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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 8:22 pm
XXXXXXXXXXX☽Pale Moon☾XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.
The year is 1066. England has been torn asunder by the Norman conquest and her fate sealed at the Battle of Hastings. The old king is dead; long live our king William of Normandy. In his wake he brings a new tide: Feudalism.
Power no longer rests on one head alone, but falls upon the shoulders of the greater families. Houses that have stood for generations, and some that have risen in the wreckage of the old, they wage a war of their own for power, and cunning is their blade. Lords and Ladies in their own rights, they spell a new world order in the land of Britain with but a word.
And the word is powerful.
War has torn the world bloody, and out of that crimson rain has raised creatures straight from the nightmares of babes; pale men who creep out at night to feed on the blood of living men, said to have crawled from their own graves and Wolves that walk upright, tower over the tallest of Knights, and speak in a human tongue... and even darker beings, skin like frostbite and eyes the colour of flaming rubies, who are only known as “the Others.”
The Dark Ages are upon us.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 9:06 pm
Rules & Setting &::..
☪Hogwarts exists, but it is not the focal point of the RP. Most social gathering of characters will happen in their own lands or through invitation to another’s, or at the King’s Seat in London. Court will happen often in London, in which case we will all be gathered either for tournaments, feasts, balls, or just because we want to be.
☪Hogwarts is reserved as a plot device, and only accessible to the more wealthy of wizards. Many Witches and Wizards that survived the war are Hedge Witches and unknown Wizards with the exception of Greater Families.
☪It is the intent of this RP to interact with the Setting, more specifically the Feudalism element. If you don’t wish to be your own Greater Family then please feel free to discuss the options of being a serf or a vassal to one of the current Greater Families in the RP.
☪Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Slytherin are NOT available for role-playing, nor are any other canon characters from the RP, HOWEVER you may role-play as a vassel or serf TO the four well-known houses.
☪In order to keep track of houses, banners and sigils, a posting format will be required (and provided) below. You may edit the format to make your posting style whatever you wish it to be, but you must always display your House Colors in the written word with each post.
Posting format::.. Enter House Name here Enter Sigil here
example:
Gwenyth Morgan of Wales Long-eared Hare
Vampire & Werewolf SPECIFIC Rules::..
Vampires: ...the Draculian Vhampyre is long of teeth, notably in the canine, and hungers for human blood as a man hungers for bread or fish. They are extremely powerful creatures, able to shift to a flight of bats or wolf, and stronger than five men together. Swift as a snake, able to move as a shadow upon the wall, and to dissolve into a mist when surrounded by enemies. Though their magical abilities have been stripped from them like life, their mental powers leave even wizards at their mercy when caught unguarded and unawares. Feeding sustains them, and it has been witnessed to grant the Vhampyre incredible regenerative abilities as well.
It is fortunate that this breed appears to have its limitations as well: Sunlight burns the Vampire as fire does, though it is suspected that he might survive a short burst of it. Holy symbols seem to ward the creature off, as does garlic, but the exact methods are known only to hedge witches and lesser medicine women who are loathe to give their secrets. They must be invited into a home in order to feed, but their mental abilities seem able to enspell most mortals into inviting them within. Once this invitation has been revoked, however, the Vampire is expelled from the premises by most ancient magics.
Muggle folk speak often of wooden stakes and beheading in order to stop the Vhampyre, but it is well-known that any object through any animal's heart, or the loss of its head, is sure to spell demise...
+Vampires cannot be wizards or witches, so they cannot masquerade as one. They will appear to be Muggles. +They suffer all the same restrictions as Muggles in relation to the Wizarding world concerning Magical Places +Their abilities are as powerful as a Wizard's
Were-wolves ...the wer wulf is perhaps the most deceptive and dangerous of creatures. as a wizard, it is nearly impossible to determine who's skin the wulf wears during the day and many nights. it is only during the three-day phase of the full moon that the wulf bears his fangs, and then he must be destroyed for fear of transmitting this awful curse to others.
a single bite is said to carry the curse, and so it is the duty of any noble blooded wizard or witch to destroy those who carry the mark - the scar that betrays each wulf. it is said that the scar never heals and burns brightest on the full moon.
as a preventative measure, witches and wizards are encouraged to stock their apothecaries with the herb wolfsbane as it is suspected to ward away the monsters, and to spread silver chains across any threshold in the home during the full moon phase. The purity of silver burns the beast...
