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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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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"As does a sword, but it isn't always right." Charles said. He was confident that with four vampires a single werewolf would hold little ground against them, even if his shoulder still ached from the teeth. He desired a revenge before the werewolf turned into a human again and tracking her would grow troublesome.
"While I understand your need for closure," He stated slowly with a nod towards Charles, "We must take into account that this beast is collared." It worried him, truly it did. Who in their right mind would tame a werewolf? Nobody he knew. Unless... No. Casren shook his head, attempting to rid himself of this thought. But...
"Who would collar a werewolf?"
"Who would collar a werewolf?"
"The collar was not alone, it held a broken chain. It is possible that the beast had escape, though I saw no other signs."
Now they were getting it. "Exactly my suspicion, boss. Who would collar a werewolf? Better yet, who has the numbers and strength to collar a werewolf, and the confidence to release it into the wild?" He tapped his forehead with concentration. "Clearly no single person - especially not a vampire, given Werewolves tenacity of late - would be so powerful. I only know one or two people who have survived a fight to the death with a werewolf. So we're looking at a group," He met the eyes of all the people in the room, his smile fighting through the mask of seriousness he had donned. "of powerful people. Who can tame a werewolf and would have reason to release it near our turf."
He cleared his throat, smiling pleasantly at the gathered. "Are there any other allied and super powered people that we know of, other than us? A cult, perhaps?"
He cleared his throat, smiling pleasantly at the gathered. "Are there any other allied and super powered people that we know of, other than us? A cult, perhaps?"
"Dominic," He nodded towards his fellow Blood, "Charles," and towards his other respectively.
"I had a meeting today with a woman, the leader of another family of Vampires. Perhaps these things are related, perhaps they are not. Let's not jump to conclusions," He cleared his throat and leaned forward a bit.
"The Lessards are not pleased with us," He said in an almost whisper, although there was no reason for him to.
"I had a meeting today with a woman, the leader of another family of Vampires. Perhaps these things are related, perhaps they are not. Let's not jump to conclusions," He cleared his throat and leaned forward a bit.
"The Lessards are not pleased with us," He said in an almost whisper, although there was no reason for him to.
Dominic raised an eyebrow. "Who in the realm of undead are the Lessards?" He queried, drawing his own conclusions. He turned to Charles. "Do you know of this? Did he tell you anything about this?"
"I've yet to learn the names of all our clansmen Dominic, I know nothing of the Lessards." Pausing Charles looked to the leader of the group, the one who seemed to know the most. "How have we earned their ill will?"
"They are unhappy with us for two reasons, one more trivial than the other," He started cleared his throat slightly, and straightened his posture. Speech time.
"The first reason is fully understandable. We have wronged their domain, we have done to them the equal of unleashing an evil. We jeopardized them with our Hunt in their Domain, brought unwanted and unneeded attention onto their home," Which they had. They had slaughtered many, and despite what they had done it could not be covered up.
"For this I have apologized on our behalf, and given word that the Detente shall not desecrate Wing City again." It was a loss, yes, but not the largest of ones. There were also loopholes in their agreement, but he would get to that after the second...topic.
However, he paused for now, seeking his Blood's reaction.
"The first reason is fully understandable. We have wronged their domain, we have done to them the equal of unleashing an evil. We jeopardized them with our Hunt in their Domain, brought unwanted and unneeded attention onto their home," Which they had. They had slaughtered many, and despite what they had done it could not be covered up.
"For this I have apologized on our behalf, and given word that the Detente shall not desecrate Wing City again." It was a loss, yes, but not the largest of ones. There were also loopholes in their agreement, but he would get to that after the second...topic.
However, he paused for now, seeking his Blood's reaction.
Dominic sliced the air with his palm, his eyes narrowed. "I knew this would happen," he seethed through clenched teeth. "I knew that if you lot went running around main street like animals no good would come of it. And look what you did, and look what happened. I trust you will act more like your stature - as nocturnal hunters, not butchers - in the future before we piss of the entire Roman society!"
He breathed deeply, and let it out. "But you apologized and made peace, which is good. And you're saying that was the trivial matter?"
He breathed deeply, and let it out. "But you apologized and made peace, which is good. And you're saying that was the trivial matter?"
