Somewhere in a faraway land...

[AriaSilverfyre]

OOC: This tale takes place in some distant land. A large castle sits on a hilltop. Tattered banners flutter gently in the soft breeze. The castle is home to a vampiress and her servants along with a traveler who has stopped for the night. Many things happen at night in the castle and the superstitions have reached even the most remote village. Beware, for the mistress is hungry...

I need some people to play the 4 servants and lone male traveler. PM me if you are interested.

 

[masterswordsman01]

ooc:Ill play a servant if u dont mind, if u agree, either send me what u want me to be like or ill make a person up

 

[AriaSilverfyre]

Welcome aboard Masterswordsman. I'll leave the char entirely up to you. Just post a bio and you'll be all set.

 

[masterswordsman01]

ooc:k, heres my character:

name: Damien
hair:black
eyes:bright sky blue
skin:white
height:6'1"
descriprion: Damien is a very loyal person, and has never betrayed anyone who he consideres a friend.usually he is very quiet,and isnt much of a conversationalist He usually wears casual, comfortable clothes, but always carries a concealed ruby-hilted dagger, wich he is an expert at throwing.He usually walks through the castle at night,to make sure everyone is asleep or is not in need of anything.He is Julianna's first and most loyal servant.

(also one more question,have u turned ur servants into vampires also?, or are they normal humans?)

 

[AriaSilverfyre]

OOC: Guess I should have mentioned more detail about the servants. Basically they are still human. They know that their mistress is a vampire, but are too afraid to do anything. She treats them well and keeps them happy.

I'm going to start the storyline as soon as my traveller posts his bio. Should be fun.

My char's bio:
Name: Julianna
Height: 5'8"
Build: slim and lithe
Age: appears to be in her early 20's, no one knows her true age
Other: Julianna appears to be a very noble woman. Her movements are deliberate yet very graceful. She is kind to those who are loyal to her, but can quickly become one's worst nightmare. She looks sweet and innocent, but underneath all that is a hungry vampire.

 

[Swashbuckler]

The travler arrives...

OOC:

Sir Raymond
Landless traveling knight
5' 10"
Long curly blonde hair, Pale blue eyes
Barrle chest, muscled limbs
Arrogant and proud



IC:

The slight fluttering of faded adn worn banners streaked the ever greying sky over the ramparts of the castle walls. The begginings of a state of decay seemed to emminate as the storm crept towards the cold stones. There was an uncertain chill in the late afternoon air as I urged Maxmillian, my powerful black stallion towards the gates. For the first itme in years he seemed tenative in his gait. Patting his neck reassuringly I managed to set him on the meandering, overgrown trail that led up the hillside to the castle's looming maw. Rusting portcullis, glowering over the bridge like heavy iron teeth.

Maxmillian's hooves hit the bridge just as the first stroke of lightning split the sky. The setting sun already burried behind the black curtain of clouds. Chill rain pelted us both as I struggled to urge him on. Half way across a second boom of thunder shook the bridge; Maxmillian reared as if in terror. He had never acted like this, he feared no mortal foe.

Steadying him and patting him, I tried to reassure my old freind, "Max, max," I whispered as I stroked his rainstreaked mane, "shhh, my freind. Just a few more steps and we can find a shelter from this...," I waved a hand at the hieghtening storm. Pulling my scarlet hood low over my head I coaxed my suddenly timid freind forward.

I dismounted at the gates, my sword flopping at my side. I lifted the huge bronzed ring that hung from the mouth of a gargoyle head mounted on the thick oaken gates and drove it home. Sending a booming knock into the courtyard. Lightning flashed once more, Max stirred and the rain began to earnestly pour. And I waited...

 

[masterswordsman01]

Damien walks through the castle's corridors, doing the usual routine, making sure everything is in order, when he hears the knock at the gate, and without a thought walks calmly down to the gate, and opens it slowly, his piercingly sky blue eyes studying the traveler.
"can I help you sir?", in a quiet, yet deep voice.

 

[Swashbuckler]

The door gives way and a tall pale man appears out of the rain, "Can I help you, sir," he says in a quiet and deep breathe. Pushing past him and thrusting the reins into his hand as my thigh brushes against a dagger at his waist. Not bothering to look at the man, gazing up at the house itself, I say over my shoulder in a loud voice, "I am a traveling knight, seeking shelter form the storm, see to my horse my good man." My eyes peering through the rain, catching the few warm lit windows of the house.

Turning, to face the tall man, "Whom is the man of this grand abode? I am new to these lands and would love to be intorduced, my name is Raumond, Sir Raymond."

 

[masterswordsman01]

He calmly takes the reins of the man's horse, a slight frown on his lips.
He replies in the same voice calmly: "Welcome Sir Raymond, to the castle of Mistress Julianna, if you will please wait in the room right over there(points to across the courtyard, where light is seen,outlining a door), I will tend to your horse and see that she is notified of your arrival".
turns and briskly leads the horse to the stables, making sure it is ok for the time being, before walking to the study,where Julianna is, and knocks lightly on the door

(ooc:I hope you dont mind I place you somewhere Ariasilverfyre, but I cant think of any other place for you to be right now)

 

[Swashbuckler]

Sir Raymond

A curt nod to the tall man, set me off across the rain streaked courtyard. Tiny riverlets rushing between time worn and neglected cobblestone islands pass beneath my bootsteps. A heavy door gives way to a small fire warmed room. Pulling off my hood and shaking my cloak I sit myself in a roughhewn chair to prop my boots over the fender.

