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This is where the Detente sit down and discuss various matters, it's here a decision is brought forward by General Beauregard to found a town, to begin something bigger and perhaps even grow further. The Elysium Edict is written and thus Verinotte Hollow is created and new era for Vankoryth Detente begins!

As written by: lostamongtrees, SkullJester, Terrus, Jo_Tunn, duramon, TheNoremac42, claw, Rulke


25 pieces and 24 characters involved, written by 8 different authors.

1 places involved




So begins...

They Grow up So Fast...


Room of ReasonSetting: Room of Reason


The Room of Reason served it's purpose, now more than ever. The Vankoryth Detente had swollen, holding record membership and impressive power among it's ranks. Families flocked from far and wide to pledge their alligience to this powerful group. Dieties had even turned their attention to the brethren of vampyrkind, wishing for support, blotting the sun with clouds so the night walkers could stride at day. Here, in the archaic stone Castle Vankoryth nestled deep within the Cursed Wood, undead powers presently sat themselves around a table carved for truth.

Brethren, Blood, fellow Creatures of the Night,


Casren Bistreo addressed the assembly, bowing to his elders and nodding to those below him. Most members of the Vankoryth Detente were present, the Room of Reason being large enough to accomidate all. Many were armed despite the safety of the room; this unsettled few.
The Vankoryth were not foolish.


All of you know of The Blood Edict,
All of you know of The Humanity Clause,


The Detente had since doubled, Casren noted in his mind.

There is more to be known, settle quickly ladies and gentlethings.
Now is the time to address the issues that have come to rise.


He looked to those with enemies, bad blood, and vengeance in their eyes.

Too many Vampires run unchecked in our domain,
Too many disgrace the name of the Night,
Families broken, kin run rampant.
By the Blood Edict, this unruly nonsense must come to an end.
These Vampires must be quelled in their path to disgrace.


Casren then turned to face the warriors of the group.

Our army grows, our army dwindles, seeming to stay at stagnant size.
While their armour is strong, their spirit is weak.
Where their moves are superior, their mana is lacking.
Do you have motions to fix this, or has the army no more interest in asserting it's athourity?


Casren next addressed everyone, regathering the attention of the room,

Those of us who fare fine on blood,
Do you ever suffer agonizing thirst?
Those of us require heartier meals.
Do you find your gut aching in hunger?
Our current alliances provide us with a steady influx of sustenance, however if any measures could be taken to quell any cravings, please speak your piece.


He gave a slight bow before addressing the next lot of Lords and Royalty that had happened among them. Many influential families placed themselves in the trust of the Detente, which was a pleasurefor everyone.

Your Highnesses, Lordships, Ladies, and Lovelies,

Finally, Casren allowed a smile to slip through.
Families of old and new.
Are you thus far satisfied with the level of security associating with the Vankoryth Detente insures?
How are your lands, Is the Domain hospitable enough?


Looking finally to the oddballs, the outcasts, and the non-vampiric, Casren addressed the beloved remainer of the Detente.

Are you comfortable?
Are you equal?
Is there anything specific to your cause that has not been addressed as of yet?


He elevated his voice, with a closing statement.

All who wish to present an issue are encouraged to do so, by Nyarlathotep.
As many may have noticed, the sun does not shine through the clouds in the day, enough to harm us in our domain. Our nights are clear, our moons our bright, the darkness is on our side. If you have heard of The Crawling Chaos, keep hearing.


Casren nodded solumnly, taking his seat at the round table. He looked from his kin to his brethren, waiting for someone to speak.
Daemala, seated to Casren's right, nodded with his words. She followed his gaze around the room, giving her sire full support. The few had grown into the many, the damned aligning for cause of alliance.

When her sire spoke of enemies, Daemala could think of only one foe. However, due to the recent Blood Edict, foes may not be so. Even the direst enemies of old could be friends of new in this transitional age. She shifted in her seat, not wishing to add to this topic of discussion just yet.

As for war, she found no interest, staring into the eyes of the warriors. They were strong, she noted with a lift of her chin, and surely their exploits would bring the Detente justice. She couldn't help but smile on her recent kin.

Daemala bowed her head as Casren did when he addressed the royal present. Such an honor it was to have the ancient families surface to serve the cause of the Detente.
Aye,
Daemala felt herself mumble when asked of the level of security. She hadn't felt this safe since the Order of the Dragon.

Speaking of dragons, Daemala looked to the lastly addressed, and smiled. Her mind was finally allowed to wander as Casren took his seat. It was not her place, as his direct line, to open the discussion further. Naturally, she would agree with most Casren had to say.
[color=maroon]This place was not somewhere Kaiser had ever expected to return. Months...no...it felt like years of an instinctual, permanently famished existence was not something he had ever hoped to recover from. Kaiser was never one for hope. His once fine clothes, white and red silk, tattered, shredded. His once groomed, crimson locks were dirty, matted, and clinging to his features like a drunk clings to his last drink. He did not walk tall. He did not walk with confidence.

No, even after regaining his mind, the blood fever sated, finally, he still carried himself with the air of a deranged, rabid animal. He could smell the 'Old Blood', even from the hallways, and his curse demanded that he drain them all. Of course, he knew that would be impossible. No matter how strong, he could not attack a coven of Elders and hope to survive...

Dusting himself off as best he could, which would yield little to no results in terms of cleanliness, Kaiser began to muster up as much courage and dignity as he could before entering the south hall, a familiar site, towards the meeting. This was the Detente, and despite everything, he was once a member. Guards would try to stop him, demanding clearance or identification. Who was this disheveled vampyre, who with no grace or respect walked their halls? They were silenced quickly. He had no need for them, nor would he ever. Even his own kind, if newborn or weak, were like paper to his now, almost comically long talons. Screams echoed like thunder through the halls. He made sure not to strike down a single one permanently. No, his 'leader' frowned on that sort of thing.

