Grandma
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Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 26, 2017 13:08:57 GMT -8
Grandma had to suppress a bit of a chuckle at the strange little man's reaction to the word “vampire”. In her opinion, both it and Revenant meant similar things, but it seemed that might be a bit of a touchy subject around here. To be fair, Grandma supposed even she had taken offense at what some had referred to her as in the past, which could be considered a similar situation to this.
“Very well, I shall remember that then, thank you for the advice. I extend my appreciation for being let in on such short notice. As for what I’m referred to… I simply go by Grandma. A rather odd name perhaps, but that is what I am known as.”
Turning to offer the man a brief smile as he tapped her on the shoulder, Grandma began slowly walking into the courtyard. Her cane rhythmically clacked on the stone tiles as she followed after her rather odd guide. Although the castle itself wasn’t in particularly good condition, Grandma appreciated the atmosphere of this place. She found it calm and peaceful, gazing at the strange blackness off on the horizon like one might look at a sunrise. She could understand why some might feel on edge in this place, but Grandma didn’t harbor any such negative connotations towards the castle.
The old woman had more than a few questions about this place, but she didn’t get the feeling that her guide was the talkative type. Unless he became a bit more chatty, Grandma decided to simply follow after him in silence.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Aug 26, 2017 13:32:51 GMT -8
On the way Skarlet would arrive on her way through the same route. She was about to leave frustrated but now Grandma is here! This is great! She walks over and curtsies bowing her head.
"Grandma! How do you do? What brings you to Darkhive?" This was a great coincidence, or maybe it was fate? Skarlet was very happy Grandma had come here at the same time.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 26, 2017 13:49:46 GMT -8
A familiar figure approached Grandma, someone she hadn’t been expecting to see in this place. It wasn’t a complete shock, but the old woman couldn’t say she’d been expecting to see Skarlet in this place.
“My dear granddaughter, what a surprise to see you here! A pleasant one to be sure, of course. I’ve journeyed here to meet with the master of this place, my interest was peaked by some rumors of it I’ve heard. I must return the question, what has brought you to this place? This doesn’t exactly seem like the type of place Naoki would have sent you on a diplomatic mission to after all.”
Glancing over at the man guiding her, Grandma watched to see his reaction to Skarlet’s appearance.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Aug 26, 2017 14:10:30 GMT -8
"I came here on my own, I... haven't been here since I met you actually, we aren't far from where you and Tick found me. I wanted to learn more about the barrier, and I wanted to learn about the higher up beings that are in our realm, since I plan on staying alvie forever hopefully, if I could know more about the other higher beings I'd know how to handle them if they didn't like me. But Leviath refuses teach me anymore... he sends me away to learn by myself and use my talents as a Revenant to advance in the world among the mortals." Skarlet tried to hide her frustration, but Grandma would be able to tell. Skarlet remembers though that Grandma is another of the higher beings, she may be helpful to the young immortal.
"Grandma, my business with the Master is done, but... may I please stay with you and perhaps listen in on your meeting?"
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Leviath Bahat
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Registered: Apr 4, 2015 17:54:27 GMT -8
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Aug 26, 2017 15:44:44 GMT -8
"Ah, you're in luck!" The strange man suddenly spoke, interrupting the conversation between Grandma and Skarlet rather rudely. The man pointed across the courtyard to one of the dead trees, where none other than Leviath sat openly on a bench underneath it. He watched the new visitor with a mild interest, as well as the returning Skarlet, but seemed mostly to be enjoying the evening air. The servant bade the two ladies to follow him, then led them closer to his revenant master. At a certain distance he bowed deeply, then stepped aside to introduce them to him. "Master Leviath," he began, "this old woman has requested an audience with you. She introduced herself as Grandma, with no other name given. It also seems that Miss Skarlet has returned." Giving a slow nod, the revenant lord examined grandma carefully. "And what is it that I can do for you?" He asked, his voice deep and his tone calm.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 26, 2017 17:03:12 GMT -8
Grandma turned her attention away from Skarlet and towards the strange man as he pointed at Leviath. Offering Skarlet a pat on the shoulder and murmuring something in her ear, perhaps to the tune that they’d finish their conversation later, Grandma slowly made her way over to the seated Revenant. She offered a nod of respect towards him as her odd guide introduced her to the master of the Darkhive.
