Wraithblade6

Seraph of the End (Officially DEAD)

@Nikki Moonlight

"Feral humans are quite young. Aren't they? Humans are so much like us, but yet they know so little. A human is like... a pre-person, like a child waiting to be born. That does make them precious, in a way. Of course, we can't can't turn all of them. There just isn't enough room for all of them to be born, and all that are not turned eventually die."

Devon knew Aya didn't think like he did, not yet anyway, but regardless, what he said was nothing less than true. He looked at her while leaning against a wall. "You're still dying, actually, Aya. You've grown in 4 years, but it's because you're aging. Ferid doesn't actually have to bring any harm to you... All he has to do is wait."

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

I expect to get a post up tonight.

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Alright. I posted a lot in my other threads. I'll do this one tomorrow with something decent. Should be posting more often now that I'm caught up.

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Blood Compacts:

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/30257-blood-compact-magnuss-reign/ooc?page=38
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/59114-the-blood-compact-turn-back-the-clock/ooc?page=7
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75221-the-blood-compact/ooc
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/79707-blood-compact-open/ooc?page=15
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/84618-blood-compact-vampire-genocide/ooc
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/87604-blood-compact-apocalypse/ooc

I think I have them all, and I think they are in order.

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@BurningCold The rp could go any which way. We've had different "endings" before. There are 6 Blood Compacts, I believe.

@Wick Dracula and Deon are going to Deon's next hideout. @Remipa Awesome will be describing that scene, and I'll probably do some embellishing. I have plans for Drac and his brood. You may want to have Nora meet Deon and Drac at the new location after Remipa posts it. Dracula would have summoned her.

Fyi, Deon is a somewhat close descendant of Dracula and fiercely loyal.

The Council of Elders is as Grey described: a bunch of bloodline clanlords or ladies who are the heads of their lines and likely the most powerful.

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@Remipa Awesome@The Grey Dust

Mithias met Kathryn's determined gaze. He placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded at her understandingly. How different her turning had been, he mused in that brief moment. So tragic, compared to his. Yet he knew what it was to have family threatened, to lose loved ones to the corrupt and powerful. Like her, he too had been moved by hate and pain and had used what he had been given for his own agenda, for revenge. Yet afterward, he found that there was something more, something that had made vengeance dwindle in comparison to its importance. Almost innately after his rebirth, Mithias had realized that his vampiric gifts could be used to protect. He wondered if Kathryn would be able to find such purpose. Vengeance and anger drove her now, but would Kathryn have anything else to live for when was over?

Neither of them looked back down at Hank's body. "I hope to give you that chance, my friend, and I hope that when it is over, you will find others to fight for as well. Now come. Let the dead bury the dead. We have precious hours before dawn. Lucan!" Mithias looked around for his fastly-becoming-useful thrall.

Mithias looked at the poor, sleep-deprived boy who came to his call and decided he would do the driving himself tonight. "Lucan, find us a car. Did Soldier train you how to jack a..." The vampire raised an eyebrow as Lucan took off before he could finish his sentence. Apparently, he already had a car.

The driver's side window was smashed in, but it ran well, had some gas, and looked bland enough to blend in. It also coincidentally had cup holders. Mithias shrugged. "Very well." They got in, and Mithias got on a highway and killed the lights. 4am was pretty empty on rt 17 going north, and the tank was getting low. This far north hadn't been affected by the zombie plague, yet, so late night/early-AM stations were open with minimal staff. Kathryn was in the passenger seat and Lucan lay across the back. Mithias flipped the lights on a short distance away so as not to look suspicious and pulled into a lone station off an exit ramp in the sticks. Stark white electric light blared down from under the roof over the pumps.

Mithias glared intently through the windshield. One guy... two guys, one of them much younger, Indian heritage. Mithias asked, and Lucan didn't have much cash. One cheap camera above the window on the outside of the place...

