she hung on his arm, but there was a sense of fear that The Sheriff knew was more then just the spooks.. Whatever she was talking about really was scary to her, well whatever it was it would go down with a body filled with bullets just like everything else. The Sheriff going so far as to pull the chair out for Eurwen like any gentlemen would.

Even if the Sheriff was hospitable it seemed the locals wouldn't give Eurwen much. Old Carl just spitting into a nearby can as he gave her a look over. Eugene and Spenny were playing cards but now just sat back an awe or fascination or just dumb witted confusion to seeing a woman like Eurwen. She definitely was a foreigner, but then again Eugene and Spenny had been born and raised here in Dirt. So any lady that strolled into town would definitely get their attention.

 

[Dr. Nibbles]

Eurwen was escorted into the building and was given a seat. Out of kindness she took it, her large dress squishing against the old wood of the chair, no doubt, causing it to swell. Eurwen wiped the wet hair from her face and met the Sheriff's gaze yet again.

"Sir I appreciate your Southern Hospitality but I honestly must say that-" Eurwen's sentence was not finished when the third and closest bolt of lightening struck. This one caused the pneumatic generator to flux, the lights flickering in and out and the candles lit to suppliment the soft glow of the electricity were all blown out simultaneously. All of this bizarre phenomena was swiftly followed by ethereal thunder that sounded closer to a banshee's scream than thunder. The doors blew open as a strange wind rolled through Dirt, a wind that whispered, "Eurwen".

"No," Eurwen said in a panic, standing up "He's here."

The fourth and final crack of lightening toughed down right outside the inn, lighting up the town in a brief pink glow. Three more bolts of lightening stuck again, all next to each other in the town square. The power went out entirely now, and the town went dark and silent. The wind stopped and the rain ceased. Only the sounds of clacking chains and footsteps could be heard, approaching the inn.

 

[andypants1990]

Now this time The Sheriff was starting to feel a little less confident. Not so much in himself but more in his disregard for the spooks and fears that the Princess had. Lightening didn't strike like that, and in no way was The Sheriff ignorant of magic. It was a real thing that people could manipulate and abuse, but fortunately the town had a defense for that kind of stuff. Some years back before The Sheriff had drifted to this town a man had came and set up a generator. This generator actually acted as a lightening rod of sorts that would direct any use of magic to the generator. Pretty much stopping abnormal beasts and the like from abusing their natural magics on the good old folks of Dirt. Then it was a simple matter of shooting them down.. But this was different.

That fourth surge of lightening had definitely overflowed that generator... And not just that generator but the one that supplied the main power to the town. The Sheriff starting to give credit to Eurwen's words... Which meant they would have a fight on their hands, “Get Billy's weapons. Right now.” The Sheriff ordered the locals that were freaking out already, Billy coming out with food only to find the others racing for his bar counter to reach over for the shotguns, pistols, and rifles that Billy kept underneath. The Sheriff pulling his pistols out as well as everyone waited, hearing the chains clacking and the footsteps approaching.

“FIRE!” The Sheriff shouted out and all five of the men started shooting. Each shot would light up the person shooting and a little bit of the room. But what they saw with these moments of light was something straight out of a nightmare. The Sorcerer was just a walking skeleton, adorned in armor with the stare that could only be compared to death. As the men unloaded their guns it seemed to do nothing to the abomination that was still making his way into the inn. “RELOAD AND KEEP FIRING!!” The Sheriff shouted out, quick to reload his pistols as fast as he could. Actually dumping the shells and spinning the barrel, shoving six shots into one and then the other before snapping them back into place to continue firing.

 

[Dr. Nibbles]

The bullets whizzed widely past the sorcerers head, he continually approached, his enterouge of cloaked specters in black following him into the in. The skeletal creature that stood before them simply raised his talon-like hand and stopped the bullets in mid-air, robbing them entirely of their momentum and velocity. Those that struck the specters seemed to do no damage as mortal weapons had no effect on the phantoms beneath their cloaks that seemed to drift like black smoke in the wind.

The Sorcerer himself struck fear into the hearts of the mortal men by standing in their pressence. All seemed shaken by this creature except the sheriff, who continually pumped shells one after another at the head of the skeletal beast. It hissed with its long, fanged maw and repelled the bullets back, striking each of the towns folk with multiple, steaming bullets. The Sorcerer approached Eurwen, who was terrified of him with all her soul, but also seemed to loath him.