+Witches and Wizards loathe Werewolves and will not protect them from Muggles +they may even give them up to Witch-hunters if their identity is discovered
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 9:08 pm
Notable Houses.
Mercia ruled by: Eadwine, son of Ælfgar. Brother of Morcar, Earl of Northumbria and Edith, the King's Widow, dowager of the former Ruler of Wales and Harold, former King of England. Uncle to Ember, Lady of Linnuis.
Colors: Blue & Gold Symbol: White Wyvern
Bannermen:
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 6:55 pm
 ________i ┄ s`et ↺ fire to the ➴rain : SET FIRE TO THE RAIN____watch﹢ed it ⊰POUR as i touched ˇYOUR F ♦ ACE. ↪ as i TOUCHED◟ { your face } ________❛ L - LET it b u r n while i 彡CRIED. LET IT BURN WHILE I CRIED___"CAUSE I H E A R D * IT ﹙screaming﹚ out your ‿ name - - - YOUR ↯NAME.________________[ I SET FIRE↰ TO THE ⇔ RAIN ]__________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. __i______________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn.Mercia, Earldom White Wyverniiiii XXXXXXXXXXCreaks and groans of an old wooden cart harmonize with the grumbles and groans of both driver and Ox as it passes by the old, shambled inn. A sign swinging above whistles at those that depart the rusted door, a rusty farewell to the patrons brave enough to travel to the muddier (and wetter) part of England in order to visit. Lady Ember of Mercia is such a patron, if only out of necessity. With a snap of her fingers her man is beside her - Eowan, a short, red-headed Irish deserter from the fair isles - and kneeling in the mud before she bids him to rise.
"Enough groveling," Ember says, distaste evident on her tone. "You've more use than a common muggle serf, Eowan."
"As you say, Lady."
"And you can save your titles for court."
"Yes, my Lady."
Glaring down at the man she is sure that she catches a glint of humor in his green eyes, but she is not amused. "Well?" She notes, impatience coloring both her voice and her cheeks as she waits his charm. It is too dangerous for her to brandish her wand in public, and too few places for her to conceal it within the restricting dresses of the modern London fashions. Straight from France -- France! Her b*****d sister had squealed, whirling about like an idiot when the dresses had arrived as a gift from their father, while Ember had only looked on in disdain. If only I could pass for a man. With her hourglass figure and long eyelashes, dark raven hair and delicate shoulders, she would never have made the deception convincing if she tried.
So, she dressed as her father willed it, even if he were miles away. 'Resplendent' they said, dressing her in her house colours -- the gold of the sun and blue of the sky, and silver to adorn her wrists, neck, and hair -- she had only sighed. The only ornament she did admire was the wyvern wings clipped to the net of pearls at her temple. Even in the muck ridden parts of she dressed as she should, if only because her wealth intimidated the roaches to staying away from her.
A handy thing, as Eowan pulled his own wand out discretely and cast on the hem of her dress and shoes to protect them from the filthy street. Wand away, he extended his arm to her and she joined him.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" He asked, his attempt of subtlety lost in his own excitement.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Ember said coyly, flashing a white smile at his unshaven face.
"You enjoy teasing me far too much, Lady."
"And you do not enjoy it half as much as you should." She reminded him, then paused to scrutinize his choice of dress as they walked. "Couldn't you find something more appropriate for today?" He was dressed in his woodsman attire, boiled leather and grey wool.
"I won't be with you at court," He admitted, avoiding her eyes. Before Ember could question him, he continued quickly. "The moon is full tonight."
Of course it is. She thought sulkily, but said nothing. They continued on that way in silence for awhile, turning up a street to the cleaner, swept and dried roads of the Kingsroad. "As soon as I've seen you to the gates I must depart."
