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An unnatural fog rolled in, and to those that observed on, could only assume that the temperature had dropped to support such an occurence. Past the main gate, and past the onlooking guards the fog continued to roll in. Naturally no one would assume that a weather anomaly would have a direction or purpose, but then the was no mere fog.

There was intelligence directing it, as the intelligence belonged to a Patriarch Vampire, and the fog was in reality her own body. The temptations were there, so many lovely throats to sink ones fangs into, but for now, she would resist such delicacies. No, he fog body, rose in hight, and crept along the side of the castle. Even in this form she could feel the magical enchantments in place to defend the structure, and the magic was strong. Still it did not matter, mortals had there habits of making mistakes, and all it would take is one unprotected crack for her to enter the castle.

She continued to rise in height, and she could already sense within draconic blood, elven blood, and some delicious types she had never tasted upon. A thrill went through her undead form, as she had began to feel a sense of excitement. A sensation she had not felt in a century or two. Of course though she had slept on and off, as the world only seemed to bore her, and she wanted something new. Apparently her wish was granted when she sensed the collage of people that gathered here, and with simple magics to mind read, the guard filled in other questions she had thought of.

There was a war coming, and she decided she would take part in it.

Once Calzic entered the Castles Main hall magical mouths appeared, and began yelling ‘Intruder Alert.’ The sound that emanated from them was not subtle, but that was not bad enough as stone statues that seemed to act like they were holding up the stone pillars of the Castle animated. Sigils upon there stoney bodys glowing, and they began to move towards Calzic at a quickened pace.



There beginning purpose would be recognized as they began to surround him. Other shouts echoed in the hall, and rapid foot falls also, as men in armor began moving quickly to the hall.

One Knight was quicker than all of them put together. Unnaturally fast, and his movements too fluidic. He dressed as a Knight, but the helm he wore was not normal. Two red glowing eyes peered out of a black lens like visor. His weapon had already been drawn, and his body interposed where Calzic would not be able to simply avoid him.

“HALT!!! You are trespassing upon Castle De’Seas, you will drop your weapons, and specify your identity and intent. Any other action will be construed as an aggressive act and be responded to with deadly force. You will comply!”

As the seconds passed, other knights were visibly seen, and there destination clear.

"What is your designation, and for what purpose do you wish to see the Healer?"

Sir Steel did not move, his guard did not drop. His men, and the Golems maintained there position also.

Sir Steel tracked the flower, and discerned no threat as he bent down to recover it.

"Stay here, I will present this to her, if she wishes to see you, she will return. If not, then you will be asked to leave."

Sir Steel left, and went to the Audience chamber where he looked for the Healer. Finding her, he went to her and presented the rose to her. He expertly detailed his appearance to her.

"If you wish to see him, I will escort you back down there."

finally holding his beloved in his arms he couldn't help but smell the sweet scent of flowers. "you haven't changed, still as beautiful as i remember you." holder her closly all the world seemed to stand still. "ive missed you" his voice soo tender, so soft it could lull a baby to sleep

((sorry it took so long. I finally figured out how to do this))

A seemingly frail and travel-worn young man approached the gates. He wore the clothes of a commoner, and carried a worn Leather sack. He carried a Blade on his back, which, unlike the rest of his attire seemed well taken care of. His eyes seemed the only thing alive on him. Despite his worn appearance, a mysterious aura surrounded him. One of strong Magic
With him he carried a summons from the Lord of the Castle. Appearantly part time work as an escort and Mercenary earned him a reputation.

He came to the Castle for only three reasons. He dreamed of Knighthood, and the lording may grant him it. The second was a voice in his head. That of a Women whom he only met twice. She seemed to influence him everywhere he went after their encounters, and something told him the Castle was connected.

Lastly was his name. Myth was what he was called. He had no memory of his real name or Heritage. Only one word connected the Boy to his past.

"Moonbane"

((Too much?))

Myth stood straight up "I am Myth. No other name do I know. I seek Audiance with the Lording of this castle, Lord Galen." and Myth extends the papers to Tussaud. "I apologize for my appearance. A bandit made off with my wares while I was preoccupied..."

from the top of the stairway she watches as the two men exchange in conversation, a traveler she did not know and the knight who made her feal welcome when she first arived. walking down the steps she wals up behind the knight and asks "is there anything i may do to assist you gentalmen?"