"You have evaded my capture too long dear princess" he said with a hiss, with a voice that came from nowhere but was heard everywhere.

 

[andypants1990]

“Fuck...” The Sheriff said when his pistols ran dry, the others already having given up on shooting out of sheer fear of this creature. Within a blink of the eye the bullets that would of hit him were repelled, everyone except the Princess getting peppered with lead. The Sheriff wasn't spare this fate either, he falling back to the floor, a good three bullets in his stomach and chest, a few in his leg. The others were so lucky.... Billy had a hole going through one of his eyes, Carl two holes through the throat. Eugene and Spenny the Sheriff couldn't see but their lifeless bodies told him they had passed on.

Out of sheer heroism or anger or whatever damn emotion was pushing the man, The Sheriff heaved his body over to Billy's picking up the shotgun that laid at his side. Quick to turn back over he would point it at the Sorverer, maybe close range, with his attention diverted he could get a shot off. The Sheriff quick to pull the trigger to unleash a shotgun blast on the advancing horror.

But just like the other bullets they would do nothing. The shot gun would suddenly be snapped out of his hand before a dagger appeared, thrown so fast by one of the phantoms that when it hit The Sheriff's arm it would slam down above his head, digging into the wooden floor below to pin his arm in place. “AHHH!!!” The Sheriff cried out, gritting his teeth as he tried to pull the dagger from his arm.

 

[Dr. Nibbles]

The phantoms dispersed stabbing the dead to assure that is how they stay. Their long elegant weapons glowed with ethereal flame, easily puncturing the fallens' mortal flesh. The sorcerer payed now heed to the Sheriff, he was just another dying mortal at his feet. Merely another stepping stone to his ultimate victory and achieving his insidious goal. As the phantom approached the sheriff, brandishing a wicked scimitar, the princess leaped before him to take the blow. The phantom ceased its movement and hissed in anger, pushing the princess out of way with little trouble.

"Please, these men did nothing to you, Sorcerer." she proclaimed, with tears welting in her eyes "Take me and do what you will but please, I beg of you, show these men mercy."

"Mercy?" questioned the Sorcerer. "You wish I to show mercy to a mortal. Why would I do such a foolish thing?"

He turned to the still somehow living Sheriff and placed a large, bony talon on his face. A burning sensation filled the Sheriffs body, causing him to wrack in terrible pain.

"STOP!" Eurwen cried "You're killing him!"

"I assure you my dear," spoke the eccentric liche calmly "I am doing quite the opposite."

The sheriff fell cold, his body no longer aching, his eyes going blood red and his skin turning pale.The last bit of warmth left his body as his imortal soul was absorbed by the Sorcerer.

"I bless you with powers beyond your comprehension mortal." he whispered into the Sheriff's mind "Yet, I curse you with life eternal."

 

[andypants1990]

Alright... Three seconds... Pretty damn irritating.. Five seconds.. The Sheriff's teeth began to grind as this foreign pain continued to amplify. Seven seconds and The Sheriff was crying out in pain. “AHHHHH!!!! FUCK!!!!” He shouted, hands clenched, body trying to move but only resulted in fidgeting. There was a moment where his chest shot up, head tilted back into the ground as he arched his back as if something was trying to break out of his rib cage. Eyes well on their way to rolling to the back of his head as the only goal right now was to just stay conscious... But even that seemed to be too much as The Sheriff started to pass out, the word's that the Sorcerer whispered into his mind fading as his vision faded with it.

The next thing the Sheriff could comprehend was a sudden warmth on his body, not a burning but definitely a discomfort. Of course this brought back the memories of the night before and the Sheriff quickly sat out, as if he had passed out for just a moment and all the shit that was happening was still going on. But when he opened his eyes he was met with blinding light, the man having to bring his arm up in front of his eyes to shield himself. After a few moments his eyes would dilate but even then the sun light seemed brighter then it normally did. Wait it was morning!? The Sheriff was quick to lower his arm, turning to see the dead bodies of the four that had been in the inn the night before. That irritating warmth still crept onto his body as he sat in the sun, the Sheriff actually getting up and moving to the side where there was no sun light. The Princess was gone, the Sorcerer and his phantoms no where to be seen... The Sheriff quickly looked at his arm, there was a clean cut through his sleeve, that dagger definitely had cut through his arm.. But what should of still been a nasty wound had completely healed, a scar no in it's place. “The hell?” The man asked, his skin looking paler as he stood there.

