Setting
Room of Reason.
Inside the room cuts away from the more polygonal layout of the rest of the castle to become almost perfectly circular. The walls are lined with various tapestries depicting scenes from folklore and mythology. A banner tapestry of the Vankoryth Detente emblem hangs on display. There is only one window, little more than an arrow-slit, is often covered by a miniature pair of crimson 'curtains'. The room is candle lit by an old chandelier which hangs from the ceiling.
The centre and main attraction of the room comes in the form of the large, round table carved from stone that sits in the middle. With enough room for perhaps twenty people to sit around the outside; and each would get their own chair fashioned out of oak and decorated with a slim, bold-coloured cushion.
Room of Reason
Leading off to the south from Castle Vankoryth's Entrance Hall via a heavy, wooden double door, is the Room of Reason. Inside the room cuts away from the more polygonal layout of the rest of the castle to become almost perfectly circular. The walls are lined with various tapestries and the only window, little more than an arrow-slit, is often covered by a miniature pair of crimson 'curtains'. The centre and main attraction of the room comes in the form of the large, round table carved from stone that sits in the middle. With enough room for perhaps twenty people to sit around the outside; and each would get their own chair fashioned out of oak and decorated with a slim, bold-coloured cushion.
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Castle Vankoryth.
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The Harlequin [68] Do you want some... Entertainment?
Kaiser Zaun [45] The supremacy of our kind is more than a simple notion, it is a cold hard fact.
Louis Vernon [43] Vampire.
Reisel Dracul [36] Bear Mountain
Michael 'Mac' Cardson [33] "Fight to live, and live to fight? I'm not so sure..."
Lazarus Bloodwheel [32] They say that the very sky cried blood upon his entry to the world. Then again,He was born moment's before the great war.
Yamada michigana [31]
Catira Edrene [31] Am I so terribly unassuming? Marvelous.
Casper Harpert [26] "I've probably got at least a month on me right now."
Dermot Whiting [25] "Larder's full, boss."
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"Then it would appear that my objective is clear... I will not have our kind descend further than the top on the food chain. No, the top is where we belong." It was then that the man fell into a fit of contemplation, murmuring of 'provisions' and 'preparation' amongst other things.
It would be Harlequin's words that had snapped him from this stupor as the potential of his prowess proved a valuable asset. If he had his way, the two would become very close.
"-A destination. Is there one?"
It would be Harlequin's words that had snapped him from this stupor as the potential of his prowess proved a valuable asset. If he had his way, the two would become very close.
"-A destination. Is there one?"
Mariotto would begin to grow a little impatient and step out of the room through the shadows only to hunt on his own as this was taking far to long for his tastes.
Kaiser Zaun obeyed of course. For now, his input had been given. All was, literally, going to plan. He would have to thank that woman later. This was a very interesting group to say the least. And as far as he could tell, almost as easy to manipulate as the humans themselves. Easy. Kids stuff. Pulling his gloves from his permanently red stained claws, he followed.
The Harlequin sat down besides the woman, as usual. "What needs to be discussed?" He asked, still a slight growl in his voice.
"The crest," she growled back, pulling from seemingly nowhere a small notebook. A silver pen was clipped to it's cover, which she removed with a snap. Daemala opened the book on the table and began to rapidly flip through the pages,
"Now I was thinking we should represent death, blood, maybe some black. A creature, there must be gold..."
"Now I was thinking we should represent death, blood, maybe some black. A creature, there must be gold..."
"I suggest we take a sheet of white linen and spill a human's blood on it via an artistic wound... We could then centre the rest of the crest around it?" He suggested, deciding to take her seriously considering how long she had been eager to get this over with.
"I also like the idea of my mask being used..."
"I also like the idea of my mask being used..."
She did not know why he had called her here, her sire, to sit in wait for his presence. Oh, surely there were important things that needed discussing, but so important to make her wait for the information? With a theatrical sigh, Daemala entered the Room of Reason and caught instant sight of Charles.
Massaging the just closed wounds inflicted onto him only minutes ago Charles merely nodded in acknowledgement of Daemala's appearance. He doubted any of the others knew what had happened, let alone who'd done the damage to him, and though it went against his pride would need to inform them of his defeat in order to slay the giant mongrel. Abruptly he broke the silence of the two and answered what he waited Daemala to ask. "A werewolf attacked me. A full moon gave it greater strength than mine. Had there been no moon at all I would have easily felled her, but as it was I could do little more than scratch her."
Dominic arrived just in time to hear the other vampire speak, and was silenced by the outburst. A werewolf. Near vankyroth. His blood ran cold, and his palms grew slick at the thought. He wasn't a fighter; never had been - much preferred words and mind-play to violence. That's why he usually had a bodyguard at his back - or at least his side - when he went into combat heavy situations. He thought of a few people he could summon.
"A werewolf? Where?" He asked, nearly snapping at the other man. He wondered how far he could run outside the castle before being hunted.
"A werewolf? Where?" He asked, nearly snapping at the other man. He wondered how far he could run outside the castle before being hunted.
She did not like this news, no not at all. There was something severely unsettling about a werewolf loose in their domain. On the night of a full moon, no less, nothing good could come of this.
She could hear the panic in Dominics voice,
"It dare not step paw inside this castle," She shot a worried glance towards Casren, "Right?"
She could hear the panic in Dominics voice,
"It dare not step paw inside this castle," She shot a worried glance towards Casren, "Right?"
"The wood. She was collared and I've wounded her. I cannot, tonight, kill her of my own strength, I need that of others to fell her."
"A werewolf?" Casren was most certainly shocked to hear this. With a nod towards the others, he sat in his usual seat to her right.
He took in a deep breath, then looked towards Charles.
"I fear there is nothing we should do under the light of a full moon," Casren spoke gently, with a tinge of sadness to his words, "However, something should be done."
He took in a deep breath, then looked towards Charles.
"I fear there is nothing we should do under the light of a full moon," Casren spoke gently, with a tinge of sadness to his words, "However, something should be done."
"Then what should be done Casren?" Charles snapped viciously. He was annoyed and injured, but more than anything else humiliated by the disgrace he faced in the lost.
Casren Bistreo frowned and crossed his fingers.
"Perhaps we can kill two birds with one stone," He stated vaguely.
"Perhaps we can kill two birds with one stone," He stated vaguely.
Dominic nodded at this, his fingers steepled as he took a seat, his shoulders slumped with these words. The woods. Collared werewolf.
"Everyone please calm yourselves," His voice was sharp, crisp. "This is no accident. Werewolves - wearing collars no less, do not just appear outside of Castle Vankyroth and start mauling vampires. There is more behind this, and I do not believe that just blindly charging into the wood and beating our chests will solve the issue."
"Everyone please calm yourselves," His voice was sharp, crisp. "This is no accident. Werewolves - wearing collars no less, do not just appear outside of Castle Vankyroth and start mauling vampires. There is more behind this, and I do not believe that just blindly charging into the wood and beating our chests will solve the issue."