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Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Blood Countess

Theme Song || Blood Countess by Karliene

》B a s i c s

Full name: Erzsébet Báthory de Ecsed
Age: 460
Date of Birth: August 7th, 1560
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: Hungary, now Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’5
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Length: Mid to lower back
Skin Color: Light/Medium beige
Eye Color: Blue
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Open for discussion
Siblings' Status: One older brother who is dead
Parents' Status: Both dead
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 7
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 6

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Vampires who were once human
✡ Humans
✡ Blood
✡ Healing people
✡ Her clan
✡ Books

Dislikes:
✡ Werewolves
✡ Pureblood vampires other than her late husband
✡ Hunters
✡ Pointlessly killing humans
✡ Sunshine
✡ Intruders on her property

Hobbies:
✡ Reading
✡ Learning languages
✡ Singing
✡ Creating new vampires from people who are dying and take her up on her offer
✡ Wine
✡ Swimming

Skills:
✡ Healing
✡ Singing
✡ Incredibly agile
✡ Charming others
✡ Stalking prey
✡ Languages, she’s lost count on how many she knows

》P e r s o n a l i t y

Libby can come off quite kind to most people, but she’s also got a strict air about her. She won’t put up with much nonsense and she’s swift to react. If someone has committed a wrong within her clan she will listen to their plea, but often will make a swift and just judgement. She would do anything to protect those in her clan. They are her family and family is the most important thing to her. When it comes to werewolves, however, she can be quite ruthless. If there is a werewolf trespassing on her area she is swift to deal with them. If they leave her alone she will most likely leave them alone as well, unless she has discovered they are descendants of those that wronged her so long ago.

She typically reacts calmly to situations as she’s had 460 years to perfect controlling her temper. She tries to be as patient with people as possible, especially with those within her clan. She tries to treat those she leads with respect so in turn she can gain their loyalty. She is quite a brave soul, but she’s not brave to the point of stupidity. She definitely knows when to back down from a fight. She tries to stay under the radar as much as possible as she doesn’t want to attract unwanted attention from hunters. She keeps her clan fed by hiring humans as blood donors, making sure she pays them well in order to keep their silence.

Libby is very well educated and has had years perfecting her social talents. She’s quite charming and has a smile that can disarm most. She doesn’t have the greatest sense of humor in the fact that she doesn’t often tell jokes, but she can appreciate a good jest. She does tend to be more on the serious side, however. She’s also the motherly type, still wishing to care for those around her.

》H i s t o r y

Libby was born to very wealthy people in Hungary in 1560. Her father was Baron George VI Báthory and her mother was Baroness Anna Báthory, daughter of the voivode of Transylvania and sister to the king of Poland. So Libby was raised as royalty and was quite spoiled as she was the only daughter. She was also given the best possible education she could get for the time and with that she learned to be a healer. She always had great sympathy for those around her and she would always seek to help those sick and injured around the castle. She also learned to speak Latin, German, Hungarian, and Greek. In all, she had a very privileged upbringing.

When she was 10 years old she was engaged to Ferenc Nádasdy, the son of another baron. Little did she know that her future husband was a pureblood vampire. It was intended to be a political move as Libby’s family owned a vast majority of land in Hungary and Romania. Ferenc’s family had planned for their son to marry her and then an “accident” would happen to which they’d acquire Libby’s lands. What they didn’t expect was for the two to actually fall in love. They married when she was 15 and he was actually only 19. Ferenc decided to take Libby’s last name and he distanced himself from his family in order to protect Libby. She didn’t know for quite a few years what Ferenc actually was. It wasn’t until she almost died in childbirth and Ferenc decided to change her that she actually learned the truth of the supernatural world.

With this new knowledge she also learned of the feud between a large pack of werewolves and her husband’s clan. Ferenc eventually reconnected with his family and, now that Libby was also a vampire, they accepted them back. They still looked down on Libby and treated her differently, but at least they weren’t trying to kill her. They had more important things on their mind and that was a war with the werewolves. Ferenc left to help fight, leaving Libby to care for their lands. She was a strict, yet just ruler and took care of her people, especially her servants. She would attempt to heal them if they were sick or injured, but if she realized they were dying she would give them the choice of a swift death or become a vampire and would grant them whatever they wished. They had some servants who she’d saved that dedicated themselves to her and donated their blood in order for her and her husband to survive. That mixed with punishing criminals provided more than enough sustenance for her family.

