Sarpedon

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

Of course. Unless you don't want to. It was just an idea I had

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

That's fair... I'll keep working on it...

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

That's better than what I had. What we need, though, is some more outside conflict to kinda keep the story going... or something... I dunno...

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

It sounded better when I was in bed really ill...

I was thinking one of us could play the vampire, and then one of us could play someone who runs into said vampire, and honestly, that's about as far as I got...

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

Aight, so we can do this either modern, or high fantasy, and some details will change based on that, but here's what I've got.

So this super-old-ass vampire, not like, the original vampire, but like, his youngest vampire-spawn, decides that he's tired of just hanging out and doing vampire things, so he takes some necromancy classes, and figures out how to raise an army of the dead. Then he figures he might as well go conquer the world. For the sake of politeness, he decides to start away from his sibling-rivals, figuring they could sit around and do vampire things until he showed up again, and hopefully he'd be more powerful than them by that time, since he'd be king of the rest of the world. That was the plan at least.

So he gets to a good place to start, he figures, and starts creating himself some vampire thralls to serve as lieutenants and distractions and such, before he starts looting local graveyards and really getting the ball rolling on his world domination plot. About a year later, and progress is slow, since zombies are slow, but he's undefeated so far. Of course, now the church is getting involved, and the pope's all like "We need a crusade up in this bitch" and he calls up anyone not doing much of anything and blesses them all and tells them to go fuck up evil. And then actual paladins and templars show up too, wanting to actually help. So now there's holy warriors and their retinues scouring the countryside murdering motherfuckers and generally getting in the way of the vampire lord's world domination plot. This gets a whole lot worse when said vampire ransacks a cathedral and raises the entire contents of its catacombs to help with his plot. The pope demands that just about everyone take up arms and start killing creatures of the night, and the pope himself even calls up his personal retinue and heads out to help with the war effort.

At some point, one of the vampire lord's newly raised, extra-fresh lieutenants, knowing that they are about as useful as a zombie at this point, since they haven't eaten anyone, decides that they don't want to play. The only problem, obviously, is that hibernating without eating anyone could have disastrous results. But it can't be worse than getting fucked up by an angry paladin, right? So they sneak off and hide out in an as-yet unransacked church, the small catacombs beneath are nice and dark, and largely untended thanks to all the busybodies out fighting. So the lieutenant hops into one of them little alcoves in the wall and goes to sleep.

Then a whole bunch of time passes. pretty well all the other vampires get killed, or at least decide that trying to conquer the world is a fuck-off terrible idea, and cut that shit out. And anyone who might have known about or noticed the vampire in the catacombs of the church is dead.

Now, if you want to go modern, maybe someone decides they wanna renovate the church or whatever, and some dumbass hurts himself and gets enough blood on the vampire to initial Operation Wake Up And Eat Some Motherfuckers. And then the vampire, confused manages to wake up after the sun sets, only to find that the world is nothing like it used to be. And on top of that, all their clothes have rotted off, so they're naked and look all gross because they haven't eaten anyone in centuries. So then maybe they sneak into the church proper and eat some hapless late-night churchgoers and put together a largely blood-free outfit and go see what the rest of the world looks like... Not sure what happens at this point...

If you wanna go with fantasy then maybe some dumbass priest, obsessed with keep records, is a little too vigorous in sharpening his quill or something, and cuts himself bad enough to wake up the vampire and get eaten, and then... Again, honestly, I'm not sure what happens after the vampire wakes up... I just got that far and thought we might be able to work with it...

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

It's not that I'm not having fun, I was just laying in bed sick and wishing I was dead when inspiration struck. We can do both if you want. I'll get the idea written out before you decide.

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

I had an idea, and I lost it, but I think I found it again. It's got vampires in it, and I know you like those. Lemme know if you want me to lay it out. It needs some work, but you're good at helping with that. It should be able to work in fantasy or modern, whatever you like.

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

nice, have fun!

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

Octavius woke up at some point during the night when his body decided he was too cold to keep sleeping half-dressed on top of his bed. A good deal more sober than when he'd first passed out, the captain got up, tossed his clothes off the bed, and finished undressing. Then he peeled the blankets back and snuggled himself into the bed properly, curling up and happily passing out once more. He stayed that way until the morning light came streaming through the window right into his eyes. He tried rolling over, but at that point, the pain in his head was too much, and he wouldn't be going back to sleep. The captain groaned and squinted hard as he attempted to get up and get dressed.

It took some work, but he did eventually manage to put himself together, at which point the warlord decided he needed a whole lot of water and several bacon and egg sandwiches. The thing between him and a cure for his hangover, however, was the stairs. The pirate wasn't going to be stopped at this point, though. He decided that in the worst case scenario, he would just fall down in the stairs, in which case he would just be at the bar faster. So without stopping to try and think any harder, he left his room and moved about as fast as he could manage to the common room, where he could get himself the things he needed to feel better sooner, rather than later.

Of course, lucky for him, when he got there, Octavius discovered that no one was around. That wasn't about to stop Captain Cuttlam, however, and he headed for the kitchen. Of course, he stepped inside just as the cook started clanging pots together, sending him recoiling in pain back into the common room. His pained groan did catch someone's attention however, and after a moment a woman appeared behind the bar. She had a look on her face that said she knew what he needed. "Water... Three bacon and egg sandwiches... Quietly please..." the man whispered, and the barmaid smiled only a little condescendingly, before disappearing again. His water showed up a moment later, a whole pitcher full along with a glass that he ignored. The food was going to take a little longer, but he could wait a little longer now that he at least had some water. With his eyes screwed shut, it was almost tolerable, so he stayed that way unless something around him sounded like it was moving...

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

I understand, it's all good. I meant to reply on the weekend but some stuff came up...