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Post by Seriah Desislov on Oct 30, 2010 18:37:48 GMT -5
VAMPIRE MEETING
Pretty much if you're playing a vampire you're eligible for this board. Otherwise you need a heck of a good excuse to join. Because there's a fair number of vampires, we're going to give people a few days to post intros before starting.
Please post in order. I'll list the order here, so you can check back if you're confused. If three days go by without the person before you posting, you can skip them.
POSTING ORDER: Seriah Draven Malcom Ashemir Valmar
Stella (Porter has announced a leave of absence)
Setting: Relatively deep within the labyrinth of caverns, a large room is carved out of the cavern where the vampires will be meeting. Unfortunately, there is no fruit punch and cake. You may have heard of the warlord's meeting from a whispered rumor, or perhaps closer to the source. Who knows how exactly rumor circles among vampire's spread, but by now if you're a vampire you know things are being set into motion, and if you wish to be part of them, you ought to attend.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Oct 30, 2010 18:38:10 GMT -5
Seriah leaned back against the cool stone, enjoying that his skin held more warmth than it, from the last time he fed. The room should be large enough for everyone- not every vampire in the country was expected to attend after all. He looped a bit of his dark hair around a pale finger, watching the rest of the room slowly fill. He hardly minded being patient for a carefully crafted plan, but he felt antsy and bored waiting on people.
The cavern itself had rather smooth walls, though some moss was growing determinedly up the southern wall. There is a large stone table with several chairs, though it was sadly absent of any goodies like fruit punch, or cake. Though almost anyone with an interest in attending should know their way to this room, a pair of young vampires had been stationed earlier in the labyrinth to point anyone who'd been absent from the mountain's to long to know their way around, to the right room. They were also useful in that should an unwelcome visitor arrive, everyone deeper within the labyrinth would know well ahead of time. Plus they were rowdy, and Seriah didn't want to spend the entire meeting explaining the 'quiet game' to them.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 30, 2010 20:09:15 GMT -5
Draven had found his way to the cavern where the vampires were to meet. He had taken his time in the labyrinth, enjoying the cool and the darkness and the silence. After Ashemir had pressed him to come he had set out a couple days after meeting the blond for the mountains. It hadn't taken him much time and he had been able to work for more gold and coins before heading in to the meeting. With a sigh, he emerged from the shadows and looked around the smooth walled room, taking in faces, recognizing some and not others. He would have to befriend a few of these other vampires to get any sort of help to find his brother... The thought made him frown but he moved toward the wall, leaning against it as he stood. His thick cloak kept the cool of the rock from chilling him as he looked around. He saw another vampire that he didn't know but he heard someone mention his name. Seriah wasn't it? He watched him with curious eyes, then let his gaze sweep the room again. This was going to be difficult.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 31, 2010 1:32:55 GMT -5
Ashemir, for all his intentions of observing, was standing behind the lines of gathered vampires. Near the mouth of a back-way tunnel, the blonde had come from another portion of the mountain. From his meager, stony sanctuary... which was pointedly situated away from where the other living quarters tended to be scattered about. The tunnels from there to the meeting hall were was black as a cloudy night, but in his hand, a glass and iron lantern had lit its way. It flickered with yellow light, casting hard, black shadows across his face and over the folds of his clothing.
He glanced over to Seriah, who was leaning against the wall. The blonde might stand closer if he didn't find the warlord's presence perturbing and, to be honest, irritating. And not too far away, there was Draven. Oh, so he did come after all.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Oct 31, 2010 16:35:44 GMT -5
Valmar stood behind Seriah like a majestic statue. The general stared at the crowd, amazed how many answered to the call. Despite the number, he worried how many would get behind such a grand scheme. He knew his kind were an "individualist" species. Even though they all share a similar burden, vampires (with a few expections) tend to stay away from each other. Of course, this is of the result of constant prosecution over the centeries. He only hopes Seriah crafts his words wisely to convince the populace to go along.
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Post by Stella Rein Gwenanotta on Oct 31, 2010 21:09:02 GMT -5
Stella waltzed into the dark cavern, sure that no one would really mind her large dress or her long curly hair brushing them, and if they did, well, she didn't really care. The moist and mossy tunnels weren't necessarily places that most people would 'waltz' into while wearing a rather nice dress, but Stella wasn't most people, and she enjoyed the caves. She found the majestic features in the well defined curves and plateaus in the walls and naturally formed columns, and she saw the beauty in the monochrome colors combined with a good contrast of bright and dark green. The caverns were her home, anyways, and she'd been living in them for quite a long time, so she had to get used to them whether she liked it or not. Who knew she'd end up liking it?
Beauty wasn't necessarily on the agenda at the moment, though. Stella was making her way to the front of a small crowd gathered for a meeting hosted by Seriah. Although she wasn't completely sure what Seriah had in mind when he thought this up, she didn't brush the idea away. Sure, it wasn't popular among the vampire race to talk amongst themselves, but it couldn't hurt to have a little conversation. Who knows what could come out of this? Maybe a little friendship, maybe nothing, maybe a few expansion ideas, or maybe...maybe a rebellion.