Her husband eventually returned to her and he’d been gravely injured by a werewolf. She spent the last few days by his side until he passed away. She couldn’t do anything to help him and it killed her inside. That is what began her determination to protect her lands from there werewolves and would eradicate any that entered. She slowly began building a clan of her own as well as her husband’s clan disowned her immediately after his death. Her clan would be made up purely of humans who’d been turned into vampires. She would be a safe haven for them. All she asked for in return was their loyalty and help in keeping werewolves out of her lands.

The werewolves she’d capture she would brutally murder and was even known to bathe in their blood, thus earning herself the name of the Blood Countess and even Countess Dracula in some circles. What she hadn’t expected was an old family friend to be a werewolf along with a high ranking authority figure. He visited her estate unannounced one day to find her brutally murdering a female werewolf. He decided to try what the werewolves hadn’t yet and turned to the human government, making a case against her. He captured some of her servants and tortured them into revealing how many she’d truly killed. In total they determined she’d killed well over 650 people and she was sentenced to death by being bricked up in a room in her house. In an act of desperation, her small clan of vampires spirited her away while her second in command took her place. She was bricked up and left to starve and perish.

After losing both her husband and best friend, Libby swore revenge on the werewolves who wronged her and their descendants. She could be patient, build her clan, and slowly pick them off one by one over the years. She had all of eternity to eradicate them after all.

She has lived in Ember Grove now with her medium sized clan of vampires for the last 50 years. She works as an ER doctor at the hospital there and can often gather blood from her occupation as well as hire humans to be blood donors. She has a large estate south of Lovers Lake that her and her clan live on.

》C l a n

Leader of Clan Báthory

》P u r e b l o o d?

Turned by a pureblood vampire.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Báthory Clan

》Leader: Libby Báthory
》How radical 1 to 10: 5
》History: The Báthory Clan began back in the late 1500’s in the Kingdom of Hungary by the same woman who is leading the clan today. Started by the famous historical figure, Countess Elizabeth Báthory, she wanted to create a clan of vampires that catered to those who were once human. Having experienced the scorn of purebloods, she wanted to prove that created vampires could be just as powerful as some clans. She wanted to create an environment where the “lesser” vampires felt safe and appreciated. She also wished to offer dying humans a second chance at life. The only thing Libby asked for in return is loyalty and aid in destroying the werewolves that intrude on her land or wish to steal her possessions.

The clan has around 1,050 people in it as of right now and live on the Ecsed Estate deep in the woods behind Lovers Lake. Libby used her accumulated wealth 50 years ago to purchase 100 acres of land and build a small community for her clan. They are secluded enough that they are rarely bothered, however being in the woods also means you get unwelcome visitors like werewolves. Those that trespass on the land may soon regret it, especially if you are a werewolf.
》Goals: To create a place for human turned vampires and to destroy the werewolves who have wronged any in the clan.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Blood Countess

》B a s i c s

Full name: Erzsébet Báthory de Ecsed
Age: 460
Date of Birth: August 7th, 1560
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: Hungary, now Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’5
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Length: Mid to lower back
Skin Color: Light/Medium beige
Eye Color: Blue
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Open for discussion
Siblings' Status: One older brother who is dead
Parents' Status: Both dead
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 7
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 6

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Vampires who were once human
✡ Humans
✡ Blood
✡ Healing people
✡ Her clan
✡ Books

Dislikes:
✡ Werewolves
✡ Pureblood vampires other than her late husband
✡ Hunters
✡ Pointlessly killing humans
✡ Sunshine
✡ Intruders on her property

Hobbies:
✡ Reading
✡ Learning languages
✡ Singing
✡ Creating new vampires from people who are dying and take her up on her offer
✡ Wine
✡ Swimming

Skills:
✡ Healing
✡ Singing
✡ Incredibly agile
✡ Charming others
✡ Stalking prey
✡ Languages, she’s lost count on how many she knows

