Setting
Castle Vankoryth is an imposing stone structure, the property seeming to have existed here since the birth of time itself. The trees mask it from the view of the rest of the forest, so once you happen upon it the Castle literally pops into sight. A stone wall surrounds the property, in some places merging with the landscape and the forest. There is but one gap in the wall, and that is in the front, where a large wrought iron gate stands firmly shut. It appears to be locked with a magical spell, but one could never be certain. The gate sure was foreboding, surely not one you cross.
Beyond the gate is a courtyard of dead grass and stone pathways that spiral in and out. The design could be Celtic, which contrasts gaudily with the overall Gothic look of the structure. Gargoyles pepper the roof and corners, some of them broken, all of them menacing. Despite all of this, the mahogany door boasted a wreath decked with a single red rose.
The castle stands almost as tall as the trees, with three prominent towers. The East most tower proves to be the tallest, with windows spiraling down it's stone column. Windows were trimmed with intricate stonework, one could spot the keystone of the front door from here. The castle appears uninhabited for the most part, but some may beg to differ. The Vankoryth Detente have considered Castle Vankoryth home for centuries, along with the surrounding forests. Perhaps that's why many who venture through this neck of the woods often never return.
Beyond the gate is a courtyard of dead grass and stone pathways that spiral in and out. The design could be Celtic, which contrasts gaudily with the overall Gothic look of the structure. Gargoyles pepper the roof and corners, some of them broken, all of them menacing. Despite all of this, the mahogany door boasted a wreath decked with a single red rose.
The castle stands almost as tall as the trees, with three prominent towers. The East most tower proves to be the tallest, with windows spiraling down it's stone column. Windows were trimmed with intricate stonework, one could spot the keystone of the front door from here. The castle appears uninhabited for the most part, but some may beg to differ. The Vankoryth Detente have considered Castle Vankoryth home for centuries, along with the surrounding forests. Perhaps that's why many who venture through this neck of the woods often never return.
Castle Vankoryth
You have arrived at the gate of a large, stone structure called Castle Vankoryth. It stands almost as tall as the trees, with three prominent towers and gate. It appears uninhabited for the most part, but the Vankoryth Detente may beg to differ. painfully Gothic.
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Castle Vankoryth is a part of 
Forbidden Thick.
9 Places in Castle Vankoryth:
11 Characters Here
Gregory O'shanahan [45] random hiker
Firaga [7] N/A
Lyo Hunter [5] "I also like long walks on outer Sol and cats, if that's what you're into."
Mina Harker [5] (Dead for Now)
Page Dracul [5]
Kirigaya Who [4] There is universes along ours
Heloise the Mad Scientist [4] A mad scientist/serial killer literally from the depths of hell
Alec Foreman [4] "The worst thing I ever did was get' born."
Hitomi Mei [4] Through the eyes of my creator, I have seen myself, my true self. And what I found was not Revolution, as he said. Thus, I just had to kill him. I don't like liars.
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"I beg to differ." Mariotto would just begin to smile only to look at the newcomer and bow slightly. "Let us go inside."
Casren Bistreo pulls a pipe from his jacket, taps it once or twice, and begins to dig for a lighter.
"What do you mean your grounds?" Valentine asked as he followed the woman. He was beginning to get a very foreboding feeling as he traveled farther and farther in. But the allure of power kept him moving forward.
"What do you mean your grounds?" Valentine asked as he followed the woman. He was beginning to get a very foreboding feeling as he traveled farther and farther in. But the allure of power kept him moving forward until he saw the stone castle before them. He would have never guessed that this relic remained within this forest.
"Welcome to our home," She said as leaves skittered across the small lawn, carried in the breeze.
"It's well secluded, spacious, lovely interior," Daemala counted off on her fingers, pausing and shooting a wink, "and mortals dare not travel anywhere near it, with good reason of course." The Forbidden Thick was forbidden for a reason.
"It's well secluded, spacious, lovely interior," Daemala counted off on her fingers, pausing and shooting a wink, "and mortals dare not travel anywhere near it, with good reason of course." The Forbidden Thick was forbidden for a reason.
Valentine listened absent mindedly as the woman spoke he wasn't interested in where she lived or how it looked. "That's...nice. But what is the power you were speaking of earlier?" When Valentine had the option of more power dangled in front of him, he became singleminded.
"Power, yes, in due time, do you like it here?" She dodged the question, heading for the overbearing door.
"I don't plan to wait all my life for some unknown power." Valentine was willing to work for power, but he wasn't patient enough to wait. "I guess so, it doesn't seem that bad." Valentine finally added after observing what he could. "What is your name anyways?"
"Daemala," She responded, pulling the door open a fraction of an inch.
"You can join me inside and shake hands with death himself, or you can go along your merry way back into the thick and let him catch you by surprise, which would you prefer?" There was a devilish glint in her eye.
"You can join me inside and shake hands with death himself, or you can go along your merry way back into the thick and let him catch you by surprise, which would you prefer?" There was a devilish glint in her eye.
"Meeting death doesn't frighten me. I've already signed away more than my life to him." Valentine added boldly, but truthfully as he stepped forward towards the woman and pulled the door open the rest of the way. He had already come this far, he wasn't about to turn tail and run.
"Ah, A mister Casren Bistreo is it? I believe myself a Xiuconsendr Von Delacroix, at your service." There was some level of uncertainty in this articulation, as if he wasn't sure who he was exactly.
And the male followed Casren, never questioning the surroundings or commenting on what they held within. It was all familiar, despite him never setting foot in this place. Everything simply reminded him of a fragmented memory, distant and obscured. Upon reaching the castle, his gaze swept over it, admiring the design and aura which it would exude.
"Lovely."
And the male followed Casren, never questioning the surroundings or commenting on what they held within. It was all familiar, despite him never setting foot in this place. Everything simply reminded him of a fragmented memory, distant and obscured. Upon reaching the castle, his gaze swept over it, admiring the design and aura which it would exude.
"Lovely."
"We have arrived," Casren whispered on the wind, walking up to the large iron gate and gently toe-in it open. Though it opened smooth, it groaned all the while, squealing to a stop and clanking open.
He nodded respectful to Xiuconsendr, "As I am at yours," and waved his hand towards the castle. "Shall we go inside?"
He nodded respectful to Xiuconsendr, "As I am at yours," and waved his hand towards the castle. "Shall we go inside?"
"Yes, Yes. I am anxious to see the interior." There was no physical betrayal of anxiety if his behavior were anything to reference, but he did appear a little eager.
"Welcome to our home," She gestured towards the grounds, as dead leaves blew across the browned grass. The Gothic structure was only accented by the rolling clouds and tall trees.
Dayo Jamilla sat perched at a window, her hands smoothing the hem of her lavender sundress. "I was summoned." she stated plainly, turning her strange eyes to Casren, and then to Daemala. "The stink of mbwa hangs on the air. The night creature." In spite of her youthful appearance, she spoke with incredible diction and maturity.