Only one thing mattered though, and that was that he spoke to Daemala, or Casren, though he much preferred the female. After all, she brought him into the circle originally, before the war with the Wolves. Before his disappearance.

More soldiers. More blood on the stone walls and carpet. Weapons cleaved, armor sundered, and before his eyes was the heavy wooden doors, so ominous and burdensome it was almost like
they chose who entered, and not the other way around. With a shove, the doors caved to his demand for entrance and he stood in the low light, before his Family and his 'betters', dripping the blood of allies, more beast than brother.
Welcome, honored guest,
Daemala faced Kaiser, frowning at the scene the large doors were closing on. What had gone on out there?

It was the scent that wafted towards here that confirmed her horrors. What had he done? Daemala motioned for him to sit besides her, instantly thinking better of it and rising to meet him. Her eyes flashed red, flicking from Kaiser to the Door, then back to a chair.

Did they need to take the conversation out side, or could he join the assembly in check?
As soon as his breath steadied, he wiped the sanguine from his eyes, resisting the urge to lick his lips. The fever was still fresh in his brain and he didn't want to risk anything more than he already had. At most...thirty odd soldiers lay crippled and bleeding in the halls, and not a single drop of Kaiser's blood had been spilled. His power had remained the same after all these months, if not increased.
He could see the look of...anger?...in Daemala's eyes, choosing to ignore Casren all together, for now. Leaving large, wet foot prints as he strolled, he made his way into the assembly crowd, taking the motioned-to seat, and waiting for the repercussions to commence...
Dakida walked into the room and looked around, curious as to what was going on as he raised an eyebrow. Before taking his silver flask and drinking some of the blood that was in it. His red eyes trying to watch everything that they could.
Daemala Tauvyr silently fumed, looking to Casren to continue the meeting. She took her seat again, keeping here eyes on Kaiser Zaun. Where had he been, and what was with the display in the hall? She would not speak out of turn and address it, but surely the death of 30-odd soldiers at the beginning of a large meeting was nothing to brush aside.
Dakida took one of the empty seats, not really knowing if it mattered where he sat, flask back on his hip as he looked from one to another around the room. Not knowing anyone, and not really having any concerns to note as of yet, he didn't really need to say anything, unless introductions could be made, then he might stand up and give one. But only if he was told to do so. Having been on his own for so long he got used to the idea of not being in the spotlight unless it was required for him to do so.
Kaiser was not sure if this would go over well, especially with such important folk here. In his mind, if he was...how he had once been, and saw someone in his current state take a podium, or even give a polite wave, only shreds would remain of the offender. Offender of the senses, of course. Honestly, it was as if he was determined to set a bad example. Aside from appearance, his voice was hoarse from months of neglect, and aside from the fresh bath in blood, his scent was less than appealing.

Nevertheless, Kaiser had pride, and finally, he had made it...home. It still hurt him to say, or even think those words. Most of the blood now dry, he combed back his hair, as well as he could manage, and rose to his feet, a pleasant grin on his begrimed features, took the spotlight, and cleared his voice.

"Fellow brothers and sisters...many of you probably do not know me. And after tonight's little, how we say, incident, most of you probably will never care to. However, I must admit, I have some questions, and concerns. When I was separated from my family," Kaiser took great care to indicate to Daemala first, then Casren, then the Elders. "We did not have these numbers. We did not have guards roaming the falls. Other families were trying to crush us under their will. I see we found a way to demolish our enemy, or at least send them running. I'm proud of what we've accomplished...I just have one question, more of a worry, honestly."

A pause. "Where do we go from here? I've only just come back under this great roof, but I must know, where do we go now? I fear complacency, and I fear a possible weakness that comes with great strength, an overconfidence. So I must ask...your thoughts, brethren?"
Ix sighs at the pointless fight in the hallway and goes to check for survivors. Most of what boss-man said didn't really concern him anyway. He was an "other", not a vampire but a shape shifter. His needs where taken care of and his wants where seen to that's all he cared about. Once in the hallway Ix surveys the mess before him. He extents an arm to taste the blood and yup, vampires, well they would be fine.
Lazarus pushed open the door gently,slipping in and taking a stand in the area behind Daemala. She was his Sire after-all and he had no idea how thing's worked beyond the fact that he was basically her blood-line. His weapon twisted around his hand out of sheer habit and blood dripped from the grey bandages that now encased his human-like jaw. He simply brushed his long black hair away from his eye's and stalked toward's Kaiser. A small drop of the guard's blood outside upon his palm as he held it out infront of the vampire,He did not care for needless blood-shed.

However aside from that,he observed the large array of people present,He was new. Hungry and eager to get to some fighting. He had fed yes but his lust to SPILL blood had not been so sated. The silent and heavily armoured "Man". The aura that surrounded his form and his glowing orange eye's daring Kaiser to question this "Family" and this Organization's Strength again.
"I see that you all have chosen to remain silent for now. This was the expected result. I can assume that we want our numbers to swell, and our enemies to shrivel. Such is the nature of our kind, be they hunting orders or rival families." He ignored the brute behind him for now. He had no need to acknowledge him, nor did he have an intention.

"We will grow weak, in time. Every family, every pact, every coven, grows weak in time. None of them, however, have ever had true vision, beyond holding on to whatever power they require." A smirk crossed his thin lips. "And I mean no disrespect to those gathered here, but the Order of Dragon, for example, fell to such insecurities as those I speak of."