》P e r s o n a l i t y

Libby can come off quite kind to most people, but she’s also got a strict air about her. She won’t put up with much nonsense and she’s swift to react. If someone has committed a wrong within her clan she will listen to their plea, but often will make a swift and just judgement. She would do anything to protect those in her clan. They are her family and family is the most important thing to her. When it comes to werewolves, however, she can be quite ruthless. If there is a werewolf trespassing on her area she is swift to deal with them. If they leave her alone she will most likely leave them alone as well, unless she has discovered they are descendants of those that wronged her so long ago.

She typically reacts calmly to situations as she’s had 460 years to perfect controlling her temper. She tries to be as patient with people as possible, especially with those within her clan. She tries to treat those she leads with respect so in turn she can gain their loyalty. She is quite a brave soul, but she’s not brave to the point of stupidity. She definitely knows when to back down from a fight. She tries to stay under the radar as much as possible as she doesn’t want to attract unwanted attention from hunters. She keeps her clan fed by hiring humans as blood donors, making sure she pays them well in order to keep their silence.

Libby is very well educated and has had years perfecting her social talents. She’s quite charming and has a smile that can disarm most. She doesn’t have the greatest sense of humor in the fact that she doesn’t often tell jokes, but she can appreciate a good jest. She does tend to be more on the serious side, however. She’s also the motherly type, still wishing to care for those around her.

》H i s t o r y

Libby was born to very wealthy people in Hungary in 1560. Her father was Baron George VI Báthory and her mother was Baroness Anna Báthory, daughter of the voivode of Transylvania and sister to the king of Poland. So Libby was raised as royalty and was quite spoiled as she was the only daughter. She was also given the best possible education she could get for the time and with that she learned to be a healer. She always had great sympathy for those around her and she would always seek to help those sick and injured around the castle. She also learned to speak Latin, German, Hungarian, and Greek. In all, she had a very privileged upbringing.

When she was 10 years old she was engaged to Ferenc Nádasdy, the son of another baron. Little did she know that her future husband was a pureblood vampire. It was intended to be a political move as Libby’s family owned a vast majority of land in Hungary and Romania. Ferenc’s family had planned for their son to marry her and then an “accident” would happen to which they’d acquire Libby’s lands. What they didn’t expect was for the two to actually fall in love. They married when she was 15 and he was actually only 19. Ferenc decided to take Libby’s last name and he distanced himself from his family in order to protect Libby. She didn’t know for quite a few years what Ferenc actually was. It wasn’t until she almost died in childbirth and Ferenc decided to change her that she actually learned the truth of the supernatural world.

With this new knowledge she also learned of the feud between a large pack of werewolves and her husband’s clan. Ferenc eventually reconnected with his family and, now that Libby was also a vampire, they accepted them back. They still looked down on Libby and treated her differently, but at least they weren’t trying to kill her. They had more important things on their mind and that was a war with the werewolves. Ferenc left to help fight, leaving Libby to care for their lands. She was a strict, yet just ruler and took care of her people, especially her servants. She would attempt to heal them if they were sick or injured, but if she realized they were dying she would give them the choice of a swift death or become a vampire and would grant them whatever they wished. They had some servants who she’d saved that dedicated themselves to her and donated their blood in order for her and her husband to survive. That mixed with punishing criminals provided more than enough sustenance for her family.

Her husband eventually returned to her and he’d been gravely injured by a werewolf. She spent the last few days by his side until he passed away. She couldn’t do anything to help him and it killed her inside. That is what began her determination to protect her lands from there werewolves and would eradicate any that entered. She slowly began building a clan of her own as well as her husband’s clan disowned her immediately after his death. Her clan would be made up purely of humans who’d been turned into vampires. She would be a safe haven for them. All she asked for in return was their loyalty and help in keeping werewolves out of her lands.

