The Grey Dust

The Blood Compact

Grey, Gabriel isn't actually at the vampiric gathering, he's just standing in a hill.

@thewizardguy

Yes. However his presence has caused a supernatural pull in the local environment (per your post), hence why Bedivere noticed his presence, yet did not address the vampire as he did with Lady Mo.

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

Most interesting. A matter of political intrigue mixed in with personal pride. So the elven king was not the patron but rather the mercenary who had ulterior motives behind joining the little hodgepodge present here. Then, who had called them all here for this particular meeting? Surely these men were men of coin like his father, yet perhaps with more of a beefy, muscular sword arm which would hack ones limbs off with a few good strokes. Yet, the massive recruitment drive the Guild had indicated either a revival of the guild, or perhaps the brink of ruination. Which of the two did this particular event belong to? Regardless, Syrah was here from an external contract, while not officially a black band guild member, he was an independent service provider who is to be part of the guild yet have no representation in formal affairs of guild connections. Which was fine, it would allow him to be captured rather than outright killed. Subcontractors. "Then I would wish you well in your quest M'Lord." There was something left unsaid of course, surely his father would more than likely be interested in this king's quest. It was always good to have someone of power in your pocket, especially since relations with the elven council as been strained slightly given the amount of exportation of elven goods facilitated by his portals. Funding an army for a rebellion seemed something up father's sleeve, although of course he would bury himself under mountains of legal paperwork to obscure his involvement should the uprising fail. It was feasible after all to take a kingdom back with but a scant few men in the right places. Is that not what the game of usurp is after all? Having a few men in the right places? Then there was the other thing left unsaid. The compliment unspoken of how the elf's countenance was far superior without the helm than with it. But there was no need to tell the former king that was there? Syrah was sure the elf already knew this and merely wore the helm for practicality to protect his pretty face from being smashed or cut up. Then again, perhaps it was an indicator of the fighting skill the king had? Requiring such arms and armor to fight within melee range whilst forgoing the bow. Then again, what use was armor if one was swift enough to avoid the slow attacks of the enemy. Ah the possibilities of having the elf remove his armor, then perhaps we could see what lies beneath.

The Blood Compact

Typical, the young vampire had absolutely no respect for the finer points of politics and actual thinking. Like a rash he would rather go in and stir up what trouble he could then by his luck attempt to outmaneuver the misfortune. A jack, not a knight at all. In return to the oblivious upstart youth, Lord Bedivere merely offered a chuckle at the retort. Not every vampire turns out the same though the passing of time, some merely become mad in their own immortality, while others conform themselves to the culture of the era. Is this what they have become now? Fantasy objects as made by the human imagination? Scantily clad pretty boys and lusty dominatrix ladies? They used to be feared as bringers of death and the unnatural. Humanity has painted them as objects of desire now, dark, pale and mysterious, and vampires like Magnus probably embraced it judging by the younger's attire and lack of respect for others so present in the generation. Imagine that, immortals forever stuck as teenagers or fraternity brothers, now perhaps that would truly be terrifying. Nevertheless, it appeared the others were in favour to bring war to the humans. Although the terms were still fuzzy at beast, or perhaps at best, with the addition of the interloping werewolf who was seemingly invited? Strange times to request a werewolf into vampire assembly, what would be next, the old mummies down in Egypt? Still dog or not, the werewolves of London were never too much of a bother to contact. Yet the appearance of Gabriel was interesting, that the old fart would even show to something like this would mean either he was drunk off bad blood, or perhaps actually had some interest. Then again, it was never good to rely on someone like him who prefers to work as a lone wolf. And then there was her... With a quick grasp at his bowler hat, he held his formal headwear from flying in the gust of wind provided by one of the primals. She was clearly old, but perhaps a far more level-headed ancient one than Magnus. Her clothing was true to her roots, finally a vampire with the decency of respecting tradition. "Ah, Lady Mohowauuck, it has been quite some time, French-Indian war was it Mid-18th century? This side is I believe within your jurisdiction, hence I shall trust in your judgment in starting this battle. Coincidentally, I was in the area to finalize a business transaction involving original American artifacts, my associate here has managed to acquire a particular hatchet. However, I fear it is not authentic, dare I ask for your opinion on it after we spill some blood? Or perhaps even your young ward can be of some assistance in identifying, what say you?" From his suite Lord Bedivere produced a pocketwatch, and checked the time. Ah, good, it was sunset.

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

Brooch is a gigantic brute but quite simple to read as open book ;)

@Warbozz

I suspect him to be beaten by a woman.

