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Castle Vankoryth Dungeons

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

One can only imagine what horrors went on down here... The faint stench of blood still clings to where stains survive to this very day; against ragged stone walls and in rusting iron cells. The Jailor's office is cut off by a locked wooden door and in the torture chamber, a skeleton still lies upon the stone slab on which he died. Monstrous tools are strewn around and levers and chains line the walls and hang from the ceiling.

Nevan holds sovereignty over Castle Vankoryth Dungeons, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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One can only imagine what horrors went on down here...

The faint stench of blood still clings to where stains survive to this very day; against ragged stone walls and in rusting iron cells. The Jailor's office is cut off by a locked wooden door and in the torture chamber, a skeleton still lies upon the stone slab on which he died. Monstrous tools are strewn around and levers and chains line the walls and hang from the ceiling.




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Manik Chakor

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A Pischacha and one of Castle Vankoryth's errand boys. He's the go-to vampire if you need to find someone.
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Castle Vankoryth Dungeons

One can only imagine what horrors went on down here... The faint stench of blood still clings to where stains survive to this very day; against ragged stone walls and in rusting iron cells. The Jailor's office is cut off by a locked wooden door and in the torture chamber, a skeleton still lies upon the stone slab on which he died. Monstrous tools are strewn around and levers and chains line the walls and hang from the ceiling.

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Castle Vankoryth Dungeons is a part of Castle Vankoryth.

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Lennard Köppen [1] Defected from the Kaiser's army, ended up traveling to the future
Nakras [1] A young man with a meaningless past and a mediocre future. He tries to make a living by writing.
Ludo Jinsk [0] A party-driven warlock based on Magnus Bane, owner of the Concoction, a supernatural hang-out.

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"I don't really believe it" she said, but nodded her head, and saw the eyes and veins. She shuddered at that.

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"Mmm, you will," Manik leaned against the wall, feeding off what little fear or disgust he could feel.

"Do you thirst, or hunger? I do believe there is some flesh left upstairs."

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"I'm not hungry......" she said with a quiet tone, shaking her head again.

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"Hmm..." Manik didn't know what else to say, so he simply shrugged.

"Have you at least left the dungeons?" He peered to see if she was shackled in any way with a minor frown. "You don't belong down here, as brethren."

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"I........I was left down here" she said with a quiet tone, and yawned, "Yeah.....I don't want to be down here".

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"Yeaaah," Manik kicked off from the wall, and turned for the stairs. He pulled a dangler of keys from the wall and threw it at her.

"In case it's locked, I'll be up where It isn't so," He looked around and chuckled.

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Amidst the dark shadows and stench of decay and gangrene of the prison, a malicious presence of death, chaos, and darkness emerged from the spiritual plain. Unseen by all except those with gifted sight, the fearsome shade Nightgaunt wandered through the dungeon. He gazed upon the dying and tortured prisoners with glee, and fought the urge to play with them in his own sadistic fashion.

As the phantom haunted the chasm of death and despair, the air grew cold and bitter. He drank in the sorrow and agony that dripped from the walls like sweet nectar. Long dagger-like claws scraped the moss-covered walls, leaving gruesome gashes like talons against bones. A dark fog swayed across the ground and stirred like the sea. From his bestial maw rumbled a ghostly moan that would awaken every cursed soul in the building with cold sweat drenching their foreheads.

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He sensed the disturbances, a great power, and investigated cautiously.

Taking the form of a boy, of ten perhaps, with eyes red from what could have been tears, he followed the trail of the thing. As he came in contact with the fog, he would go rigid and hiss. The boy recoiled slightly, not appearing hostile, before turning those eyes to the center of the fog.

Who lurks here?

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In response, a frigid gust of wind blew past the boy. A set of unseen eyes drilled into him, observing and listening. Nearby, three long gashes were carved into a wall. The rattling of chains and clinking metal echoed through the room.

"Who indeed?" replied a ghostly voice. A cold breeze drifted past Manik, followed by a distant muffled cackle.

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Manik froze as the breeze drifted past, not because it was cold but because it reminded him of fear itself. This boy did not like the cold, coming from somewhere quite warm.