The werewolves she’d capture she would brutally murder and was even known to bathe in their blood, thus earning herself the name of the Blood Countess and even Countess Dracula in some circles. What she hadn’t expected was an old family friend to be a werewolf along with a high ranking authority figure. He visited her estate unannounced one day to find her brutally murdering a female werewolf. He decided to try what the werewolves hadn’t yet and turned to the human government, making a case against her. He captured some of her servants and tortured them into revealing how many she’d truly killed. In total they determined she’d killed well over 650 people and she was sentenced to death by being bricked up in a room in her house. In an act of desperation, her small clan of vampires spirited her away while her second in command took her place. She was bricked up and left to starve and perish.

After losing both her husband and best friend, Libby swore revenge on the werewolves who wronged her and their descendants. She could be patient, build her clan, and slowly pick them off one by one over the years. She had all of eternity to eradicate them after all.

She has lived in Ember Grove now with her medium sized clan of vampires for the last 50 years. She works as an ER doctor at the hospital there and can often gather blood from her occupation as well as hire humans to be blood donors. She has a large estate south of Lovers Lake that her and her clan live on.

》C l a n

Leader of Clan Báthory

》P u r e b l o o d?

Turned by a pureblood vampire.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Red Riding Hood

Theme Song || Alpha by Little Destroyer

》B a s i c s

Full name: Sorrel Adel Jäger
Age: 350
Date of Birth: Not entirely sure, sometime in the fall of 1670
Gender: Female
Where are you from?: Germany originally, now lives in Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lbs
Hair Color: Pale Blonde
Hair Length: Mid to lower back
Skin Color: Ivory
Eye Color: Green
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings:
Tattoo on her left sholder
Right side tattoo
Detail your werewolf form: See picture below. Sorrel stands at 5’10 once in her werewolf form. She still is rather lean looking, however, but don’t be deceived by her looks. She much stronger than people realize she is and a lot faster as well. She’s a mixture of a silver whit and sorrel color which is quite fitting for her name.

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Open for discussion
Siblings' Status: None
Parents' Status: Both dead
Pets: She has a dog named Helmar
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 8
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 8

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Magic
✡ Witches
✡ Cookies
✡ Cakes
✡ Most baked treats
✡ Beer

Dislikes:
✡ Pointless cruelty
✡ Chocolate
✡ Vampires
✡ Killing without purpose
✡ Dry heat
✡ Most Werewolves

Hobbies:
✡ Baking
✡ Hiking
✡ Painting
✡ Running
✡ Brewing beer
✡ Writing

Skills:
✡ Cooking and baking
✡ Making friends
✡ Drinking
✡ Running
✡ Talking her way out of situations
✡ Speedy

》P e r s o n a l i t y

Sorrel is one of the sweetest people you could ever come across. She is friendly towards everyone and still retains that caring nature. She is the type of person who brings their neighbors cookies all the time. She still retains a slight German accent even after all these years and it often works as a good conversation starter for her. She loves to converse with everyone she meets and has often been told she talks too much.

There is a darker side to her, however, and that side comes from the wolf. She can be a ruthless killer, however she focuses on only killing those who really deserve it. She fast, silent, and intelligent, which can be a terrifying combo when it comes to tracking down her prey. Her small stature mixed with her friendly nature often causes people to underestimate her which she uses to her advantage. When people underestimate you they let their guard down. That's when she likes to strike.

She's got a wonderful sense of humor and often likes to tease those she's closest to. If she offends someone, however, she is quick to send an apology note along with some yummy baked goods. When she's not at work you will often times find her at the bar just socializing with everyone. She's not really the manipulative type, but she is rather good at lying. She has her secrets she likes to keep.

》H i s t o r y

A young girl in a red cloak had made her ill grandmother treats. She packed them all up nicely in a basket and, budding her mother farewell, headed out from their cottage to go visit grandma. Her mother had warned not to get distracted or beer from the path in case she came across a wolf, but what do mothers know? Besides it's much easier to cut through the forest to get to grandmother's house. What she hadn't expected was to come across another person in the forest, a man claiming to be lost. The little girl saw past his disguise and ran away to grandmother's house. We all know the rest of the story where little red's grandmother gets eaten and she is rescued, but what if I told you it was inspired by real events?

