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Post by Sabrina on Jun 12, 2017 11:23:48 GMT -8
Stood before the ruins of the zX Manor. Stories from her parents about how her mother was a graceful Queen and Goddess fresh in her mind. "So this is the place that made you happy? This is the place you fought to keep the evil and good of the land at neutral grounds?" She heard the stories, read the legends. Her mother Saylvica, the former Goddess of Neutrality and her father Loki, the former God of Mischief, also known as the kissing bandit. She knew though him, she had more siblings out there than just her twin brother Brom. Would she find them? Probably not. Did she care? Hardley.
There was one person of interest to her however. Two actually. Her mother's creator and the woman that he created her from. It was takes that Shaitan created Saylvica from a rib of a woman named Prizma. She knew not if either still walked this plane. Still resided. There was however one place the stories told her where she could offer reward for money. That would be her next destination.
Standing outside Wendy's Tavern. The stories of how her mother walked the high beams, keeping an eye on the patrons below. Shooting any who got out of hand with a poisonous arrow to knock them out before the guards got to them. Bringing her right hand to the handle, she opened it up and walked inside. It was just how her parents had described it. Only it seemed to be no longer peaceful. Walking past the various tables as she listened to the sweet sounds of piano music. She made her way to the bar. Paying Wendy 5 gold, she handed her a parchment to post. The parchment read as follows
~Reward for any with information reguarding a woman named Prizma or a man named Shaitan and their whereabouts. Leave your name and where to find you with Wendy and I will find you. Sabrina~
Sabrina then looked up to the beams above that her mother once paced. She jumped up and landed on the high beams and settled herself there till she found any of interest offering the information she saught*
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2017 10:51:23 GMT -8
"Zealot Xandu.."Upon seeing the old letters side by side again, Darius was struck with fond nostalgia. It wasn't easy running a group of free spirited individuals, getting them to work side by side contrasting personalities. Darius had never tried, beyond running as Interim Leader in rare, scant moments when his Elders were off on business and needed someone with seniority to look after things. Never anything serious, just enough to realize the magnitude of such roles. Darius stood in Wendy's Tavern, instinctively looking up towards the rafters as he held the document loosely in his left hand. There weren't as many up there as there used to be. Back in the old days, it had become fashionable to hang out in the rafters, the tables were often devoid of patrons. Although the tables and chairs were meant to be used, now that they were, it almost seemed wrong to Darius after so long the other way around. ~ If you're there, Sabrina, come talk to me. ~ He sent upwards telepathically. The shadows from the fire in the far end of the Tavern cast long shadows and she could be up there somewhere, or not. He was of a Bloodline that would still resonate with the blood of Shaitan, meaning if she was within several hundred kilometers of his location, she would hear his thoughts. As the Old Ones generally did, he left his surface thoughts open to reading, though nothing deeper could be touched. She would sense his curiosity and wonderment at having seen signs of one of the Old Ones having come back to roost.
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Post by Sabrina on Jun 21, 2017 5:18:40 GMT -8
~If your up there come talk to me~ Those words seeming to have a hint of curiosity and wonderment in them as they touched her mind. She lifted the back of her head from the beam that she was resting against and turned her head to the left, looking down to the floor below. Someone was standing there. A man. Her mother had been created solely out of Shaitan's magics so she felt a slight connection to the man, though never having met him before. those baby blue eyes looked over the man below for any weapons or intent to harm. Satisfied by what she saw, she slowly rose to her feet and stepped off the beam she was on.
Those wings fluttered, making her descend to the floor one of ease from such a tall height. She stood before him at a height of 5 feet tall. her frame was slender. Those long raven locks tied into a high ponytail with curly whisps hanging down the sides. her baby blue corset showed just the top of her bossom and came down to a v. the bottom point touching just above her belly button which was pierced with a hoop. Those tight black leather pants hugged her curves. Leather boots made their way up to her knees.
Baby blue hues, scanned over the man once more. She drew her lower lip into her mouth and she chewed on it for a couple of seconds be letting it slide gently back into place. Those hues then finally lifted to the man's and she spoke, "Tell me, does one know of Shaitan or Prizma's whereabouts? I can reward one in whichever payment one deems fit, within reason of course." Those eyes looking to him hopeful. Those were the two names given to her by her parents if she ever wished to visit the land that brought them together.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2017 8:08:02 GMT -8
He watched her descend from the rafters, wings extended, feeling a pang of sadness and loss as it reminded him of times long gone. As she landed, she spoke and he listened to her speak, scanning her with his eyes as she spoke. When she finished, Darius nodded, his icy blue hues pausing in his examination of her, then raised to meet her own.