Either way, Stella was here now, and she wasn't about to up and leave. Well, not if they started some time soon...
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Nov 2, 2010 3:03:03 GMT -5
(Getting started, but by all means if Gale or Malcom want to join the party, or any other vampires turn up, they are still welcome <3 )
At first Seriah had not sensed Valmar behind him, and jumped when he discovered he had two shadows. He quieted a chuckle, nodding politely to the taller man. “Decent turn out, eh? We might as well start now, I'm sick of waiting.” If anyone showed up late, they'd just have to jump into the midst of things. It wasn't as though the idea of rebellion was all that complicated.
He cleared his throat, lifting a hand to quiet any side conversations. “I want to thank everyone for coming. I know some of you have farther to travel than others. If you don't know,” and his tone suggested that by now you should, “My name is Seriah Desislov. But more important than names is why we are here.”
“We've been in isolation for too long, I think. Solitude breeds neither culture nor creativity, and without that these stone halls lead to nothing but tombs for the dead.” He sighed, purposefully drawing the sound out as he made sure everyone was paying attention, “And that's not right, because we're not dead. We're undead. It is a rather key difference. Most of you are already aware, or have at least heard rumor that there are plans to...” He flexed his fingers, “adjust Thrunalhin perspective of us.”
He smiled as he continued, “Regardless of your personal feelings on this, let me assure you that you are ALL involved. You may have a voice in this world, or you may reap the results of inaction.” Bot of course, Seriah was here for conversation, not a speech, so he waited for the others to digest, or present their concerns at will.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Nov 2, 2010 19:26:16 GMT -5
Draven looked around the cavernous room without much interest. What did Seriah mean 'adjust Thrunalhin perspective'? The people had a right to fear them and whatever else ran in the darkness of night. He stood upright again, his arms crossing over his chest pulling his cloak around him tighter. He looked at everyone else, digesting the little opening speech to the meeting. He decided he might as well begin conversation. Clearing his throat, he looked at Seriah directly. "How do you suggest we adjust the perspective of the Thrunalhin people?" he asked, his voice ringing in his ears as it echoed around the smooth walled room. "Do they not have the right to view us as they do? After all, there are many who are killed by our kind. Why shouldn't they be scared?" He scanned the room for a moment, thinking about his words. "Things are fine the way they are," he said with a nod. "We aren't dying off so fast that we are in danger of extinction. And it is easy enough for new vampires to be born."
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Nov 2, 2010 21:20:49 GMT -5
Malcolm was sure he was late (fashionably late), but a duo of guards still watched the cave’s mouth, so he assumed the meeting was still on. Thank the heavens for that; he had more aches than he could count from the trip to the mountains. Super-human powers or no, travelling from Cados to the distant caverns was still one hell of a trek.
He took a moment to get directions from the watchmen They gave his kind of directions: take a left at the tall stalactite, if you hit the collapsed tunnel you’ve gone to far, and other tidbits derived from landmarks rather than measurements. Malcolm followed their instructions all the way, up until he heard the vibrating echos of the meeting’s speakers; he followed his ears from there. His arrival came right on cue: he walked in just as the main leader (warlord was the title, if he recalled correctly) declared himself sick of waiting.
The topic wasn’t too shocking. Everyone hates vampires, so let’s do something about it. A common, reasonable view. It was another man in the crowd who took the other side. (The man was vaguely familiar. Malcolm remembered a solitary hand raised up in a bar, and a man with an armory hidden under his coat, and a name through the chatter of the bar: Draven.) Of course, the man lugging around the blades was the one who didn’t mind constant danger from guards and were-beings.
“Things are fine the way they are,” Malcolm joked, mostly to himself, even if the cave echo carried his voice a ways. “What does it matter that three other races are out to drive stakes through our hearts?”
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Nov 2, 2010 21:39:36 GMT -5
A frown twitched on Ashemir's lips. At least Draven had voiced his main question: How were the vampires going to go about completing this revolutionary task, but everything else that the bronze-eyed vampire said made the blonde inwardly cringe. He pressed the lantern up against the vampires in front of him, who jumped and glanced back to see Ashemir gesturing them out of his way for him to move forward.
He made his way through the lines, towards the front but not quite /at/ the front, "I don't believe this is a matter of whether or not they fear us, but more of a matter of preventing them from destroying us. Things aren't 'fine'. They might be tolerable, but they're not 'fine', or 'good'." The bronze-eyed vampire's suggestion of just creating more vampires caused Ashemir's brows to narrow. "You're insinuating that we can just replace children and lovers, as well? Not to mention that fledglings are wild. Without close care, they would be more of a hindrance to our kind than a benefit." He glanced to the vampire that made a snide remark, not finding him familiar. Not that Ashemir found too many other vampires here familiar; he didn't get out much.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Nov 2, 2010 23:12:04 GMT -5
Valmar knew there were going to be doubts on how they were going to accomplish this grand plan. The general knew, in someways, that their numbers were going to play a significant factor in thsi revolution. While he knew they would eventually gain numbers as they advance, the beginning operations were going to have to be planned out crictially if they were to accomplish their goals. The general confidently stepped in the conversation.