My mind racing, "Mistress Julianna, eh?" I whisper aloud as my eyebrow cocks itself in curiousity. Awaiting my hostess or her staff to see to me. My mind playing with the idea of a wrinkled old crone widow, or a young heiress... "This has been a long journey," I whispered aloud to myself as I looked about the room for some brandyto warm me.

 

[masterswordsman01]

"Mistress Julianna?", he asks quietly,"I am sorry to bother you but we have had a visitor, a Sir Raymond,I will go and make sure he is comfortable till you are ready to see him"
without another word, truns and walks back to the room Sir Raymond is waiting in.he enters quietly,and walks till he is next to the man, asking calmly, "is there anything I can help you with Sir?"

 

[AriaSilverfyre]

I look up from my book as I hear the knock at the front gate ring through the courtyard. "It's about time." I think to myself. I wait for Damien to come and inform me of the visitor. I smile as I hear him and listen as his soft footfalls move down the hall.

I wait for a moment, not wanting to frighten him, before standing and making my way to greet my visitor. I take my light cloak from its peg and wrap it around me. It flares slightly behind me as I walk.

I make my footsteps loud enough to be heard as I approach the room where my visitor has made himself comfortable.

"Good evening." I say with a slight accent, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Julianna, mistress of this castle and surrounding lands. Welcome. You may stay as long as you wish, however I may ask some services of you." I smile sweetly as I finish the last few words.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Sir Raymond

The tall man returns and offers me service, "You happen to have a spot of brandy for the chill, or anyth....," my voice trailing off. As an eeriely beautious maid enters the room.

Her voice is accented, not foreign, no...forgotten maybe the word as if a voice from days long past. It has a melodious quality to it. I find as I look her up and down as if she is the first woman I have ever seen. Her eyes seem to capture mine in a peculliar way. Time seems to pause as her lips move. A second, an hour, I can not be sure.

With a sudden chill her words reach my brain. "My lady, I am honored at your hospitality, and I am at your service," I say as I fumble forward and take her hand in mine, raising it to my lips. Lifting my lips from her wrist but holding her small hand still. Feeling her chilled fingers within my own, curious, I think to myself, surely she would not have been out in the rain on this night. "As I said, milady, I am at your service. My name is Raymond, Sir Raymond, milady."

 

[masterswordsman01]

I bow slightly to Julianna as she enters, and fall silent, listening calmly to the conversation until something is required of me or i am dismissed to other duties.

 

[AriaSilverfyre]

"Thank you, Damien." I say with a slight, dismissing nod. "You have done well. Go get this man some of our finest brandy. It has been long since we last had a visitor."

Turning back to the visitor, I move to a seat and sit gracefully in a single fluid motion. My cloak barely making a sound yet flaring out nicely.

"Tell me, Sir Raymond, what brings you here. I am curious to know what happens outside my borders. Business matters here unfortunately keep me from travelling much." My piercing green eyes catch the light from the fire and sparkle, seeming to flash red for an instant.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Sir Raymond

Capitvated by the sparkle of her emerald eyes, the fire blazes against her pools and flashes them crimson. I blink slightly, as I answer her question, "Milady Julianna, I am traveling through these lands on my way north. There is a tournament pending in Pazulia. If my luck holds, I may manage a new suit of mail. There is talk of war with the sultan to the east, but there is always talk and little war." I say expressively. My own regret at the talk of war and no solid prospects of action, and thus the chance for fortune and glory, rising to the surface in my voice.

Rising up, and lowering my head in a slight bow, "Forgive me, milady, the only news I can realte to is that of martial import. As," I add with a sigh, "that is all I know."

Taking a goblet of brandy from the tall man I smile at the man and keeping my eyes on my lovely hostess' eyes, I raise the warming nectar to my lips. `

 

[masterswordsman01]

I go and retrieve the brandy and bring it back to the room, giving it to Raymond and stepping back again, standing respectfully a few away from the two as they talk.absentmindedly I ran my hand over the concealed ruby-encrusted dagger,concealed just above my waist and a little to the side so that if i need to I could reach it quickly.outwardly I remained silent, and without movig my glance I guaged the distances to exits, how close everyone one was in relation to the others,and my estimate of the fighting ability of my mistress's guest(I had no need to guage the abilities of my mistress, for her very appearance belies that and makes it impossible to tell by just a glance).all this I checked almost absentmindedly as I waited patiently and silently.

 

[Slance]

No remorse

OOC:Could I be a servent who is neither afraid or human he would be a half elf?

 

[AriaSilverfyre]

"Thank you again, Damien." I say, turning to him. "You may go about your duties."

