The Grey Dust

The World of Blood Compact

I have landed.
And now I'm off to work meetings to familiarize myself with my work place and what not.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Gorlf Northern Territory: The Payload
Interacting with: Ana (Kyra), McCree (Keystone), Mercy (Satilla) and the rest of the Overwatch crew escorting the Payload.

What a relief to know that these were indeed more allies of Kyra. Given that he was still alive, generally means they meant him no harm either, one of them had even offered to heal him. Although he was uncertain of that was even possible, given the magical nature of the malady. Psionic shock after all, took time to recover from but made no lasting damage usually save for fatigue and exhaustion. Surviving a mental death was far easier to do as it was all in the perception of pain, rather than risk of bleeding out. As such there was little healing to be done, save for some bedrest. The other issue was the fever which heated Thomas beneath the collar, an annoyance but hopefully it would go away too in a short few hours. Or they could drop him off at the nearest safe town or village in this orc-infested land. Seriously even in their group it seems there was an odd influx of green people.

"Err, I'll be fine with some rest, fever should disappear tomorrow. But thank you. But um, I mean if you want to check I guess you could... I should have some coins and supplies to pay for your services..." They all looked older than he, not much perhaps but they definitely seemed to be eons more experienced than Thomas. Then again Thomas was the youngest of his last three groups. It was rather difficult to find anyone younger who would be so bold as to settle for a live of adventuring. Banditry maybe, but adventuring had terrible benefits. Well these days anyways, back when there was some sort of warm welcome to these would be heros, as Master Wolfgang reminds him so often. Back then they would have the ears of lords begging them to help them sort out trivial matters. "Um, would anyone mind if I, err went with you guys? You seem like a safe lot to travel with, I could use the experience, I mean you know, seeing how another group does it. If not I guess I could um... go in the opposite direction and hope you folks secured a path or something."

Another diplomacy check? It was akin to a child asking a parent for an ice cream. You know one of those frozen diary treats? Usually in the summer months a carriage comes around with a distinctive sound of music through the houses to peddle cool luxuries? No? Surely there must have been an ice cream man in these times? If not, there's a business we should all get into to make our millions. Regardless, Thomas was at least trying to feign his strength despite some discomfort. Robes were great and all, but they did tend to get hot if cotton, or chilly if silk, and scratchy if linen. Now it was time to wait to see if they would all accept him or not.

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The war drums are beating, banners raised high. Now the world marches as the gears of Armageddon turn. Once more would the earth be bathed in blood. It started small of course, as all flames did, rekindled and resparked by a return of the most famous vampire of all. There he beckoned, and those who answered his call rose like maggots burrowing out of a corpse. Such insects cared not for the stability that was for years, the game of shadows so cleverly manipulated by the oldest of sires. Now they would be an infestation, tipping the fine-tuned balance of power and forcing the vampire race to step into the spotlight. And how the spotlight burns, for they were creatures of the dark. The eldest among them formed a council, a formal gentleman's club for the most powerful of their kind, to which a long-standing agreement made between the old-timers made it possible to prevent such wars from breaking out and destroying what worlds they have made.

The invitations would find their way to the hands of the invitees. They always have, and always would. For the rules of a council meeting were simple. Those who could rightfully attend were either the sires of their kind, or the most powerful representative in such an event a sire was unable to attend or passed on such an occasion. The latter, rather than the former was Bedivere's right to attend as he burned the message with cold fury. Once night fell upon the day of the meet, the magic gathering of the greatest vampires in all the world would begin, each summoned to make his or her voice known, to take a stance and decide the future of the world in relative peace. They shall be the judges of humanity, and they alone have such right, no lesser vampire should decide unless they wished to usurp such a seat. And to do so was unwise, for old relationships bore tension, and even the bitterest of rivals must convene the call unless they wish to omit themselves from deciding the fate of the world and destroy any chance of political pull they would have gained.