"Yes." She agreed, though she was too unhappy at the prospect of being alone that night to say much more. It was the first banquet since the harvest and it had promised to be a fine evening, with the rich game of the forest and crops from the King's tribute paid throughout the past week.
Eowan's eyes darkened and she knew that he was struggling, trying to please her and keep her safe, but she didn't care. "I tire of your accusatory eyes, Eowan. I can see myself the rest of the way."
"Ember, you know I would stay..."
"Spare me your excuses. They are tiring and I have no desire to hear them." She said curtly, cutting him off. "Be on your way - I am on mine." And she detached from his arm, stalking off angrily. Now she was bereft company for the feat and a dance partner, and for what? He never spoke of what he did on the full moons, told her that it was not for a Lady to know, and that infuriated her more than anything. Passing a stall she caught her reflection in the painted glass the vendor was selling and her eyes narrowed at her own face.
If only I had been born a man...
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 5:15 pm
Helmont, Dante Silver Cross
A small glow allowed for the faintest of views of a face that was watching the gathering of a large number of lords and ladies. The glow died off just as it had appeared and followed by a stream of smoke and then only darkness working as its own mask. With hat and coat collar so close some might even have thought Dante had no head at all. As he watched one interesting woman suddenly left her escort and began making the rest of her walk alone. The man grinned under the shadow. She could be his way into the gathering and allow him the opportunity to investigate the nobles like he wanted to.
With a quick motion Dante tapped the remaining embers out of his pipe and put it away, and around the same time pulled his high collar down to curve in as it was designed and allow his face to be much more visible. He even lifted his hat just a bit so anyone wishing could see his eyes without having to try and peek under that large brim. He strode with confidence that he did have but not always showed openly but this time it might not hurt. He came alongside the woman and removed his hat as he made a sweeping bow and a grin and a wink.
"Good lady why on earth are you making your way to the event without an escort? A creature as delightful as yourself should never be without one," Dante replaced his hat and continued to smile throughout his speech, "I myself am heading to the feast as well and would be humbled if I could be given the honor to walk with you. I am Dante Helmont my'lady at your services," with that he took the woman hand and made a simple bow and a small kiss atop it and then allowed it to gently slip away, should she wish it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 8:29 pm
 ________i ┄ s`et ↺ fire to the ➴rain : SET FIRE TO THE RAIN____watch﹢ed it ⊰POUR as i touched ˇYOUR F ♦ ACE. ↪ as i TOUCHED◟ { your face } ________❛ L - LET it b u r n while i 彡CRIED. LET IT BURN WHILE I CRIED___"CAUSE I H E A R D * IT ﹙screaming﹚ out your ‿ name - - - YOUR ↯NAME.________________[ I SET FIRE↰ TO THE ⇔ RAIN ]__________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. __i______________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn.Mercia, Earldom White Wyverniiiii XXXXXXXXXXEmber frowns at the man as she takes in his apparel - an assortment of leathers, steal, what appeared to be silver, and dark cloth - and withdraws her hand from his gingerly. "Helmont... that is not a name I am familiar with."
Glancing back up the road, Ember's hopes of catching a glimpse of Eowan are dashed by the empty path. Why wouldn't it be, girl? You sent him away. Ignoring the invitation for now, Ember makes no movement towards the castle, a firm and silent statement that she hopes the stranger will be clever enough to figure out. If not...
He does not look the type to have been invited to a feast of nobles, so she inquires, "Might I ask your business in court? You do not look the sort to be here for revelries."
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 9:21 pm
Dante Helmont Silver Cross
Dante notices the woman's appraising eye at his choice of dress as opposed to hers or any others at the feast. It didn't surprise him another rich noble who thought they were God's gift to the world, and yet he still did his best to defend them...on occasion. The man in leather caught the slight and subtle attempt to decline his offer but for one he was to hardheaded for that, and two well he really didn't care at this point. With a smile and a dramatic grab to his heart as if wounded by the woman's words he decides to best use more truth than lie.