"Stand by the pump and get ready to fill her up. I'll get the pump activated." Mithias gave no orders to Kathryn as he stepped out of the car and walked to the associated quickmart. The attendant on duty was visible through a pane of glass between a Newport poster and a stack of NY Lotto game cards. He seemed to be standing at the counter, talking with the man in the white suit jacket, and then his entire body vanished over the counter.

The noise was brief, but no screams were heard, and nobody came running out of the building. Lucan stood by the open fuel intake as directed for at least a full minute before he saw the words, "Begin fueling," flash on the screen. The building was silent, with no motion inside, as the fuel loudly coursed through the hose. Lords knows what might have been going through Kathryn's mind in that moment. Mithias came walking out with a paper bag under his arm.

The door shut beside the dark haired vampire and Lucan scrambled to screw the fuel cap on and dive into the back seat again. Mithias glanced at Kathryn with a curious expression as he shifted in reverse, looking much better off than he was 5 minutes ago. "Hm? Of course I left them alive, Kathryn." He reassured her. "I can't very well walk into a blood bank or a sanctuary and not blow our cover. Besides, they practically brand a barcode onto every vampire that passes through nowadays. And speaking of which, Lucan... Take this." It was a bag of cash, just a few hundred dollars. "We need to get you something to eat, and I can't have you identifying yourself with a credit card. We'll make another stop in the next hour."

Day was breaking, and there was still several hours drive into the northern mountains of NY.

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@Wick is approved. Feel free to do stuff in the IC. I will move your CS into the chars tab.

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@Remipa Awesome

The swirling of the rats seemed to die down as they calmed and gradually dispersed. Dracula was listening to his ambitious descendent with an unchanging fanged grimmace. The long black hair that framed his malicious blood-covered jaws was messy and touched with grey. Sunken cheeks and a hint of stubble accentuated the gauntness of his face as he stared down his child with his radiating red eyes. Even hunched from weakness, one couldn't miss the breadth of his shoulders, the long legs, and arms that ended in claws... Dracula was a formidable size himself. Had he been standing at full height, he would certainly have compared to Deon. Had his frail frame been filled out with flesh, the thought of intimidation wouldn't even be possible.

Without hesitation, the unspoken king of vampires reached out and placed a hand on Deon's shoulder. "Fear not, my faithful descendent. I have returned from my long slumber in the icy grip of death, and I will undo the failings of our weaker breathren." He looked to the rats and a few bats that flittered silently overhead in the darkness. "My servants have told me a great deal, and I already know far more than you realize. Take me to this lair you have prepared, and be swift, for I have no desire to battle the blazing light of dawn so soon after waking."

Dracula began walking toward the stairwell, tendrils of mist forming around his feet as if power itself were drawn to him. He was incredibly agile for an old, dead guy and moved with some unexpected speed. He wanted what was his, and it was his exorbitant desire that drove his steps and compelled him forward. Lust, greed, and entitled avarice braced his will and made it iron. He was the kind of being who's spirit would break you if his physical strength failed to do so. So insane was his drive.

Visions of the world he would shape with his own armies and blood formed in his eyes. "We will garner our forces and grow our power in darkness before our enemies can even suspect what is coming for them. The war was never over, Deon. Only now can it be finished properly. Our enemies have grown complacent and fat and will stand no chance against us, against ME. But for now, until the moment is right, it is time for us to return to the old ways, the natural ways. We are the night. We are darkness itself. We will return to the masquerade and by stealth and cunning will we slit the giant's throat!" Dracula raked the air into his fist and nearly growled the last words.

The two escaped to an unknown location.

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I wouldn't want to do the book without @thewizardguy though.

btw, I will be working on some kind of a post tonight.

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@Remipa Awesome You know what we should do is get a titanpad or some site where we can collect our individual pieces of work. We could write sections about our characters in our best writing, and eventually mesh them into the book. Perhaps we could collaborate on individual scenes, like chapters, and coalesce them in some chronological fashion.