And imma patiently wait too :)
Themerlinhawk
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STATUS: Sound reasoning: Finish the painting for the miniatures you have before acquiring more. Me: Naaaaah, 7 yrs ago
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Sound reasoning: Finish the painting for the miniatures you have before acquiring more. Me: Naaaaah,
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7 yrs ago
And we are officially back.
8 yrs ago
To write again...that is the question...
9 yrs ago
Of course life continues forward like this. We may be closing in on the bitter end of my time here.
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Just Exalted this weekend, that and determining the future of Salem at this rate.
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Martial Arts, Writing, Reading, Coroner (No I'm not dead, I work there), Video games, and my friends. There: My life in a nutshell.
I do the Sci-fi, fantasy, urban fantasy, Dark fantasy and steampunk thing when it comes to roleplays. I'm pretty straight forward
I Gm this:
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I do the Sci-fi, fantasy, urban fantasy, Dark fantasy and steampunk thing when it comes to roleplays. I'm pretty straight forward
I Gm this:
Due North
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gee. go to lunch and this happens XD
@lovely complex I think that is the point XD
@Neko Sensei Sir Thomas ignores a peasant; Big surprise. XD Although I love how Laurent's opinion of him tanked immediately after that
The night ticked slowly by as Thomas perused the library for a few minutes. Long enough for all the little ones to scurry along. To the untrained eye Thomas was merely looking at books when in reality he was testing the air for new scents. On his trips away from London they would acquire new members from time to time and it was always fun to follow up on the interesting scents. Striding past the stairs to the attic he picked up a more or less familiar scent, Burek, the german Vampiress. He could never remember the mad ones name. Continuing along he continued to scent: huckleberry, vanilla, vinegar, cinnamon. He stopped. That was a new one.
Backtracking to the bookshelves Thomas investigated. The scent was thickest here. Fascinating. This was a new one and something totally unique. At Least as much as he could remember this scent was unique. Do I investigate the nest? or Do I investigate the trail… Decisions, decisions, decisions. Thomas considered before he walked back and picked up his cane and scarf. Wrapping the scarf he walked out of the front of the apothecary. Carriage or no carriage? No carriage, it was easier to track on foot and besides the trail was running cold and it was easier to move quickly on foot to adjust accordingly.
With that Thomas disappeared into the night, time for a hunt. London was always a fun place to track; easier than Istanbul and Shanghai but still fun.
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The red light district. Thomas stood on a rooftop inhaling slowly; taking in the surroundings as he continued to trail the new smell. He’d taken one of the books from the shelves where the scent was strongest. Inhaling again he scented once again. There it was, in the street headed towards a high class whore house? Interesting. “The plot thickens…” With a hop he fell the three stories to the street. Landing in a light crouch he swept into the street tilting his head to scent more. Still there...wait...that was something else there. Burek. Unbidden the image of the mad german swept into his mind, while hardly an unpleasant image the thought of the personality he knew was hidden underneath.
Stalking towards the door Thomas finally noticed the figure outside the door which confirmed his suspicions about the whole investigations. It was the working corpse that followed the Mad One around. Thomas seriously doubted that this individual had the mental capacity to remember him but at the same time it was always possible he did. No matter. Thomas pulled the scarf up over his lower face and walked towards the door. Gliding past Greg like a night breeze.
It felt good to be this old and an infected, it had its perks.
Cabaret Voltaire, hardly his usual haunt but the crest on his overcoat made people generally step aside; after all his family line was over 700 years old. Thomas snickered at that. It was amazing that no one had noticed that the heirs looked so much alike. Thomas had made sure to sufficiently change his appearance over the years, slowly greying his hair and receding from the public eye before re emerging as the new heir of the Craven family name. It was always fun to change like that. The mannerisms of course had to change as well which was always more of a pain. That and every time a damned monarch changed he had to relearn that too. Which also meant that slip ups like “Old Richard” were out as well; the repetitive names didn’t help either.
Finding himself a seat he inhaled slowly, oh yes. All the scents were here too. Scanning the crowd he positioned himself well away from other patrons, and with a clear view of the whole room. It was becoming difficult to pick out the scent of cinnamon with the scent of sex and all the living singing blood in the room. Thomas watched as one of the dressed up whores was lead off the block; two hundred pounds was not bad at all.
