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Nuln by night : Action (Tales of Vengeance)

Discussion in 'Theatre de Vampyre' started by Mr Nightwere, Mar 8, 2014.

  1. Mr Nightwere

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    A dark figure touched at a shining crystal goblet, the form seamless and held a feline quality it stood on the third floor of a mansion in the nobles district of Nuln. Who's night air was filled with the scent of the fires in the forges below. Making the nights sky even darker. the rumbling of a storm were felt coming in from the north. War was the life blood of this empire, the driving gears of industry fueled its people an none more so than here.

    Above the city was the towering palace of the Countess Emmanuelle von Liebewitz of Wissenland. The gala's and parties the toast of high society in the empire the figures dark features shone in the sparse light, grim handsome and brooding a gaze transfixed on the palace.

    His own mansion a trifle in comparison comprised of lounge rooms at three stories within the lower echelons of the Nobel district a location he had brought many centuries before in the guise of another. It was in a state of mild disrepair having been left for many years dormant and unattended. Great roots pulled up the brick work of the wide path leading up towards the house. Huge dark trees covered the garden in foreboding light as animals moved around in the brush. moss and rot grew on the far western side of the house a small pond buzzing with insects and decay.

    Inside the house had the same hand of decay and aged torment about it dark rooms which struggled in low candle light empty spaces devoid of the life and light of many Nobel houses of Nuln. the long corridor leading to a darkened dining room was devoid of movement or sound the oppression of the place would make any mortal flee.

    Upstiars past the empty bed rooms and forgotten studies, on the third floor of the mansion stood the towering form of Harindir Valarion Vaskatchi Burgrave of Averland keeper of Molberg keep. His fine form fitted with a cold elegant suit and coat his gloved hand sipping at the crystal goblet of wine.

    "Brooding again master?"
    A rasping voice echoed from behind him as the aged form of an old warrior rose from he darkness of the house.
    "Silence Huestin, I do not care for your banter this evening"
    Harrindir said half looking at the Seneschal with grim regard.

    "Very well, my lord. The guest's shall be arriving soon and I have rehired some... Adequate staff to serve in the house hold. the rooms have been prepared and the basement stocked and ready. As for the gardens I..."

    " Do not mistake our new servants for guests, they are to be working in a higher form than your mortal's. However their role is but the same. I shall attend to the gardens in due time and you will know when I require your assistance. Now leave me to my brooding..."

    "Of course your will is my command."

    With a cert bow the Seneschal was away and Vaskatchi Gazed upwards to the palace.

    "The dance macabre begins again."
     
  2. Count Vashra

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    Lukas arrived at the palace, his mind still whirring after the scolding letter his sire had received from Harrindir. He had read the original, and knew that Julian had perhaps been writing too much along the lines of 'this is my boy. look after him, will you?', and had probably deserved the scolding. Well, Lukas would give Harrindir as few oppurtunities as possible to mock him, and rub his sire's letter into him. No. He would control the beast, and hew would be a loyal servant, and duly complete the tasks assigned-and get to know the other Vampires along the way.

    With that out of the way, his mind calmed-but for how long? he wondered-and he went around the gardens, observing the scenery. He liked the darkness cast by the giant trees, and was about to think that the pathway should be repaired-the whole place repaired, in fact-but stopped himself. There was the slightest chance Harrindir was a mind reader, meaning negative thought would give him an excuse to tell Lukas off, and also because each vampire had their own taste. In fact, Lukas had long ago decided that it would be best to think only positive thoughts about a person or their surroundings, on the off chance that they could read minds. He would not be another careless Vampire staked for a single foolish thought.

    He unsheathed his sword. As his fingers curled around the grip, he felt again how comfortable it was, and was glad it cleaned itself. he had never attempted to learn weapons maintenance, and was pleased that such spells had been placed on it, for the user's convenience. He walked over to one of the darker patches, and made a few practise swings. Small ones, away from the tree.

    Satisfied he was comfortable with his blade work, he sheathed his sword, and drew his knife. The knife was intrinsically crafted, to be as sharp as possible on the end, and as comfortable as possible on the grip-like his sword. He flicked and cut the air, before sheathing it. He nodded. His skills were ready when needed.

    Lukas went up to a tree by the door, and stood near it, smiling as he waited for the next guest. He wondered what personalities he would encountered. It would be fun to see who the others were, he knew. His outer personality would enjoy the socialising-or what socialising a Vampire can have-and his inner personality would have many secrets to unravel. he liked his double personality, suitable for any situation.

    he nodded. Yes, the next few weeks would be fun indeed.
     
