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HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

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HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Me?

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Things do seem pretty dead.

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Maybe I'll just play the bad guy.

Disappearances (Supernatural RP)

I'm interested in playing a vampire, possibly a father and son, with the son still being human.

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

If I decide to have my character leave and go interact with somebody else, who is going to be around and actively posting?

Battle Stations! - Castle Rivergate

As Strygwyr drew back to slash at the arm that held him off, he was surprised to suddenly be grappled and lifted. "Eh?!" Being grabbed by one with such incredible strength was a very bad thing. Wrestling was not a blood seeker's forte. He could be pinned, not to mention bones broken. But even as he began to struggle, he was launched ten feet in the air with a laugh. A red ball of flailing carnage and teeth, he had no control over his flight as he landed badly atop some poor, unfortunate person. Some of his own black feathers flew off into the cloud. It was little better than slamming into another wall. His mind coming back to him, Strygwyr assessed the immediate situation. Broding was now some distance away. Behind him was Lord Polvak and his men, and before him were two casters, one smelling like toxic ash and the other, whom he may have landed on, was a woman, smelling a bit like chicken. His maw forming a frown of clear disapproval, he turned his blind head toward the scent he recognized from earlier. The man seemed to be groveling..., or crazy, but in either case, Strygwyr hated magic users. He got up once again, with some discomfort, trying to decide who was the biggest threat around him. The gate had by now dropped down, completely closed, and they were all trapped within the keep's walls. Suddenly, the blood hunter gasped with realization. The dead were rising nearby, with the essence to support them seemingly coming from this bird-like woman before him. He growled and bared his fangs at her. "You steal essence from the Twin's mouths. You must die."

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

So, in seeking an audience with the high priest and governor of the city, Elysia is led to a large room that could be considered an office or meeting room. Obviously, it is heavily guarded, and images of the Lore of the Elder God line the walls, etc. Clergy are all over teh place, but they immediately recognise her with her wings. some gasp and ask what happened to her, others bow, some fall to their knees unable to believe what they are seeing. Finally, she approaches the high priest, Father Roland Polvark.

The priest has black short hair, speckled with grey and stern eyes. He bows before her. "How may i aid you, Elysia?"

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

The city was Zeigsturhl was old, surrounded by a high wall, and in the center, was marked with a huge elaborate castle that was also a cathedral. It was there that Damien and Elysia had been staying. Damien had retired to sleep and pack for the great hunt. All night he thought about that gentle kiss and how much he wished he could stay in the city with his new winged friend.

Michael found work and a place to stay in the castle as a menial butler and grounds keeper.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Tyki said
"it's not unless you want it to be" she says softly as she traces a crescent moon onto his hand, before it glows a faint blue and goes black. she then traces one onto her own hand and holds it out for him to press the marks together with a small smile

he presses his hands to hers, trustingly. The mark doesn't hurt at all, and Damien looks at it. "Thank you, Elysia. Now i can at least keep an eye on you, like I promised. I should get some rest myself and get prepared. I don't have much time. I'll let you know hat I can before I leave tomorrow."