"My dear you wound me, to think that my simple way of dressing means that I am not one...," Dante smiles and chuckles a bit, "Sorry I can't do it, and I don't know how the rest of you do it either. I was hired by a few of the vassals to offer my protection and security serves during the evening's festivities," quickly holding up a finger before the woman could ask a question, "before you ask I know not the one who hired me for that is part of my job. That being said it means I was not given a formal invitation to this affair but I assure you my attentions on nothing less than amicable," He was going to use honorable but that would have been stretching things a bit, "And besides you really should not be out without an escort dear lady it simply is not safe," Again Dante held out a hand this time in the offer to walk with the woman as her escort to the feast, "I can be your "guard" up until past the gates and then if you so wish I can be gone from your sight in a blink, what say you?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 10:35 pm
 ________i ┄ s`et ↺ fire to the ➴rain : SET FIRE TO THE RAIN____watch﹢ed it ⊰POUR as i touched ˇYOUR F ♦ ACE. ↪ as i TOUCHED◟ { your face } ________❛ L - LET it b u r n while i 彡CRIED. LET IT BURN WHILE I CRIED___"CAUSE I H E A R D * IT ﹙screaming﹚ out your ‿ name - - - YOUR ↯NAME.________________[ I SET FIRE↰ TO THE ⇔ RAIN ]__________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. __i______________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn.Mercia, Earldom White Wyverniiiii XXXXXXXXXX Disapproval shows plainly on Ember's delicately featured face at what she interprets as mockery in the sellsword's tone and demeanor. Why she should want to continue on in his presence when she has been looking forward to this event for over a moon cycle is beyond her. It's ruined already. She realizes, Eowan's departure marked her pleasant evening for doom, and a small twinge of guilt reminds her that a Lady is polite to everyone - even leather clad stranger.
Besides, the gates are well within range of her voice should she have cause to yell for the City Guard.
"As you say... sir." She addresses him awkwardly and hesitantly because she's at a lack of polite titles to fix him with. Resting her hand over his, Ember fixes her eyes on the path before them as they walk. "Does that mean you'll be dining with us as well, or are you to be with the rest of the men-at-arms?"
She tries to smile politely, though it's still half-sad and only partially directed at him as her eyes don't quite meet his again. Without her true escort, she's bound to be alone in the hall with the french land-owners (of whom her Uncle still refuses to call Lords) and now she's only half certain she'll stay for long among those vultures.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 11:44 am
Dante Helmont Silver Cross
Dante can see the disdain in the woman’s eyes, hell he could almost feel it as much as she seemed frustrated at the entire encounter. However that really was not his concern, her happiness was not what he was trying to protect. Her discomfort would be more than easily scarified for her survival, or at least that was the motivation Dante always gave himself.
“I will be asking a few questions to some of the guests to see what they know in relation to my task. While I would love to stay for dinner that will all depend on how the rest of the evening goes. Should I find myself in enjoyable company and good spirits I my stick around if I have not worn out my welcome,” With a wink and a tip of his hat like he was bestowing some vitally secret information, “Despite what you may think people often find my presence less than appealing for some reason. I cannot honestly imagine why, I’m told I have a fantastic personality.”
If all went well he might in fact actually get hired by one of these nobles for the dead he was performing, but most of the time anyone hiring him did so through middlemen and never in plain sight. Something about being seen with a man who professed to being a Demon Hunter that spread the oddest of rumors around about one person or another. Given that few knew him or even knew of him but they knew his trade well enough it seemed. He could only hope that there might be a time when his talents were not needed and he might become a man of normal means and maybe settle down and…Dante had to suppress a chuckle at that thought as he honestly could not even imagine such a ludicrous future for himself.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 3:20 pm
 ________i ┄ s`et ↺ fire to the ➴rain : SET FIRE TO THE RAIN____watch﹢ed it ⊰POUR as i touched ˇYOUR F ♦ ACE. ↪ as i TOUCHED◟ { your face } ________❛ L - LET it b u r n while i 彡CRIED. LET IT BURN WHILE I CRIED___"CAUSE I H E A R D * IT ﹙screaming﹚ out your ‿ name - - - YOUR ↯NAME.________________[ I SET FIRE↰ TO THE ⇔ RAIN ]__________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. __i______________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn.Mercia, Earldom White Wyverniiiii XXXXXXXXXX Ember's eyes focused at the mention of a 'task' and she glanced at her escort, question on the tip of her tongue, but their steps had taken them to the gates and her curiosity would have to wait. The first guards said nothing, recognizing her and accepting him without a word, but the second set took her name and his name as well before they were permitted to continue through into the courtyard.