Sorrel can't tell you exactly when she was born anymore, but she can tell you it was in what is now Germany and that she came from a long line of Witches. She had been raised in a coven of witches with her grandmother as their leader. Sorrel was known to be the caretaker of everyone in the coven and was constantly visiting others. She knew the woods well, but with familiarity comes a blindness to danger. Of course she knew of werewolves, but they were so rare where they lived thanks to her grandmother keeping them away. When her grandmother fell mysteriously ill, however, werewolves became more prominent.

Her family held onto a precious heirloom, a red cloak passed down from mother to daughter. Sorrel received this cloak on her fifteenth birthday and she cherished it deeply. She longed to become a great witch like her grandmother and maybe even take over the coven one day when her grandmother decided to step down. She wasn't expecting the events that were to occur, however.

Her grandmother fell ill when she was 21, something not common among witches and it concerned Sorrel. As the girl known for visiting and caring for everyone, she decided to bake some goodies and brew some potions to try and help her grandmother. She packed them all up and set out for her cottage, which was a ways through the forest. As she went she came across a man all alone who immediately tried to swoon her. Sorrel wasn't dumb, however, and she knew something was wrong. When he began to transform into his lycan form she ran. She was filled with panic and she just needed to get to her grandmother. She didn't think about the fact that a wolf can run much faster than her and she was caught not far from her grandmother's house. Instead of being devoured, however, he merely bit her and rendered her unconscious.

When she awoke she was in her grandmother's house and soon found imprisoned by the lycan man. Her grandmother was there as well, but she was so weak she couldn't do anything to help Sorrel. It had been a planned attack by this alpha wolf who wanted to weaken the witches. He'd initially planned to kill both the coven leader and her heir, but a thought occurred to him on what would happen if he turned a witch. So he did, he bit Sorrel and kept her sedated for the five days until she turned and turn she did. She was no longer a witch, now a lycan and the rage she felt for this was strong. The loyalty she felt to her alpha, however, made her even more sick. He forced her to kill and eat her own grandmother and then took her away, claiming he "saved" her

She followed him for ten years before secretly seeking out her mother once more. The woman took pity on Sorrel and offered to help her however she could. She cast a spell on her to halt her aging and then helped find a spell to break that strong bond between her and the pack leader. Years went by and she slowly became stronger and stronger. Her alpha never turned anyone else and she didn't either, it was only the two of them now roaming the woods of her childhood. That is until one day she managed to weaken the alpha with a potion concocted by her mother and then kill him.

Life went on, her mother sadly perished during the German witch trials while Sorrel managed to flee to the States. She moved around constantly now all on her own. With her mother gone, her urge to be a part of a pack grew slowly. She now finds herself living in Ember Grove for the last two years running a bakery and quietly looking for a pack that suits her.

	》P a c k No pack yet, cautiously looking for one. 》P u r e b l o o d? Bitten by an alpha and killed said alpha so is now technically an alpha.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi
Interactions: @Helo-Bowyn

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"That's a fair point." Torvi said with a nod, knowing that oftentimes the wealthy fair better than others. Wealth equals power in most societies, but with power came another common craving that could work in their favor. "However there is bound to be those of the wealthy wanting more power. I'm sure some desire to improve their station to the highest standing they can." She was trying her best to choose her words carefully. Last thing they needed was for someone to overhear their conversation and turn them in for treasonous talk. If people were paying close enough attention that could still be the case, but the plus side in being in a tavern was the fact that people were often too drunk to notice or care.

She contemplated things a bit more as she finished off her drink. The ball really wasn't the best plan if she were being honest, but what other options did they have right now? There wasn't much they could do. Besides, could be kind of fun to dress up and pretend to be part of the wealthy crowd. The thought of Bowyn in formal wear made her smirk a bit. "Oh come now, it sounds like you don't want to dress up and be all fancy. It could be fun. You'd probably clean up nicely. You might even be, dare I say it, handsome!" She teased him and then giggled a bit at herself.