The Sheriff was quick to walk over to the bar counter, having to squint his eyes when he walked past the sunlight that was creeping in from the front door. He looked at the giant mirror that hung up behind all the booze, his reflection absent in the mirror. The Sheriff raising his arms in the air, as if trying to wave... But nothing. “Over here!!! There looks like there was some sort of shoot out!!” The voice of a man came from outside, The Sheriff quick to turn and head for the door. What the hell was his problem with the sunlight?! He could walk into it but damn was it uncomfortable. He would figure that out later, he was quick to open the inn doors just as a man in foreign looking clothing came up. “We help there are-” However before the Sheriff could finish his sentence there was a sudden tug at his stomach. The man looking down to see a sword run through and out his back. This soldier based on what he was wearing had sooner stabbed the Sheriff then spoken a word. “There a vampire here!!” The man shouted, quick to kick the Sheriff back. The Sheriff falling back out of the sunlight of the door way, having grabbed the sword by it's blade and taken it with him.

The Sheriff felt like gagging as he laid there, slowly pulling the sword out before dropping it on the floor. Looking down his stomach would quickly heal like nothing happened, a fresh scar replacing the wound. The soldier would step into the Inn pulling out a pistol but The Sheriff's body reacted before he could even protest, The Sheriff almost blur as he got up in front of the soldier. Grabbing the man by the wrist he would twist his arm until bone would suddenly protrude out from his fore arm, The Sheriff's eyes almost glowing red as they focused on the man's exposed neck as he cried out in pain. The Sheriff's other hand grabbed the soldier by the face, cranking his head to the side before he moved in and bit into the man's neck.

The sun light that was shining down on The Sheriff's face again irritated him, but the blood, the taste... It washed over the sunlight like that blissful moment after you just had sex. The Sheriff breathing heavily through his nostrils as he drank and drank and drank as much blood as this man had to offer. After a few moments the soldier would be lifeless, falling down onto the ground with a giant gash in his neck, The Sheriff left standing there in the doorway of the inn mouth and chin completely covered in blood as he looked at the six other soldiers now standing at the ready with their pistols and rifles drawn. What the fuck was going on? Why did the Sheriff just drink that man's blood? Well he would get no answers here. For the second time he would be met with a shower of lead bullets, and unfortunately for him he wasn't thrown back into the comfort of the shade. Riddled with lead he was quickly bound and locked up inside of a cage that these men had brought with them.

“Where are you taking me!?” The Sheriff shouted, somehow he wasn't dead... In immense pain due to the bullets now in his body and the sunlight that shined down into his cage... But somehow alive. The townsfolk that he had protected staying inside their homes, watching these men take him away. “Shut your fucking mouth vampire! Your master has taken her highness and now we are going to take you back home and find out as much as we can about him and his fortress!” One of the soldier's said before laughing, another soldier coming up and basically smacking the man upside the head. “Shut your mouth you dumbass. No need to talk to the prisoner.” He stated before moving along, the cage that the Sheriff was in was on top of a cart, being pulled along by a horse while the others rode on horses as well. Any more questions or statements that the Sheriff had, especially ones about not knowing anything about the Sorcerer were met with a bullet. Of course the Sheriff was amazed that he wasn't dying... Hell three days of riding along and still he was breathing... But he learned to keep his mouth shut for now, just because he didn't die didn't mean he didn't feel any pain.

After the fourth day of travel the group would make it to Glensworth. A thriving and bustling city that was so large that it could be considered it's own kingdom or province. There were all manners of people and beings that walked the streets and filled the houses. Taverns and blacksmiths and all sorts of professions seemed open for business. The place was at least ten or twenty times the size of Dirt, it having been a long time since the Sheriff had seen such a place. But his view of the city would quickly go away as he was taken straight to the mansion that was in the center... Though it looked more like a castle then anything else.

The Sheriff was quickly beaten and forced to wear shackles, rather heavy ones at that. A weird sort of iron mask was placed on his head, completely covering his mouth. And then it would begin. First came the whipping, flogged jagged pieces of metal fixed into leather straps tearing and slicing at the flesh of his back. The Sheriff gritting his teeth for the first ten or so strikes... The next forty definitely causing the man to cry out in pain. All of this was done in sun light, a panel being opened to let the sunlight in and onto The Sheriff. Once the man stopped whipping him the panel would be closed.. and like some grotesque magic the flesh on the Sheriff's back would start to regenerate, heal, and scar over. The bullets that he had been riddled with four day earlier pushed themselves out of his body. And this torture continued. More sadistic and brutal forms of torture seemed to be able to be used on him since he was no longer mortal. His intestines pulled out from his stomach, burning coals replacing the spot on the ground he could stand on. Every time he would be questioned, where was the Sorcerer, how could they enter the fortress. And yet each question was met with the same response.. “I don't know!!”