“I came here primarily as it is in my nature to search for knowledge. I love knowledge of all kinds and all varieties, but I’m particularly drawn to knowledge of the mystical variety. I feel fairly strongly that this place possesses such knowledge.”
Pausing for a few moments, Grandma’s eyes briefly study Leviath’s appearance, the scrape of her cane on the stone finally breaking the short silence.
“As for what you can do for me, I’d simply appreciate having a discussion with you. Both you and this place in which you reside intrigue me. I’ve traveled to many locations in the Overworld, many of which have proved rather stale. This place is like a breath of fresh air for me.”
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Aug 26, 2017 18:03:04 GMT -8
Skarlet curtsies and backs up into the background to spectate Grandma and Leviath.
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Aug 27, 2017 14:43:46 GMT -8
As Leviath spoke, the wiry-haired man stepped aside with Skarlet and remained partially bowed. "I will confess," the revenant lord admitted, "that knowledge is something I do possess. I do not concern myself much with the politics of mortals, but I have enough eyes in those realms that certain things do not escape me. For example, I know of The Black Tower and of Isra's fall from democracy into what some could describe as tyranny. I know of the fall of Goraia, I know that men scheme in that strange place far to the east, and I know that something stirs in that ancient deserts in the south." He gave a smile as his eyes ran down the length of the cane Grandma held and idly wondered if it perhaps concealed a blade. He wouldn't be surprised if it did. "I also know things that no mortal in those realms could know; secrets pertaining to life, death, corruption and those that move in the darkest places of this world. What exactly would you like to know? Ask and I will see whether it is pertinent of me to answer, though I make no promise that I will reveal what you seek."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 27, 2017 16:23:08 GMT -8
Grandma smiled at the mention of The Black Tower and Isra, a brief smile that only lasted a moment, but a smile nonetheless.
“I’m surprised word of my little project has reached this far. The Black Tower never quite expanded as much as I would have liked, but that’s neither here nor there.”
Getting useful information out of Leviath would most likely prove challenging, considering how guarded the Revenant appeared. She needed to find out what the Revenant valued.
“The mortals do forget much over the years. I find it especially irritating when they forget what their own ancestors discovered. For my initial question, I’ll start with a rather broad one. Are there any events currently transpiring in the Overworld that you find particularly… Concerning?”
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Aug 28, 2017 13:27:20 GMT -8
"Little truly concerns me," he told her. "Here at the northern edge of the world we are enough far removed that outside threats could be considered non-existent. This place may be located physically in the Overworld, but are we truly part of it? No outstretched grasp can reach us here, no effect that a southern cause might bring." The revenant began to stand, rising from his seat beneath the ancient tree just as a small bat-like creature flew down to land upon his shoulder. In some strange display of affection he gave it his finger, at first petting it lightly upon the head and then allowing it to sink small, sharp fangs into his flesh. "But if you wish to know what I find interesting then I shall tell you. The land known as Helmfirth is one; an island of criminality in the south and monsters in the north. They are ruled by creatures similar to myself, but who exist far below me in both blood and in that their aristocratic features and finely-made attire cannot hide that they are no less beastly than a swarm of disease-ridden rats or a pack of mangy hounds." He pulled his finger away from the bat, though no blood was drawn from the wound. "Should they ever set their gaze further than their own cursed lands, then the mortals of this world will have to deal with a menace. Though do not worry, dearest 'Grandma', for know that I will not permit a faction of these creatures who do not grovel at my own feet to grow further in power or influence. I am the first of this cursed bloodline; no other Revenant came before me and none shall ever surpass me. And by that authority, if they should ever attempt to invade your mortal lands, I will cast down upon them a vengeance so wrathful that their bones will create deserts of ash." He smiled then, as though he found the thought amusing! "There are more things that I do admit are of interest. The eastern men are one, for should their scheming amongst each other ever bear fruit in the form of a single, united nation then that mastery of scheming will no doubt be turned westward. The southern deserts are another, for in those ancient cities and oceans of sand there no doubt exists forgotten and mystical power. And should you look to the borders of this desert, to the place of death known as the Outlands, you will discover races of beasts whose warlike nature and lives of endless battle and bloodlust could easily sweep through lesser nations if ever they were united; they are the Orcs and Goblins, the tribes of the Greentide." Leviath began to expand his chest, as though simulating what it was once like to breathe. No air passed through his mouth or nose and as soon as his chest reached a certain size, it collapsed again. "Yet none of these interest me more than Isra. A city said to be free, where a woman with no power other than that of bureaucracy saw herself deserving enough to sit upon a chair and call herself it's empress. Tell me, Grandma, how long will it be until those people who risked everything begin to notice that their city has been taken by tyranny? How long until they rise up with the torch and the sword and demand their freedom once more?"
