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The Multiverse

Castle Vankoryth Entrance Hall

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

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.

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

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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.



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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 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.

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Castle Vankoryth Entrance Hall is a part of Castle Vankoryth.

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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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Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt
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Driselda would look at him and then into his eyes for a few moments and then let him go "I demand four humans...of regal blood and at all possible, Norse blood. You will deliver them to the Palace within the Cold Plains. Once I have them in my possession, then your slate with me will be wiped clean...understand?"

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Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo
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"Four humans? Norse blood?" Casren grinned, and extended a hand to take Driseldas. If she would allow, he would kiss it.

"Let the deal be sealed."

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Manik Chakor sat in the center of the floor, picking flesh out from his fingernails. The scent of Driselda still lingered here, and of Casren. And of peace, and of deals, and of all that other crap that came along with places such as castles.

The red eyes young man curled further in on himself. He had heard of a new village, but had yet to check it out. Was it big, was it small? Did it have a lavish market?

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Character Portrait: Dakida
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came down the stairs, his hair wet and sticking to his clothes a bit as he lit up a smoke and looked at Manik."Hey there. Whatcha doin Manik?" His clothes making it seem like his hair was blended into them. He rolled his neck as popping noises could be heard.

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"Cleaning my nails," Manik said with a smart smile, turning bulging blood shot eyes on the wet vampire.

"You have bathed?" He speculated, almost incredulously, pausing in his actions. "But where?"

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"I went outside the castle. Unfortunately my hair takes forever to dry." He sighed. Opening up his silver flask and drinking some of the blood that was inside. His own red eyes watching Manik."I take it you've just fed?"

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"Yes, recently," He looked to the flask, then to the door, "Is it seriously raining?"

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"It was, I don't think it is anymore however." He chuckled a bit. Blowing some smoke out of his nose.

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Ah, how quickly the days passed when you were cleaning gore from beneath your fingertips.

"Have you heard of the new village?" Manik asked, wanting more conversation.

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"There is a new village?" He raised an eyebrow. Clearly the information was new to him."I've never heard of such a place. Where is it?" He was curious. Taking another drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke away from Marik."I would be interested in seeing this new village of which you speak."

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"Yes, they built it a bit ago. A while ago. Who knows."

Manik eyeballed the cigarette, craving hashish.

"It is off, to the west I think? Perhaps the north? We can find it."

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Dakida thought for a moment."Maybe its off to the northwest?" He finished off the cigarette and gave a smirk."That could be an interesting find."

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"It would be," Manik grinned, his teeth finally clean, before clamboring up to his feet.

"Nice to finally make your official acquaintance, Dakida. Shall we?" Manik disappeared through the door.

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Dakida followed Manik quickly as his hair finally was starting to dry. His red eyes looking around as he noticed others. His head tilting slightly as he continued to walk with Manik.

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Character Portrait: Ilyana Maric
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Adjusting her robes again as she walked with Nealaphh, Ilyana nodded in understanding. She knew all too well the effect of Jules’ magic. She frowned slightly as a thought struck her. “Why does Jules have so much anger? So much hatred?” Though the asked question was ‘why,’ the unasked question was ‘how.’

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"I am uncertain. His personal details are known only to himself and a select few. I doubt even Nyarlathotep knows Jules' complete story. He's crafty, and cunning. It's the only reason Nyarlathotep tolerates Jules working for him." Nealaphh said distantly.

"Remain calm, for we now venture to the Shrine of Shrines." Nealaphh said softly. He floated above Ilyana's head and cast a golden radiance over her. Ilyana might begin to feel as if she were dissolving for a moment, before the world around her melted into a beautiful temple of silver, marble, and glass. It was built with twisting, profane dimensions and the ceiling stretched up into unseeable heights...

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Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo
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He came down the stairs, feeling the recent presence of someone he had never met before, as well as the fading darkness of The Crawling Chaos.

Silently, Casren went to the Room of Reason.

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Casren came out, having has just had a meeting, and slipped into the castle Kitchens.

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Character Portrait: Zosimos
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Hello?


The voice of Zosimos echoed throughout the acstle. he was here, and he was looking for someone in the Vankoryth Detente to talk to. Anyone would do.

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Character Portrait: Frédéric Bistreo
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With a yawn, Frederic descended down the stair case, his robes open to the world, his hair let loose with no elegance or style. He'd been...entertaining a few guest earlier. It almost looked like he had a five o'clock shadow, but no, that was a very fine 'crust' of crusted sanguine. He'd have to get someone to clean up later. "Yes, yes, sire, why are you yelling? The day is still so...dusky..."

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Frederic,
Zosimos did his best not to beam upon his kin, dressed the full part of a businessman today. He forced a slight frown at the open shirt, out of jealousy more than anything, but turned smiling eyes upon Frederic's after a moment.

Indeed. How soon can you be ready to leave?
Zosimos raised his voice, and his nose, emulating a character he saw once on television.

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"I wouldn't take me long. Just have to comb out my hair and wash up. The usual things. Half an hour at best. Why do you ask, sire? What are you plotting at now?" Another yawn as the pale haired vampire slowly tied up his short little robe, rotating his neck a few times. Working out the kinks.

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A business trip,
Was all he said, before plopping into a large seat. Dust emerged, Zosimos frowned. Where were the maids?

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Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Casper Harpert
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Casper had found several ways to get away recently - from his family, friends, and alike. From the unlisted vampire, who had shown up at his door and confronted his mother. From Xander and Gabby, who he'd caused trouble with in the first place.

He'd been sweeping the streets, combing for information on Torrential. A dangerous vampire, it seemed, and he'd seemed to have pinned down one of his hangout spots. The man wasn't hiding. It'd come to a slight surprise to the young man that the Vankoryth didn't already have him pinned down.

Those days, he didn't have trouble getting into the castle. Catira's good word and his own familiar face had done wonders. When he'd found himself alone, though, in a corridor dusty and fatigued in it's own right, he didn't progress any further into the halls.

"I found Torrential, I think." he said, raising his voice. "If there are any maids in the shadows somewhere, it'd be nice you could summon some, I don't know, backup or something?"

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Ulrich appeared from the shadows beneath the stairs. Dirty blond tendrils hung around a structured face. His irises flickered black in the low light. Running a finger off the banister he approached Casper.

"Really, where the fuck have the maids gone? Too much partying I s'pose," He half complained, folding his arms. "Casper, eh? Still aligned with the likes of us bloodsuckers?" He chuckled, stopping a bit of a distance from the human.

There he stood still as stone. "'Bout time someone found that one. Still rabble rousing? Casren didn't want his neck touched, the pansy," The last sentence he muttered under his breath, swinging up and arm and snapping impatiently until an armed guard rushed forth. "...Car?" The guard rushed away.