  3. Malochai

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    Adamm de Floryce rode his jet-black courser, a present from his older brother for his last 'nameday' - as if such things mattered to him now - through the gates which opened onto the wide drive, swaying easily with the mares gait. His eyes widened in surprise; it was the first time he had visited the mansion, and hadn't expected the estate to be so ... Run down. His features twisted momentarily into a scowl before resuming their normal, placid mask. The roots which climbed the path proper were thick and twisted and out of control, although they fit with the general atmosphere of the mansion - uncared for and miserable, a dark place which cared little for intruders. The trees loomed high in the gardens, and somewhere not far off he heard the sounds of movement. It seemed to him to be a creature with two legs; maybe another of Harindir's 'guests', or maybe a hidden guard. His jade eyes flickered quickly over the building and he grimaced again, thinking of how the entire estate should be levelled and rebuilt. A sudden bark of laughing forced its way up his throat and his horse skittered to the side until he soothed it and gently reigned it back around to the looming building. Despite the place being decrepit, and the fact that he wasn't precisely friendly with the owner, he knew that if Harindir wished it to be any different, it would be. With that, he pushed thoughts of renovating and rebuilding the mansion aside; he doubted the Lahmian would welcome his views on it.

    Coming to the large doors to the manse's entrance hall, he swung his right leg over the rump of his steed and fell lightly to the ground, bending slightly at the knee with lithe grace. With practised ease, he hitched a rope to the bridle and then onto a ring on the wall, presuming a servant would see to her needs. He felt a cold touch on his neck and hissed in faint shock, before pulling the chain he wore around his throat into a more comfortsble position, resting on the outsode of his tunic. "Damnable jewellery," he thought, before smiling at the memory of acquring it - five years ago, he'd stolen it from the home of a self-righteous graf with an inordinately boring wife; if they hadn't been wealthy he would have stayed away, but the golden chain, hung with a pendant within which an emerald was set, had caught his eye and he decided he must have it. Now, few would remember such a piece and he felt safe enough to wear it in public.

    He caught a glimpse of himself on a tall, blackened window and frowned, before pulling his tunic gently so it sat straight and neat on his chest, an emerald green with detailing in golden thread, and a cloth-of-gold rose embroidered seamlessly on the front - work of the finest tailor of Nuln, or so he had claimed when Adamm walked into the large, airy store. He then pulled at his cuffs so they were symmetrical which showed the caramel coloured inner lining, and his hands then flew to his head, trying to force an unruly strand of hair back into place. His frown deepened until his hair was flat once more, and then he stared thoughtfully at the glass, thinking on the Curse of Nagash - he was able to walk in the sun for a short time and he cast both shadow and reflection, but silver was anathema to him, whereas Evangeline had been deadly afraid of the sun and only slightly scared of silver; it affected her but a fraction of the amount it did him. He puzzled over this for a second, before shaking his head and smiling wryly, admiring the handsome, noble cut of his own face. Deft hands shifted his sword belt slightly, until it hung from his hip comfortably, and then rested his left hand on the hilt, and his right thumb hooked through the other side of his belt.

    With a nod, he turned back to the door, praised his mare one last time before standing straight and striding forwards, head held high, and into the dark maw of the portal, announcing himself as he passed beneath the lintel - "Adamm de Floryce, brother to Avergraf Brandon de Floryce, of Grastenburg, Averland!" - before emitting a faint chuckle and shaking his head slightly. "Is anyone home?"
     
  4. Get of W'soran

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    Sigmund rode out of his estate, ignoring the guards who opened and closed the gates for him preoccupied as he was with his personal concerns. He had only arrived back to the city a few weeks ago and had spent the time getting his affairs in order, ensuring that the inheritance went through smoothly and that he avoided too many familiar faces. Whilst possible it was unlikely that any would be alarmed to see the nobleman had not changed in five years...still it was a risk the knight was unwilling to take.

    The area Sigmund rode through was the richer part of town and despite the armour a single armoured figure upon his steed drew little attention, Nuln was filled with wealthy warriors and knightly orders after all. Besides Sigmund had decided he'd rather be as prepared as possible for this meeting rather than come unarmed and unready for whatever his new master wanted.

