Setting
Room of Reason.
Inside the room cuts away from the more polygonal layout of the rest of the castle to become almost perfectly circular. The walls are lined with various tapestries depicting scenes from folklore and mythology. A banner tapestry of the Vankoryth Detente emblem hangs on display. There is only one window, little more than an arrow-slit, is often covered by a miniature pair of crimson 'curtains'. The room is candle lit by an old chandelier which hangs from the ceiling.
The centre and main attraction of the room comes in the form of the large, round table carved from stone that sits in the middle. With enough room for perhaps twenty people to sit around the outside; and each would get their own chair fashioned out of oak and decorated with a slim, bold-coloured cushion.
Room of Reason
Leading off to the south from Castle Vankoryth's Entrance Hall via a heavy, wooden double door, is the Room of Reason. Inside the room cuts away from the more polygonal layout of the rest of the castle to become almost perfectly circular. The walls are lined with various tapestries and the only window, little more than an arrow-slit, is often covered by a miniature pair of crimson 'curtains'. The centre and main attraction of the room comes in the form of the large, round table carved from stone that sits in the middle. With enough room for perhaps twenty people to sit around the outside; and each would get their own chair fashioned out of oak and decorated with a slim, bold-coloured cushion.
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Castle Vankoryth.
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The Harlequin [68] Do you want some... Entertainment?
Kaiser Zaun [45] The supremacy of our kind is more than a simple notion, it is a cold hard fact.
Louis Vernon [43] Vampire.
Reisel Dracul [36] Bear Mountain
Michael 'Mac' Cardson [33] "Fight to live, and live to fight? I'm not so sure..."
Lazarus Bloodwheel [32] They say that the very sky cried blood upon his entry to the world. Then again,He was born moment's before the great war.
Yamada michigana [31]
Catira Edrene [31] Am I so terribly unassuming? Marvelous.
Casper Harpert [26] "I've probably got at least a month on me right now."
Dermot Whiting [25] "Larder's full, boss."
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Daemala accepted his hand and rose, looking towards her kin with a slightly bewildered expression.
"Surely! Whenever you are ready, then."
"Surely! Whenever you are ready, then."
Dominic Mulligan nodded, quietly, turning to follow the two, inwardly shaking his head at the term "brother".
Mariotto would take up his same seat two spots to the right of Casren only to lean back in his seat and let out a deep sigh. "So what is on the agenda for tonight?"
Casren Bistreo settled down in his usual spot, two to the left of Mariotto, patting the seat to his left for Daemala to occupy.
The Harlequin would, as usual, take a seat besides or stand close to Daemala; who, despite earning great disrespect and dislike from him, seemed to be the only person he actually had interest in.
Xiucosendr Von Delacroix arrived, noting the vicinity and all it entailed. Carrying forward into the room, spying where everyone had seated themselves, the male eyed a vacant seat intently as if observing something. With a shooing gesture, he lowered himself into the chair.
"I've already suggested my idea," was all he said while crossing his arms over his lap. Xiucosendr also seemed to attract a little of his attention... But he said nothing to the man; trying to avoi staring as much as possible.
Mariotto would look to his right to Casren only to smirk devilishly. "What is on the menu for tonight?"
It would seem the man wished to keep his thoughts within that constricted cranium, beneath those dingy bandages, as not a single word escaped him. Instead, his role was that of the silent observer. Always watching, analyzing, deciphering, mentally dissecting. Curiosity.
"The crest could be discussed over a meal. I had eaten a pretty young couple just a couple of hours ago when I first left you and the Jester, Daemala, and I suppose it is not another to understandable if I wish to have something else to chew on." Mariotto would just cross his arms and look around the room only to pull out a single flask as before and open it up only to down half of the contents within the container. "Let us discuss the topic of our supposed 'crest' once everyone is satisfied with a meal."
The Harlequin peered at Casren rather suspiciously at what he said. Surely he wasn't suggesting they eat him? A small part, a small fraction of his mind, hoped that he was. He wouldn't have to worry about the rules then, would he?
He said nothing.
He said nothing.
"A meal sounds delightful!" He then turned his attention fully to his grandkin.
"Harlequin, I've heard of your antics. Tell us, what do you have cooking?"
"Harlequin, I've heard of your antics. Tell us, what do you have cooking?"
Daemala Tauvyr pouted. Disgraceful. Absolutely disgraceful. A crest was important, damn it, more important than playing with your food! She remained silent, glaring at the stone table.
"I wasn't aware I was supposed to be preparing a meal," he admitted quite solemnly. This was a strange turn of events...
Mariotto would just look around and await to see if he was going to have to bring the meal to them. Mariotto would glance at Daemala only to smile devilishly at her knowing she was angry and at first it would seem odd that the second youngest was honestly thinking about killing the entire 'family' off but Mariotto would hold his cards for now and see what would happen.
"Shall we dine?" Slapping his palms face down on the stone table top he peered around the table, taking in the hungry faces of his brethren. They could take to the streets of wing city, or tear through the scenery itself.
"Might I propose a hunt?" The simple inquiry was offered to the group, free to be decided upon by them. In truth, he was craving something fresh and lively- something consumed entirely in fear, screaming to the careless gods for their meaningless lives.
Mariotto would turn his gaze towards the newcomer only to smile and nod. "I like that idea. Something to get the blood flowing through the ones we will dine on."