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 28, 2017 19:45:29 GMT -8
She listened in silence as Leviath spoke his mind on various matters, offering a nod or quirking an eyebrow at times as he spoke, but not interrupting the Revenant. Once he had finally finished speaking, Grandma decided she would offer comment on a few of the things mentioned.
“I briefly visited Helmfirth not long ago… Although I didn’t personally meet with those who ruled it, it wasn’t difficult to get a feel for what it was like. I had been hoping it might contain knowledge that could interest me, but instead, I found a place of carnal desires. Although I have nothing against those who indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, I found the lack of variety in Helmfirth a bit disappointing. I’m glad to hear you are willing to judge them to a higher standard than their current one.”
It seemed the Revenant had visited Helmfirth personally, or at the very least met with someone from there of importance. And from what he had said, the meeting must have gone poorly. Perhaps there had been a dispute on which of them was the stronger one, as that seemed to be something Leviath had a very strong opinion on himself.
“The deserts to the south do contain very intriguing knowledge… I was able to see some of it myself first hand. It is a shame that the nature of their majic is so troublesome to efficiently make use of.”
Now she was finally at Leviath’s question, the question of Isra. He had mentioned the Empress, her dearest Naoki. Eyes from all over were on her now and as time passed surely only more would scrutinize her.
“Ah yes, Isra, the city which I currently call my home. From the sounds of it, you seem to view it in a rather negative light. Perhaps some of the people who first helped build Isra also view it similarly to you. The majority, however? The majority, for the moment, are happy or at the very least pacified. How long until people rise up? I’d say that depends on how long the current Empress lives and what kind of successor she leaves behind. The people of Isra say they want freedom, but what I believe many of them want is simply stability. If they can continue to live in safety and go about with their daily task, they will remain happy. The illusion of democracy also still remains to ease the consciences of the less discerning citizens, which as I’m sure you can guess, is also the majority.”
The old woman coughed rather dryly, her response to the Revenant’s question regarding Isra finished. Stroking her chin a bit, Grandma gazed absentmindedly off into the darkness on the horizon. Maybe she was gathering her thoughts or perhaps she just found the view pleasing to gaze off into.
“I might be mistaken, but I get the feeling you don’t travel around the Overworld a whole lot. I’ve heard very little rumors regarding you in my travels around, only having heard of you from someone who met with you directly at this very castle. Although I’m certain you can move around very quietly, doing so without even a mention of rumors following in your wake, I find it unlikely for someone as memorable as you are.”
Grandma felt there was something in this place, something that lay below the surface. In her brief discussion with Skarlet, the girl had mentioned a barrier. The context in which she had mentioned it led Grandma to believe it wasn’t likely something inconsequential.
“I have a rather strange question, one you might very well find too prying… You said that you were the first Revenant, that it is a curse on your bloodline. Did you ever avenge the one who cursed you?”
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Aug 28, 2017 20:49:18 GMT -8
Leviath chose to leave the subject of Isra behind, instead furthering their conversation by replying to Grandma's perceptive comments. "I rarely leave this castle of Darkhive," he told her as he glanced towards the still open gates and out beyond them. "As I have mentioned before, my world is here in the darkness and with the dead, not with the living. But you are correct that I can cross lands without leaving so much as a whisper, a secrecy most preferable to me." At her final question he turned, facing the moon in the sky that hung above the shroud of darkness on the far side of the castle. "There was no one who cursed me, except perhaps myself. But I will not wallow in the unfortunate results of far gone events best remained unspoken and forgotten."