A dramatic pause. He saw some features filled with disgust, others captivated. "There are ways around this, however. In time, the plans may or may not come to fruition. They may not even bloom. However...that is my one and only concern. Complacency. We must not allow that to happen." Kaiser bowed, and turned, intending to take his seat.
At one end of the table sat a lone figure. He was clad in a classic Victorian style charcoal suit, leather riding boots, a flamboyant, intricately knotted red cravat, a blood-red duster, and a matching crimson fedora with a wide floppy rim. A pair of circular, tinted, wire-framed auburn shades concealed crimson eyes. Two white gloves gripped his hands. One lightly held a wine glass filled with a deep red liquid. The figure scanned the other attendees with mild fascination. There was an aura of confidence about him that set him apart from everyone in the room.

"It is a fine night tonight..." he thought to himself. "Especially if you're a blood sucker." Alucard grinned wickedly.

"Some of you are aware of who I am." The elder vampire began. His voice bore a mixture of European accents." Yet some are not. For those who are not, you will learn of my identity when the time comes. However, in this day and age I am called Alucard. Some have called me the Ultimate Vampire, the Bird of Hermes, the Monster of Monsters, and the True Immortal. That last one is complete rubbish. True immortality is a myth... I may have been stamped with fancy labels over the centuries, but please... Call me Alucard.

"Over the recent centuries I have come across a sickness that infects our entire race." he began, glancing about the room through his auburn shades. "Many of our kind have fallen astray from the Walk of Eternity. Some have slipped into one ravine." he held his left hand out. "Consumed by bloodlust, they kill without purpose or thought. We may be monsters, but we are not savages. However, on the other side of the road in another ditch..." he opened his other hand. "We have those who have forgotten that they are monsters. They wander the land of light, in denial of what they are. Their fangs have grown dull and their skin glistening.

"It sickens me to see how far we have strayed." Alucard grimaced. "We must be the symbolic light of our species - a guide by example. Show them that we should be feared and respected, but teach them restraint. Let us not waste immortality on the unworthy.

"In my experience, there are three types of people in this world. There are Men, Monsters, and Dogs. It is up to you to decide what you are."
Many remained frozen as Kaiser forced his way into the room, some more shocked than others. A man dressed as a jester sat upon a chair, with legs crossed and back hunched over the table. Rarely did he leave the upper floors of the castle, and one could tell he was not particularly happy about doing so now. While Daemala had exhibited anger, Reisel Dracul had moved not a muscle, and Casren stay still except for his eyes and smile. What was with that smile, anyway? It had begun as Kaiser arrived, twitching and itching, shadowing every aspect of his face except for his mouth. Had he noticed Lazarus's discontent, did he smell Ix in lurking?

Reisel certainly smelled the flesh being, his eyes flicked over Ix and Lazarus. The armoured being seemed to know Daemala, but that was not the concern of the moment. Slamming a fist on the table, Reisel reacted to the state of the army in the hall. As no others appeared to express distaste, save for the silent Lazarus who had dissapeared from the room and out into the hall, Reisel chose to remain silent.

Now as Alucard spoke, Casren twinged in alarm. His mind swam to one monster in particular, who he feared would find offense in Alucard's words. Monsters or men? Certainly they were not dogs, no. Nasty, slobbering wolves were usually their enemy. However monsters technically they were all, some even more than others.

Mortuus Casren didn't think of as a monster, unlike others in the group, but she was certainly no Man. And what of the flesh eaters? What of those plagued and cursed in their nighthood? Daemala would think of the Harlequin and Lazarus. What of bloodthirst attracted her to sire? Were her kin Monsters , Men, or merely her dogs?

Reisel curled a fist, still glaring at Kaiser, disappointed his actions were not punished as of yet. He knew of monsters, he knew of dogs. He also knew of blabber and talk, and those who did far too much of it. Looking from Casren, who still had that look, to Alucard, who spoke of their duty of the night, he wondered what his family would have to say. The other Dracul's. In truth, Casren too was curious, looking to the Monarchs of the room.

Daemala, however, was far more concerned with the leaving of her kin. He was upset, and she hoped he would not act brashly. Hating the meeting already, she looked for solace in other female members of the group. Perhaps they would help her steer to lighter topics, or at least pass notes. It would seem perfectly timed, the body thumped through the hall door and onto the table, a dead guard landing directly infront of Kaiser.

Dakida gave a light chuckle as the corpse landed on the table. Clearly amused, his eyes looked from Alucard to the rest of the group of people. Other then that however, he remained quiet. Not wanting to say anything, gaging the other's reactions, focusing on Kaiser's mostly. From what he had observed, Kaiser seemed to be the one to hate...he wondered why that was. Casren, however seemed to lose his amusement in the slightest.

"Complacency indeed," Casren noted the restlessness of his Kin, staring at the corpsed corpse. "It would be unwise to stop until we have assured the stability of every one of our kind, assured their alliance, their compliance, and their satisfaction with the night."

Judging by the body upon the table, at least one member of their kind was not satisfied with the night. Several thump's sounded from out in the hall as another body sailed into the meeting, followed by a loud crash. Whatever Lazaruswas doing out there,he was far beyond being unsatisfied.

Much fixing to be done, Casren would think to himself as Reisel slammed his fists again and stood, shooting a harsh look at Daemala to please control her Kin. They were no dogs.

