Setting
You have officially entered the castle. The ceilings are high, and grand mahogany doors grace every wall, leading to other presumably grand rooms. Gargoyles silently scream down on all who enter, daring them to vandalize the place, and a wide spiraling stair case goes both up and down. Large tapestries inlaid with gold hang from the farthest walls, and large vases housing dead roses sit in each corner as you progress.
Do not underestimate the size of the entrance hall, as even Mortuus the undead Dragon was able to lay within its confines and partake in various activities.
Do not underestimate the size of the entrance hall, as even Mortuus the undead Dragon was able to lay within its confines and partake in various activities.
Characters who can be found here:
Manik Chakor
A Pischacha and one of Castle Vankoryth's errand boys. He's the go-to vampire if you need to find someone.
Manik Chakor
A Pischacha and one of Castle Vankoryth's errand boys. He's the go-to vampire if you need to find someone.
Castle Vankoryth Entrance Hall
You have officially entered the castle. The ceilings are high, and grand mahogany doors grace every wall, leading to other presumable grand rooms. Gargoyles silently scream down on all who enter, daring them to vandalize the place, and a wide spiraling stair case goes both up and down. Large tapestries inlaid with gold hang from the farthest walls, and large vases housing dead roses sit in each corner.
Minimap
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You are here. |
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southwest |
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| "out" to Castle Vankoryth Courtyard » | ||
Castle Vankoryth Entrance Hall is a part of 
Castle Vankoryth.
5 Characters Here
Mr Niac [12] A businessman with ancient looking eyes.
Manik Chakor [11] A young looking pischacha who roams the halls of Castle Vankoryth, running errands for the Vankoryth Detente and lingering about.
Valentine Taikuus [9] A young mage who may be a little to confident in his abilities.
Risika Neferet [8] A Mercenary: Hire at your own Risk
Charles LeMarr [5] Vampire born of spite.
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Risika was set aback with the respect this woman was showing. It was so new to her, that she resisted the urge to turn around and make sure no one else had walked into the Room. Then, her mind narrowed around the name Detente.She was positive the name had been brought up during her reign as Elite Mercer of South America, it had in fact been referring to a strong formation of powerful vampires, allying for a cause Risika had assumed. "And what, without offending your community here, might I gain or even offer by joining?" She lowered her hood and cleared her throat in hope the woman would rise. "What exactly is it that you and your Clan here serve for?"
Daemala pulled herself to a stand, and straightened her back. She clasped her hands before her abdomen and prepared to speak. It all came down to this moment, and she blinked away the worry that she might not say it all right. No matter, here went nothing:
"
"We have six Creeds. Many, yes I know, but I personally find them to be more like," She wiggled some fingers through the air, "Grounders. They are as follows.
Thou shall not betray thou blood.
Simple, really," She ended with a smile.
"
A phrase you may or may not be familiar with. Essentially it means, I have you, you have me," She paused, fixing her posture once more before continuing.Expect from thy blood no more than thy blood expects from thee,
"We have six Creeds. Many, yes I know, but I personally find them to be more like," She wiggled some fingers through the air, "Grounders. They are as follows.
Thou shall not betray thou blood.
Thou shall respect thy elders.
Thou shall not sire a kin out of children or love.
Thou shall not condemn thy blood.
Thou shall bear responsibility of thy kine.
Thou shall Honor Sovreignity.
Simple, really," She ended with a smile.
Risika tilted her head, intrigued. Could her venture to find the ones with which she belonged really have come to an end so quickly? Is it that this is the place the demon within her has chose for her to thrive? Risika looked about the room, with its glorious features and beauitufl decorations. She made her way to the one window, which was draped with thick black curtains. She lifted one hand and gracefully moved it just far enough to show the moon and stars. Risika felt the edges of her mouth curl up into a faint smile, "I do believe I have arrived." Risika dropped the curtain, and turned to face Daemala. She bent her knees and bowed her head, "I do accept your offer to allign myself with the Vankoryth Detente." Risika wasn't quite sure if this was what was expected, but then again, this was a first for her.
She did not know what to say or do, for she had not expected it to be that easy. Perhaps it was her honesty, she would think to herself in boast, that convinced the elder to join. If she were mortal she would have blushed as the one older and wiser than her knelt before her.
"Oh, please," She gasped, hand splayed on her bosom, "Make yourself at home! There is no need for such formality with me, among Blood," Daemala fluttered her lashes and averted her eyes. This was all very exciting! A trillion thoughts raced through her head at once, and she could hardly contain them all!
"Oh, please," She gasped, hand splayed on her bosom, "Make yourself at home! There is no need for such formality with me, among Blood," Daemala fluttered her lashes and averted her eyes. This was all very exciting! A trillion thoughts raced through her head at once, and she could hardly contain them all!
Risika was confused, however ignorant to the ways and practices of the vampire communitee as she always withdrew, but noticed the undoubtely over emotion that the women before her was expressing, "Are there quarters? Or even a leader with which I must offer my blood to?" These were the ways of which Risika herself was familiar, the ways that Mytri had taught.
"Oh no! Casren would never call for that," She was quite taken aback by the mentioning of actually giving blood to their, quote leader.