It had been cleared for the evening's festivities though the ground told the tale well enough with the soft grooves left by massive wagon wheels, horse and oxen hoof-prints, and what seemed like thousands of heavy foot prints from the marching of armored guards. Yet the courtyard was still crowded. Some nobles had opted to ride in carriage, finely wrought and detailed in fine golds and silvers as the French style, while others had arrived on their own pure-bred mares and stallions ranging in size from smaller, dappled dancers to large destriers. All had brought with them armed escort from their own lands, and all of them dressed in the finest, shiniest armor Ember had ever seen.
Tournament armor. She realized, though it had been ages since true Knights had jousted or competed in melees.
Though she would have preferred not to, she clung closely to her larger escort in order to avoid being swept away by the business. It seemed that in the hurry to get inside before dark many simple guards and pages had forgotten their courtesies, and no one was interested in exchanging pleasantries until a room was over their head and the solid oak doors securely closed behind their backs.
"Frightened sheep." She commented with a bite, stopping herself and her escort as she surveyed them all. It was easy for her to have no fear of the darkness, but the superstitions and fear that muggles all held onto no matter their breeding still turned the corners of her mouth downwards.
Then, as if remembering his presence, Ember fixed Dante with a direct look while they waited a parting in the arriving nobles. "What task would have you brave this flock?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 6:48 pm
Dante Helmont Silver Cross
It was clear the lady appeared wanting to ask a question before they had become in grossed in the duties of going through the guards who seemed stout enough for themselves and then watching as more and more people flocked in and seemed almost ready to push each other over to get inside. Looking to the horizon and at the quickly setting sun Dante chuckled at the notion.
When he heard the woman make the comment about sheep he could not help but give a laugh at her dead on perception. They indeed moved and likely thought like the gullible flock of domesticated rams and likely that would help him push them for information. As the lady turned to ask what was likely her original question with the added piece of the new scene Dante thought about his answer for a moment. He was inside the boundary of the guards and could easily make his way from here if he wanted but he was not without some manners to whom he had offered to be an escort to. Still she had been a good sport and she seemed to have a better head on her shoulders than the scampering lot in front of them.
"My task is to keep these sheep from become just that. I don't know how much you believe or know about the things that go bump in the night my lady, nor should you, but there are things out there that do just that. I am someone who seeks to bump back if you will, and keep these simple little sheep happy and content in their fantasies and dream worlds made of glass," Dante realized he may have explained a bit too much and gotten just a bit over zealous in his telling but it was done now, "Sorry that was a bit much I suppose, but for simplicities sake I'm trying to see how many facts are presently circling about and how many are pure made up tales. After I have a word with these pretty sheep I'll have a word with the dirty ones and see if prettier cloths and a cleaner smell mean more or less truth."
With that Dante took a step to one side as they neared the entrance and made a large sweeping motion while bringing his hat down and allowing the lady to walk in first. He might not have been a gentlemen all of the time, nor a honorable man most of the time, but he was respectful at least some of the time.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 4:15 pm
 ________i ┄ s`et ↺ fire to the ➴rain : SET FIRE TO THE RAIN____watch﹢ed it ⊰POUR as i touched ˇYOUR F ♦ ACE. ↪ as i TOUCHED◟ { your face } ________❛ L - LET it b u r n while i 彡CRIED. LET IT BURN WHILE I CRIED___"CAUSE I H E A R D * IT ﹙screaming﹚ out your ‿ name - - - YOUR ↯NAME.________________[ I SET FIRE↰ TO THE ⇔ RAIN ]__________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. __i______________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn.Mercia, Earldom White Wyverniiiii XXXXXXXXXX"Lady Ember, of Mercia, and Escort." The clear voice of a herald rang out with her name as Ember entered ahead of Dante, but did not drown out the laughter that chimed from her throat like bells. A genuine muggle monster hunter? Perhaps this evening will not be as dull as she had begun to fear. Many eyes traveled in their direction, both from the announcement and her own mirth, but she ignored them all in favor for Dante. Of anyone, he had now become the most interesting person here.