"True, our forces are outnumbered and any expendatial growth by our species can cause issues," he explained, "However, I would like to assure you that our army, while not large, is highly trained and highly efficent. Over the past years, I've been training my men, and let me tell you that even the God of War, Mars, would be impressed. Furthermore, we've been experimenting and developing new weapons and tactics that'll bring our military to victory."
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Post by Stella Rein Gwenanotta on Nov 3, 2010 16:40:48 GMT -5
Stella waited a moment and listened to some of the vampires' concerns and ideas. Seriah's overall subject of this meeting pleased her greatly, as she had been wanting someone to rally up her race and get them together; moreover, the subject of the planning pleased her, also, even though any kind of meeting would have suited her. After all, what was a civilization if it was separated? Nothing great would be thought of the vampire race if they did nothing great, and nothing great could be done as a whole if they refused to communicate.
Now was her chance to finally stand up and voice her opinion, and she would use it to the fullest extent.
"Personally..." Her mouth went dry for a moment. She couldn't mention that; not in front of these strangers. Maybe if her own race wasn't so reclusive, they would have known a little about her background and her recent activities.
Stella cleared her throat and started again.
"Personally, I believe that this meeting will be beneficial and a great step for our race whether we get anything productive about this...say, rebellion, if you prefer...planned, or not. Either way, we might as well hear each others' opinions while we're here." Her eyes moved across the crowd as she squeezed her way to the front in order to be heard more easily.
"I don't believe that immediate action is necessary."
Although, I wish it were possible.
"On the other hand, I do believe that some course of action should be decided upon as soon as possible. We should sit here and rot in these caves no longer, and we should step into the first sliver of the light of a great civilization on the rise as soon as possible. Resting here will do us no good, and neither will taking lives for granted. Think of every life as a precious tool, each with its own use, and we should take care of every one as if it was our last."
A moment of silence brought about the feeling that her speech really didn't sound complete, so she added a suggestion to the end.
"With that being said, maybe we should assign each vampire a job."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Nov 3, 2010 18:59:09 GMT -5
Seriah laughed bitterly, “There is nothing fine about the way things are. Perhaps for the humans, and therianthropes things are 'fine'. You might be complaisant, and that's your right, but not 'fine'.” As just what was not fine seemed fairly self evident, he touched on an earlier comment by the vampire. “In terms of how we adjust things, I did not say it was their fear we should do something about. This is a rebellion not a public relations meeting. And in terms of that,” He nodded to Stella, “For those that want to fight, I suggest you have a word with Valmar at the end of the meeting. Otherwise, this is a time for contributing ideas.” Recognizing Stella, he added, “Though I may have a role for you, miss Gwenanotta, if you'll stick around later.”
“I will spell out my intentions very clearly for everyone: Take over the castle, kill or turn the nobility as necessary, and quite importantly remove the royal blood line from existence. There should be limited forces in Cados alone, but if we need to spread the army thinner, I'm sure distractions can be orchestrated. But I do indeed intend immediate action. The werefolk teeter on the brink of war, and we need to push them.”
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Post by Draven Hunter on Nov 3, 2010 23:40:51 GMT -5
Draven disagreed with Seriah entirely. The royal blood line was royal for a reason; he did not want to see them end. Though his opinion was there, he had more to say and he looked at those in the room with him, somewhat disgruntled. What was wrong with how things were? They were 'creatures of the dark', were they not? Meant to be hidden? "I cannot say I agree with taking over the castle," he put forth, making himself be heard. "Let the humans have their royalty and their power. We can easily overpower them, right? I suppose things aren't 'fine' as I put it before. But that is no reason to move forward and destroy an entire blood line. We need to do something that is less... radical. Something that will put humans on our side instead of pissing them off further. And if anyone needs to be brought down, it is the Werefolk and their rash opinion of us. Humans run on fear where as Weres run on an undying hatred." He paused, trying to size up what Ashemir had said; he had been thinking about it all along. "As for replacement of those lost, I retract the idea completely. But how else are we going to grow in strength for without creating more vampires to stand at our side in whatever you decide we should do? As wild as they are, we deserve the chance to grow as the humans do, even if we do it much more slowly. The young new vampires can be trained here, where they can be watched and taught. Given the chance, I'm sure they would become strict followers of whatever plan is agreed upon." He raised a brow, letting his words sink in. He was gaining no points here anyway. Why not be the one considered an idiot to all his kind? He glanced at Ashemir as if asking 'Why did you make me come here?'. The silent question would go unanswered, but he felt useless and a mere pain to the efforts of the others around him. God, why did he come...? He sighed, softly, waiting for the disagreements and flaws in his opinion to be pointed out. So be it, he thought, no point in leaving now.
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Nov 4, 2010 18:22:04 GMT -5
The conversation generally went in a circle. Draven said something against the general plan, everyone else had spoken against him with various other suggestions, and now Draven was up once again, and disagreeing with everyone else.
Malcolm shrugged. Hopefully conversation would be better after the more official, political part of the meeting. (He’d just have to avoid being drawn into Gwenanotta’s ‘job’ idea. He already had a job, and you didn’t really get paid for running a rebellion.)
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