    "New Master..." he thought to himself resentfully as he realised this moment was what Ankarash had...crafted him for. A simple tool for a job, the knight wondered if he had ever been anything more to his sire.

    He remembered his Dark Father explaining that he himself knew Harindir only very slightly, he had warned the young vampire that their kind could be wiser than any human or far, far more foolish or petty and he hadn't known which to expect simply stating that he hoped this Hardindir had some of his sire's honour.

    After a relatively short ride through the city Sigmund pulled his horse up short outside a rather decrepit looking residence and he shook his head slightly, that the owner didn't care enough to even looking after the property was disappointing. It was offensive on a very base level to the aristocrat.

    "Such a waste." the knight thought for a moment before shrugging the issue off and urged his horse forward again towards the gates.

    Once on the estate grounds he noticed a tied up horse and decided to tie his own steed up beside this one with a thoughtful frown.

    "So...there are others." he told himself silently, he had suspected that he would be but one of a number of new servants for this Lord of the Night.

    Sigmund spent a few moments readying himself, taking his longsword from the horse he buckled it on and after a moments indecision he decided to leave his helmet tied to the horse's saddle.

    The noble looked down at himself and smiled, a tall and broad man built heavily with muscle encased within a set of black plate armour wearing a hand and a half sword at his hip. Sigmund rarely give in to vanity but even he had to admit his build coupled with his sharp aristocratic features did mean he cut an impressive figure.

    Sigmund rested a hand on his horse's head and smiled, the creature was alive and had been raised by his sire to ensure it wouldn't fear the unliving.

    Turning towards the main building the Blood Dragon constantly kept an eye out for servants or other's of his kind but aside from the odd animal he saw nothing on his way towards the entrance, subconsciously his stride became more of a march with one hand resting on the pommel of his sword the other resting at his side ready to grab the blade's hilt at a moment's notice.
     
  5. Mr Nightwere

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    Foot steps creaked and echoed within the house a dull thud of foot steps as the form of an elderly man cam into being at the end of the hall way an old warrior melding with the darkness of the house.
    "Greeting master Adamm de Floryce, brother to Avergraf Brandon de Floryce, of Grastenburg, Averland. I am Huestin Seneschal of Ulciscor venit the Manse you find your self in this evening. Please"

    Heustin gestured for Adamm to follow him before moving farther into the dwelling, a ponderous movement saw the two gentlemen ascend the stair case into the darkness of the entire mansion. Not a single source of light just the silent darkness and the thud of the old Seneschals feet as they rose to the 3rd floor and into the large meeting room.
    A fire place mere embers in the sordid darkness of the large room. Adamm looked upon the ages relics and antiques which had been hung and could not fault the taste all were valuable, He was by no means an expert of such things but his mind did consider what such an intricate painting would look like on his mantle or a beautiful rug would look like on his master bedroom yet dismissed the thought a foolish.
    All at once it seemed the figure of Vaskatchi the towering figure he was came into being at the side of the fire place. Weather magic or his senses leaving him Addamm could not say for sure however the sudden appearance did nothing to cause his placid mask to waver.

    "Heustin see to the other guests and bring them here if you will."
    Vaskatchi said his voice soft and silken.
    "Addamm please take a seat."

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    The carriage thundered along the ground entering the city from the Easter side and slowing to a glide through the streets on Nuln it's make was that of Ostermark a sturdy hardy wooden frame reinforced with steel. Function over form, its wheels protruded long barbed spikes and the windows were a thick glass etched with the figures of dragons on the outside.
    Juilet Von Estermark, sat poised and luscious as the night she was turned in the cushioned interior, potent movements which held the mark of aristocracy were a second nature to her and her poise was one of both calm and grace. Juilet's eyes examined her companion, the lady Dawn Von Brack; she squirmed in discomfort her eyes held none of the focus and drive within Juilet's, only fear and sadness.
    "Smile, my dear. It will not do to have you crying again, my word have some poise."

    "No, madame Juliet. I am fine I am only tired. I am happy really, I have a new husband and.. a child on the way... I am so happy I could not help but cry."

    Dawn smiled the smile of the sweet 17 year old she was, yet for all the words which fell from her soft and youthful red lips Juliet knew them all to be the lie she was starting to tell herself. She supposed that in time she would even believe it, even so she was being far to emotional for Juliet's comfort.
    "The why don't you rest my dear, in the morning you can meet "
    The words like honey caused only a momentary fear as she fell softly asleep.