"Things that go bump in the night?" She said, a chuckle forming with the words as she spoke a little too loudly. "Things like.. vamphyres, Helmont?" The clear sparkle in her eyes was only the tip of the iceberg of her true humor - what she might give to truly enlighten this muggle, a man who likely already considered himself world-wise.
"You speak of stories and fables told to babes by nurse maids with no teeth and too much time on their hands." Let's see how much you think you know, Monster Hunter.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 7:10 pm
Dante Helmont Silver Cross
He heard her laughter and was used to it by now and had come up with all manner of ripostes for the social jab and bite at his profession. He had gone through them all many times from the rude ones like commenting on the foolishness of their own not-so profession to the sometimes comical idea of making it seem like he was a charlatan looking to pray on the dumb rich snobs about. This woman though sounded less like she was mocking him and more like she was curious although he was finding it hard to tell sense he had not usually gotten that type of mental laced response.
She spoke of vampires, the children of the night who drank the blood of the living in order to survive. While Dante had faced a few minor of the pale skinned ilk he had not faced a long lived vampire who had centuries of experience. He had hoped to gain his own experience before he faced something on that level. Tonight though he was looking for something a bit different something with more fur and far more pointy teeth, but he had time and the lady seemed more willing to join in conversation now with the enlightenment of his appointed task.
"Stories told to frighten children are usually just that but every fable has its roots in truth more times than not. The things I speak of would likely cause a child to never sleep and the few I have faced luckily were not well aged. Their mental faculties are extraordinary though and oddly enough it seems many of them are more than content with doing their best to leave us alone unless they have to. The ones I deal with are the ones who look upon this group of nobles like a rare wines aged and preserved for their own taking. Most of these poor sods would never accept the idea of being considered lower on the food chain and for the most part its better they not know," Dante smiled at a few of the on lookers and gave a few tips of his hat as he spoke doing his best to be polite while he spoke about them all behind their backs, "Tonight though I am here about other tales told, and some of those tales have been just recently told. About something that most people would truly consider to be monstrous in appearance compared to a humanly looking blood sucker. There have been tells of...," Dante paused thinking it best not to speak the true name with the likelihood of some overhearing and leaving to soon, "Homo Lupus would be a gentle way to put the term I think. Have you heard of any such tales good lady?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 7:12 pm
 ________i ┄ s`et ↺ fire to the ➴rain : SET FIRE TO THE RAIN____watch﹢ed it ⊰POUR as i touched ˇYOUR F ♦ ACE. ↪ as i TOUCHED◟ { your face } ________❛ L - LET it b u r n while i 彡CRIED. LET IT BURN WHILE I CRIED___"CAUSE I H E A R D * IT ﹙screaming﹚ out your ‿ name - - - YOUR ↯NAME.________________[ I SET FIRE↰ TO THE ⇔ RAIN ]__________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. __i______________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. ___i_____________________let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn. let it burn.Mercia, Earldom White Wyverniiiii XXXXXXXXXXEmber's smile never faded as her eyes flickered to those of a servant carrying a platter of well aged wine. The hunter's mention of it had sparked her thirst and she hailed the servant with a wave of her hand, holding a fine golden goblet within a moment. The wine was light and colored similarly to the goblet, a fruity taste before their meal.
"I have little taste in fairy tales and stories, Mr. Helmont." She said after a sip of the beverage. "But it does occur to me that if you were looking for a werewolf," She meets his eyes then, speaking the word no more subtly than the rest of her sentence, "You might look in the forest. Tonight is the full-moon, after all. "
Indeed, the forest is where Eowan has gone to look for his wolf, and the other men the Irishman had hired before this night for the task. They'd tracked it all the way from the island to London, and Eowan had reason enough to believe that the beast had reason to return to the city. Her presence at court now was convenient enough for the both of them as their presence would not have gone unnoticed, and neither wanted to scare the animal away.
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