"And what of the army?" Spoke a small voice from the shadows, to the blatant displeasure of Reisel Dracul. Daemala took this opportunity to slip to the hall. Manik Chakur, former enigma, stepped to face his brethren. He was an elusive member, but a determined one with dedication. A true Detente Vampire. "Surely they can help the unsatisfied," Manik said with a smile, red eyes bulging from darkened lids. Riesel and Casren looked for Yves's reaction at this. As a flesh eater, Manik was never opposed to the spilling of blood, and quite liked the dynamic of his new home.

The Harlequin too had found his new home in Castle Vankoryth, but that didn't extend to all of it. Much preferring the upper floors, he felt considerably out-of-place attending the meeting. Eventually he looked up, having not been paying too much attention thus far, and began to admit it. "What's happening? I'm getting bored."

"Harlequin!" Echoed in Daemala from the hall, a reprimand from afar. She was never too busy, and never truly tired, of giving this kin Hell. Outside of the room, Daemala was working to find Lazarus and bring him back.
There would have been the distant sound of heavy marching feet, lots of them drifting from around the woods that enveloped the castle, slowly the sounds became louder and closer, the marching was in near perfect unison and the number of whatever host was approaching could not be counted by sound alone.

It would not take long for the marchers to be seen by those in the castle, first by the large flags which were held at the front of the group, two of them could be seen, one held the symbol of the Hio family whilst the other had the symbol of a shattered ornate lotus flower. After a while the actual marchers could be seen, a large body of them, all vampires and each had the two symbols on their chest, one on one side and one on the other. These vampires wore almost military black leather jackets and dark trousers and black leather steel toe capped boots, the only different being the first row who wore more oriental garb which looked very similar to Japans Boshin war many centuries ago, though these clothes were as red as the eyes of their silver haired leader, who wore a long coat of black fur buttoned to the neck and coming down to bellow his waist, bellow that were dark trousers and leather boots like the rest of the marchers.

This host marched in full body to the gate of the castle and did not halt expect for the gate keepers to allow them in, those who were more attentive would have been able to count the number of the army at 670, all were also armed with some kind of sword, though the origin of these swords came from the world over, as well as some more modern weapons here and there. Whilst the main body of the army halted in formation in the courtyard the silver haired leader and two of the red dressed vampires went on inside.

The three would head straight through the castle intent on joining the meeting, though at the door a small group of vampire guards stood in the way, hands on ceremonial sword handles, the silver haired leader simply looked at them and with a smile said to them "Move." The guards felt themselves unable to resist the order from the other vampire, no matter how hard they tried. In a few steps the three had passed them and burst through the door, opening them with a resounding boom to catch the attention of the occupants of the room, as they passed the threshold the guards found they were able to move once more. It was the leader who spoke as he moved for an empty chair. "So sorry I am late, my invitation seems to have been waylaid and I had to find out by word of mouth, in case you didn't realise my people refer to others by their 'last' name first so your messengers were probably looking for Kenshin Hio when they should have looked for Hio Kenshin, easy mistake to make I'm sure, it is rather hard to get a name around the right way is it not?" He almost chuckled as he sat down, the other two flanked his chair at a respectable distance.
As the new militant Vampire entered, a smile swept across Casren's face.

"Indeed, there appears to have been a mistake," Casren said to Kenshin Hio. He gestured to the rest of the room, after offering the newcomer a polite bow of the head. This was, after all, the first large meeting this century. Many of these vampires may have never met, and still many may be old acquiaintances. Kenshin, as of now, was a new face.

"Another from the East," Manik Chakur came to grin, "With the answer to my question." He looked to Casren, wondering if this was orchestrated.

"Ah, yes. The armies and the unsatisfied. Kenshin, have you come across much opposition in your travels? "

"I have," chimed Manik, finding his voice easier with another Easterner present. Reisel's nostril's flared, and Daemala came whirling back into the room. Opposition? Who would dare turn them down. Daemala thought back to the dawn of the Blood Edict, how they had decapitad and scalped Edward Cullen. It was a warning to all Vampires, but also a hand extended. The Humanity Clause had also sparked alliances, and was most to blame for the current health of the Detente.

Louis stepped into the room only to look around at everyone present and shake his head just to then leave.

"These Vampires must be quelled in their path to disgrace." Daemala quoted her Sire, before turning on her heel and leaving after Louis. As she left, the vampiress muttered something about a Magnum Opus, a storm in her step. Casren watched her go, then turned to face everyone.

"They must be quelled, but not before offered alligience. " Casren looked slowly to everyone as he spoke, everyone except for Alexander. "Why snuff the fire that can be tamed?"

"And if we get burned?" There was malice in his voice, but it was an honest concern. Casren turned to Manik, but Reisel responded first.

"We would burn for the sake of the Night," The stone gaze of Reisel never left Manik's face. "What is but a bruise in war?"

"And if we fail?" Manik spit back, aging noticeably, veins bulging.

"I fail to see how!" Reisel began to grow too, grow hair and muscle. His nails defined and sharpened inside closed fists.

Casren slammed his fist into the table, sending a wave of suppressive energy towards both Manik and Reisel. Casren did not care whether the vampires took offense to his actions over them, he would not watch them destroy eachother over peace. With a controlled breath, the elder vampire turned his gaze to Kenshin, and released the energy.
The question of opposition still stood.

Alexander meanwhile stood in the back, watching and observing. He knew his arrival would have been noticed, even if he said nothing here. At the same time, he found himself being careful about what he said. He looked at his father, then back at the others, unable to help thinking about the man again. The one who killed him. Not Casren, not his father, but the one who stabbed him. He had seen him only days again before coming here, hundreads of years later after he died. Why was Alexander killed? If he stayed alive all this time, it could not have been by coincidence. Alexander then connected the dots. Between what Casren was talking about, and what happened to him long ago, then for him to appear in the Domain of the Vankoryth Detente.... This was connected. Whatever The Detente wanted, it had something to do with what attacked him. But what was it?