She glanced down at her empty cup and then over to the bar, debating on getting another drink. That's when she heard Bowyn's solemn remark and she turned back to him. Her heart ached just a bit as she did, but he was right. She reached out and gently took his hand, giving it a soft squeeze. "I know and we won't make a mistake. We'll think things through as thoroughly as possible." She reassured him, but gave him a sad smile. They had to be so very careful. She let go of his hand after a moment and took his glass. "For now, though, let me go get us another drink. That man at that table over there was kind enough to donate some amas for us." She said with a sly smile as she held up a few amas she'd managed to swipe from a very inebriated man while Bowyn was originally ordering drinks. She then went to go get them some more alcohol to continue to drown their sorrows.

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Time: Morning
Location: Biralei residence
Interaction: @princess Malachi @Dezuel Zelginn @Inertia Rei @Potter Corvina

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His mother is imprisoned by Aklenroth for a long time up north? And he's not the only child… Kenia thought to herself, alarm bells ringing in her head. Something was quite off with this boy, if he really were a boy. There was something familiar sounding about his story, but she couldn't quite place what it was. All she knew was that it had her feeling very uneasy. She glanced at Malachi briefly, wondering what he was thinking. Was he concerned as much as she was? As far as she was concerned, Zelginn had only proven himself to be a thief, a liar, and an instigator. These were all a recipe for disaster.

"Oh but that is my name, dear Zelginn. I am the Lady Tsarra Kenia Urmicca, I'm known amongst my family as Kenia. However, in the circle of nobles and...admirers, as in Lord Norkas case, I am known as the Lady Tsarra. If you don't believe me, take a look at that golden locket I gave you. My name is engraved on the back." She told him as she gestured to one of the necklaces. Sure enough, if he were to look, the name Tsarra Kenia Urmicca was on it. It was a name she often used when gathering information and she'd built up quite a reputation with it. She'd brought that necklace down just in case he questioned her on it.

He was beginning to try her patience, however, and she needed to be rid of him. He was far too much of a liability and there was still something about him that didn't seem right. She glanced once more to Malachi, waiting for him to put in some input. She was also concerned how he'd look at her if she had to turn to her darker side and dispose of this child. While she didn't wish to do that, she would do so if she felt she had no other choice. Self preservation along with the protection of her family was her first priority always. "Now Zelginn, as much as I appreciate you trying to anyone for your actions, I suggest you stop while you're ahead and do as I say and leave. I have provided you with far more than you deserve and I'm giving you a chance to leave scot free. If you continue to try my patience then we may see just how similar your mother and I really are." With her last words there was a dangerous darkness that crossed over her face. The nice lady was clearly gone now and in her place stood the dangerous and skilled assassin.

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Love Lounge
Interactions:@FunnyGuy Umber @Legion02 Xenelith @Alivefalling Jack @Eviledd1984 O’Ner

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Azriel had been looking between all of the men with her, giggling internally as she realized how interesting it must look as she was the only woman in this group. Not only that, but she had taken the lead in walking into this place and finding a spot to relax. Azriel and her men, she liked the sound of that. Her eyes then fell on O’Ner and she followed his gaze as she listened to Xenelith speak. She gazed at the woman dancing and smirked to herself. Was it possible for an undead to become intimate with someone? Well he did have the ability to shapeshift, that could work, couldn't it? ”Here O’Ner, let me help you.” She began as she turned her gaze back to the Madam.

”I think we’d like to enjoy the company of that pretty little thing there.” She told her as she pointed to the woman O’Ner had been watching. She really was quite a beauty and while Azriel would find enjoyment in making O’Ner squirm, perhaps she could also find additional enjoyment. They’d just have to see what the visit brought.

Xenelith also ordered some tobacco and a bottle of the house beverage, which Azriel was pleased with. Just tobacco though? Go big or go home was how Azriel looked at things. ”While tobacco is great and all, I would also like some skaula and perhaps even some ubara.” She told the woman while watching the others out of the corner of her eye, wondering how they’d react with such a request. She had a feeling Xenelith would be on board, but was unsure of the others. Madam Uma nodded and left to go gather their things along with tell the one prostitute to go to them once she’d finished her dance and freshened up.

