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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"Your kind...shades, vampires, creatures of the night...you are valuable to me. For, being a Zeitgeist as I am, I live in the subconscious of all thinking creatures. And you breed fear, in the back of the mind. A paranoid fear of predation that bites at the sanity of all who walk this world..." Nyarlathotep said, his three eyes squinting in glee.
"Despair, desperation, insanity, death, and decay...all of these things, merely by occurring, give me power, for I embody them. However...my power would be much greater if the people of these realms were to think of me in the same way they do of you. A pervasive threat on their doorstep, a reason to lock the windows and doors at night, and hide under the covers."
He paused, letting the stillness of the air release, a woodland breeze passing through the hollow once more.
"I need harbingers. Prophets. Creatures of the dark who will spread my name throughout out the perverted and hidden fears of all life-kind. Already I have done this in a few ways, by preying on the fears of such 'greater' powers as Heaven and Hell...but even those holy and demonic legions can only lend me so much strength, for they are but figments in and of themselves, creatures such as I, subject to the thought of man...fearful, helpless mortal anxiety on a grand scale...I will be more than could dream..."
"Despair, desperation, insanity, death, and decay...all of these things, merely by occurring, give me power, for I embody them. However...my power would be much greater if the people of these realms were to think of me in the same way they do of you. A pervasive threat on their doorstep, a reason to lock the windows and doors at night, and hide under the covers."
He paused, letting the stillness of the air release, a woodland breeze passing through the hollow once more.
"I need harbingers. Prophets. Creatures of the dark who will spread my name throughout out the perverted and hidden fears of all life-kind. Already I have done this in a few ways, by preying on the fears of such 'greater' powers as Heaven and Hell...but even those holy and demonic legions can only lend me so much strength, for they are but figments in and of themselves, creatures such as I, subject to the thought of man...fearful, helpless mortal anxiety on a grand scale...I will be more than could dream..."
Casren was catching on quick, the strangeness in the air as thrilling as it was tense. Then, the wind. Such as magnificent display of power, the old vampire's eyes lit up at the gust.
"Which name is it," Casren said carefully, "That you wish to spread? Are you to be known as Nyarlathotep, as the darkness," He paused, shifting for dramatic effect, "as fear itself?" He pocketed the camera, and brought himself to his full height.
"You're a force to be reckoned with, that will be known. I see it is not my place to refuse such a powerful entity of existence it's rightful place, however what of our place?" He gestured back to the castle, speaking of course for the Vankoryth Detente.
"What of our place? Will you cast your shadow over our domain, protecting it as you would your own, so long as the Domain acknowledges, and of course respects, the dark which it grew from?" Casren idly flicked the last bit of flesh from one of the skulls.
"Which name is it," Casren said carefully, "That you wish to spread? Are you to be known as Nyarlathotep, as the darkness," He paused, shifting for dramatic effect, "as fear itself?" He pocketed the camera, and brought himself to his full height.
"You're a force to be reckoned with, that will be known. I see it is not my place to refuse such a powerful entity of existence it's rightful place, however what of our place?" He gestured back to the castle, speaking of course for the Vankoryth Detente.
"What of our place? Will you cast your shadow over our domain, protecting it as you would your own, so long as the Domain acknowledges, and of course respects, the dark which it grew from?" Casren idly flicked the last bit of flesh from one of the skulls.
"I am always willing to grant succor to those who spread fear and discord in my name. Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, is what you will spread my presence as. The more attention drawn towards myself, the more people who acknowledge my power and existence, the more certain my power and existence becomes. It is a simple dynamic, really." the eyes in the tree said, winking in succession of one another.
"Permit me, perhaps, to grant you but one offering of the power I can bring to bear...this forest is old, and thick...yet the accursed sun still finds its way to the earth in spite of the aging bows...look to the sky..." Nyarlathotep said, the gleaming eyes in the trunk gesturing upwards.
The stars above would begin to become obscured as great, black clouds obscured the sky, creeping over the face of the moon like a macabre blanket. The roiled and seethed with dull rolls of thunder, becoming stagnant as they fell in to place.