Asked Casren of all aside the obvious, "Men, Monsters, or Dogs?"
Finally speaking Yves stood up, his Desert Eagle raised, he fired up into the ceiling and said in a clear French accent, "Enough of this bickering all of you, we all wish to display power, but none of us seem to have inkling of how to use it. I can count three people in here who understand power, the rest of you all around are pretenders. When I pledged my loyalty to this group, I expected results or at least some delivery on the promise, you bring a cannibal of our kind, more armies and clear sign we are divided. Well that may be but I will not stand for this, I demand we end this feuding, I was there when the French Revolution began and how it was crushed by it's own bickering, this is what we risk. So I say it now and with clear passion."

Pausing he would issue a proclamation, "Men, Monsters or Dogs does not matter, we are divided even in this so-called fantasy you call an alliance. Instead I say this now, we need a council formed from the Military, Cultural, Economics, History, Media, Foreign Affairs and finally Science. We are meant to be turning into a nation but look at us we are cursing one another, I declare for head of this council which shall form this nation Casren he understands this, as for History I declare Louise Vernon since he reads often. We are meant to act like a nation not be forced to quell to our primal needs, we are meant to unite our race, we should stop thinking of the group and thinking more like Otto Von Bismarck and his famous speech, 'Blut und Eisen' Blood and Iron, but also remember his advice, "All treaties between great states cease to be binding when they come in conflict with the struggle for existence. ".

"To unite the race we must give them no other choices I say now as General of Dracul's Family Army that now we do the impossible, we do the improbable we set out to build a safe haven for all vampires within these walls and outside, we shall form the The Nation of Vankoryth and all vampires who are here, and follow the rules shall be safe, my men are already aware of this plan and ready to set out in their goals to collect resources. Our goals are thus Established Council elected from this table and begin work on the Nation of Vankoryth and thus set our goals loudly to mongrels and blood-suckers alike we are aiming for peace but if you try fight us, we shall convert you by force to our cause. This is what needs to be done and know this my brothers and sisters I have seen many nations rise and fall this is why we must act now. LET IT BE KNOWN IN BLOOD THE NATION SHALL BE FORMED NOW, LET IT BE KNOWN WE ARE SAFE-HAVEN FOR ALL VAMPERIC FIEND. LET THE NATION OF VANKORYTH ARISE!"

With that he would bow and finish saying, "I hope now you people are back to the main point, and not worrying about power and other such inane concepts!"
Casren's eyes flashed to Yves, as the general had the full attention of the room. He spoke of expansion, of nations.

"An established council would be wise," Casren said with a smile, "However, all should elect this council, no? And, perhaps," He looked to Manik, to Reisel, to his Kin, "Not so much of a delegating council as...Committees!"

Manik snorted, but nodded in agreement. It wasn't the worst ideas. He didn't know how he felt about a whole town of vampires, and was certain walls were no way to give a good message. Reisel said not a word, looking to the eldest Dracul. He agreed with most of what Yves said, but everyone knew the General sometimes went overboard.e

Zosimos, however, stood and applauded. It was a slow clap, and as he emerged from the shadows to stand on the table center he swept the room with a twinkling glare.

"Commitees," The greek man relished the word, "Factions," His eyes were alive, fists curled. "Nations!" Zosimos punched the air, striking a dramatic warrior's pose.

"In the night we will rise, in this Wood we will flourish," Zosimos pointed to the shadows. A young woman dressed in a dress and carrying a doll would enter, less imposing and more innocent there were scars on her arms- self inflicted apparently she would giggle and say, "Little Annie knows people know how to kill you are, but united you will be stronger, and in great city walls you will be survivors."

"We have among us one of many, almost one of every. A Necromagika!" He of course spoke of the diversity of the Vankoryth Detente, and of the newly emerged woman of chaos. "Our blood runs thickest, as it is the sum of many. We will be survivors," Zosimos turned to Casren, his Kin. Suddenly, his posture dropped back, and Zosimos kicked his way towards Casren emulating a jersey boy

"You run this shit," Zosimos laid on the accent, "Whatcha gonna do 'bout the ones who doubt?"

"Make them beleive," Spoke a seething voice from behind, Manik Chakur. In response, Casren smiled his wildest of grins.

"An' the ones who won'?" With a nod, Zosimos turned to Yves, "Outta here."

Casren chimed in instantly, "This can only apply for Vampyric Blood. Ah," he sighed, pulling from his coat a parchment and pen, "It appears it is time for another clause to be added. Oh, the Blood Edict," Casren reminded Zosimos' quizzical expression, who was still a bit out of the loop.

Casren set to work writing.
Alucard sneered at his descendant, Yves. He lifted his gloved hands and clapped together. The elder vampire broke into an eerie, hair-raising, amused cackle. Candle light reflected across one of his white gloves, revealing the runic pentagram stitched into it.

"Bold ambitions..." he replied. "But are they realistic? Necessary? Man despises us - fears us - and for good reason. They likely would not find our amassing presence agreeable to their appetites for conquest and dominance. I believe Man will assail us in desperation, and only a Man can hope to kill a Monster." Alucard sneered.

