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:
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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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"Watch out for the deadly traps~" He sang before springing up atop a nearby small building and sitting giddily on the roof to watch Daemala and Luhan. Of course, there were no traps. He wasn't about to reveal that, though!
"I think it's safe to walk two paces forwards, then one right... No no wait! Or was it... Two left then one forward?"
"I think it's safe to walk two paces forwards, then one right... No no wait! Or was it... Two left then one forward?"
She shot another look around the courtyard, attempting to eyeball her Kin, before turning back towards Luhan.
"Please ignore my Kin," She advised, frustration in her voice, "He's only kidding," He was only kidding,
"We should go inside before he gets any more ideas," She said to Lohan under her breath. Clearing her throat, delicately like a lady, she raised her voice and spoke for all to hear. Despite the antics of the Harlequin, and despite Lohan's injuries from the mauling of the werewolf, today would prove to be a good day.
"Welcome, Lohan, to the Vankoryth Detente."
"Please ignore my Kin," She advised, frustration in her voice, "He's only kidding," He was only kidding,
Now was truly not the time for his exhasperating antics! Two paces forwa-What was he even going on about? She crossed her arms in front of her chest, fully prepared to excersize her power if need be, and followed the sound of his voice with her eyes.Right?
"We should go inside before he gets any more ideas," She said to Lohan under her breath. Clearing her throat, delicately like a lady, she raised her voice and spoke for all to hear. Despite the antics of the Harlequin, and despite Lohan's injuries from the mauling of the werewolf, today would prove to be a good day.
"Welcome, Lohan, to the Vankoryth Detente."
Luhan nodded, somewhat amused. He watched her, curious, though the pain still bothered him. He was used to pain. "I am glad o be here, I guess."
Daemala Tauvyr nodded and gestured towards the door, before pushing it open and disappearing inside.
"Your wounds need tending."
"Your wounds need tending."
The Harlequin began to slide down from the roof, then make his way casually over to Daemala while pulling what appeared to be a dirty scroll from the bottoms of his costume. "Daemala dear, your Harlequin requires you to look at these plans I made... Because there should be deadly traps! What happens if our manpower isn't enough to beat a cunning foe?"
Obviously, he knew this wasn't the time, so he merely stopped speaking and approached the woman and her new friend with a scowl.
Obviously, he knew this wasn't the time, so he merely stopped speaking and approached the woman and her new friend with a scowl.
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Risika sat in her self assigned quarters, atop her knees, and gazed out the open window of her room. Not sure as of what to do next, with no job to fulfil, or prey to hunt, for the first time, Risika was not quite positive what to do with herself. The most odd feeling was the the fact that she hadn't felt a need to physically train since she arrived. Given, Risika needed NO training, but it had always proved a reliable method for meditation. No, now she felt an urgancy to observe; to see the world around her that she had spent so many centuries fighting out of. Risika's entire life had been built to shut out the rest of the world, now she felt it time to discover what it was she worked so hard to shut out. So she sat, gazing into the evening sky, with her hair floating about in the wind that whistled through the opening.
Casren Bistreo entered the castle, dragging a box behind him. The box was in a net, which allowed it to be dragged, but still for the vampire it was heavy. Perhaps because it had been so long since he had eaten... No matter!
The woman had disappeared in a flash. So she wanted to play cat and mouse? Yes? So be it. Her blood red lips held a devilish smile.
"Oh Lucifer," Dauntingly the vampiress called, "Where are you?" A giggle escaped her, to her surprise, echoing off the castle walls as she slipped through the gate.
"Oh Lucifer," Dauntingly the vampiress called, "Where are you?" A giggle escaped her, to her surprise, echoing off the castle walls as she slipped through the gate.
After a while she finally saw the vampire and magicking up a pocket watch which had stopped, laughing she said, "My you were so late my watch died, ergo I should be dead, so guess no more sex for me. Woe and all that shit."
"How unfortunate," Daemala said, a tickle on her words and only the hint of regret in her voice. She was probably pushing it, she knew.
"For you."
"For you."
Keeling over dramatically she would quote the play, "For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo." with that she would act all silent and not even breath at all, since she was a demon this was possible.
Dren and Louis Vernon made their way up towards the castle through the forest with a armed company of 100 vampires all wearing full body amour and wielding assault rifles in hand and each with unwavering loyalty to Dren. Louis Vernon simply wore his usual attire of dark light clothes that bore a more modern resemblance to his older attire while Dren himself wore a bit of body armor and a trench and a pair of sunglasses that covered his eyes. "Louis I do hope you have not brought me here to bore me?" Dren's question made Louis smile in which case the vampire simply shook his head and pointed to the castle as the group entered its main yard "No Dren I am afraid I did not bring you here to bore you."