    The carriage pulled up at the manor Ulciscor Venit, the gates opening and the carriage being swallowed up by the darkness. The carriage halted and Juliet descended from the carriage as one of her hand maids hurried to attend her. The driver began taking out the luggage and lying it by the door.

    The form of Lukas peered around the corner out of sight by the previous guests his eyes observing for now. Heustin came down to the first floor and saw Sigmund von Dresler patiently waiting. Bowing he spoke up
    "Greeting's master Sigmund I am Huestin Seneschal of Ulciscor venit this Manse you find yourself in allow me to attend to the new guests outside and we can ascent to the 3rd floor and meet with Master Vaskatchi."

    An answer spoken back was of curt acceptance.

    Huestin then stepped outside, his aged form slow but steady as he saw the lady Juliet exiting her carriage.
    "Madame Juliet Von Estermark, how may I be of service?"

    " Huestin Greetings. Gather the Young miss Dawn from the back of my carriage, and take her inside. Then assist my coach manwith the luggage and take me to Harrindir Vaskatchi.

    "Of course."

    In short order Dawn was taken to the 2nd story and the luggage with it, Huestin then descended down to take the guests to his master.
     
  6. Get of W'soran

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    Sigmund was standing with his hands clasped behind his back in the same manner a commander might survey his troops, the position he stood in was a testament to the flexibility granted by the high quality plate armour he wore.

    The knight raised an eyebrows at the surroundings, surprised that the inside of the manor was as poorly kept as the exterior. His sire had taught him that many of their unholy brethren had a strong preference for opulence but this estate hardly indicated that.

    Sigmund had been standing with the stillness only the dead could display when the Seneschal arrived, the nobleman felt some shock at the rather poor greeting but felt some smypathy for the apparently harried state of the manservant.

    "Very well." he replied shortly and waited patiently for the old man to return.

    When Huestin reappeared he followed the mortal up the stairs.
     
  7. Malochai

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    When Huestin appeared and spoke, Adamm looked him over, appraising him critically. He kept his thoughts to himself, but he thought that Vaskatchi could do better - but then, servants were rarely as they appeared; if his Master thought this Huestin the best man for the job, he must have his reasons. Thus, when he gestured for Adamm to follow, he bowed his head, graciously said, “Of course, Seneschal,” and followed him up the stairs.

    When he was shown into the large room, he immediately took in the refined, elegant look of the room; Vaskatchi - or whomever he had ordered to decorate the room on his behalf - clearly had good taste, and a few of the items would look good in his own manse (or rather, Evangeline’s); far better than they did in this room, at any rate. Certain pieces were of incredible quality, but he felt they weren’t quite suited to the room … And then he came to his senses. The owner of all these items was his Master, dangerous by himself, and he was certainly not that - not someone he would cross lightly.

    He almost felt his master’s presence before he saw him, seeming to appear from the shadows like a wraith. he bowed his head low whilst Vasktachi spoke to Huestin, and kept his silence. One did not speak to their master before their Master spoke to them, he had learnt that lesson at Evangeline’s hand years before.

    “Adamm, please take a seat.” The words were as sweet as honey, and almost as sickening. Adamm knew that something more deadly than anything he had encountered before lay beneath the impressive façade of a man before him. It was a thought that had occurred to him every time he had met with this creature, and he suppressed a shudder, and replied as smoothly as ever he could.

    “Thank you, Lord Vaskatchi.” He removed his sword belt, sat down and placed his right ankle across his left knee, almost casually, before placing the sheath across his lap. “If it isn’t impertinent of me, my Lord, how many … Guests are you expecting this night?”
     
  8. Count Vashra

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    Lukas decided that he had heard and seen enough from his silent observation to be at least satisfactory in his proceedings. He saw his fellow guest (Addam? Yes, that was what his name was) lead up the stairs by the Senseschal, Huestin. "how many...guests are you expecting this night?" he heard Addam say, picking up the sound with his Vampiric ears. Myself, for one, he thought. smiling. Not a particularly private thought, so he could afford to think it consciously.
    The smile came of his face as he returned to more serious matters. He could not go up into the room, burst in and say "here I am, another guest." Even he knew that. No. He made up his mind and walked up the stairs, following the trail of Necromantic magic excreted from the other Vampires like a smell, and went up to the door they had gone, and stood in a position of formal waiting at the doorway. he tried to appear to be waiting to be noticed, but not demanding attention. To achieve this, he stood back a little, to the right, and cast his eyes around the room, observing the decorations. he was impressed with the quality of the decorations-some he would like to take back to his sire's castle, perhaps.
     