"I agree vit Sir Alucard." replied a man with long white hair, who until then remained silent. He spoke with a distinctive and dignified German accent and like one who had authority. "Vee chould remain cautious in our campaign, yet act sviftly. If vee can cripple zee human empire in zee right vay, and bring zem benees our zumb, zen vee can assure zat our empire visstands any opposition."
"Ah!" Casren looked to Merek, halting his quill motions for the moment. "I don't believe it is the humans that are our true problem. We do need them though they don't need us," The old vampire cast a stern gaze around the room, "Something it would do us good to never truly forget," With a rounded scrape of his quill, Casren finished the clause he was working on and looked it over. Everything seemed to be in order.

"We need to regain control of the Night, but keep on good feet with the humans. However, I see no reason for there not to be a city for us. Certainly, the humans will be glad to have our kind free of their streets. Claim our land as ours, assert that the Cursed Wood is the land of the Night, the Crawling Chaos, and set ourselves truly equal to them. We will no longer be forced to die in their day, they will no longer be a burden on our nights."

Manik looked to Casren, then to Alucard, seeing truth in both their reasoning. "I see how this all can work."

Meanwhile outside the door, Tiaan was dealing with a stubborn boar, who did not seem to understand why they should unite and especially why politically they should keep their friends close, and enemies closer. Despite all this, she would protest, "Driselda, I love you dearly, truly dear to my heart, but you have no idea how politics work. We can't isolate ourselves and expect to be safe. This is insane and you believing we can live in some dream world and be hermits to our kind. You persauded me to become a vampire, but you seem intent on destroying us with your pride. I love you Driselda and would never hurt you, but I lived in politics most my life, I know what it all pertains too and thus why I keep an eye on it always."

Driselda growled loudly at the elf in front of her, believing her words yet still shaking her head "And i Love you as well Tiaan my dearest, my lover and joy. However I still do disagree with these Half Breeds, Falsifiers, Pretenders and Honorless dogs who would dare to invade your mind, steal your secrets and use your past to their advantage! These are not Vampires, they are common rats who would stab us in the back within moments They are no true Hunters like you and I...they who live among st the prey like sheep themselves! They do not deserve our respect and attention nor should they receive us in this 'Court' they have convened. It is an outrage!!" She said with force behind her words, gesturing to the door with points and fists as if to show her frustration

"They are the swine of this world and I would prefer to see this Detente burn down to the ground in the Light of the Sun and die like the animals they are" She grumbled and turned to look out the window silently, clearly stressed and angry about this whole situation

Sighing she would ask with conviction, "I said once and will say again Driselda, I am not weak, nor am I someone fragile who will break with their senseless attacks. I can build great castles my love composed of Ice and can shatter bones of most men and monsters, do you trust me? Do you love me? Do you understand I won't break, I will not fall into million of pieces..." she would look at her eyes wet, "Just... just... give me this... and you will see for yourself..."

Driselda would turn her head and sigh heavily with anger as her fist crashed into the window as she punched clean through the glass and then pulled itself out "I do not worry about your abilities, nor your skill nor your power. Its THEM I do not like, trust and am completely disgusted over. I find them appalling for using the tactics against prey as they did you. They insult you and I with such cheap tactics" She then turned to face Tiaan and gently took her hand in her own

"Fine...we will enter this room and engage the Half-Breeds....then we will go home and speak no more of this Detente...."

Smiling she kissed her lover's neck softly, "Thank you Dri, thank you... I promise you will not regret this." carefully she pushed open the doors and witnessed immediately a gun going off, then focus turned to the person. Eying scene warily she would whisper, "Once more unto the breach." with that she stepped through just after the German vampire had finished his piece.

Driselda glared at the room around with her lover with her teeth grinding rather loudly in her mouth as her fists shook but kept her mouth shut rather tightly. The Vampires were already firing off guns...what a group this was indeed...

Just watching silently, she would ready her magic to start channeling, and react.

The pattering of feet could be heard against the floor of the castle, Remilia Scarlet and Flandre Scarlet two of the group. Remilia was the only one who was not exactly effected completely by Fear, but she still felt the effects...her doubts...did she want to be part of this whole cherade? She was technically wiping people's asses every day, but regardless..she shrugged it off. She was carrying Flandre on her shoulder, as well as Sakuya. She was unsure if Elisia was following, but she couldn't care..she was more focused on helping her sister and her girlfriend...they needed help...She'd come to a screetching halt as she'd see the group of different vampires. "HELP. Anybody! Someone or something's attacked the mansion..we couldn't hold them off!"

Reisel sprung to his feet, along with the twelve soldiers he had hidden in the shadows. They leapt forth to catch and cater to the ladies.

"Who?" Zosimos' nostril's flared as the elderpyre glared at the girlies. Who were these people, he wondered sensing their power. Meanwhile, Reisel had charged from the room, calling men to arms as he stormed.

Elisia ran after the group of females as they moved through the castle. She ran as fast as she could. She didnt know why she was running, but she did it. Otherwise she would be left alone and the group would disappear. Everytime that she slowed her movements, she could hear the foot-steps of the doctors chasing her. She had to stay with the group, otherwise they would catch her. And that was the last thing she wanted. She was getting out of breath though and it made her a bit dizzy. She wasn't used to running and such. Those things were normally not done alot by here. She wasn't exactly sure what had happened. One moment they were in the mansion... Were she had woken up from some kind of nightmare. The maid.... She was stabbing herself. Was that the reason they were so hurried? Because they needed help.... A doctor. Elisia would then slower her pace at the thought of it. She was going to be trapped even if she followed them. They were actually going to some kind of doctor... But they did it to get help for the maid. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. She decided to simply follow them, seeing that there wasn't really another option. Stopping would only result in her getting caught. She would rather be with the group. She took a quick look at her hands as they ran. The blood on her hands.... It seemed so familiar, yet still terrifying. She should be used to blood, but this was different. It was the blood of herself and the maid... Combined. She had gotten some cut wounds on her hands after grabbing the blade. It didn't hurt though. The shout of the girl didn't calm her, but worry her. Hopefully the maid would be okay... She still wasn't sure what had happened. She had a bad dream... With her parent in it. But she couldn't remember her parents... It was very confusing to her.