The next girl that the proprietor introduced was wholly out of place. The scent of cinnamon rolling off her was overwhelming. Thomas’ eyes narrowed at this discovery. Then they narrowed further as he could just barely pick out the edges of what appeared to be a brand on her neck. Then the bidding started. Ten, fifteen. The girl was fidgeting, Thomas could all but hear her heartbeat and see her squirm and sweat. You wanted to know and you have your answer, planning on doing anything fun?
Two hundred and fifty pounds.
The room went dead silent at the sound of Sir Craven’s inticing and yet frightening voice ringing out with an outrageous amount for the girl. Heads turned to look at the bidder only to meet ice blue eyes, catch the crest on his lapel before turning away. No one wanted to get involved with the House of Craven, there were strange rumors, no one wanted to find out the truth. Thomas sat back with a wolfish smile on his face. Now time to see exactly who had appeared in his absence over the last decade. Who was this girl, why was she here and why was the Mad One here
@Viciousmarrow @lovely complex @BlackPanther
Backtracking to the bookshelves Thomas investigated. The scent was thickest here. Fascinating. This was a new one and something totally unique. At Least as much as he could remember this scent was unique. Do I investigate the nest? or Do I investigate the trail… Decisions, decisions, decisions. Thomas considered before he walked back and picked up his cane and scarf. Wrapping the scarf he walked out of the front of the apothecary. Carriage or no carriage? No carriage, it was easier to track on foot and besides the trail was running cold and it was easier to move quickly on foot to adjust accordingly.
With that Thomas disappeared into the night, time for a hunt. London was always a fun place to track; easier than Istanbul and Shanghai but still fun.
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The red light district. Thomas stood on a rooftop inhaling slowly; taking in the surroundings as he continued to trail the new smell. He’d taken one of the books from the shelves where the scent was strongest. Inhaling again he scented once again. There it was, in the street headed towards a high class whore house? Interesting. “The plot thickens…” With a hop he fell the three stories to the street. Landing in a light crouch he swept into the street tilting his head to scent more. Still there...wait...that was something else there. Burek. Unbidden the image of the mad german swept into his mind, while hardly an unpleasant image the thought of the personality he knew was hidden underneath.
Stalking towards the door Thomas finally noticed the figure outside the door which confirmed his suspicions about the whole investigations. It was the working corpse that followed the Mad One around. Thomas seriously doubted that this individual had the mental capacity to remember him but at the same time it was always possible he did. No matter. Thomas pulled the scarf up over his lower face and walked towards the door. Gliding past Greg like a night breeze.
It felt good to be this old and an infected, it had its perks.
Cabaret Voltaire, hardly his usual haunt but the crest on his overcoat made people generally step aside; after all his family line was over 700 years old. Thomas snickered at that. It was amazing that no one had noticed that the heirs looked so much alike. Thomas had made sure to sufficiently change his appearance over the years, slowly greying his hair and receding from the public eye before re emerging as the new heir of the Craven family name. It was always fun to change like that. The mannerisms of course had to change as well which was always more of a pain. That and every time a damned monarch changed he had to relearn that too. Which also meant that slip ups like “Old Richard” were out as well; the repetitive names didn’t help either.
Finding himself a seat he inhaled slowly, oh yes. All the scents were here too. Scanning the crowd he positioned himself well away from other patrons, and with a clear view of the whole room. It was becoming difficult to pick out the scent of cinnamon with the scent of sex and all the living singing blood in the room. Thomas watched as one of the dressed up whores was lead off the block; two hundred pounds was not bad at all.
The next girl that the proprietor introduced was wholly out of place. The scent of cinnamon rolling off her was overwhelming. Thomas’ eyes narrowed at this discovery. Then they narrowed further as he could just barely pick out the edges of what appeared to be a brand on her neck. Then the bidding started. Ten, fifteen. The girl was fidgeting, Thomas could all but hear her heartbeat and see her squirm and sweat. You wanted to know and you have your answer, planning on doing anything fun?
Two hundred and fifty pounds.
