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Nathaniel Arkchion Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 10:14 pm
For the first time Alexandre was silent, he listened to Arrea speak, and chuckled softly about the weaklings. He agreed with her and he knew that she knew that. They after all were two of the most powerful vampires in existence. "I believe your are correct, we should return to our beloved Crimson Underground."
Alexandre watched her mount her horse, shaking his head he chuckled. Muttering something under his breath be began to levitate. He then shot off to follow Arrea. He flew along side her as they made their way back to the Underground.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:48 pm
Adamaeis burst through the door of the broom closet, the door shot open as if he had kicked it. Upon inspection one would find that Adamaeis was in a slightly ill tempered mood, you see he had nearly torn apart the tavern looking for his silverwood cane. Without telling anyone he even investigated a few rooms to see if someone had stored it there. With almost a few days of not finding it he had decided to venture back to Tel Hai to get one of his many spares.
upon entry to the oldest realm however, he found his beloved workshop ransacked by local criminals. Nearly all of his possessions were taken, the crooks luckily left behind piles of his notes and formulas. It took Adamaeis all afternoon to track down the group of thieves, which in he process he had to venture all of the way to skrie. Upon reaching the floating metropolis he was greeted by the city guard, which forced him to pay a hefty fine for overdue taxes.
finally tracking the thieves down he ended up having to fight his way out of a pub, and free run nearly all the way to a cruddy "abandoned" storehouse where they hid his stuff. There he had to bribe a guard to get inside which left him completely out of pocket change, and if that wasn't enough he had to call in a favor from the crew of the ship Sibil to get his stuff out of the warehouse.
venturing back to his shop by way of skry, he found all of he possessions had been returned by the pirates except for the collection of silverwood canes. Getting annoyed he decided to return to the haven and continue to search for his silverwood cane.
"Damn thieves, damn canes, damn guards, damn pubs, damn pirates... damn canes.." Adamaeis murmured as he walked up to the bar and slumped down on one of the dark oak stools, feeling a bit at his whits end.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:32 pm
Mary opened the door into the tavern with a soft grunt, having had to lean into it to add power to her weak arms. She took off her long jacket to reveal a skimpy outfit that showed off her pale and toneless tummy, and that would show off cleavage if she had any to speak of. She lazily approached the bar, plumping into a seat and saying to the barkeep, "What do you have to eat? I'm starving! Give me some cake or something, please."
Letting out a relaxed sigh, she slouched in her seat and waited to be served. When her cake arrived, she dug in greedily, gobbling up every moist bit of cake and lapping up the crumbs. When she finished the first piece, she signaled the bartender to bring her more, and tore into it with equal enthusiasm. With her hands and mouth occupied, her eyes slowly scanned the room, taking stock of the others there.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:48 pm
When the girl ordered the cake a suit of black armor with the Forsworn family crest, stood behind the bar seemed to shiver slightly before standing up from where it sat on a ledge. The armor moved to get her the cake, and when she ordered more it got her more. The movements of the armor were very graceful but lacked true life. Once the tasks was done the armor went back to the ledge and sat back down.
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Nathaniel Arkchion Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 2:21 pm
Mary paused to ponder the suit of armor. "So... I guess the cake is free then... maybe I should have more..." She stretched in her seat and said "More please," to the armor, greedily anticipating the gluttony to come.
She looked around the room for someone to talk to, pondering the faces she saw.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 5:19 pm
Tap. A tap, tap. Keto stood in front of a keg of that potent elixir Soddus and his family drank, Dragons Ale. He filled his cup to the brim and stopped the might brew from flowing once again. Raising his mighty obsidian mug to his lips he took a large gulp and let the burn warm his body. The giant man was wearing formal attire for the night. His all black royal garb that he had commissioned a few weeks ago. Raising the cup back to his lips he finished the brew that was in his mug then refilled it. Once refilled he turned and made his way back to his throne and took his seat. He was hoping to see Soddus and maybe Solus tonight.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 11:02 pm
By this point in time Adamaeis was barely what one would call conscious, consenting to the mass consumption of Sky Gin which he favored to the burning sensations that Dragons Ale would leave you with. He had downed nearly eight bottles by now and was surprisingly still alive. His face was rather flush with the warmth that drunkenness brought, and his normal straight stature was broken as he slumped over in a slightly pitiful mess, his head hanging down lazily. Thoughts of his past flooded his mind, as he remembered his dear friend Solus saving his life for the last time.
"Herrrsh.. tuh.. you.. my gud frrend.." Adamaeis bellowed between a fit of hick-ups. Looking towards the Thrones he imagined belonging to the entire Forsworn family, he noticed the Large man sitting upon one of them as if he belonged there.
