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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Room of Reason is a part of 
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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Mariotto would just seem irritated and reach into his jacket only to pull out a black flask and down the contents only to have a single trail of blood that seemed to run down his mouth to his chin. "My father was one of the oldest to hunt down those abominations but he missed one apparently. They feed on all of our kind not just the youngest I am afraid." Mariotto would wipe his chin off and place the flask on the table only tolook at the jester as if offering him a drink.
"Grotesque," He commented with a small smile, and glanced towards the flask. No, he was not thirsty, hungry, or whatever they called it now a days, but the flask did smell delicious.
"What is the name for the delicious nectar that my nose does detect?"
"What is the name for the delicious nectar that my nose does detect?"
"Just blood sire but more specifically something my father perfected that I had taken up when he had passed."
"Woman, I need you to come out and explain to me how I survive," he said as he stopped in the doorway. "After that I'll go."
Daemala Tauvyr sighed, she did not have time for this.
"Lyra, contract?" She reached a hand into her hair, pulling out a sharp pin. Placing the pin on the table, she looked around at the other vampires.
"I assume we all know what a blood pact is," She said. As soon as the girl drank a drop of a vampire's precious blood, she would be bound to them at least for a while. Of course the girl would be immortal as long as she was bound by blood to a vampire, but that would end if she were ever to stop. In return for the gift of immortality, the girl would be expected to allow the vampires to feed off of her. Not too unreasonable of a command. The woman would be pretty for as long as she desired, and as long as she didn't get herself killed, they would be able to feed.
"Lyra, contract?" She reached a hand into her hair, pulling out a sharp pin. Placing the pin on the table, she looked around at the other vampires.
"I assume we all know what a blood pact is," She said. As soon as the girl drank a drop of a vampire's precious blood, she would be bound to them at least for a while. Of course the girl would be immortal as long as she was bound by blood to a vampire, but that would end if she were ever to stop. In return for the gift of immortality, the girl would be expected to allow the vampires to feed off of her. Not too unreasonable of a command. The woman would be pretty for as long as she desired, and as long as she didn't get herself killed, they would be able to feed.
Mariotto would just bring his hand up to his eyes and rub at them while shaking his head as if he was getting a migraine. "Is she even competent enough to realize the downfall she would take if she agreed to that kind of pact."
It was all starting to make sense to Lyra, the Ball, the Alley, the strange look in the woman's eyes...
"But you say I would be pretty for as long as I desire?"
"But you say I would be pretty for as long as I desire?"
He turned a moment... Facing Lyra and Daemala. "Damn you, woman..." He growled, before slinking out of the door and passing out in the Entrance Hall.
"Well you can't go out in daylight. You're too weak at this point." She waved a hand, dismissing that subject completely. "And you cannot kill another vampire, you just don't."
"Is that it?" He asked, as he leaned back a little...
Couldn't kill another vampire, eh? Well... He shifted his feet uncomfortably... That would make things a little strange. "Alright."
Couldn't kill another vampire, eh? Well... He shifted his feet uncomfortably... That would make things a little strange. "Alright."
"Well, there are restrictions to that restriction as well," She responded, breaking off to greet Charles.
"Hello, please, come take a seat. My Kin and I are conversing on the rules of the Night. We have just started talking, and he knows he cannot bare sunlight just yet. We are now on the topic of not killing other vampires, and the restrictions on that."
"Hello, please, come take a seat. My Kin and I are conversing on the rules of the Night. We have just started talking, and he knows he cannot bare sunlight just yet. We are now on the topic of not killing other vampires, and the restrictions on that."
Charles Lemarr nodded in thanks for the context of the meeting and sat in the chair he'd held the other time he'd visited this room. Adjusting himself and resting both elbows on the table he brought his hands to his mouth, pulling on his lip as he watched the lesson, listening to see had he himself broken any of the rules. "Do not let me bother you, please continue.
"Thank you," She nodded and turned her attention back to her kin.
"These rules, if broken, usually do not go without punishment from someone. Call it Karma, if you will, for even if you are not condemned by your allies..." She was getting off topic.
"Respect your elders, that is a must. They are older, wiser, and more powerful than you by fault." She glanced towards Charles, to see if he wished to add input.
"These rules, if broken, usually do not go without punishment from someone. Call it Karma, if you will, for even if you are not condemned by your allies..." She was getting off topic.
"Respect your elders, that is a must. They are older, wiser, and more powerful than you by fault." She glanced towards Charles, to see if he wished to add input.
Charles Lemarr turned his head to the table, refusing to comment. He'd broken the creed too many times to rightfully comment.
"I'd prefer to remain apathetic," he mumbled as he lightly tapped the surface of the table. "How much more? I'm... Hungry."
He wanted to taste the honey-sweet red nectar and he was running out of patience.
He wanted to taste the honey-sweet red nectar and he was running out of patience.
"If you disrespect them," She said grimly, looking back towards the Harlequin, "You are at their mercy." She paused a moment, thinking about her own thirst, before harshly tacking on, "And don't come crying to me about it!"
"I'll try my best," he replied, leaving his answer intentionally vague. "Where do I feed and how?" He asked rather bluntly; wishing to get straight to the heart of the matter.
Daemala Tauvyr takes a seat in her usual spot, and motions for the newcomer and her kin to have a seat as well
He had been silent so far on their journey, taking in the grand hallways, the large ceilings, the general... atmosphere of the place. Looking at the two figures, he finally spoke, his voice constantly in the realm of puberty. "This is all you promised and more, my lady." He accepted the offer and sat three chairs down from her, sharp eyes taking in the room. "But what is our purpose for meeting? You were rather... mysterious."