He took the tongue lashing as it was delivered. Yes, they had been foolish, but it had been enjoyable. A small smirk fixed itself on his lips.
"Yes, that was the trivial matter," The smirk disappeared.
"Yes, that was the trivial matter," The smirk disappeared.
Charles remained silent. He fumed inside his own skull, cursing the Lessards and their damned pet. He would rather hold his tongue until Casren had finished explaining how else they'd wronged the Lessard family.
"I told you all what we could do to cover the hunt up before we left," Harlequin replied with a frown as he wandered in. "Or was it just to Daemala? Honestly I'm not sure. This is what we should have done: used knives, not fangs to spill blood. Do not drain dry, merely suckle then move on. We should have also left bloodied bodies and a very big mess. That way they would have thought it was a simple mass murder rather than a hunt."
He sighed a little, then made to slide down into a seat. "I vividly recall requesting these things so that I, a well known theatrical mass murderer, would take the blame instead of a clan of vampires."
He sighed a little, then made to slide down into a seat. "I vividly recall requesting these things so that I, a well known theatrical mass murderer, would take the blame instead of a clan of vampires."
Daemala Tauvyr she cast her gaze downward. Had she forgotten to repeat that? That was vital information.
"That's not the point, jester." He snapped. "The point is that you did it at all. The point is that all of you did, as a new clan, a new alliance, with no regard to turf or boundaries." He waved his hand. "I'm sorry, Casren. I keep interrupting you. What were you saying about the other matter?"
His kin was brilliant. Casren listened intently to the Harlequin's words, and shot the dirtiest look imaginable towards Daemala. Turning his gaze on Dominic, his expression turned from sour to grave. The other matter.
"Mariotto."
"Mariotto."
"I knew he said they treated him poorly; however they seek to harm us for his betrayal now?" Charles was confused by this. As far as he knew Mariotto had done nothing wrong, though he knew full and well the man wasn't innocent. Yet, at the same time he saw no reason to why he and others must be penalized for that that man's faults. "What would they have done with him?
He chuckled. Oh, great. "Mariotto." He muttered, his smile half growing. "I see."
He looked around the group. Daemala, still gazing at the floorboards. The Harlequin, scowling at his sire. Charles, sticking up for his comrade, questioning the Lessard's motives. And Casren, who had a grave expression on his face.
"Kill him." he said, simply. "Cut the chord. Live and let lie."
He looked around the group. Daemala, still gazing at the floorboards. The Harlequin, scowling at his sire. Charles, sticking up for his comrade, questioning the Lessard's motives. And Casren, who had a grave expression on his face.
"Kill him." he said, simply. "Cut the chord. Live and let lie."
Again he sighed, an action he had grown to quite enjoy. He did not need the air, but it felt kind of nice. Woosh in, woosh out, it adds dramatic effect. Accents your words, even. Then Dominic spoke.
"No!" He flung up a hand to halt any interruptions, "That is what they want. His blood on our hands."
"No!" He flung up a hand to halt any interruptions, "That is what they want. His blood on our hands."
"If that's what they want," he shot back, just as quickly. "then I say we give it to them. The caught a werewolf, Casren. And unleashed it on us. They clearly have ten times our strength, they know this land, they know this turf, and we're merely renting. And you would allow us to be in danger over a simpleton."
The Harlequin began to chuckle a little. "They caught a werewolf? Well Daemala caught a Harlequin. I fancy our chances."
He was so full of himself.
He was so full of himself.
"You're an idiot." He spat at the weird clown thing, not even deigning to look at him. He was focused on their 'fearless' leader, and his moronic view of "All for one."
He shook his head.
"Who are we to kill on behalf of someone else's grudge? I say we pull what strings we have. Send Mariotto to deal with the werewolf, surely he would enjoy the challenge? I have no reason to fight a Lessard, and if they proceed to kill Mariotto we have reason to deport the beast back to them."
"Who are we to kill on behalf of someone else's grudge? I say we pull what strings we have. Send Mariotto to deal with the werewolf, surely he would enjoy the challenge? I have no reason to fight a Lessard, and if they proceed to kill Mariotto we have reason to deport the beast back to them."