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Thoroark Eldren

An ancient vampire frozen in youth, returned to raise a realm of his own on the grounds of his kin.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by duramon

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Thoroark Eldren's Story

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With a small push the tavern door would open, behind it strode forth a black-cloaked man, or rather, Vampire, with snow white hair and a faint smile as he assessed his surroundings. As he began to enter a small entourage of red-cloaked men in masks and armour began to follow, only to be denied by a wave of his hand, exiting the tavern to wait outside. He walked his way up to the bar and flipped his cloak-tail up behind him to drape over the seat as he took it.

He waited, quietly, to be served. An air of regality around him, but beneath it was something somewhat sinister, calculated. So he folded clasped his hands and simply, waited.

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The vampire nodded appreciatively and gracefully lifted the glass, cradling the bottom as he sipped at the liquid. "Aaah, exquisite, exactly what one needs after a long eon of travel. I, am Thoroark, and I believe you and I have business madame Tauvyr." He mused, setting the glass down and bringing out a medium-sized nugget of gold, placing it on the counter with a gentle clink.

"Forgive me if I underpay, it has been awhile since I entered the realm of civility." He said apologetically, taking another sip of the exquisite liquid and taking in it's scent. "Is Zosimos present? no, I don't suppose he would be...tis more for the pity is it not?" He continued to muse absently as he swirled his drink.

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"A walk?" He chuckled to himself, shaking his head in amusement before setting down his glass. "Quite a long walk indeed, I never suspected he'd leave his brood and nest for a walk." He stated amusedly, looking directly into her eyes with his own cold blue orbs, his smile not reaching them.

"Now madame Tauvyr, you and I need talk in private. There is much I need to learn of my brothers life and kin, and much work to be done if we are to revive his nest hm?" He purred, sliding the nugget forward slowly and taking a deep sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving hers, as once more, he waited to be served.

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He held up his hand to stop her, not moving from his seat but turning to face her, drink in hand once more. "My eyes and ears have saw what once was, and my men explore the remains. I arrive, exactly as I was meant to, when that which Crawls intended." He responded, his voice turning to hushed tones as he trailed off.

"It is time to change the day madame Tauvyr, I have come with men and money. Now that we have been forgotten, it is the perfect time to grow as it were, this Wing City has not abolished our agreements as I recall and we must remind them of them..in due course." He stated, slowly rising from his seat. "If you are not satisfied with my offer, than I will prove my claim as it were."

He removed a single black glove and held out his finger, a single droplet of blood falling into his glass and spreading through it like a tendril until the liquid glowed, and without a word he held it out to her.

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"I am Thoroark, and I have been on a journey without rest for eons. By all means madame, lead the way, this is after all, your home." He mused, waving to the exit with an open hand, taking a sip of his drink as two of the cloaked entourage returned and waited by the door.

"If you do not mind I shall be bringing along my two finest, if we are to discuss the nature of our rebirth then we will need officers to lead the work." He mused with an amused smile.

The setting changes from Tauvyr Tavern to Castle Vankoryth

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From the vehicle strolled forth the cloaked man and his entourage at his side, he raised his hands palms upturned and sighed in content "Aaah such a beauty this is, we shall have to restore it forth with, lead on madame. Let us continue our business within." He said, he twirled as he headed towards the entrance and took in all the surroundings, following after his host in due course while his cloaked minions held open the door. He passed through and stepped within, once again taking in the exorbitant castle and it's decor.

Despite his pauses and studies he kept pace with Daemala, a notepad in palm and a pencil gently scribing across it's surface, taking stock and note of the castle and what needed to be done before the deed had even been sealed.

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"Most Intriguing" He began, taking a step into the hall with his fingers under his chin. "I see you have kept it well under such circumstance , I applaud your dedication madame." He clicked his fingers and the room was at once populated by men in cloaks, he cocked his head upwards and they obediently filled back out of the room in a much less ominous manner, leaving the original two behind and him with a grin, his fingers templed "I have sent my men for the finest decor I have garnered from my travels, worry not, we shall soon restore this place to its former glory, take it as a show of good faith." He offered, gliding step by step across the floor towards her without a sound and then bowed low with a smile.

"I offer you anything you may require to decorate this castle as you wish, as it should be. If it please you, then let us continue forward, I believe there is much more to see." He stood straight and stepped to her side, awaiting his guide to continue further in.

