TheDarkTemplar said
Isabella had already been awake when the morning bell rang. She was looking over a map when she saw Dante walk to her cabin and peered through the window, an aura of rage emanated from his eyes. She quickly hid everything before meeting his gaze with her own not only because her plans might be found out but because she was not fully dressed. Once he left she quickly put on her clothes; a traditional Tirean robe colored black which when in the light revealed it's true color to be blood red, it was a robe but like other pieces of clothing, when adorned it would change to the inner personality of the wearer. When she wrapped it around her the fabric expanded, contracted and shifted itself to fit her inner self. It was a dark robe, the outer like a black trenchcoat with red trim. It's inner was an intricate set of patterns and styles meant to incite feelings of lust and fear. She couldn't help but remember when she first made this robe. It was customary for her coven to forge a robe, to do so one must weave it from silk from the void worms, once the robe was completed it must be left to sit in the blood of the coven's enemies. Her mind turned to the night she collected the blood. She lead her followers into battle slaying every last vampire they saw...or at least they thought they did. She became troubled as she remembered the repercussions of her actions as her people were slaughtered one by one as she was helpless to stop it. Her failure to destroy him made her a pariah amongst her people and she remembered her oath: to return her honor and reclaim her seat as Coven Matriarch. Exiting her cabin she made haste to the mess hall, she realized she might not live as a result of her coming actions so she might as well keep her people's story alive. She threw the door open to find everyone already eati g as she looked around for Alice. Finally locating her she grabbed her by the arm and told her, "Alice, you wanted to know about my people I will tell you. Everything. You need only ask." Her words were hastened and she clearly looked troubled.
"Ah, thank you very much! We can talk later." Alice said, running to the firepit. She noticed a girl her age running to the firepit as well.
Vindle and Rosie made there way to the firepit.