  9. Mr Nightwere

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    "Perhaps it Is impertinent, But I cannot say. The amount of guests could range from a few dozen to 5. Those who do not attend will be dealt with as those who are impertinent may well be. Lukas You may enter if standing by the door way in silent does not suit you."
    Vaskatchi gazed into the embers of the fireplace as he spoke and heard the footsteps of Huestin coming up the hall way 2 guests in toe.

    Rising from his armchair, Adamm doing the same in politeness, Vaskatchi gracefully stood awaiting to greet the new members and as Huestin entered he did so announcing them.
    "My lord Harindir Valarion Vaskatchi, Count of Luccini and Burgrave of Averland, presenting Countess of the Empire, Juilet Von Estermark of Ostermark and Lord Sigmund Von Dresler, of Nuln and Herr Lukas of Sylvania"

    The darkness of the room began to flicker with the shapes and forms of figures of shadow and ethereal presence washed over the room as Harrindir, nodded before his guests. A gesture and the figures dissipated and Vaskatchi spoke his cool tone like silk calmed room.
    "Welcome"
     
  10. Count Vashra

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    "Thank you, Master," Lukas said, bowing. He went into the room. Lukas decided that the best place to be would be next to the other young Vampire in the room.
    When he came next to Adamm, he stood to attention, turning to the new arrivals as he saw them. Looking at the male and thinking back to what he had learnt on Vampires, he made a guess that this was a Blood Dragon. He would be hard to wheedle information out of then, he decided. he noticed a tinge of red in the Vampire's eyes, similar to what happened to his eyes when he lost control. He hoped it was not a similar situation-he already had himself to keep in check, he did not want to have to watch someone else.
    Whatever happened, this was sure to be an entertaining crowd.
    Lukas smiled. "Greetings, lord and lady. I will be delighted to serve you, as long as there is no contradiction with Master Vaskatchi. It will be a pleasure to work with, or for, you."
     
  11. Get of W'soran

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    Sigmund glanced around the room as he entered it, seeing a number antiques, the room had obviously been very carefully decorated either by, or for, the Lord of the Manor. Sigmund however found it somewhat unpleasant that this room would be so beautiful where as the exterior was so uncared for.

    Still the aesthetics of his new Master's home was hardly worth thinking about right now.

    The room was mostly dark, lit only by the embers of the fire, of course the amount of light, or lack of it, in a room made little difference to a vampire's gaze.

    "Welcome." Harindir greeted them.

    Sigmund instantly became wary of the elder vampire, he had the same sort of soft voice that the pathetic court nobles who played at politics always displayed.

    Still manners were important.

    Sigmund bowed politely "My Lord, I hope to serve you well for so long as you require it." the knight said, there was no point in pretending he was here for any other reason.

    Sigmund moved to stand with his back to the dying fire, close enough to the others to hear everything they said but obviously having decided to not take a seat, whether this was due to mistrust or the simple fact that he was wearing plate armour was not clear.
     
  12. Malochai

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    Adamm nodded gravely at Vaskatchi's reply, "Of course, my lord."

    When Huestin returned with three other vampires, introducing them, Adamm emulated his master and took to his feet, eyes appraising the newcomers. To the males, he nodded gracefully, offering each a small smile, before he turned his attention to the Countess Juliet. His green eyes almost alight with an inner fire, he smiled brilliantly before stepping towards her, bowing at the waist, and taking her hand, gently brushing it with his icy lips. "Countess von Estermark, it is an inordinate pleasure to be in your presence. I am at your service."

    His voice was smooth and sweet, and when he stood straight again his hair seemed to jump into position ... and then he turned back to Vaskatchi, adding, "As long as it does not conflict with any commands given by Lord Vaskatchi."
     
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    Juliet smiled and stepped forward ignoring the more noble vampire "Viper" she figured a predator in life no doubt she remarked to herself as she moved closer to the real threat the room Vaskatchi. her features tightened slightly as she began
    "I have filled my debt to you the girl is down stairs and with child as you requested. Am I free to go about my other business?"
    Juliet and Vaskatchi exchanged glances like wolves over a fresh kill both held the animistic poise and determination, their eyes holding each others in a quiet challenge.
    "Juliet, you will be released from my service. When I see that your goal is achieved and in good order. Thus as I cannot see my new wife within this room, I must only conclude that she is in fact not here yet, which of course means you are still under my hand. So I would suggest you watch your forked tongue within the presence of my newer servants and sit down or bring her to me. Understand?"