"So long as you spread my name through the multiverse, so shall these clouds blot out the sun above, during the day, in utter blackness, and they shall recede at night so that the black vault of infinity may smile down upon your home. This is but the first of gifts I shall bestow unto you and your kin..." Nyarlathotep whispered.
There was another puff of wind, and when looking again, the eyes in the hollow of the tree...and indeed, the hollow itself, would be gone, the ultraviolet pall upon the light of the air lifting gradually. Casren would find that he could control the Black Clouds at will...in fact...they would follow him wherever he wished...
Nyarlathotep's presence was gone from the world...but his name now lingered in one more mind. One more measure of power.
"Permit me, perhaps, to grant you but one offering of the power I can bring to bear...this forest is old, and thick...yet the accursed sun still finds its way to the earth in spite of the aging bows...look to the sky..." Nyarlathotep said, the gleaming eyes in the trunk gesturing upwards.
The stars above would begin to become obscured as great, black clouds obscured the sky, creeping over the face of the moon like a macabre blanket. The roiled and seethed with dull rolls of thunder, becoming stagnant as they fell in to place.
"So long as you spread my name through the multiverse, so shall these clouds blot out the sun above, during the day, in utter blackness, and they shall recede at night so that the black vault of infinity may smile down upon your home. This is but the first of gifts I shall bestow unto you and your kin..." Nyarlathotep whispered.
There was another puff of wind, and when looking again, the eyes in the hollow of the tree...and indeed, the hollow itself, would be gone, the ultraviolet pall upon the light of the air lifting gradually. Casren would find that he could control the Black Clouds at will...in fact...they would follow him wherever he wished...
Nyarlathotep's presence was gone from the world...but his name now lingered in one more mind. One more measure of power.
"Daemala! The kin I miss the most," Casren air kissed, seeming...off.
He moved towards her, and handed her a digital camera.
"Take this into town," He said, and said no more. Then, Casren proceeded indoors.
He moved towards her, and handed her a digital camera.
"Take this into town," He said, and said no more. Then, Casren proceeded indoors.
He had come to this part of the city on a mission, with a camera.
There was a club he had heard about, from his loving kin Daemala. A Club Nyt, so it was called, run by creatures like he. Was this information hush hush? Who was he to know. Casren was here to strike a deal.
There was a club he had heard about, from his loving kin Daemala. A Club Nyt, so it was called, run by creatures like he. Was this information hush hush? Who was he to know. Casren was here to strike a deal.
Casren Bistreo disassembled his creation, tying the ankles of the bodies together and dragging them indoors.
He had a wonderful night's sleep, up in one of the rooms he normally never visited. It was lush with blues, a new preferred color of Casren's, with clear glass orbs set into the ceiling and walls. The relaxing evening and replenishment had nurtured his mind, letting it wander quickly to the aesthetics of the lawn, saving serious matters for later.
Now, Casren stood outside, wondering whether or not it was time to remove the heads and pikes. The skulls up on the castle and with the gargoyles could stay: He wasn't about to climb up there. It was the lawn that he cared about, for the grass needed cutting, and he wanted to maybe plant flowers.
He would have to talk to a certain entity about that. Casren ripped a pike from the ground, rattling the skull on the end and giggling.
Now, Casren stood outside, wondering whether or not it was time to remove the heads and pikes. The skulls up on the castle and with the gargoyles could stay: He wasn't about to climb up there. It was the lawn that he cared about, for the grass needed cutting, and he wanted to maybe plant flowers.
He would have to talk to a certain entity about that. Casren ripped a pike from the ground, rattling the skull on the end and giggling.
A sniveling demon was dragged up the path to the castle by a man in a metal suit, a suit of war. Some would call him a knight, but he was something far more dangerous. A crusader of the modern age. His armour was that of science, powered by a battery and able to shoot flames and explosives. He also had guns of silver and cold iron.
