Verse Zero

Nocturne

Amelia listened to Alenios speak, and it was a concern, Nocturne was not exempt from courtly intrigues. Backstabbing, gossip, swindling, bribery, even down right murder have and probably will happen within the political circles of Nocturne. Despite being what could be the epitome of civilization in this world, it was immune to the depredations of humanity and trans humans, it was not immune to the decay seeking to worm its way through society.

"Bring your guards." she said to Alenios.

Turning to Amiartys and Hatuum, but speaking to the former, Amelia regarded them all before her eyes. "A dangerous threat is forming to the North, within the forest of Germania, rumors of a High King. A united Germania is a dangerous reality, tens of thousands of them pouring across our borders, a long and grueling war that would be. But if we can kill this in its nursery, excise the root from the soil, before its sprouts fruit it'd be a boon to us all. Arielle, you will accompany Alenios as well, your request is accepted. You all may take what you need."

Amelia at that stood up and made to leave, but stopped, and turned half way to everyone, "If you all accept, gather at the Western Gate of Valeria's outer wall." At that she left, to prepare, and lay plans to keep Nocturne's clockwork government working efficiently without her being present to exercise executive powers.

Moving throughout the citadel, progressively downwards, through hallways and dim galleries. Down many stair cases. Until she came to a vaulted chamber deep within the earth. The air was cool, mist hung around the stone masonry, and on the ground was a set of three gold icons. Stylized letters, the first letters in the names of the Elders, their place of rest when not awake. A sealed chamber to keep them safe. The advanced locking mechanisms using devices held over by the Elders since before the atomic wars long forgotten by mankind. For none but the Elders remained who knew of their workings. Moving to the one with the icon 'V' she flicked aside a small gold panel. Raising her wrist to her mouth she gave a small bite. Ruby rich blood trickled down into the pan. A pan cold to the touch, kept cold by some mechanical means long forgotten, and she closed the panel. With her index finger she adjusted a set of numerals to read 31. Thirty-one days until the blood preserved in the pan would be dispensed to whomever slumbered in the vault. To Vlad. So that he may awaken from hibernation and take the reins of power in Amelia's stead should anything befall her.

Nocturne

Will post tomorrow!

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@Kidd

Indeed, I could see their dynamic being mentor/student, maybe a touch mother/son due to her experience and his relative lacking (compared to her).

That is also a good anecdotal comparison. In a way they are opposites or even representations of differing aspects of the coven as a whole.

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@Kidd

I'm trying to think of Amelia and Rowens relationship, thoughts?

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I threw in a couple NPCs in my post, hope that wouldn't cause problems XD

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@Rusalka

Of course! I'm cool with that XD

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Posted XD

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Amelia Draculesti

On the outskirts of town, perched on a densely wooded patch of land in the hills outside town, the morning fog rolling off the ground giving a smoky haze. A surreal blind to the surrounding environment. The mansion was in the neo-Victorian style with a more modern gothic finish to the outer edifice of the building. The gentle glow of light fixtures, the chandelier in the main foyer, and on the second floor to the left of the main hall a gentle glow of candlelight.

The room was large, with a California king sized bed, a desk with neat stacks of paper and pens held in a dish, whoever lived here was artistic within the realms of calligraphy. Illuminated texts, hand made, were fixed in cases along one wall. The lush carpet was soft to the touch. Heavy black drapes masked the windows, diminishing the blue glow from outside, and giving a pleasant atmosphere.

pat pat pat

The pitter-patter of feet on the hardwood floors outside in the hallway resounded down the corridor. A figure dressed in a black tuxedo with a red-black bow tie, coat tails fluttering, moved rapidly down the hallway. Fitting a key into the lock at the door, the handle turned, and the man entered the room with a bead of sweat running down his face. Wiping it away with a handkerchief he faced the Northern wall.

A second pitter-patter of feet erupted down the hallway, the man turned a second before pulling one of the light fixtures near a book case and it swung out of the way, a second individual came into the room right as the first man was entering from the opening in the wall. A vault door having swung away internally. The second man gave chase. Down the stone, cold, dark passage way they entered a secret bowel of the mansion. Moving into a circular chamber located below the mansion that was finely furnished. But with older antique furniture that would be priceless on today's auctions. Ancient and medieval weaponry hung neatly on wracks on one side, suits of armor on the other, along with plastic wraps pieces of old clothing from various eras. Chests and lockboxes dotted the place. It was cold. Eerily cold. But most of all was the presence of a black coffin in an alcove set into the Western facing wall.

The first man dropped to his knees before the coffin, "My Lady some--."

The second man erupted in, "A familiar doesn't get to---."

"What. Is all this---ruckus."

Both men froze in place, and slowly turned, a woman dressed in a white gown was behind them. The coffin had been empty. It's occupant stood before them, not decayed, not dried skin hanging limply from bones. No, the woman before them was tall, and most of all her flesh was perfectly intact. Her gorgeous face and body, skin soft and unblemished, lips smooth, eyes of an electric green-yellow, hair like black silk, and it was almost bare to them. The gown not quite see through but made no illusions to her form, bust, and physique. Her eyes bore into them like a cat, like a predator, and the second man gulped. In her right hand was a silver goblet, lifting it to her lips it became clear that the redness of her lips was not natural, a crimson liquid filled the vessel.

"My lady a fami--." the second man made to speak but was cut off by a raised hand from the gorgeous woman before him. "I care not for trivialities so you might as well dispense with the pleasantries Kornelius, or should I leave someone else in charge of my affairs when I sleep?" The second man was silent as he looked at the ground. His tail between his legs. The butler was a familiar, not a vampire, a human retainer.

"Speak." said the woman to the man kneeling. He looked up at her, "Lady Amelia, there has been a development in Middleborough." A moment of silence as Amelia peered down at the man. Her electric green-yellow eyes locking with his dull brown. He spoke once more, "A body, murder is what the police say, you know what this could mean."

Amelia's eyes winced, not in fright or surprise, but with a righteous anger. The seething in her voice apparent, "Time to make a social appointment. Does Father Luca still reside within Middleborough?"

"Yes." replied the familiar.

"Time for a phone call." said Amelia with a slight smile.

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Working on my post now

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Indeed, and Rowan presumably lives with Amelia and Claudia as a part of the coven.