"I smell flesh," Manik said, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Ah, shit," muttered Casren.

The new clause would have to wait.
Dakida gave a silent sigh before standing up. Looking to Casren, and everyone else who had voiced their opinion, and gave a silent bow. Before standing straight back up."I am sorry, but if its politics, then I'm not interested. Call me when there's real action going on. When we plan on actually doing something. Or if someone needs to get caught." The tone in his voice sounded like that tone you use when you want someone to fuck off. With the words spoken, he lit up a ciggarette and stuck it in his mouth. Taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out of his nose as left the room to go back to the entrance hall.
Glancing up he would sigh annoyed before saying, "Well appears we got bigger concerns, but I refuse to drop this point of the Nation of Vankoryth. I shall send some men to scout the Scarlet Devil Mansion and see what took place." with that he would point to some men, then towards the door, "If you see anyone you don't know, question then shoot them. We cannot allow people to wander around here, and threaten us." with that he would place a hand on Ember shoulder, "But what does my daughter think of this entire idea, she is after all new to the fold and I do believe we should allow her to voice her thoughts."

Kaiser would only study the offending corpse, at first. He could smell the absolute hatred that wafted off almost every single soul in the room, all of it intended for him. The one who shouted of nations annoyed him. The patrons and elders
bothered him. They all probably thought that they were better off without a 'disease' like him. Those with Kaiser's particular curse were never well recieved by their own kind, mostly...out of fear. Lazarus had meant to either intimidate or
offend him, however, he would have to disappoint the bandaged buffoon. Swiping the hair out of his own eyes, the devourer of kin and onced fevered Kaiser set to work. "If you hadn't stood in my way, welp, you would've lived to slay another..."
he whispered to the deceased soldier...before ripping into him, claws and fangs ablaze, making quite the mess. Already soaked in the sanguine wine of life however, the sloppy feeding didn't really bother Kaiser, as much as it probably disturbed
the others

Ember looked around nervously at the carnage and looked up at Yves. "We're being attacked??"

Sighing he would nod, "Appears so, but Ember what is your thoughts on my plan, I may be only a General but I think we need to take a look at this group and realize we need leadership, we need action, a nation would prosper peace and 'special' cases..." he would pause, "Try anything Kaiser and you will die in this very room." with that he would cough but continue, "As mentioned 'special cases' even they shall feel welcome in this nation for who is it for us to decide what vampires should be part of a nation, they would of course be part of the Detente but it's time we saw the truth here ladies and gentlemen, we have the chance to set foundation for a nation that could outlast us, which is momentous and beautiful thing." turning he would draw his Desert Eagle and think a little, before going on, "But, first we will need to realize one fact here today. We are divided and facing wars on many fronts, WW1 and WW2 taught us, wars like this can't usually be won... But we are lucky in that we have everlasting members to make this possible. If we form a nation we will achieve the impossible, we will have mortals scared, but also cure them of their problems of Vampires within Wing City, thus having this nation and city we would actually appease those fools..."

"But... I digress, I am not happy with all who are here, but I will not start a fight and weaken bonds, this is moment of truth and if you are think for second we can last without some proper leadership, no offence to my lords..." he would bow respectfully, "I am just saying we have grown to capacity that makes this impossible, so here and now I say this. We will be a Nation and we will be safe haven for all who stand with us." taking Ember's shoulder he would carry on, "I am aware I am only a General and can never hope to be as powerful as any around here, but I do believe as someone who knows history, we need to act now, or face this group falling apart."

Indicating to Ember, he would whisper softly, "Okay daughter, you may speak now."

She pulled a lock of black hair behind an ear as she glanced around at the others, trying not to get all nervous and focused her words more to Yves. "I agree. Like you said we have reached capacity here, we either need to expand to other places or stop expanding all together, which isn't really an option. I think it is entirely plausible that we could one day have control of more than just Wing City and surrounding areas, maybe the world?" She looked down at her feet, fearing she may have said something wrong.

After his little snack, Kaiser would wipe the blood from his mouth, chew, and swallow. It felt good to be in civilized company once again. And to have his self control back, after months of succumbing to the Blood Fever. "Ahem...No need to such threats, man of war.
Its not as if I would try anything, at this junction, at least." A smile crept onto his features, sly and lewd, his eyes wondering over the 'young' woman who had just spoke. "You did well. I can smell your anxiety, girl. However, I have to agree. In all honesty, nothing could truly stop us, if we played our cards right, proper planning and all that."

The smile only grew, perverted thoughts racing through his mind, not only of her, but Daemala, and others of the fairer sex as well. It had been months since he had seen a pair of breast, or any sort of curve what-so-ever. "I still retain all my contacts, despite my disappearance. Before my arrival, I went to my office and called up all those at my disposal. I still have my fair share of allies at my disposal, and thus, our collective disposal. Smugglers, politicians, religious zealots, law enforc-" He paused, growling...

Scowling he would interrupt, "Religious zealots?! I would rather hang myself than deal with the dogma of Catholism and it's lie of Christianity... Although if what you say is true, then I have to ask, why would they consort with us, I know of few zealots in Wing City, one is known as Jean-Paul and he serves the Assassins, there also seems to be a girl known as Daria... They both make it clear they want us dead, so I have to ask what can we offer them and why do they wish to serve us? Surely they can't have all fallen that far?"