The Blood Compact

And me... yeah I just can't wait to fight all you guys.

@Wraithblade6

I wonder what happens when Templar meets his predecessor.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Bookmark.

The Blood Compact

Shikaru, Magnus uses poison right? You have to let certain poisons be more effective than others. I actually was planning on using a certain poison later in the game... it would be great for story purposes.

@Wraithblade6

You'll ruin the surprise of Bedivere's collection of magical artifacts :I

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

will post before the end of today

@Dynamo Frokane

Lies. All of it Lies.

The Blood Compact

Monologue time. I hope I gave some entrance way for Mo and other vampires attending.

The Blood Compact

The exchange of insults, something to be certain of meeting egos, albeit perhaps it was far better to insult one another outright in lieu of passive-aggressive remarks. The insults served to establish a power structure within the room, making it clear to the lesser vampires the adults were speaking. As such the exchange was a customary as necessary to judge each other's character. It would almost be impolite not to insult each other. "So Lord Shane, you have gather us here in this backwards country of rebellious ingrates, mind you we would have already won the battle if it were not for this little wanton nation sired by Britannia so hold your tongue against the crown, for the sole purpose of declaring war. I would have preferred Italy had it not been for some business I had with the blood I brought in." The elder vampire tutted and shook his head in disproval. Perhaps it was time for a bit of monologue, a good speech to begin the politics amongst the kin. They locked eyes as Bedivere gazed into the other vampire. "You say you are gathering up the elder kin, dare I ask how many centuries has it been for you here walking amongst the herd? In all those years, have you learned nothing of the stupidity of humans? They have engaged in enough wars with their own kind though the ages, and yet still survive on like foul vermin breeding and festering in their cities above us. Wars change nothing, they merely stain the pages of history books with blood for our kind to drink. Did the thought occur to you as to what war actually fulfills save for our goblets? No, an outright war would scare the herd, stirring up trouble and sending them into a frenzy, a fury even, and escalation would cause several losses by both parties to what end? And though in my advanced age, I am more than willing to sacrifice every vampire present and accounted for here for a single day where humanity is placed under the rightful yoke of the kin, I find your lack of foresight more human than vampire. We have years to plot and manipulate, yet here you call for arms thinking it will swift and decisive. But war is long, and arduous, it requires commitment and persistence..." Then Bedivere turned to the vampiric assembly before them. "Look at this place, Lord Shane thinks it is possible to exterminate the SOLIDER, and yet here he as called for us deep within the bowels of the earth like meager worms with the excuse of being unable create a more proper base without attracting the attention of the enemy. Night Lords and Dark Ladies, ask yourselves how ironic is it then, that he would overestimate he enemy and underestimate them at the same time. He believes we are ready to war with them, and yet fears that they will find us. He is not ready to die himself, but would rather hide and hope they do not catch us like rats. I suspect he has cowered like the others beneath the earth which was forced upon us by the pact forged. He wants to declare war, but is not willing to commit himself to the possibility of failure. This is why we are where we are Vampires. We are hunters, not the hunted, it shall be they who shall retreat into the earth where the soil shall become their tombs and cages!" And now back to Magnus. "You wish for a blitzkrieg? Then let them know we are preparing for war, let them mount their horses, sharpen their swords and load their cannons. Let them bless their waters, whittle their stakes and silver their bullets. Let them use every resources against us for they know they will not win the war of attrition with their lifespans. Let them be expend themselves to the brink of collapse in hopes of taking us all out with them. Once the mist of holy water and blood subsides, the losses tallied up and the last survivors of the cattle are herded beneath their pens of dark earth so and bred like animals to lose their precious will to rise up against us, is when true victory will occur and night will descend up on Avalon. Then that, will be swift and bloody revolution you seek. Then you may gain my confidence that this war will be able establish any meaningful results. But let the other elders speak as they come, and I shall cast my lot after their thoughts on your little war game. I would hope they offer some sense in the matter as I find your line of thinking to be far too human for this meeting Lord Shane. What say you then, shall we say,'Chap' as you so would mock me in saying?" With a snide smile twisting the corners of his lips did Bedivere finish his overly done production. Certainly it was eloquent and inspiring enough, although the younger vampires may have stopped caring for the subtly of undermining another vampire. And now for a bit of a drink, as he leaned over his conveniently placed thrall and sank his fangs in to feed before producing the silk pocket square from his suit to wipe clean the remnants of blood from his sly grin.