"I do not know many specifics, but I feel a resonance in the direction of Bane, in the Capital City. When I traveled there, I felt the resonance much stronger the closer I got to the Royal Castle, but an army of the Undead prevented me from entering. The place also had a bad habit of becoming invisible anytime I came close enough to interact with the castle, or the Undead guards who protected the place."
His eyes didn't leave hers, probably making eye contact for longer than was socially acceptable, but he didn't stop. Although people usually felt chilled to the bone by his gaze, he felt nothing but warmth for those he met, his vampiric gifts making him feel a oneness with those he met, an understanding that defied them being strangers.
"It isn't even a matter of overpowering the Invisibility spell, nor introducing yourself to the guards. Every time I have concealed myself and observed someone coming to the Castle, it either fades from view, or it admits the guest and then fades from view. To be frank, I have never seen a place so inconveniently warded against visitors, despite being located in such a public place."
He touched a hand to his chin, his long, black lacquered, sharp nails caressing the scruff of beard that rested there. She couldn't help but feel his curiosity, reluctance and intrigue.
"I don't know if she holds power there, is a guest there, or if she was merely visiting for the day, but it might benefit us to travel there together. If she is there, the two of us together should be like a beacon of light and cause her to notice us better than one of us. That is, if you're up for a bit of travel. Do you have lodgings you need to tend to, or are you free to go anytime?"
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Post by Sabrina on Jun 22, 2017 15:19:15 GMT -8
~Army of Undead? A Castle that became invisible?~ What did it all mean? Why would a castle be so guarded? Curiosity now peaked her interest. Her mother spoke of a castle. What was it called? Ah yes the Rage Manor. Prizma Rage, Rage Manor made sense right? But is it the same castle? Her mother never spoke of it turning invisible or undead guards there. Perhaps it wasn't the same one.
Baby blue hues stayed locked on his icy ones. Half Vampire, Half Dark Elf, her father being one of mischief, not much chilled her bones. The only time those hues faltered from his was when he brought his hand to his chin. She took note of those black lacquered sharp nails caressed the scruff of the beard that was forming, Slowly lids closed over her eyes, then reopening as she brought that gaze to his as those lids parted and exposed those hues once more. Those pointy ears twitched slightly as she felt his curiosity, reluctance and intrigue. His words continued and she herself was curious, even more so now then when she first heard his summoning her.
Those brows furrowed slightly as she listened to his next words. ~Travel together... beacon of light.~ Why? Why was he seeking her out? Why was he trying to enter this castle? Her thoughts consuming her till he spoke of lodgings, "I am free to go once one is ready. However may I ask one's name and his reason for seeking the woman out?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2017 5:15:45 GMT -8
"Since you sort of introduced yourself in the flyer, I'll tell you that my name is Darius, former Acolyte of the Temple of Existence that rose and fell ages ago, and Elder of the Brujah Vampire Clan. Ordinarily, I wouldn't give my name when asked, nor so many accolades, but I see this as a unique situation."
He did a short, respectful bow to the Lady.
"And how would you know the Lord and Lady of Zealot Xandu?"
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Post by Sabrina on Jul 6, 2017 22:01:02 GMT -8
Heard his name and titles, a mischievous smile touched her lips as he bowed, she reminded herself to keep control. He asked her how she knew the Lord and Lady of Zealot Xandu. She tilts her head to the left and blinked her eyes. "I know not Shaitan, yet he created my mother Saylvica, whom he let run the Zealot Xandu, also known as the Manor Clan." She stretched those black wings slightly then brought them back. "This man created her from a rib of the Lady Prizma Rage of the Rage family." Those baby blue hues trailed along the man's upper torso, mentally reminding herself to behave, damned her father's playful side, "now tis your turn, How does one know the Lord and Lady of the Zealot Zandu?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2017 10:30:00 GMT -8
When asked how he knew the Lord and Lady, Darius spread his arms outwards in a dramatic shrug that would have done well for a theater stage, for all of its show.
"That one is simple: I don't."
He would give his response a moment to sink in, then continue.
"For centuries, I have made my living telling people what they want to know, information they might not come by even with the most widespread information network. Even if a Lord or Lady, King or Queen or Emperor had twenty thousand eyes and ears for twenty thousand kilometers in every direction, some information just cannot be attained by conventional methods. That is where someone like myself comes in."