Silently, expressionless and un-revealing I scan Sir Raymond's mind. "He tells the truth." I think to myself. I scan his body, making a mental note of some of his best features. My eyes barely move.

"Pazulia is not too much farther from here. Three days ride at most. When is the tournament to begin?" I say, my accent calming him and making the strain from the journey more evident.

"Forgive me. You must be exhausted. " I say apoligetically as I watch him try to stifle a yawn. "Let me show you to a room."

I walk a couple steps to the door and wait.

 

[masterswordsman01]

I bow again to Julianna before taking a different door, silently closing the door behind me before walking my usual rounds through the castle, humming an old song from some hazy memory of my past.

 

[Slance]

OOC:
Name: Lucan Ivellioss
Age: 15
Hair: Blonde
Height: 5'8
Clothes: Has A silver cloak that has turned gray from ware has leather amour under and under that a white shirt and some lether pants.
Weapons: A long sword and a short sword under his cloak he hides them but he knows the vampires can sense them but he guesses she doesn't do any thing about them because she could kill him easly. He also has a long bow that he keeps in his room.
Bio: Has not been a servant as long mabey 4 months. He has no remorse whats so every because when he was on an advanture helping an angel who was fighting a demon his fianca was killed by the demon when Lucan had helped th eangel defeat the demon he was granted one wish and he was over come with missery so he wished for having no remorse because he didn't want to care about any one any more. He now killed with out care if theres a gain in it for him even kids. The vampiress can easly sense this.
Looks: Pretty much like and elf uncept not as long ears he has a elven completion is good with his long bow like and elf and all other elven things uncept he ahs no magic.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Sir Raymond

Bowing slightly as I stride to capture Lady Julianna's arm in the crook of my own, "Your hospitallity overwhelms me milady," I say as I open the door we stand before to leave the chamber. Strolling with the deliscious Julianna down the long hall, lit by candles, fluttering their pale buttered glow on the tapestried stones. I notice an ancient painting, wrought by a gifted hand, the resemblence is almost perfect to the creature at my side. Save the eyes, the maiden in the portrait has the eyes of a girl, young and full. Julianna's eyes have a deeper timeless quality that belies her years, as if she has been thrust into the darkness of the world at a tender age, "An ancestor?" I inquire softly with an inquisitive gesture to the portrait in its ornate and ancient frame. "The resemblence is striking, though your ancestor pales before your beauty," I say with a half grin and a twinkling eye.

Julianna's eyes, flash crimson, catching the light of the nearby candle sconce fully as she turns. I seem to feel every drop of the blood coursing through my veins. Flooding true to my desire for this creature at my side. I could not believe my luck, finding a maiden of property and apparently without the benefit of family or the burden of husband. It truely seemed the beginning of a dream to me.

 

[Slance]

Sat on his bed tending his bruises and cuts he had no use unless fighting and thats what he did he was you could say her sparing partner he was the only one that lastes longer then 3 seconds in a sword battle of course she doesn't go full forse but he still gets beaten up pretty bad but he almost had her this time she had to use her magic to gain strenghth. Of course Lucna tohught of the lady as quite a well fighter he also pittied that he would have to kill her he had tooken a liking to her he even caught him self fantasizing but he knew how to hid his thoughts from her he could pretty much lock the thought of killing her in a box not magic just practise. He got up after tending his cuts she had healed the sutcher thta was on his stomic but he had to take care of his cuts. He pulled his short on then his cloak he left his aumor. He relized he couldn't pitty he had no pity , mercy , cauntios , remorse but... Aww he thought I'm probly just feeling that I will miss out on her body not pity but sadness at personal loss. He hefted hsi sword in to his belt and left his bow of course he didn't have to kill her any time soon at least not before the change... He walked out of the door and heard aproching footseps he walked by looking form under his hood at the lady he saw the man he laughed at him in his head. <The poor ass he has no idea.> As he walked on he felt the flicker of some thing in his mind but it was gone he turned the corner he bumps in to the servant Damien and Lucan backs up and says "Watch it I'll have your head." Lucna walks on he knows Damien is use to this Lucan acts like this to every one but the lady witch he treats with outmost respect.

 

[AriaSilverfyre]

I catch the thought passing through Lucan's mind as I walk by him with Sir Raymond. "Watch your tongue. I can easily kill you if I liked, or even worse." I send telepathically.

My attention returns to the man at my side. Blushing lightly, I reply, "You are quite kind in your words, Sir Raymond. You are correct, the woman in the painting is an ancestor. The first woman of this castle I believe."

We pass a few more doors until I stop. "Ah, here we are. I had Lucan prepare it for you. I hope it is to your liking."

I open the large doors. The light from the fire reflecting on the dark wood. Candles sit in tall holders in each corner. In the center of the room is an immense four-post bed. Each post hand-carved of the same kind of wood as the doors.

 

[Slance]

Lucan walks on not replying knowing that he has no place warning people and what is it to him? He walks on looking at the many paintings of the ansesters he stops for a second and traces his finger along a painting trying to focase then his head twitches slightly and he luahgs quitely to himself walking on.