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6 yrs ago
Current I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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6 yrs ago
The fires of hell did not kill me.
9 yrs ago
No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
9 yrs ago
Too tired to post.
9 yrs ago
God told me, I've already got the life.....

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"Martin Kingsley, Jacob Kingsley, Kathrine..." Mithias clasped his hands behind his back as he walked by the glass display cases. The room was poorly lit, but he didn't need any additional light to read easily. Black and white photos and painted portraits of the Kingsley ancestors enticed him. Mithias practically felt like part of the family. Hardly anyone nowadays had this much family history. Bible verses were written on the scabbards of swords and quivers of bows. A perfectly functional, bladed bola made his jaw drop open, and he went over to it. What a surprising weapon this would be! It was probably a bit slow to catch himself, as old as he was, but even Mithias admitted he would not have expected this to be thrown at him. He smiled, reaching out to grace it with his vampire fingertips, then drew his hand back. Ahh, it had holy symbols on it. Nice touch, hunters.

Things were far too quiet up stairs. Mithias' was more interested in the people who lived here. He wanted to meet this large and established family he had just seen so much of. Using his speed and heightened senses, he dodged the servant staff and crept his way into the basement. Now able to hear the conversations very clearly, Mithias ducked into a small bedroom. Looking down, he recognized the trunk from the carriage that had passed him earlier. An opened missive lay on the bed. "To Alex Moriaty..." It was addressed.
When are people going to post?
I plan on sneaking around and listening in, of course.
Who is Israphel?
supertinyking said
"How rude......When I get out of here, I will teach you a lesson." The voice echos, quite angry at the vampire's rather unlikeable comment, as the scraping gets quite louder....and louder....and louder."Teach you right propper...and to the other lad, if you help me, I might teach you some cool tricks, this old dogs knows." The man says.


((Of course you may join in. Make a character.))

Mithias tilts his head, the good natured part of him inclined to investigate this stranger's needs. he had no fear of course that the "knight" would be able to do anything harmful to him. There was no longer anything he feared that didn't literally tear his soul apart. carefully, he crept to the edge of the pit and peered suspiciously over the edge, just with his eyes.
ty ayzrules.

Looking forward to running into Maria.
An old knight sleeping in a cavern? Bullshit. That made zero sense. "Oh, so your 'duties' that we disturbed was just you sleeping all along? If you can't even get out of that hole in the ground yourself, then you certainly waste your breath on threats. I for one, am finished listening to you."
Ok. Just a statement, but is this rp dead? When did it get reduced to one-liners and become a children's lovestory? I'm just sayin. I seriously thought by the first several posts that there were some quality writers in here. azyrues, the plot is dragging.
Mithias reached his clawed white hand deftly through the window, grabbing the crank to widen the opening. He slipped inside without much noise. The window was behind a bookcase, which provided perfect cover. He sniffed the stoney, dry air. .. hint of chicken. He slowly walked around the bookshelves, listening to the echos of human voices. It sounded like a presentation was being given elsewhere in the manor. Perhaps it was a meeting. Mithias dared approach the doorway going out into the hall. He had heard a vampire lived here. It would be so much more interesting if that were true. He traced a finger along the banister railing. He wouldn't be making an appearance at the meeting, but he would be an undiscovered audience for it as he explored the upstairs. he found a number of private rooms, bedrooms, more or less, a washroom, some closets... the shiny metal of a suit of armor attracted his attention, and he approached a weapons room, which also had some old relics and trophies. He went to read the names printed on the plaques.
Alright, I'm going into the fortress and I'm going to... read... books.... >>
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