    A cold silence filled the room as everyone felt the intensity of the statement thicken the air, Juliet gave a bow and excused herself with not a word and traveled back down stairs.

    Vaskatchi then gave a cert turn to his guests and spoke once more.
    "Excellent, gentlemen. I accept. Now if you would take a seat I will evaluate you and hope for yet more guests or else I already have a task in mind for you all."
    His smile bared some of his fangs as he spoke, and the gathering felt a slight shift in the Nobles personality one of a far more aggressive nature than before.
     
  14. Malochai

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    The young von Carstein shot a look at the woman as she disappeared from the room again; his face remained as composed as ever, but his eyes sparked angrily. 'How dare she dismiss me?' he asked himself and the Beast wrenched at the chains he had shackled it in years before. Then Vaskatchi spoke and he forced his thoughts to other things.

    He sat, placing his ankle over his knee, and whilst his elbows rested on the high arms of the chair, he steepled his fingers and looked thoughtfully over them, at the vampires who had joined him and his Master - but somewhere, deep in his subconscious, he couldn't shift the fact that the woman had ignored him completely. It had never happened before.
     
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    Lukas sat as ordered, with the faintest smile in anticipation of his first assignment, and hoping that any more gueasts would not take long to arrive so they could begin. Unless, of course, it was some menial task. That aside, the exchange between Vaskatchi and the woman-Juliet-had been interesting. What was she hiding? What was between the two of them? Some sort of debt, obviously, and based on the response to his sire's letter, one that would be forgotten as soon as it was cleared. He would do the same, of course, in a similar situation. Lukas decided that he try to find out more about the relationship between Juliet and Vaskatchi.
     
  16. Get of W'soran

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    Sigmund watched the tense conversation and the others with only the slightest interest, deeply unconcerned about the other vampires except the one he had come to serve.

    "I will stand if you don't mind my lord." he said, half request and half statement. "It would be unwise to take a seat in full plate armour after all." he added diplomatically.

    The knight was a warrior and sitting around those he didn't trust would make him feel oddly vulnerable. Also, much to his surprise, Sigmund found that after observing the other "guests" that he had already decided that he would have to be the guard amongst the group.

    "A rather stupid decision, Vaskatchi could probably tear my head right off." he thought to himself with annoyance.

    Banishing these distracting thoughts the knight clasped his hands behind his back and watched his new master with interest.
     
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    Vaskatchi eased back into his arm chair with a wistful movement, peering in to the fires he spoke to Sigmund.
    "It would wouldn't it, however I did not ask you to be armored and no other guest felt it necessary to be so guarded as you are, being so I find mildly displeasing, it poses far to many assumptions for my liking. But dear Sigmund you shall stand none the less, see however next time you are not in full plate mail the next time we hold one of these get together's I require the skills of a vampire not a tin can. Besides its a tad overt wouldn't you say?"
    He left the question hang in the air for a moment before beginning again
    "Now We will be having a guest arriving shortly Lady Dawn of Ostermark, she is to be my wife and I will make this very clear before she arrives, Do not touch her not a hair or I will envision a torment you cannot begin to imagine. You shall also be in charge of guarding until further notice and Adamm do not get fresh with her either I am a jealous man."
    A pleasant smile crossed Vaskatchi's face and Adamm was unsure weather that was a joke or a threat and guessed it may have well been both... Rising from his arm chair he looked upon the vampires before him youth and power still fresh in their eyes.
    "And after I have arranged some good old fashioned blood sports, as a welcome to my home you are of course all welcome to stay within these walls, there are rooms at the ready for you should you decide to stay. I understand some of you have estates of your own So I shall not confine you here permanently."

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    Juliet hurried down the stairs Huestin in toe she was getting tired of being the lap dog to the maniacal noble, she Rue the day she even had to owe him anything... yet as she walked she understood that though servitude to a vampire to and enemy clan of the Lahmians especially that of the blood of Nightwere Juliet owed Vaskachi her life as miserable as he made her's.
    the pair entered the second floor, Huestin moving slightly ahead and opening the door for the countess.
    "Huestin prepare the garments and light some candles, we don't want her to lose her calm before she is presented."