"We do not bind by blood, for we are all already bound in blood," She stated simply.
"As for quarters, upstairs there are plenty of rooms, as well as a library. The kitchens are over that way," She gestured towards a large door, "And That," Daemala pointed towards an ornate door on the south wall, "Is our Meeting Room."
"We do not bind by blood, for we are all already bound in blood," She stated simply.
"As for quarters, upstairs there are plenty of rooms, as well as a library. The kitchens are over that way," She gestured towards a large door, "And That," Daemala pointed towards an ornate door on the south wall, "Is our Meeting Room."
Risika blinked her eyes, taken aback by the surprise in the tone of Daemala at the thought of exchanging blood. "I see." She said dryly, "You'll have to forgive my ignorance to the ways of the modern being. You see..." She ventured off in thought preperation for her words, "I have spent many centuries in the company of only myself and those that I would hunt. Even the ones who would hire me would not fornicate for long, so all my opinions and processes are those of an age that has long since died."
Gently Daemala smiled.
"It is a peril of immortality, time passes us before we even have a chance to wave. There is no need to apologize for opinions or customs," That reminded her of someone, "I feel you will get along well with Mortuus."
"It is a peril of immortality, time passes us before we even have a chance to wave. There is no need to apologize for opinions or customs," That reminded her of someone, "I feel you will get along well with Mortuus."
Risika's eyes whipped over towards the apeearingly fragile woman, "Mortuus, you say? As in the powerful demon dragon? It's a member of this clan?" Risika could hardly shield her doubt.
V Luhan was close behind Daemala, looking around curiously. He sighed, guessing, to himself, that this would be his new home. It certainly beat sneaking into unused rooms at Gambit's.
V Luhan warily eyed Casren, tempted to hop closer to Daemala. His left leg being as damaged as it was, he stayed where he was.
Daemala Tauvyr hadn't even heard him enter, but of course her Sire had.
"Yes!" She happily responded, and gestured towards Luhan. She opened her mouth to spew the tale of how she had met him when she remembered. He was injured!
"The werewolf striked again," She moved towards Luhan, surveying his injuries still, "We can help heal, yes?"
"Yes!" She happily responded, and gestured towards Luhan. She opened her mouth to spew the tale of how she had met him when she remembered. He was injured!
"The werewolf striked again," She moved towards Luhan, surveying his injuries still, "We can help heal, yes?"
V Luhan nearly hissed as he remembered his pain. "Who are you asking that question?" He asked, partly out of curiosity and partly to occupy his mouth.
"Me," a smirk curled to his lips, "But perhaps you would first prefer comfort? Upstairs we have many luxurious rooms," He gestured towards the stone spiral stairs at the back of the hall, then realized exactly what he was asking of his company.
"Or perhaps we could fix that leg first."
"Or perhaps we could fix that leg first."
Casren Bistreo couldn't help but smile, and crossed to place himself besides the newcomer.
"Casren," He offered his name and a light smile, before drawing from his pocket a small blade. He was about to attempt something he had not done in years, literally about 600 of them. Without a second thought to the matter, he sliced his wrist, and a strange almost blood like fluid began to seep from it. He sure hoped this worked, or he would be weak for the next few days for nothing. It pained him to lose what little fluids he had, but non the less he did it.
Holding his wrist above the injured leg, he allowed his blood to drip down onto it. If all went well, his blood would take to the skin, and acvitely work to regenerate lost tissues where it could.
"Casren," He offered his name and a light smile, before drawing from his pocket a small blade. He was about to attempt something he had not done in years, literally about 600 of them. Without a second thought to the matter, he sliced his wrist, and a strange almost blood like fluid began to seep from it. He sure hoped this worked, or he would be weak for the next few days for nothing. It pained him to lose what little fluids he had, but non the less he did it.
Holding his wrist above the injured leg, he allowed his blood to drip down onto it. If all went well, his blood would take to the skin, and acvitely work to regenerate lost tissues where it could.
V Luhan watched the man, curious but still a little cautious. "Luhan." He replied, frowning slightly. He watched the blood drip, surprised at what was happening. (The regeneration of course.)
Casren Bistreo entered the castle, his mind lost somewhere other than here. Hair slightly astray, finger in his mouth, he paid barely any attention to his surroundings. Slowly he pushed the door shut behind him, staring towards the ground.
"Hello?" Casren called out, kicking open the humungous door. Well, this was gong to be a lonely Christmas!
He dragged in the box, which was gold wrapped and ribbon-ed red, leaving it in the center of the hall. The box stood five feet tall, and was tremendously cubical. Inside was a wonderful gift, but Casren frowned. He had none to give to...yet!
He dragged in the box, which was gold wrapped and ribbon-ed red, leaving it in the center of the hall. The box stood five feet tall, and was tremendously cubical. Inside was a wonderful gift, but Casren frowned. He had none to give to...yet!
Casren Bistreo entered the castle, breathing in the dead air. He frowned, seeing the present he left unopened.
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During one of his few trips about the castle Charles happened upon the box that he'd ignored before thinking it belonged to some other member and that they simply hadn't moved it. Looking around he saw no one, yet again. "Then it's mine." he mused kicking the base of the box with a booted toe.