Kaiser would cough, an eye raised. "I do not speak of them. I don't even know of them. Nor do I speak of the so called Christ and his sheep. No, I speak of cults. The Order of Mysticism, for one. As for why they would follow us, its very simple. The three motivations of mortals. Money, power, and fear and/or love. Emotion. The Order, to say the least, praises all things immortal, has hundreds of clerics, coffers filled with gold since the dark ages, and historical secrets going back since before the Dark Ages. The companies and law men, its money and fear. Its all very simple, as long as you use the right words, when needed, and kill who needs to be killed, when needed." He would lick his lips, flipping his hair back, almost dramatically. "Some have a way with manipulation, and some do not."

Just then then one of the occupants of Scarlet Devil Mansion would look up, her eyes wide, "THAT'S WHO IT WAS, THAT'S WHO IT WAS, SHE CALLED HERSELF THE EMBODIMENT OF FEAR!"

Having been about to say more Yves would frown at this outburst.

Ember folded her arms across her chest and gave Kaiser a glare, but a small smirk as well.

Alucard folded his legs and sighed. He traced a gloved finger over the lip of his wine glass. The elder vampire grew bored with the proceedings. So far the only interesting things to have happened were the abrupt interruption of the Scarlet Devil girl, and Kaiser devouring the poor sap in the corner.

"I have always found cults to be quite amusing." he sneered. "Christianity, to me at least, is simply another cult that devours itself from the inside. It is consumed by hypocrisy and politics. Ripe for the picking I say!"

Merek groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew he should probably say something to bring order back to the meeting, but how long would it last? Three seconds? This was a chaotic lot. Why were they even bothering?

Lazarus had found his way back into the room,his claw's clicking together feverishly,he had seen Kaiser devour a corpse. The Chaos happening around him and heard all this talk of Cult's and Nations. He didn't entirely care,He was new and aside from that he was on the verge of going insane. It had been a week since he had killed something and the lack of spilled blood was driving his Theranen brain to the edge. The pad on his weapon fizzed to life as he lifted his arm up to show the other's

"Nation's will always rise and fall. All that changes is the blood that is spilled. I will be here to spill the blood, nothing more and nothing less. I care not for your squabbles or your ranking, I am a hunter not a politician." It would read,before fizzing out again and leaving him to stand there in silence,spinning his weapon endlessly after the message had been read, his red eye's even more blood-shot and flitting about the room.
Zosimos clapped, loudly, once, like thunder. A smile had worked it's way on his face at the nature of conversation.

"It seems we are in need of an Elysium.
A place free of outside influence, where all of vampyrkind can come together without fear of attack, or prejudice,"
Reisel looked up to this vampire, this elder, and heard his words. Casren's eyes sparkled as he slowly slipped his paper towards Zosimos.

"Ahh, Sire, you are as always one step ahed,"

Zosimos plucked the document from where it was, and held it before his face. He then read aloud:


THE ELYSIUM CLAUSE

LET IT BE KNOWN The area previously known as Devils Nook shall be known from this moment forth as Verinotte Hollow, a designated village of peace located within the Forbidden Thick.

Verinotte Hollow, upon it's completion, will serve as a place of peace and harmony for ALL OF VAMPYRKIND. This being stated, any and every vampire wanting to seek refuse, solace, and home in Verinotte Hollow is permitted to do so.

LET IT BE KNOWN All humans and non-creatures-of-the-night who trespass into Verinotte Hollow have submit their lives to the whims of Verinotte Hollow's inhabitants.


It should most certainly do," He passed the paper to Riesel, who was looking at it expectantly.

"No, I heard," He stood, and looked to Yves.


Standing up Yves would say, "Well I shall set my men to the work, I imagine we can build something up within two weeks, as long as you're willing to pay them extra." he would point holster his Desert Eagle and say, "Well, if that is all... I shall begin with my slavedriving and also lay the first foundations for our merciful master whom rewarded us with constant darkness, thus we should give him something too."

With that Yves would take's Ember hand and lead her out.

Remilia sighed, seemingly, everybody was getting ready to leave. With this, she got on her feet, and hopefully Elisia, carrying Sakuya and her sister over to leave, deciding to head back to the mansion..they needed to guard the house either way. There were still people left.

Elisia did follow the group, after all she had no idea who the people in the room were. Sakuya, Flandre and Sakuya were the only three she knew and besides that, she was living with them now. Following them was probably what she was supposed to do.

Zosimos looked to the leaving girls.
"It would be wise to not leave that threat idle," Zosimos spoke to the remainder of the room, from his perch up on the table. He was liking this center-of-the-room thing. Whatever force of evil had attacked Scarlet Devil Mansion, it would need to be stopped.

Casren spoke up, "I can speak with Nyanthroltepm" he offered, then looked towards Kaiser, a smile slowly dressing his face.

"We should have a talk, long lost Blood."

"I suppose we should. When you need me, I'll be in my old stay place in the Castle, collecting my books, records, clothes, so on, so forth. I fear if they have not been moved, they'll be pretty dusty." He stood, kicking the remains of his meal onto the room's floor, yawning. "Have someone else clean up the mess...And the bigger mess in the hall, if you would. It would bore me too much to do so." With that, he bowed low and made his way from the room.

Casren clapped his hands together, and scooped up a couple copies of the new clause. "I'll be making more copies," He left a few behind for further dispersing.