She looked to Jack, who was visibly upset with being their and it caused her to grin. ”I do apologize Jack, I was not aware you were famous for that in particular. Perhaps some of the things I’ve ordered will help you to relax a bit.” She suggested, quite obviously not really sorry for anything. If he wished to leave and explore the city she wouldn’t stop him, though it may be bad if he went on a killing spree. Right now, however, she really didn’t care too much. He was a big boy, he could do as he pleased. She was going to enjoy herself.

”As for the ball,” she began as she turned back to Xenelith, ”I am not sure what he has planned entirely. Perhaps he wishes to try and draw out some of the rebels? Such a big even full of wealthy people is sure to draw out those looking for supporters, yes? Or perhaps our lord has something else in mind entirely. I am not one to question him too deeply into those matters.” She explained, keeping her eyes open for anyone who might be trying to listen in on the conversation.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Baelde's restaurant
Interaction:@Alivefalling-Kyran @MissCapnCrunch Dionaea @princess Risa @Dezuel Elthrael

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Elsea sat silent as the topic took quite a serious turn, listening closely as Elthrael told his story, then of Risa discussing what their goal should be, and finally Kyran’s disagreement with Risa. It was his words that ignited a small fire within her as he spoke of her people. Anger bubbled up within her, but before she could speak the young bear featured girl appeared to take their order. Elsea had also noticed the strange thing that happened with Kyran’s eye, but she was too distracted by other things to question him on it. She focused on a spot on the table as she tried to calm herself when it came her turn to order. ”Go ahead and skip me. I’ve just realized I’m not all that hungry.” She told the girl and then patiently waited for the others to finish ordering.

Once she was gone she finally spoke up, looking at Kyran now with irritation plain on her features. ”Humans NEED to learn how to fight? Nay, they NEED not to learn how to do anything. We did not ask to be here, we did not ask to fight YOUR war. If you force them into anything than you are no better than Aklenroth. I will not stand for anyone forcing anyone into something and if you try I promise you I will fight you until my dying breath.” Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap as she glared at Kyran. She then turned her attention to Elthrael.

”This goes for you as well. You speak of Risa and you try to sway her to use her alleged royal power, but have you stopped to ask her if that’s something she wishes for? How much power will she really hold if she does decide to try? From what I understand there are two fairy kingdoms, aye? Will she hold sway in both kingdoms or will it just he hers? Even then, that is only ONE race she holds sway over and I’m willing to bet that is not enough.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment as she tried to regain her composure.

”Kyran does make a valid point on something, though, and that is that if it is to be war we need to mentally prepare for it. Who here knows what a war entails? Who here has truly fought in a war? Have any of you stood on a battlefield? Have you been engaged in a battle where emotions are running high, you’re exhausted and so frightened to the point you can no longer tell friend from foe? Have any of you watched as your friends fight and die around you?” She looked between all of them now, watching for reactions to her words. She thought back to her grandfather when he’d come home from a battle with the English. He was haunted by so many things and often madly spoke of the horrors he’d witnessed. It chilled her to this day seeing him in that state. ”These are the things every one of us needs to prepare for if it is to be war. It will change all of us and I promise you it will not be for the better. There will be things that will haunt you until you die.” She finished and finally fell silent as she let the gravity of everything she just said sink in.

Ossvien

Time: Morning
Location: The Avalon Infirmary
Interaction: @HawthorneSolomon @StitchesPerry

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When Brenna had boarded the Avalon Avenger she hadn’t been entirely sure what to expect. She knew life on the ship wasn’t going to prove easy and she’d mentally prepared herself for that. She had a mission and she wasn’t about to let any difficulty stop her from accomplishing her mission. Her sister was still out there, she could feel it deep in her bones and any spell she cast to see her always came up with an interesting result. She could feel her soul was still a part of this world which meant she was alive in some sense, however, every time she peered in on that soul it seemed to be fading. It concerned her deeply and all she wanted was to get to her as quickly as possible. So that was one of the driving factors for her to join this voyage as well as try her best not to make much of a fuss.