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Thoroark observed the room, and just as he was to comment on it's upkeep she answered his question with an odd answer. A destructive lizard in the heart of the castle? Unforeseen, security needed to be increased, but that was his job after all. He nodded to his compatriots who took seats either side of a chair that sat opposite to Daemala, he began to sit before remembering he had yet to remove his cloak. He unzipped the black ensemble and threw it to the wind, the garment dissapearing before it could hit the ground. Beneath it he wore a black vest and red tie over a white dress shirt, with black dress pants and shoes to match the outfit. His long white hair could drape freely over his back and so he gracefully took his seat and crossed one leg over the other, his ice blue eyes finding hers.

"Quite a comfortable ensemble you have, I can see why such a meeting place was chosen. However I believe we should go directly to business. I will be blunt with you. I want nothing less than the Hollow and the whole of The Detente's domain, I wish to maintain, revive and expand for my interests and that of my kin. Among my travels I have met several....patrons...who will supply my demand, and men to back it. I would like your permission, nay, your co-operation on the matter, and lastly." He adjusted his tie as he paused and leaned forward "I want you to renew the alliance with the Crawling Chaos."

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He waved his hand absent-mindedly and leaned back in his chair. "A pity, I shall see to it then, my patrons will simply have to do until I can contact the Chaos" He sighed as if that was a great strain and tapped his fingers together "Then the rest shall be simple, anything you require can be sent to me by request, would it be appropriate for me to take up residence in a room of this castle?" He questioned, he had been a bit taken aback by her readiness to accept him, he'd prepared an argument, a debate, a bribe, but she had simply let him in.

He smiled and gestured to his officers who then left the room "I will begin stationing men around the place at once, if you could compile a list of what needs to be done, then I will give you charge of whatever you believe to be your area of expertise, this is after all your home, nay, our home." He cooed, an amused tone infecting his voice. "If you have suggestions for recruits, then that would be excellent by itself, and I myself will work on solidifying our position...I believe a new deal must be struck with this Wing City." He mused absently.

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A scent of stale wine, stale blood, and stale sex would waft into the room from the hallway that his kin had just entered from. "Everyone almost always was. Except for the lizard incident. Oh, and the time my brother's little half-feral pet broke into the meeting room after slaying one of our soldiers, or several. That was an embarrassing incident, for all of us."

Frédéric's attire was the same as always, if worse than the normal wear. It smelled as if he hadn't washed himself or his once brilliant blue robe in some time, nor had he groomed his once impeccable silver-blonde hair, or washed his porcelain skin, and though it was impossible due to the nature of his curse, it almost looked as if he'd grown facial hair...and had he gained weight, or was it just the way he was wearing his clothes?

"It is...good to see you, cousin. Sorry I didn't get a chance to round up the servants and throw you the party you deserve..." It almost seemed as if he was truly being apologetic.

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Daemala shifted in her position to look Thoroark square in the eyes. Give her charge? She straightened and leaned back ever so slightly, preparing her words. Give her charge. Before she got the chance to tell him exactly who she was and how she wasn't the person you allowed to do anything, a most familiar if not especially putrid scent crossed her nose.

Her attention was entirely diverted from the politics at hand to a completely different conundrum of blood. One of her eyebrows slowly crept it's way skyward as she drank in his appearance like one takes shots strong, cheap liquor. Cold & all at once.

"Look what the cat dragged in," Daemala laughed, settling back to watch the show, "You know each other, how perfect."

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"Well, thats not exactly the greeting I was hoping for, but I do suppose it is the one I should have expected." A quick glance around the room at anything other than his kin revealed the...company. "Oh. Yes. We do, I suppose, if only in passing. Did you invite him here, Daemala? I have no memory of ever sending an invitation. The house has been empty lately, and that's how I've liked it, since all the family fled ship." There was of course, a reproachful tone in his voice, directed to all present in the room.

"And I'm glad to see nothing has changed. Immediately, all the plotting and scheming resumes, without nary a pause or baited breath." Reaching into his robe, the spoiled, in more than one way, aristocrat withdrew a white gold flask, inlaid with sapphires of varying sizes and shapes, taking a long, drown out sip. "Have at it then, you two." He'd spit, with a disrespectful wave before taking a seat at the far end of the room.

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Daemala's face became a rainbow of expression as Frederic put on his show. She expected drama clean cut and neatly scripted, not this open mic night of raw emotion. How long had it been, exactly, since their last conversation? Daemala couldn't remember-and not because she was getting old. She as well beyond old, and even still in all her years never had she seen this.

As Frederic took a solid swig from his sapphire flask, Daemala licked her own lips with haste. He had a point and she couldn't deny it. They weren't well behaving like men. They were monsters. All of them, save Frederic. She almost wondered if there were others in his league, but judging by the looks of him everyone truly had 'fled ship'. Frederic would never walk around dressed a shamble for longer than pity's worth had anyone been around to witness his degeneration.