Grace moved a little in pain as she was dragged through the forest, her legs being cut up by rocks on the ground. She was still disoriented from the beating to the head, and the kicks to the chest. She looked around and saw the castle as they approached it. She struggled to get free, still wanting to fight for her freedom.
"Let me go! You fucking slave masters!" she yelled with venom in her voice.
"Let me go! You fucking slave masters!" she yelled with venom in her voice.
The Hunter was tracking an armed company of vampires in full armor. Half breeds she thought and did not fully concern her. With a shriek, she turned into a group of bats and headed straight for the castle's highest point to get a better view, her form returning to true form as she watched. Before she would answer the summons, she would best learn a little about her company as Tiaan was not around
A dark chuckle pierced the stillness of the halls as the room grew a few shades darker. From the far wall of the room emerged a sliver of red. The brim of a crimson fedora came into view as a tall man literally stepped through the wall as if it were air. He was clad in a matching blood-red trench-coat and classic Victorian style charcoal suit, leather riding boots, and a flamboyant intricately knotted red cravat. Auburn glasses glistened from the light of a nearby candle. White gloves wrapped his hands. Across his face was a near psychotic grin.
"Well well... Hmhmhmhmhm..." the elder vampire chuckled as he observed the spectacle. "I believe we have guests."
"Well well... Hmhmhmhmhm..." the elder vampire chuckled as he observed the spectacle. "I believe we have guests."
Instead of coming through the door, or walking, the beast flew.
Wings stretched out, the light of the moon shining through the membrane, as she descended onto the castle, upon its highest tower, and twined around it the same as a snake. Compared even to the castle, the flying cadaver was gigantic. Forty feet in length, in the very least. From snout to tail tip. Green scales were in patches along her slim body, and where that couldn't be seen,
Wings stretched out, the light of the moon shining through the membrane, as she descended onto the castle, upon its highest tower, and twined around it the same as a snake. Compared even to the castle, the flying cadaver was gigantic. Forty feet in length, in the very least. From snout to tail tip. Green scales were in patches along her slim body, and where that couldn't be seen,
Instead of coming through the door, or walking, the beast flew.
Wings stretched out, the light of the moon shining through the membrane, as she descended onto the castle, upon its highest tower, and twined around it the same as a snake. Compared even to the castle, the flying cadaver was gigantic. Forty feet in length, in the very least. From snout to tail tip. Green scales were in patches along her slim body, and where scales were ripped off, rotting, oozing, diseased flesh could be seen beneath. This was not just any dragon.
This was Mortuus.
The dragon opened its maw wide to the sky, letting out a roar that could only be described as a chorus of the screams of the dead.
Wings stretched out, the light of the moon shining through the membrane, as she descended onto the castle, upon its highest tower, and twined around it the same as a snake. Compared even to the castle, the flying cadaver was gigantic. Forty feet in length, in the very least. From snout to tail tip. Green scales were in patches along her slim body, and where scales were ripped off, rotting, oozing, diseased flesh could be seen beneath. This was not just any dragon.
This was Mortuus.
The dragon opened its maw wide to the sky, letting out a roar that could only be described as a chorus of the screams of the dead.
The sickening splitting of flesh and squelchy splashes of blood sounded from a room at the top of the tower, and thrown of its window was a roll of intestines, still splattered with the blood of its owner.
Wielding a butcher's knife, a Harlequin masked man, whose once white attire was red, the floppy tops of his hat and the black eye holes he used to see just over the tip of the window-stil, so he could peer down at the ground below.
"SHUT UP!" He screeched, especially at Mortuus.
Wielding a butcher's knife, a Harlequin masked man, whose once white attire was red, the floppy tops of his hat and the black eye holes he used to see just over the tip of the window-stil, so he could peer down at the ground below.
"SHUT UP!" He screeched, especially at Mortuus.
Casren visually paled as the company - no, parade - entered the gates of Castle Vankoryth. He was frozen, for the moment, as the circus unfolded. As The Harlequin's screech fell into silence, he stared.
Then, the vampire stood. He looked down the stairs towards his guests, or intruders, fathoming their presence. He then looked to the prisoner, of sorts, and sniffed tentatively.
"Greetings," Casren offered them a gracious, but shallow, bow, careful to keep his eyes on them.
"Would you be so kind as to state your purpose?" There was a subtle warning in his words.
Then, the vampire stood. He looked down the stairs towards his guests, or intruders, fathoming their presence. He then looked to the prisoner, of sorts, and sniffed tentatively.
"Greetings," Casren offered them a gracious, but shallow, bow, careful to keep his eyes on them.
"Would you be so kind as to state your purpose?" There was a subtle warning in his words.