Yes, for the council meets in what short hours that it does, and by sunrise, they will be gone. For The ancient rules creed that no invited vampire is to attack another invited vampire for the duration of the council which lasted until sunrise. Then once outside the boundaries of the designated spot, anyone was fair game for the others. To kill an old rival, or a dissident opponent who failed to support your side. A purge and culling, often guaranteed which is why some old bloods preferred to send their delegates in lieu of arriving themselves or stationing back up outside to receive them.

But yes, it was time as Bedivere finished his painting. A white canvas upon which blood was painted. The angular lines of red to form the shape of an open casket, but the line of blood that flowed down from its silhouette dripped off the painting. And there in floating above the subject of his work, three simple words that shall make this the perfect gift for the returned youngling: 'Kukri or Bowie?'

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Oh Mithias, how are you faring with your newest fanboy? A rather mindless servant who, longed for you and obeyed your every whim? What went through his mind right now? Other than thoughts of you? How he threw himself at your command, waiting on ever word that drizzled out of mouth to serenade him in orders? How he rushed to grab the car, how he pumped for you, how he did whatever was asked. There was no will, no spark, no remembrance to eat but only to serve.

Yet his sire had bade him to eat. Reminding him that he was indeed human. Enthralled and bound to a vampire, and yet still human. And being human required several functions to still occur. Sleep, eating, drinking, the works that keep the living alive. What an existence was this then? To waste away without the commands of another being. To fall sickened with an undying devotion.

"I've polished up your cars Master," Lucan's voice piped up as his arms wrapped around Mithias from behind. A rather queer embrace, although perhaps it was akin to a child hugging a parent from behind and asking for his next task. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do?"

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@The Grey Dust Would it be logical to assume that Cupid would be at this meeting? If I'm reading it correctly, all of the elder vampires are to be present there, yes?

@BurningCold

The council consists of the patriarch or matriarch, or in some cases, Acting sire/sires each particular breed/group of vampires. Dracula would be summoned, and I believe Cupid does apply to these rules. Of course the underlings Don't have to follow, the general consensus as the council is merely a means to prevent full on vampire outbursts, but it up to the ruling vampires to enforce the agreements settled at these events.

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Where are Mithius and Belvedere. Where is it that Dracula is going to be? That is where I should put Nora on her way to. I read all of page 9 so I think I have a decent grip on what is going on, sorta.

@blackpanther@the grey dust

@Wick

Bedivere is making arrangement at Carfax Abbey after taking care of London. There is going to be a call to the elder council to deal with Dracula's return at Carfax. Because negotiations are preferred over outright warfare.

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@The Grey Dust
I sent you a softened copy in pm. I'm not used to doing CS that are this detailed. I don't require mine to be quite as much as this so it's weird for me you are asking for info about my charachter that I haven't even thought about. I like a little mystery in my charachters. Please let me know asap. If it's not accepted this time I'll go away and leave you alone. :)

@Wick

I have already approved of it prior to your pm.
The suggestion to go look at other people's histories is for your own benefit as some of the old bloods may interact with your character a particular way given the character history. So don't be surprised if so and so's character does action X regarding your character. Remember these guys who have been walking around for centuries all probably either know each other somehow or are at least will ask what have you been doing in the last century...

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Name: Ellenora Baker goes by Nora

Image:

Age: 500 years looks about 17-19yrs old

Species: Dracula Vampire

Goals/Faction: As a Dracula vampire Nora pretty much just wants to fulfill her own goals at the moment

Backstory: Ellie as she was called back then, had slipped out of the town festival and gone to meet her beau. They were going to run away together. She snuck home to get her things and leave. Unfortunately, when she got to the meeting place she found a very handsome vampire eating her boyfriend who was already dead. Too frightened to scream and not fast enough to escape. The vampire grabbed her and looked into her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. He decided to keep her as his own and he turned her instead of killing her. From the moment she woke up as a vampire she was known as Nora.

Her maker was not much older than she herself was at the time he turned her. At least she didn't think he looked very old.