And after what felt like hours the Sheriff would be brought to a cell, body fully healed from the lack of sunlight down here... But that only meant that in the cell the Sheriff was literally chained down to the floor. Even if he had the freedoms to leave right now he really wouldn't, pretty much slumping down onto the floor in nothing more then tattered pants since all the torture had removed his boots and shirt. Was this what the Sorcerer had planned? To give him the gift of immortality just so he could be tortured again and again? Truly... The Sorcerer was a sadistic bastard.

 

[Dr. Nibbles]

"Hey, you're that new guy." spoke an unfamiliar female voice. It wasn't a dainty, feminine voice, it was course, with years of hardship and months of torture under her belt. The Sheriff saw a rag wearing woman with long, ratty black hair wearing what was little more than a tarp. She looked to the Sheriff from the other side of a barred wall. Reaching between the small gaps of the bar the girl stuck through to the sheriff's side to shake his hand.

"Name's Hotaru." she said trying to extend an offer of friendship to the downtrodden vampire. "So a vampire huh, the sorcerer really is scrapping the bottom of the barrel these days for thugs."

She sat back down, her chains keeping her only so far away.

"So how'd you get yourself into this mess?" she inquired.

 

[andypants1990]

The Sheriff laid there with his masked face mashed to the ground, so tired and worn out that he wasn't sure if whoever was speaking to him really was there. Slowly the man would turn his head to see that someone was in the cell next to him, a woman none the less, not in much better shape then he was as he laid there. He was the new guy now... great. He couldn't help but laugh a little, though the laughter ended when he saw the woman bring a hand up offering to shake.

For whatever reason, be it civility or good manners, The Sheriff would slowly get back up. The man taking the few feet he needed before bringing his hand up to shake her own. He had found out that whenever he was close to a human, especially a few of his torturers, his eyes always seemed to drift and focus in at those major points of the body that that sweet blood seemed to course at. And as he shook this woman's hand he didn't find that urge. What did that make her? What did that make him? He didn't introduce him, simply nodded his head before he would let go of her hand, sitting down and turning so he back would be next to the bars.

“Well.. a week or so ago I was a Sheriff. These group of men came into my town with a girl inside of a sack. Obviously kidnappers so I killed them and helped the girl. Turns out the girl is Princess Eurwen of this place. I tried helping her but the Sorcerer as everyone keeps calling him showed up pretty much took her. And it seems turned me into a god damn vampire.” The Sheriff said with a sigh, resting his head against the bars as he sat there. “So some guys were following the kidnappers and assume that I am the Sorcerer's thug as you so put it.” He added, just shaking his head. “And I guess you already know how understanding they can be.” He said as a joke, laughing a little then. “How about yourself?”

 

[Dr. Nibbles]

"Seems we don't have two different stories after all." She began, "It seems that those thugs were the ones who gave me the slip-up. A couple days ago I came here to capture the princess. Unlike you, I actually was working for the Sorcerer. We met up with these guys after capturing Eurwen. Except they betrayed us. Made themselves look innocent. Of course daemons don't get much levity around here so...me and my clan were ambushed. We were set up."

Hotaru sighed, pushing her short brown hair back and leaning against the wall, red eyes meeting the Sheriff's. "They killed pretty much everyone but me. Those that survived... well they're probably long dead now."

Hotaru was, despite her downtrodden appearance, quite attractive. Gorgeous body with, short, straight hair, peircing red eyes and pale, flawless flesh. Two horns protruded from her scalp, very small and not sharp, but they drove home the concept of her daemonhood well. The deal was only further improved by her sharp teeth and long fangs, each looking as though they were filed to a point, but it was naturally formed. Her blood was not full daemon, the Sheriff could smell human in her.

"Point is I hate the Sorcerer as much as you. He's burning bridges for some reason and I not only want to kill him for the sake of my clan but I want answers. Why does he even need Eurwen, and why is he assuring that no one who sees her is left alive or innocent?" Hotaru was extremely inquisitive, her devotion and energy burned like a fire. Being of daemon she was made of pure emotion, it was keeping those emotions in balance that allowed her to stay on this plane of existence.