The demon could not break the mans grip, which was wrapped around his one hand that remained, the other an openly bleeding stump and almost certainly a fresh wound. Jean-Paul Sebastian, the ex-priest assassin, marched up to the front door of the Castle Vankoryth.
Let any vampire who dare cross the lords will challenge him.
The demon could not break the mans grip, which was wrapped around his one hand that remained, the other an openly bleeding stump and almost certainly a fresh wound. Jean-Paul Sebastian, the ex-priest assassin, marched up to the front door of the Castle Vankoryth.
Let any vampire who dare cross the lords will challenge him.
Spoke Casren, holding the pike as a staff. It was quite the spectacle, whoever that was dragging whatever that was. The knight, of sorts, unsettled the old vampire.Excuse me,
Who are you?
"A messenger of the Assassin Society here to return to you the fear of God." With that he cast forth the demon, who crumpled in a heap and covered their head with their arms. "Your tribute of blood to ensure the alliance continues. See it cower? Know the penalty dealt upon your blood-drinking kin."
His hand extended expectantly.
His hand extended expectantly.
Casren asked the 'Fear of God', then looked up to the Assassin's Society member.What are you?
Who are you? You wish the bounty, I presume?
"I am Jean-Paul Sebastian. Ex-priest and current assassin. Hand over the photo and you can have your next meal, heathen." He kicked the demon in the side, a swift sharp kick of a metal boot.
Casren disappeared through the door and returned not moments later, carrying a semi-large picture frame, and a set of shackles on his elbow. The frame was mahogany, intricately carved, and housed a photo mounted on cream paper. The photograph itself was enlarged, on low gloss paper, protected by a sheet of glass on the frame.Ah! The photo, yes,
It was of the last three kills, the family, slumped together, obviously dead. Blood trickled from each of their collars. They were arranged on the stairs, and the lawn stretched before them. The pikes and skulls grew larger as they came towards the camera, slipping from focus as blurry blobs.
With a puffed chest, the vampire handed over the work of art.
"You killed but a child," Jean-Paul spat, "Who had yet to have time to make a man of himself. Your ilk disgust me. I will look forward to some day purging the world of your kind." He snatched the image before reaching for the scruff of the demons neck, lifting him and throwing him at Casren's feet once more.
Likely Jean-Paul would not be sent again for this task. Even now he turned to march away without a word.
Likely Jean-Paul would not be sent again for this task. Even now he turned to march away without a word.
Casren spat back, dancing on his toes as he watched the brutal man retreat.You brought me the child,
He better handle that picture with care.
Casren then swooped down, shackled the thing, and gave the demon a frustrated kick to the skull. That should put it out for a while.
Reisel Dracul continued to carry the body of Daemala's new kin up the stairs, and through the doors.
Alexander (Alex) was forced to the castle by armed guards. Granted, he wasn't exactly resisting, but the guards were not nice either. They had placed a black bag over his head, for one reason or another, and he made his way to the castle. They then stopped him, and hit him in the back, forcing him down. They then yelled "We have a new one!"
Casren wooshed from the interior of the castle, enthralled. It wasn't who he had expected, but the present was just as good. If not a meal, an allie would do!A new one!
The vampire nearly jumped with glee, fishing a camera from his pocket and promptly snapping photographs. He did this with such speed, it was beyond comical.Is it alive? Is it real? Where did you catch it?
Casren flailed a hand, motioning for the daft hood to be removed.What is your name?
Alexander (Alex) had the hood removed, coming face to face with his father. A gift from his mother was a very good memory. He was slightly different. His hair was a bit longer. And he clearly had been through some sort of fight recently, probably when he was brought here. He looked into Casren's eyes. "Long time no see".
Casren's face clouded.
It could not be. The image from the locket burned a hole in his mind. No. No. No.
It could not be. The image from the locket burned a hole in his mind. No. No. No.
He must act as if he had never seen this one before.Yes, I'm sure,
Casren ordered the guards, sweeping inside and out of sight. He would deal with his son later, in private.Into the Castle! Upper levels! Lock that one in a room!