No, she would not be a monster. Watching Frederic sulk she stayed silent for a moment, thoughts racing. She did not want to remember the past, but there it was. Recently had been far different, but still. Come to think she didn't invite this person here either, even if Frederic did identify him as Zosimos's brother. The officers had left to carry out instruction, redecoration, revival. Re-population. The castle would bustle again, the Hollow would buzz once more.

A lot was happening in one breath.

"I just want home back," Daemala blurted into the silence, snapping her jaw shut and looking wildly from Frederic to Thoroark.

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Almost sputtering into his flask as he once more downed a healthy amount of blood infused whiskey, Frederic couldn't help but let out a short, barking laugh, bitter with contempt and absolutely devoid of all pity. "Home? You want home back? When it suits you? Not when its all falling apart, not when things need to be picked up, not when I-WE need help?" Daemala's jaw dropped open at his harsh truths, he continued nevertheless "Alright, have your rooms and your jewels and your flowers back, have it ALL back, cousin, kin, sister."

Once again, he'd drink, draining the flask this time, nearly falling from his chair. Daemala slammed a fist on the table to no avail. There was an uninvited guest, and he should be showing a bit of decorum, but the Nightkin was beyond caring now, throwing the flask across the room so that'd it would smash into a nearby vase filled with long dead roses. "You can have it all back," He'd say again as he hysterically dropped his head into his hands. "Because I don't care anymore. This stopped being my home the moment everyone abandoned it, abandoned the thing we called our Family, and never looked back. Have it."

And this time, he'd throw something at her, a key.

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Daemala's reflexes caused her to catch the key, but she dropped it immediately as if it was silver. She stared incredulously at the broken vase, but if she could cry she might have. It was true she wanted it all back, but she wanted her family back too!

"How dare you!" Daemala shrieked in a cracking voice at Frederic, knocking her chair back as she rose to glare across the table, "What do you call Verinotte Hollow? The Tauvyr Tavern? Looking back?!" She slammed her fists again, unable to hold back her emotions any longer "Blubber all you want but-"

Under his baited breath, Frederic could be heard muttering "Oh, this should be good..."

She cut herself short, drawing up to clutch her breast with one hand and lay the opposite wrist across her brow. For a pause it appeared as if she would feint, before Daemala finished in a dramatic breath, "We are family, brother."

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Thoroark sat before the argument, unamused by the dramatic play that unfolded until he slowly stood up before them with his arms crossed. "Indeed we are, and if your drama is over we have work to do...and somebody has to clean up." He stated bluntly, ebbing towards the exit with a sigh.

"I have deals to make, a hollow to resurrect and a castle to assure the supplies of, if either of you would like to join me then I shall be walking very slowly towards my transport to this Wing City." He huffed before slamming the doors shut behind him, dissapearing into the castles interior and doing just as he said, now all he had to do, was find out how to contact these Wing City plebians.

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With a sarcastic wave, Frederic stuck his tongue out towards the back of the so called 'guest' Thoroark, as if he were a child before turning his passionate, hateful glance back towards his sister. Daemala. "Aaaaaand look. He has all of this to do. Because someone handed him the keys to get in here and someone said it was his responsibility." With a sniff of indignant dismissal, he too would rise up, preparing to make his own exit.

"Do not get accustomed to seeing me. I have no interest in this home anymore. I stood as its sole caretaker for far too long. Maybe the Dog will help you get things in order, if you can even find him. Kaiser hasn't entered the house once since Casren left to...do whatever it is he wanted to do. He takes his guard duties very seriously, especially with all the solders slipping off into the night like cowardly deserters." With a rather undignified stretching display, the impoverished noble turned himself to leave, making for the door quickly. "Welcome home."

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Manik Chakor set a large golden envelope down on the table. Inside were a selection of smaller golden envelopes. He withdrew about a third of these and whisked away

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Daemala Tauvyr arrived and had a seat before the golden envelope. It was a delight they had arrived on time! She didn't trust her messenger, despite being a fellow member of the Detente. He was a slimeball. Smaller than she had expected. When she picked it up it was the right weight. Pretty heavy- but lighter than the full order. Manik had followed his instructions, for once, all except one detail.

The envelopes were supposed to be silver.

She took in a deep breath and leaned back, one hand slowly migrating to the other. She absentmindedly twist the ring. Zosimos was in custody, and she was the Queen of the Vampires. A laugh escaped her lips. Casren was gone. She didn't get sad.
The castle was hers to rule!
...duh.

Daemala sliced open one of the envelopes with a stiletto nail colored blood and let it fall to the table. Out she fished a gold piece of starched fabric, which served as the invitation. It was impeccably embroidered with flowery lettering. She held it delicately aloft and grinned. Oh, this was going to be lovely.