Over the ages she stayed in Europe travelling about at times. She wanted to see everything and do almost all that there was to do. She took Leonardo DaVinci as a lover about the time he painted the Mona Lisa in 1503. In 1536 she went into hiding when King Henry VIII beheaded her close friend Anne Bolyn. She grieved in seclusion for a long time over her friend. From 1618-1638 as the thirty years war waged on she stayed in Scotland and kept herself out of public view. Nora felt the humanity while caring for those with the plague in London in 1665. She kept her eyes on the new world and swore that one day she would go there but she wanted it to be more civilized first so she made herself scarce and roamed through Europe. She avoided places that were fighting such as France during the French Revolution.

She was quite thrilled with the new passenger trains in England in 1825. She loved riding in them and took many trips so she could enjoy them. Just as she had decided to go to the United States she heard they were going to war so she settled for staying at home in Europe. She bought tickets under an assumed name on the Titanic and she was one of few who survived as the ship sank to the bottom of the sea.

Powers/Skills: Stronger than most vampires (2 tons) and quite possibly the fastest among vampire kind (75mph) in part due to her age and in part do to the exercising of her skill. Nora can shape shift into traditional Dracula forms: wolf, bat, mist. She can heal others if she lets them drink just a little of her blood. She takes pleasure in the bite, she has exceptional healing it is faster than most, sunlight is deadly to her, it burns her skin and starts to cook her alive if she is taken out of the light quickly enough she can be regenerated over several minutes. She must be invited in by the owner before she can enter a human's home. She can fight fairly well but she would normally stay out of things that would put her in that situation.

Equipment/Weapons: She likes to carry a couple of daggers and oddly enough a few throwing stars on herself at all times.

Themesong: Let the bodies hit the floor by Drowning Pool
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04F4xlWSFh0&index=21&list=RDKyIW8CcfQrw

I would like to join @Wraithblade6@the grey dust

@Wick

Better. I approve the changes. You should also take a gander at the accepted roster of vampires.

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@The Grey Dust I made several changes. I don't want her to be just like everyone else and I want it to be kind of obvious why she has lasted this long.

@Wick

Well, um, 10 tons is a if I recall essentially a busload of people and her speed is 200mph which is essentially a bullettrain and also can levitate up to 10 stories which reasons out to be around 100ft or so.

So essentially you are superman. But a vampire. I'm going to have to say the levitation is pointless when you can become a bat or mist and travel at 200 mph as you would fly to height of 10 stories in 0.5 seconds. Let me discuss with Wraith here about this since there is no drawback to your character other than sunlight, at which "weakens" is a relative term here since you haven't defined how much weaker the character would be in sunlight once you've defined the norm. This level of power does explain her age (which is another thing we must discuss since we need to establish exactly how old Drac is) the age sets her alive in the 1200's although you haven't quite placed a exact origin, her history as a vampire in activity or her recent events. Making it hard for me to accept a 700+ year old vampire with this level of power with absolutely zero world history other than a glimpse of when she was turned. Consider adding a bit to the character's background to get a better feel of just how "Old" the character is since you have to make up at least 700 years of life unless she just crawled underneath a rock and slept for 670 years.

Also I'm also this critical of others, so I'm not nitpicking, I've asked for similar requirements before when people have attempted to play old bloods so it's not just you :)

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My Hider

Name: Ellenora Baker goes by Nora

Image:

Age: 765 years looks about 17-19yrs old

Species: Draculean Vampire

Goals/Faction: As a Draculean vampire Nora pretty much just wants to fulfill her own goals at the moment

Backstory: Ellie as she was called back then, had slipped out of the town festival and gone to meet her beau. They were going to run away together. She snuck home to get her things and leave. Unfortunately, when she got to the meeting place she found a very handsome vampire eating her boyfriend who was already dead. Too frightened to scream and not fast enough to escape the vampire grabbed her and looked into her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. He decided to keep her as his own and he turned her instead of killing her. From the moment she woke up as a vampire she was known as Nora.

Powers/Skills: Uniquely strong and fast among vampire kind. Shape shifting into traditional Draculean forms: wolf, bat, mist. Mind-altering powers also known as glamouring or power of suggestion, a pleasureful bite, exceptional healing, and weakened by sunlight. She must be asked to enter before she can enter a human's home.