The room went dead silent at the sound of Sir Craven’s inticing and yet frightening voice ringing out with an outrageous amount for the girl. Heads turned to look at the bidder only to meet ice blue eyes, catch the crest on his lapel before turning away. No one wanted to get involved with the House of Craven, there were strange rumors, no one wanted to find out the truth. Thomas sat back with a wolfish smile on his face. Now time to see exactly who had appeared in his absence over the last decade. Who was this girl, why was she here and why was the Mad One here
@Viciousmarrow @lovely complex @BlackPanther
Well guess I should move Thomas.
Sir Thomas has officially arrived. I dont think I sent that in the OOC
The Craven Estate
Sir Thomas Craven 6pm
The townhouse in London proper had come to life a few days prior to the carriages arrival. Servants had returned, furniture had been cleaned, the entirety of the house had been returned to a liveable state. Most of the staff had been moved from the estate in Salisbury with almost no new faces. Training new staff on such a short notice would have been all but impossible given that they would have had to been introduced to the fact that their master was a vampire. So instead the staff moved to the London townhouse.
The carriage arrived in front of the house a full thirty minutes before dinner was ready. Right on time. A servant standing on the back of the carriage dismounted and walked around to the side of the carriage holding it open. The man inside stepped out into the cold London night. Black overcoat buttoned closed and top hat to complete his appearance. As soon as he was in the door he removed the hat, it always made him feel like a target. Then again appearances were important. One of the servants helped him out of the coat as the butler approached. “Welcome home Master Craven, how was your trip to India?” The man smiled “Enlightening as always Henry, although I’m really glad to be home. Nothing like dreary Old London.” The smile clung to the man’s face as he tugged off his gloves walking down the hallway. “Did I miss anything important? I assume that if something had happened I would have received a missive?”
Henry cleared his throat “Actually sir, apparently High Lord Vlad is stepping down, he has set a challenge to the elders. A letter just came in from Lord Ravnos, shall I fetch it?” Thomas turned and nodded to Henry, “Yes, and would you mind bringing the tea I sent home from china in 1301? I think this is an appropriately auspicious night for that.” Henry bowed ever so slightly and left Thomas standing in the study. A pair of servants came in and deposited a chest on the ground next to the Master of the house’s desk. Opening it, Sir Thomas sorted through the various items, extracting a thick volume and a wooden cane from it. Leaning the walking cane against the desk Thomas began to page through the book. A gift for Lord Ravnos, it was a codex of the Dervish fighting techniques he had been in India to study, it had taken nearly twenty years to complete the codex but it had been worth it. Setting it down before wrapping it in a silken cloth he had picked up in Istanbul on his way home.
With that Henry returned with the tea and a letter. Sipping at the tea Thomas opened the letter and read over it. A summons, and a request for an idea as to what would impress the vampire lord sufficiently to hand over the throne of London. Thomas smiled into the mug as he drank the tea, reading over the letter a second time. Looks like I came home just in time to see something quite interesting
“Henry! I won’t be taking dinner tonight, I have an engagement. I need you to bring around the carriage and bring me a change of clothes, preferably the layered leathers. I’m going to see Lord Ravnos.” With that Thomas wrapped up the codex and picked up the cane. Time to go.
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The Ravnos Coven
Sir Thomas Craven 8 pm
No top hat this time, just the long black hair pulled back off his shoulders and confined. Stepping into the library as the others filed out he smiled, most of them wouldn’t recognize him. It had simply been too long. Wandering in Thomas found a seat and set the book down before producing a flask and opening it as well, setting it on the table next to him and settled in to wait for something interesting.
Name: Thomas Craven
Blood: Pure
Age by appearance: 25
Immortal age: 740
House: Ravnos
Rank: Prelate
Short bio (+personality):
Thomas Craven was born a commoner on the land of one of England's lords. By the time he was in his early teens he was a squire for his Lord. With the advent of the third Crusade Thomas left to follow his lord through the duration of the Third Crusade, during the siege of Acre Thomas’ Lord was wounded and Thomas took his place on the battle line. After the siege was successful Thomas earned a Knighthood from King Richard the Lionheart.
By the end of the Third Crusade and the failure to capture Jerusalem meant that the Church would send another wave of Crusaders. This was to be Thomas’ fate; however destiny intervened and a Syrian vampire fighting on Saladin’s side of the war converted Thomas into one of the Infected. Returning to England for the interim years Thomas began building his holdings and house which came with his rise to Knighthood.