    "Yes Lady Juliet"

    As Huestin set about his tasks Juliet sat and began to awaken the sleeping noble the spell whispering away as her delicate fingers touched as her somber features as she began to awaken.
     
  18. Get of W'soran

    Get of W'soran CN's Lord of Masks True Blood TVC II GM

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    Raising an eyebrow he wondered at his new master's apparent pettiness.

    Sigmund shrugged before replying neutrally "I wore armour almost permanently for the past five years and it didn't effect my ability to operate as one of our kind, after all with some practice we can move as swiftly and softly with or without such mere distraction as this...also I'm a warrior and it makes sense for my to appear as one but then again by my nature I am...overt as you say." he said as a way of explanation, giving the final point to show his acceptance of the criticism.

    The knight bowed his head respectfully "But if you wish it to be so then I shall dress more casually for future engagements my Lord."

    Sigmund remained as still as a statue as he listened to Vaskatchi speak but the a bright pulse of his red tinted eyes became momentarily apparent at the mention of blood.
     
  19. Malochai

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    After a moment, Adamm nodded cooly, "I shall do nothing ... Without your permission." He kept his voice neutral, aware that there were a number of interpretations to that statement; he wished to play the game, but he didn't want to anger the vampire unnecessarily, and then he swivelled his eyes to look at Sigmund.

    "I do not think that was what he meant, friend. Casual is not the word I would use to describe what I presume your instructions were. Instead, think courtly, like me."
     
  20. Get of W'soran

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    Sigmund turned slowly to Adamm, for a long moment he looked sternly at the other vampire before a slight smile touched his lips.

    "That is what I meant by casual...apologies for the misunderstanding, I am Nuln Old Blood and appearance is rather significant within the higher social circles sadly, aside from during training sessions I am rather incapable of dressing poorly."

    Sigmund looked at the other young vampire, the man was likely a political animal and yet the knight didn't find him instantly unlikable for which he was grateful.
     
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    Huestin dressed Juliet with a care and efficiency befitting his station, the dress chosen was a Telian gold and amber, dressed with white lace and silver etching. A lavish gown for any noble, it fit like a glove on her nimble form and as she turned to look upon herself in the large ornate mirror, Juliet spied a waver of joy cracking the sadness of her complexion.
    Her smile grew and she spun it around in the now bright master bedroom on the mansion, it quickly dissipated when she turned to see Juliet and Huestin awaiting her and watching her with a somewhat predatory gaze.
    "Come child, Master Vaskatchi is waiting your entrance"
    She stiffened up and held her poise, her delicate complexion had only the barest make up applied, she still held the brightness of youth in her cheeks and as they rose up the stairs to the other vampires, a single tear rolled down her perfect features as the sadness darkened the brief glint in her eyes.

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    Vaskatchi answered the vampire's with an even tone.
    "I have every expectation you shall be dressed most elegantly Lord Sigmund, as for the rest of you keep to form and should you require clothing I will put you onto my tailor she's a wonder.."
    He trailed on the notion as he looked at Lukas for a long moment before rising from his seat as he heard the footsteps of Huestin coming up the staircase.

    "My lord Vaskatchi I present Lady Dawn Von Brack of Heiress of Bechafaen, Ostermark. My lady this is My lord Harindir Valarion Vaskatchi, Count of Luccini and Burgrave of Averland, Avergraf Adamm Floryce of Averland, Lord Sigmund Von Dresler, of Nuln and Herr Lukas of Sylvania "

    Dawn smiled the smile of a joyousness only a girl her age could manage
    "It is a pleasure to meet you my lord's"
    She preformed a delicate bow before them and looked up at Vaskatchi the smile in her eyes but a mixture of both sadness and anger in her eyes far in the recesses of perhaps even her own mind.

    Vaskatchi offred his hand to her and as she took it he glided in closer and smiled at her his eyes gazing into hers for a long moment.
    "The pleasure is mine my dear I apologize about the state of my home. It could not be helped please you must be weary from such a long journey, Juliet there was no reason to stir this poor lady from her rest"

    Juliet opened her mouth for a brief moment but held her tongue as Vaskatchi spoke again
    "Huestin can fix you a little something to eat and drink before you sleep and perhaps we could have something to tide ourselves over as well huestin? please there will be much more time to speak later, take this with you."

    Vaskatci slipped a golden ring around the index finder of the young dawn and kissed her head, Huestin nodding as he did.
    "Sleep well my dear"

    With that Dawn left with Huestin in toe Juliet remaining behind a scornful look upon her features, Vaskatchi moving towards the fire place.