What lurks here?
He spat with more urgency,
Why have you come?

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"Rage..." The Voice replied. "... Hatred... Sorrow and suffering. All of these I am. All of these I have become." The spirit hissed in the boy's ear. "Born of angst, despair, and condemnation, I am the epitome of nightmares - the darkness in your heart given false life."

"As for purpose..." Nightgaunt continued. "I have come on a mission of observation... and to seek an audience."

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He hissed, recoiling.

No, he did not like this.

What is your name, and why do you watch?
Manik would prove an audience enough for now.

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"I am called Nightgaunt..." The Voice responded. From the fog emerged a writhing mass of dark tendrils, smoke, and shadows. Long arms and hands with clawed fingers materialized from the mass. A monstrous demonic face formed from the smoke, revealing a sadistic grin filled with several rows of razor sharp teeth. Glowing crimson eyes glared, unblinking, at Manik. "... For I haunt the night in service of my Master. I serve one that gives Voice to the mouthless Dead. He, my brethren, and myself have taken refuge in the surrounding forests. My Master has taken notice of the Dead gathering in this fortress, and seeks... communion."

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Though originally completely put off by the strange demon, and though the situation was still unsettling as holy water, Manik listened. He listened to the creature identify itself, recoiling further and taking residence on an empty stone.

But communion?

Communion wasn't that interesting. This creature, this powerful entity here, had sought out the Vankoryth Detente for union. Manik was slowly realizing he had underestimated the power of the Detente. They were more than just a rabble of blood suckers. They were an entity.

Is that so?
Manik smiled, holding fast this gem of information to use later. Then, it dawned on him.

How much have you heard, of us?
From where he was his eyes bulged, clinging to the edge of the stone, a child overcome with malice or joy.

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"My Master has heard - and seen - many things regarding your little gathering of the undead." he answered. "His gaze penetrates through forests, mountains, and seas. He has seen your township, your castle, your paltry legions, and even into the darkest depths of your minds and souls. The forces of Darkness and Death flock to you, and you have acquired the attention of the Necro Lord, Master of the Ancient Dead."

"Now..." Nightgaunt glared daggers into the boy's head. "I know you are not their leader. You do not have the smell for it. Now, pardon the cliche..."

"Take me to your leader!" the phantom sneered.

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Manik could not help but cower further.

Yes,
He hissed back, shrinking away into the shadows, crawling up the stairs from the dungeons. He would find a leader, one of them, for he obviously didn't prove worthy. He almost sulked as he shuffled out of the dungeons and bellowed through the kitchens for,

Master of the Castle!
Could he have been more sarcastic? Manik beckoned the dark form to follow him.

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Nightgaunt eyed Manik as he ascended the steps. He specter drifted to the side, fazing through a nearby wall. Though the chained and corrupted soul remained unseen, his ominous presence followed the boy. The ghostly smoke that glided across the ground flowed between the bricks and vanished.

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Manik Chakor disappeared upstairs to the Kitchens with a shudder.

Zosimos has arrived, coming from Castle Vankoryth Kitchens.

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It was time.

Zosimos was to be officially escorted to Wing City for pre-trial holding. He himself had given up fighting back, confined with a magical device that didn't allow him to commit crime not atrocity, nor anything type of violence. He had been surviving off of rats, and the finger and toe scraps of what Daemala didn't always want. Usually rotted to the bone, but he relished the flesh regardless.

Two large vampires- members of the Forces Vankoryth, strong of blood in their own abilities to easily overpower the weakened he- grabbed a hold of him be either of his arms and wrestled him out of the cell in the Dungeon. Dank drips echoed where his screams failed to reach, before his silence was commanded with a knock to the head.

Oh how far Zosimos had fallen. He could not shape shift. The shadows were no longer his home. He was in his weakest form-practically a mortal, and for the crimes of what?

Daemala wasn't here, and for that he was glad. None of the Sangue di Bistreo were present, though they'd be at the trial. Whose side would they take? Their ancestor? Or those who accuse him of what?

Zosimos has left the area, heading up towards Castle Vankoryth Kitchens.
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