With the dawn of the Fourth Crusade Thomas once again took to the field of battle on behalf of England. Following the Fourth Crusade Thomas once again returned to England to continue growing his holdings. It was during the time between the fourth and fifth crusades that Thomas met Marc Ravnos. Until this time Thomas had never had any sort of interaction with the Vampire community of England. For a time Thomas stayed in the company of Marc Ravnos learning what he could from the Elder vampire. Thomas lust for knowledge about vampire society combined with his own impressive collection of artifacts from the middle east and his need to return every time the papacy declared a new crusade caught Marc Ravnos’ attention and finally lead to Thomas joining the Ravnos coven.
The next few centuries Thomas spent traveling the world in pursuit of martial training from the empires that would rise and fall in the next several centuries. As the trips and adventures throughout the Orient and Middle East continued Thomas continued to return to England with codex of every martial technique, weapon, and military strategy he found. In addition he continued to make contacts and forge trade contracts for the Ravnos coven in order to further their research and keep his family safe.
With his return to England in the last week Thomas has finally began to settle into his role as Prelate and vassal to Marc Ravnos. Thomas is a rather likeable and knowledgeable individual with a mild demeanor most of the time. While his calm and largely gentle exterior can bring on a sense that Thomas is a pushover; nothing could be farther from the truth. Thomas is a capable and dangerous soldier; as well as more than a little unhinged from time to time. Thomas holds the strongest loyalty to his monarch and his country; second only to his devotion to Marc Ravnos and his coven. When Thomas is home in England most of his time is spent looking after his estate and working to help his Coven. This largely gives everyone the impression that Thomas is all work and no play; however for Thomas the betterment of his estate, coven and his own knowledge is largely what gives him purpose.
Blood: Pure
Age by appearance: 25
Immortal age: 740
House: Ravnos
Rank: Prelate
Short bio (+personality):
Thomas Craven was born a commoner on the land of one of England's lords. By the time he was in his early teens he was a squire for his Lord. With the advent of the third Crusade Thomas left to follow his lord through the duration of the Third Crusade, during the siege of Acre Thomas’ Lord was wounded and Thomas took his place on the battle line. After the siege was successful Thomas earned a Knighthood from King Richard the Lionheart.
By the end of the Third Crusade and the failure to capture Jerusalem meant that the Church would send another wave of Crusaders. This was to be Thomas’ fate; however destiny intervened and a Syrian vampire fighting on Saladin’s side of the war converted Thomas into one of the Infected. Returning to England for the interim years Thomas began building his holdings and house which came with his rise to Knighthood.
With the dawn of the Fourth Crusade Thomas once again took to the field of battle on behalf of England. Following the Fourth Crusade Thomas once again returned to England to continue growing his holdings. It was during the time between the fourth and fifth crusades that Thomas met Marc Ravnos. Until this time Thomas had never had any sort of interaction with the Vampire community of England. For a time Thomas stayed in the company of Marc Ravnos learning what he could from the Elder vampire. Thomas lust for knowledge about vampire society combined with his own impressive collection of artifacts from the middle east and his need to return every time the papacy declared a new crusade caught Marc Ravnos’ attention and finally lead to Thomas joining the Ravnos coven.
The next few centuries Thomas spent traveling the world in pursuit of martial training from the empires that would rise and fall in the next several centuries. As the trips and adventures throughout the Orient and Middle East continued Thomas continued to return to England with codex of every martial technique, weapon, and military strategy he found. In addition he continued to make contacts and forge trade contracts for the Ravnos coven in order to further their research and keep his family safe.
With his return to England in the last week Thomas has finally began to settle into his role as Prelate and vassal to Marc Ravnos. Thomas is a rather likeable and knowledgeable individual with a mild demeanor most of the time. While his calm and largely gentle exterior can bring on a sense that Thomas is a pushover; nothing could be farther from the truth. Thomas is a capable and dangerous soldier; as well as more than a little unhinged from time to time. Thomas holds the strongest loyalty to his monarch and his country; second only to his devotion to Marc Ravnos and his coven. When Thomas is home in England most of his time is spent looking after his estate and working to help his Coven. This largely gives everyone the impression that Thomas is all work and no play; however for Thomas the betterment of his estate, coven and his own knowledge is largely what gives him purpose.
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