She was slightly surprised when the ship came under the control of a new captain a week into their journey. Before that happened, she hadn’t been expected to do much of anything and she merely stayed out of the way of everyone else. She was a quiet little mouse on the ship who would be found sitting somewhere reading one of the many spell books she’d brought with her. Once Captain Sarstina took over, things changed. She was no longer permitted to wear her dresses and before she was able to argue this, the Captain made a very good point. If she were to go overboard there was a high chance that she wouldn’t be able to swim in those dresses. Thankfully she had brought a suitable outfit containing pants that she had planned to wear one they made it to the Isles. It wouldn’t kill her to start wearing it now.

Another change that had been made was the fact that Brenna now had an officer assigned to follow and protect her at all times. This she didn’t even consider trying to argue and actually welcomed it. For one, it wasn’t much different from living back at the castle. She had a personal guard there as well. Another reason she welcomed it, however, was because she knew it would protect her from some of the men. While she hopped none would be stupid enough to try and touch her, she had noticed several leering looks her direction over the last week.

The last change made was the fact that she was now to pull her weight while on this ship. She had no issue with this as she would like to help where she could, but she was unsure of what skills she had that would be useful to anyone. It was the Captain that came up with the suggestion of assisting the Doctor. She had to agree that it was the place she would fit in the most and while she wasn’t skilled in any healing magic, she did know some healing knowledge thanks to her people. So she was gathering some of her books that she knew had some healing remedies in them along with a few supplies when an officer came to inform them they found a woman in the water and the Captain had sent for Brenna. A woman in the water? Could it be Zaleria? No, that’s impossible. She thought to herself before she thanked the man. She turned to her guard as she spoke, ”I just need to drop this stuff off in the infirmary before going to see the Captain.” He nodded before following her towards her destination.

She managed to knock lightly despite all the things she carried before entering the infirmary. ”Doctor Whitewood? Sorry to intrude, but I’m you new assistant and I wanted to…” She began to say as she entered the room, but trailed off as her eyes fell on the siren on the table. ”It’s her…” She mumbled as she stared at the creature for a moment. There was a small moment of terror as she looked at her, just like when she’d seen her in the vision. That vision where she’d watched a man put a letter in a bottle, her sister provide her favorite brooch as well to add, before the bottle was sealed and handed to this woman...no this creature.

The sound of the siren rubbing her face on the pillow slip snapped Brenna out of her daze. She quickly moved to set her stuff down before looking to the Doctor. ”Tell me, how can I help with anything?” She asked as she quickly tied her hair back and then went to clean her hands. She wanted to assist in any way she could, especially if it meant she could possibly ask this creature about her sister.

Ossvien

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Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Love Lounge
Interactions:@FunnyGuy Umber @Legion02 Xenelith @Alivefalling Jack @Eviledd1984 O’Ner

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The motley crew of villains had met up in the city of Roshmi after they were all done with what they could before the ball. Azriel and Umber had both been so kind to inform Xenelith of the ball coming up and then suggested that perhaps they take some time to relax until then. How were a group of villains supposed to relax, though? What in the world could they do to fill their time? Well go to a brothel, of course! Whoever first suggested the idea Azriel wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was her, perhaps it was Xenelith, or perhaps it was someone else. Either way they were all headed towards the Love Lounge for some entertainment.

Azriel pushed open the doors of the brothel, glancing around the dimly lit establishment. There was a smokey haze in the air as well as three half dressed women danced on the stage to some interesting sounding music. There were surprisingly quite a few people in the establishment even at this time of day. A few eyes turned to look at the group and some looked slightly unsettled. Azriel led the way towards a table that was low to the ground and surrounded by pillows. There was already a group of men sitting there with a few women hanging off their arms. They gave her a very confused look before glancing between each other. ”I suggest you move...NOW.” She told them, her voice full of authority. They looked like they were about to protest, but when they saw her sadistic grin as her hand went to her sword. They quickly left the spot and Azriel sat down, patting the spot next to her for someone in her group to join.

It took a moment, but Madame Uma finally approached the group. ”Welcome to the Love Lounge, the finest establishment of it’s kind here in Roshmi. If you don’t believe me just look around. Our employees sell themselves.” She greeted them in a sultry voice, a smirk gracing her lips. ”So what can I do for you?” She asked, ready to provide them with whatever they needed.

”Well boys, what’ll it be?” Azriel asked the others, a grin on her lips.