    "Fine work madame Juliet, she will do quite nicely.."
     
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    Juliet spoke up at last her tone somewhat frustrated,
    "I am pleased you think so, though her father might take umbrage at your evaluation with his only daughter heir."

    Vaskatchi gave her a jovial expression, speaking.
    "All debts must be paid madame Juliet you most of all should know the nature of such things after all. Now on to more inquiring subjects shall we your next assignment."
    He held out a letter to Juliet marked with the seal of Nightwere.
    "There is no time I require this task completed but make no mistake I will be keeping tabs on you from time to time when it suites me"

    Juliet seethed for a long moment before responding
    "No more"

    "Excuse me, what was that?"
    Vaskatchi said coyly
    "I Cannot remain in service to you my lord I have my own goals and ambitions and none of them require you to point me around and interrupt with your inane babble..."

    The room sharpened with a sensation unlike any the kind had felt before an utter silence cut through the night like some phantom draining the little light of the room which emerged from the fire place. Juliet felt any icy feeling grip at the edge of her finger tips yet when she tried to move her hand she felt the strange sensation of the absence of muscle and bone as if they had somehow been stolen away and realized her hand now lay some feet away on the floor. Her left shoulder felt a similar frost bite into her and had the perception of movement which followed Vaskatchis rapier was recoiling back in a lightning fast reflex and the feeling of both her hands being absent finally hit her with the wave of emotion it aught to inspire.
    yet as she tried to scream out against the torment and pain she found a similar ice hit the back of her throat and no noise emerged despite her best attempts at the the effort.

    "Shhhh now you will be fine I just wanted to make a point at behavior"
    He gave a determined glance as the vampires before him taking each ones expression in as he did before sheathing his wicked blade once more.
    "Understand my position Juliet, you have worked for me for little over 2 years and in that time have gleamed many secrets and been nearly hunted down and killed over many of them many more you are not even aware of what the Lahmians would pay to have and more to the point kill to have the information you know even the little it is you would be at their mercy and then what am I to save you then and have this dance again no. So you will be interned in the crypt for the coming months healed and put back to the task. In fact I'm going to attach it to the top of your coffin so you can see it every day util you are well to enforce the seriousness I place on your job and position in this little gathering we have here."

    "One of you take her to the basement and be quick about it" he said in a decisive tone and took up a glass from the night stand in the far corner of the room before sipping at the red liquid inside.
     
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    So Juliet was out of the way for now, Lukas thought with an impassive stare. One less person to deal with. Lukas rose when he heard Vaskatchi's command. "I will, Master." He picked up Juliet and slung her over his body. It was an effort, because he was young in both mortal and Vampire terms, and his strength was still developing, but he managed to carry her.
    Lukas went down to the basement, Juliet over his shoulder, and placed her down. "Let's just say, I hope you don't annoy him again. You may lose more than your hands next time," Lukas smiled before returning to the room where Vasktachi and the others were, standing by his seat.
    "She is in the basement as you commanded, Master." He bowed before sitting, wondering what the next command would be, with Juliet's treatment proof of Vaskatchi's temprament. he really did believe Juliet had been lucky.
     
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    Sigmund give a false smile, well practiced since he rarely felt joy these days, indeed since his death many emotions seemed to have become muted.

    The knight bowed to Dawn, a surprisingly elegant looking movement for those unused to experiencing plate armour.

    "The pleasure is ours my Lady." Sigmund said, he spoke the words that had been drilled into him since birth, once he might have even meant them.

    Sigmund watched the display between Vaskatchi and Juliet impassively, he pondered how it might have once effected him.

    Outrage? Anger at Vaskatchi's treatment of the lady? Perhaps. Regrettably now all the knight felt was a tinge of annoyance at the needless and seemingly petty cruelty that he saw in his new master's behavior. The woman might have overstepped her station but it had been a minor infringement and if this had been a pattern which constantly upset Vaskatchi then he should simply kill her and be done with it.

    Sigmund reconsidered, it wasn't the cruelty of the act that bothered him...it was the arrogance that Vaskatchi seemed to radiate with his every action.

    The Lord of Nuln suppressed a sigh, hopefully orders would be given soon and he could be away from the elder Immortal.
     
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    In little time Huestin was at the entry way to the chamber a withheld determination in his presence three beautiful women accompanied him
     

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