Location: Village [@crimson Paladin][@VitaVitaAR] [hr] “Lady Aleksiya, Sir Argus, its been a pleasure.” Giles bowed as the two vampires would leave, leaving him alone with his thoughts as he took a seat. What a tiring day. When was the last time he slept? He was certain it had been awhile, and he likely wasn’t going to get too much either in the coming hours. A soft sigh, a hand held to his temple. The members of the Ithica society had been correct after all, then. Perhaps he should pen a letter to them, but how would they receive it and who would deliver? He glanced towards a shelf where an innocuous mirror was laying. Village [@Pyromania99][@Click This] [hr] “I ain’t wearin’ no maid dress!” Julene rebuffed angrily. “I’d almost rather wear a hells-dammned habit.” A statement likely that would likely amuse the vampire nun. “Tch, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” The blacksmith mulled over the offer, glancing towards the village and the people moving about in the dim lantern light. She could only let her pride get to her so much. If she turned them down, then what about everyone she grew up with? The people here? “...Fine. Tch. I guess it’d be better to learn as much as I can about vampires and Ichor too. Julene responded, reaching a hand out and taking Giselle’s hand. Teach me whatever, but I’ll be the worst damn maid you’ve ever had, promise.” She then turned towards Akyasha, still with a sigh. “And you - damn it you…make no sense to me and I don’t fancy the idea of worshiping any demon god but whatever. I’ll learn as much as I can from you too. [hr] [hider=A VERY VERMIN DAY TO YOU] A quiet writing of a pen upon old parchment. Howls of beasts in the darkness. And then quiet. An unsettling, disconcerting quiet that signaled danger. The chittering of rats walking from the darkness - no - it was better to say their black fur [i]was[/i] the darkness. It moved and shifted with them, a living wall of vermin, eager to snatch, feast, fester and claw whatever they could get their diseased fangs on. “Ah, little Lottie! A very nice evening? Day? Oh dear myself, this darkness still confuses me. However do you mortals tell what time of day it is?” “Ah, dearest little Est, what can I do for you? Its been quite some time since you visited little old me, ehehe.” “Mhm? Can’t two old friends see each other? After all, if not for you I would still be rotting in the corpse of that hideous monster, ahaha.” “I also told you I want nothing else to do with you.” A long bit of silence followed as Charlotte closed her journal. “Also, calling me a mortal is the funniest joke I’ve heard in a very, very long time.” “Ah, all you little ants look the same to me you know? I can’t help it any more. That said…” Est walked up to Charlotte, cozying up next to the witch who seemed completely unperturbed. “Come on little lottie, don’t give me the cold shoulder. You wound my rotten little heart.” “My shoulder is quite warm…but I understand the metaphor.” Charlotte sighed, placing the book upon the desk. Her normal, unsteady, slightly manic look was replaced by a cool, calculating gaze. “What do you want, you failed god?” “Now that’s the look of the woman I fell in love with, eheh.” A slow, toothy grin spread across Ests mouth. “I am here…to make a deal! A deal between a witch and a [i]proper[/i] god mind you. It involves…those tears you’ve been searching for.” “...I’m listening, rat.” [/hider] [hider=Halls of the Old World] “Are you certain…Rikard?” “Quite. In summary, I ran into three of them myself. On our way to retrieve the Heart we found the corpse of a great serpent already viciously slain. On our way out we too, were being eavesdropped on by them as well. No doubt they are wary of us.” “Rhea?” “...I didn’t see any, but their stench was all over the place. I went back to investigate, and I had half a mind to hunt them down myself but when I drew close to the cathedral…that gods damned Ichors power still lingers there. I can not get near it now.” “I see...so the wheel of fate is moving and time is starting to ever so slightly crawl forward once more. Ah, and the object of our hunt? It slipped away again as well?” “Unfortunately. Est is proving to be quite…difficult to corner.” “Unsurprising, considering what she is. The power to travel between the fractured remnants of this broken world…” “We almost had her once, we will again. Perhaps we could find allies in the unlikeliest of places if we play our cards right…” “...I’d rather kill them and filet their brains.” “And that, dear Rhea, is why Rikard does the talking and you do the killing. Dismissed, I’ll talk this over with the others and see what they have to say about all of this.” [/hider] [hider=A lonely little Thrall] They were gone. And she was alone again. Fra walked quietly down the hallways of the chapel, the sounds of beasts outside the only company she had now. She had questioned herself why she had been left behind, a miserable, failure of a thrall like her that couldn't even die properly when their creator did. A fluke? Initially she had convinced herself Ichor had some grand plan for her. She reached the chapel, gazing up at the statue, an unreadable expression. A pause. She should get some food ready for their return. Perhaps some cake, or some raw meat? Beast meat wasn't very appetizing but she could at least make it presentable with her meager skills. A small smile, as she hurried off out of the cathedral. A small prayer offered towards the Goddess. [/hider] [h3][center]~The Rebirth, End~[/center][/h3] [right]And so the god of Silverlight would fall That was the desire, the plan, the gift. The false Sun, The Egg of Disaster, the wayward stars, the heavens were to be felled. Oros’ Cycle ended permanently. That was the gift of Ichor to her children A new age dawned. One of Blood and Night where the dead could exist without recourse I have seen such an age, and that is why i ask you, undead To give thyself, they hate, they rage and they life And the world shall be made anew where we can live as we desire. [color=ed1c24]- Bible of Ichor, Chapter 3 verse 1[/color][/right]