Equipment/Weapons: She likes to carry a couple of daggers and oddly enough a few throwing stars

Themesong: Let the bodies hit the floor by Drowning Pool
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04F4xlWSFh0&index=21&list=RDKyIW8CcfQrw

I would like to join @Wraithblade6@the grey dust

@Wick

Just remember, without a reflection, you can't possibly look this fabulous unless you have help with makeup and hair.

Just a few questions:

Please define "Uniquely strong and fast among vampire kind" what exactly does this mean? Clarify this as uniquely gives no relative gauge unless she is the weakest and slowest vampire ever. Which would be "uniquely strong and fast" as so would the other extreme of being the strongest and fastest. Please clarify how fast is "uniquely fast" and how strong is "uniquely strong."

Regarding Glamour and suggestion: We've got quite a few of these already, however you have not defined a methodology of using this ability. I'm assuming it is a vocal mesmerization/hypnosis, however please clarify if anything needs to happen e.g. touch/presence/range

The healing I'm going to assume is standard vampiric regeneration levels. But these two items need to be first addressed.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Gorlf Northern Territory: Just before Keystone and the Carvan.
Interacting with:A rather inquisitive Kyra and her hound Ash.

"Err... Nice... Wolf..." A slight hesitation and fear in the young man's voice. Originating from an agrarian society, wolves were often seen as a menace to society. Livestock often fell prey to them and a new heifer or porcine would be rather costly to replace. Those sharp teeth, and large eyes didn't help either. Hypnotic eyes that stared back at you with an unnerving gaze. But this one seemed to be somewhat domesticated, or at least trained enough by the woman above him who still slightly frightened him a bit more than the wolf. Sure the wolf at this range could rip his throat out, but it probably wouldn't do so unless the femme fatale somehow told it to. What is she doing with that arrow? Oh thank the gods she only shot down a passing avian.

"Nice catch." Thomas commented on the game bird, resting himself up against the tree trunk. His body still felt like he had been hit by a Dwarven mine cart. The Steam-driven ones, rather heavy, but far more useful in mines to extract ore than manual labor. Very interesting piece of machinery though, but Master Wolfgang never had Thomas actually visit one of those mines, too dangerous and Dwarves aren't usually fond of wizards. This was true, Thomas had scarcely heard of a dwarven mage, in fact, he has yet to hear of one. There were elven wizard-kings, great human magi, tricky gnomes and what not, even the wicked orcish shaman-priest-thing, but a dwarven mage was essentially almost a paradox. Oh a question? Well okay.

"Err, well it's sort of embarrassing really, but after my party's most heavily armored guy... Who happened to also be our group healer was taking quite the beating, I sort of prepared an escape spell. There were four of us, just having fought through a dungeon of orcs. Well not an actual dungeon but its was more like an encampment? Regardless, they didn't take too keenly on having their women trounced. Not that we could tell mind you, they looked very similar to each other, especially with the muscles on those women and they weren't very good looking by human standards so... We assumed they were the men and proceed to try and thin out their numbers in order to collect some gold from the request board." The boy brought his hand up to the back of his head and massaged the back of his neck. Better, but not quite recovered from the mental fatigue.

"So after looting some goods, per the suggestion of the elven rogue in our adventuring party, we were searching for valuables when the orc men arrived back and decided to kill us all. That's the long of it at least, um, I created a spell that allows me to teleport a relatively short distance away in case of danger but, the side effects are a bit taxing. I'm going to have a terrible fever until tomorrow, and the spell warps me to a higher plane which isn't the friendliest place to go, even for me. So um, just to be clear, you aren't going to kill me right? I have absolutely no way to defend myself and um, if you could help me to the nearest town or place of relative safety? I think I'll need to join up another adventuring group or something since they seem to get themselves killed too often..." He somehow had the energy to speak with nary a pause between flowing lines of speech.

"Oh. Um is he one of yours?" A look at Kyra with a questionable hesitation. More travelers? or Vagabonds.