He gestured, with a slight nod of his head, towards the other patrons of the tavern.
"What I lack in lands or soldiers, I make up for in my usefulness as a merchant of rumors, rumors that are one hundred percent true. Some peddle wares, others peddle slaves, whereas I peddle the intricate details of the lives of the Noble Class, of people of all species and origin, of the poor and the wealthy, of figures both public and obscure."
He took a step closer to Sabrina, producing a beautiful, lush, thorny rose with a flourish of his left hand, extending it to her. It was healthy, a glisten of life about its petals, as if the bush it had grown on had been carefully tended to by an attentive and adept groundskeeper who only plucked the most beautiful and developed roses the bush produced.
"I never met the man in person, but he often came to me by proxy of a messenger or servant and I did that sort of business with him. He supplied me with vital information about his friends and enemies, so I offered him the same in return. It is not my job to concern myself with the modus operandi, end goals nor moral compass of my clients, only to verify that the information is accurate, then to offer equally useful information in exchange."
He then gave her a sly smile.
"As for how I know the Lady? Well, let's just say that a true gentleman never kisses and tells."
He said the last bit with a mischievous wink. then folded his arms over his chest, curious what her response might be.
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Post by Sabrina on Jul 9, 2017 20:30:16 GMT -8
Those pointed ears listened intently to his story of knowledge gaining and a smile was curled upon her lips as he produced a lovely rose to her. If ever a moment that Sabrina would blush, here it was. Those cheeks warming under the dark skin. Bringing her right hand up, she wrapped her fingers around the stem, those baby blue hues looked to his eyes and a soft, warm smile formed upon her.
And here it came, how he knew the Lord and Lady. First she listened to his dealings with Lord Shaitan, but his words about Lady Saylvica... her own mother, and he dared give a grin to boot. "Liar!" she spoke, throwing the rose at him, "I should slay one where he stands for speaking such of my mother. For she has only ever kissed one in her life and that be my father. For their souls had to be intertwined shortly after her creation." Sabrina leaped up, moving her wings up and down, only to settle on the beam once more.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2017 6:20:40 GMT -8
Darius caught the rose out of the air with a lightning quick swipe, letting the thorns bite into his flesh and draw blood. He knew he had been disrespectful and this was but one small means by which he would make his penance. Keeping the thorns in his palm prevented his flesh from fully regenerating from the wounds they inflicted, so the pain remained strong, nervous system telling him to remove foreign material from his skin, but his fist never released its grip. He didn't let the pain show on his face, a second smaller penance being that he didn't deserve the privilege of sharing his displeasure, discomfort or pain with others.
"Please forgive my insolence. I meant to demonstrate but one of the ways I acquire my knowledge. Before now, I did not know the true nature of your relationship to her. Vampires don't always create progeny the way mortals do, but to learn that Lady Saylvica and Lord Shaitan could not only produce offspring, but had done so as well?"
He lowered his left hand, the one holding the rose, a few small drops of blood dropping from his hand, but he paid it no mind. He would bear the pain.
"It was extremely thoughtless of me to impose my curiosity in such a vulgar manner. I am deserving of your scorn, yet this one hopes My Lady will forgive a man disgracing himself in front of such a lovely Lady, and do me the pleasure of coming back down and joining me for some more discussion?"
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Post by Sabrina on Jul 18, 2017 12:16:33 GMT -8
The scent of blood flared her nostrils as the thorns of the rose dug into his flesh. She was headed towards the beam that her mother's bow and quiver of arrows were leaning against. Determined to keep her word of slaying him. Reaching down, those slender fingers plucked an arrow out of the quiver as her other hand grasped the silver bow with two symbols on it. The first was the symbol of the zX, the second, her mother's symbol when she was the Goddess of Neutrality. Hearing his words as she readied her bow, aiming the arrow with a poison tip down at him. If she shot and the shot landed, it was only enough poison to put him out for a couple of hours.
Hearing his apology and insinuating that Shaitan was her father, a laugh escaped her lips and she lowered the bow and arrow. "Lord Shaitan was never my father. For Lord Shaitan was my mother's creator. He had given the Manor clan to my mother, then Dawnstar took it and gave it to a granddaughter of his. Twas the cause of my mother's grief, therefore my father, Loki took my mother from this land, to end her grieving."
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