Stumbling to his feet Adamaeis weaved his way over to the mantle which the thrones were sitting atop of. Leaning against it for support he began to address this fellow he would later come to find as Keto.
"Youh... Mye guud felloh.. do yer wanna knowh a shecret... I wash besht frnds wuth owwwne ofth hees fancy Forswrnnns. He washhh tha gretst man I ever shurrely met... til he had tuh go n dieh on me..." Adamaeis said in a rather loud hushed tone he meant to be a whisper. For a moment he stood there in silence, before looking at his tankard full of Sky Gin and with some effort bringing it up to his lips so he could choke down another gulp.
"Who am I kiddn... I shuulda never whent thurr by meh lonesum.. I am so sorreh Solus..." Adamaeis slurred before he broke down in to tears. This was really the first time he had taken to vent about all that happened in the months prior, and of Solus' death. For a long moment He sobbed not caring who was around, or what they thought of him.
A few moments after he had calmed down, he sniffled and wiped the tears from his cheek before he looked up at Keto and grimly smiled.
"Sorreh Mishter.. sheems I have ad a bit to much gin tuh andle." He said before falling forward, catching himself he weaved back towards the bar and once again took his place on the stool. Noticing the woman at the bar he blushed at the immodesty of her clothing, and tipped his hat with two fingers before saying.
"Good evening Miss."
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 12:13 am
After the arrival of the third piece of cake, she dug into it with the same greed she'd displayed in devouring the other two. Just as she pondered whether she'd dare ask for a fourth piece or it was time to get a drink to wash down her feast, she heard the drunk man greet her. Absent mindedly, she waved her hand at the armor again as she turned toward him.
"Hello there! Who might you be? I don't mean to pry, but is something troubling you?" she said to him, looking at him intently.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 12:29 am
"Nutin comes tuh mind my young little lady.." Adamaeis stated truthfully, because at that point he had a slight case of short term memory loss. Turning towards he pointed a finger at the girl with a slight grin.
"Yuh, butter beh carefull around here lil miss.. the people that comes through herr are never ordinary, we all have secrights and many have had legends told about them. heh heh.. I bet you thought this was an ordinary castle when you first walked through that door din ya? " Adamaeis said his arms flaunting around awkwardly the whole time.
"Ferr truble markers this pllace is na very safe.. yuh seahh..." He continued before his speech slurred to silence, half waiting for a response he nodded lazily as if to assure her that even though he was drunk, his words still held a truthful weight.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 12:36 am
"Oh, I'm not a trouble maker, and I'll be careful," she replied, taking a closer look at the drunken man. "So what's your name? I'm Mary," she said, beaming a smile.
When a fourth piece of cake arrived due to her unknown accidental order, she look at it confusedly. "I didn't ask for this," she thought to herself. Turning to the drunken man, she offered, "Would you like some cake, sir?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 12:53 am
" Balk home I'mma known as Adamaeis Royale Kaster.. the ghreat isle detective.. herh heh aint that uh funneh joke.." Adamaeis said before a garbled chuckle slipped through his lips which quickly escalated into a fit of intense cackling, fist pounding the bar included. calming down once the girl had offered him cake, He simply shook his head to decline the offer.
"I'm not to keen on your realms sweetener... wats it culled.. uhh.. mmmm... shugar.. stuff will rott your gums out it will." He replied before yawning and lazily scratching the back of his neck and stretching.
"So nice meeting yeh mish.. but I think I'd like to pass out now.." With that he crumpled over onto the bar, his face landing sideways he immediately began drooling, and the faint sound of breathing escaped his lips.
[tis late, I am off to bed.]
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 1:05 am
Mary leaned towards him, nudging him slightly to move him into a position that looked a little more comfortable. After that, she turned back to the cake. "No sense letting it go to waste," she said, chowing down on yet another serving of dessert, four more pieces of cake than she probably should have eaten.
Sated and lethargic, she waved to the armor for a drink to wash it all down. Speaking to noone in particular, she said, "So what's there to do around here?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:55 pm
Those words sunk in like a blade during one of Keto's many battles. His eyes were staring at the rest of the Dragons Ale that resided inside that massive rock mug he carried with him. This was news to him and stung it did. He was losing family members left and right now he assumed. He didn't say a word to anyone or anything, not even to himself. After a few seconds his eyes were set in the fashion of a cold hearted killer. His mind raced as he dipped his head down, allowing his raven lock to fall and shadow his face slightly. He was thinking of what could kill a mighty being such as Solus.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 6:17 pm
Mary says, to noone in particular, "Everyone around here is so dour," before slowly rising from her seat. She carefully approaches Keto with a warm smile on her face, and greets him, "Hi there. I'm Mary. Is something troubling you?"
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