Sambuco of the Sangue di Bistreo
You need not cry,
You need not die.
He drawled, hypnotic eyes fixed upon her, repeating her insults back as if they were spoken in praise.Foul beast,
a devilish smile revealed fangs that were shorter than expected. They were not to be underestimated.Unholy creature, forsaken of the Lord, the Father,
The old vampire advanced towards her, bare chest shimmering beneath his blood red toga. The vampire, though old, was strong. He came from a time of physical prowess, where the mind and the body were worked to their extent. Slowly, he continued towards her, wishing to corner her, wishing to assert his power.My kind,
Your kind.
There was a laugh on the edge of his taunt, He came close enough to touch, breathing in deep the scent of her frightened flesh. Yes, any and all would be wise to feel fear in his presence.Yes, you are Van Helsing,
He leaned in close, looking deep into her eyes,And so you will be a Van Helsing,
Forever.
He whispered to her,I am Zosimos,
She most likely couldn't hear,I am your Sire, you are my Kin,
Welcome to your new life.
Brethren, Blood, fellow Creatures of the Night,
There is more to be known, settle quickly ladies and gentlethings.
Now is the time to address the issues that have come to rise.
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.
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?
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.
Your Highnesses, Lordships, Ladies, and Lovelies,
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?
Are you comfortable?
Are you equal?
Is there anything specific to your cause that has not been addressed as of yet?
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.
Zosimos juiced, mocking Casren's Italian accent. His voice slipped lower, into a laugh, which began deep in his throat and came to echo in the room.Good luck with that, deary
More of that menacing laughter.You wish to live eterninty with a snapped neck? Don't let me try to stop you, as if it would work,