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
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Post by Skarlet on Aug 30, 2017 20:33:32 GMT -8
Skarlet was worried now, she hadn't been in Isra since the beginning so she hadn't witnessed all the changes. Skarlet had grown attached to her adopted mother and didn't want her to be killed by a mob or assassinated. She knew she probably shouldn't care so much about a mortal that was going to die eventually anyway, but she wanted to protect her mother. Now she figured she should get more involved, keep her ear to the ground to listen for trouble. Maybe Skarlet could save her if the time came.
Realizing she had lost track of what was going on, the young Revenant returns her attention to Master Leviath and Grandma.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Aug 31, 2017 21:33:37 GMT -8
“It is interesting that you seem content to stay here in your castle. You are far nobler than I was expecting. It seems to me you could do more in the Overworld if you truly wanted to, but you don’t. You don’t strike me as the type that is completely apathetic towards the affairs of the Overworld either, you clearly have a general idea of what is happening in the various lands around. I can only assume you have something which you do in this castle here, although what projects or goals you might have I couldn't say.
Leviath wasn’t exactly what Grandma had been expecting. His appearance, his aura, his home, those weren’t surprising at all to the old woman. His opinions and attitude towards the Overworld, however, this was something she wished to understand. She had also been expecting him to be slightly flippant or perhaps even arrogant, the claim of nobility being just that, a claim. From what she had seen so far, the Revenant seemed to be doing a better job than most at backing it up.
“So it was not another who did that to you. Very well, I shall lay questions in that specific area to rest. When I was let in by the lovely man at the gate, he mentioned ‘masters’. You have said you were the first and strongest, so you are clearly the Master here, but I do wonder… Are there other Revenants of strength here? Besides my granddaughter of course.”
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Sept 3, 2017 9:49:52 GMT -8
((Going to make this a short post because it's been a while since I posted and I don't want to keep you waiting. Sorry for that by the way!)) "In this place, at the border of our known world, you see only what you are shown and what you are prepared to see," Leviath explained. "There are indeed other revenants here. They walk the grounds, they tend to the walls and they fill my castle and it's towers with beasts that we control. Do you not see them? The corpses that shamble through this courtyard yet by the very nature of their servitude to me walk around you? They open a path, a clearing in which you can be safe here for as long as your intentions are not hostile to me or these grounds." Should she look around, and truly focus, Grandma would suddenly become aware of the corpses around them. The shambling undead seemed unaware of their prersence; zombie-like creatures of varying stages of decomposition and injury who groaned and filled the courtyard like an unending swarm that never approached closer to them than a man's height in distance. What illusion had hidden them for so long might well seem impossible to grasp, but so effective it was that once Grandma dared to blink or look away, this army of ghouls seemed to fade back into the realm of invisibility and silence; non-existent like shadows in the dark. What's more is that any attempt to approach them would push them away with such haste that it appeared as though their passage of time was hastened, limbs moving like a high-speed scuttle as they put distance between them. "All revenants here are powerful in their own right. The blood is a gift, given only to those who prove themselves worthy of it before their embrace. If you cannot see them, then it means they do not wish to be seen."
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Grandma
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Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Sept 4, 2017 8:55:49 GMT -8
OOC: No worries about the wait, this scene is still going a lot faster than many I’ve been in. :^)
Grandma turned her attention away from Leviath, studying the countless creatures that appeared when she looked for them. These creatures were certainly numerous, more numerous than she’d been expecting at least. It was interesting that Leviath called the blood a gift given to others when for himself he had referred to it as a curse… It most likely wasn’t of significance, but it was something she planned to keep in mind nonetheless. Turning back to face the Revenant, the old woman idly noted that the ghouls faded away in a similar manner that they had initially appeared to her.
“You command an impressive number of servants in this place. The magic here is also quite powerful, it is no easy task to hide the presence of so many creatures. You say that the blood is a gift given to those who prove themselves… Have many of those who received it come here solely to receive that gift from you?”
Grandma began looking at Leviath, this time with more intent than she had previously. She hadn’t yet truly studied the Revenants appearance, stare into his eyes, or search for his scent in the air.
“I think I’m safe in assuming you’ve been in the Overworld for a very long time, perhaps even longer than I have judging by this castle. Are you a native to this realm, or are you perhaps a traveler like myself?”
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Sept 6, 2017 14:04:14 GMT -8
Leviath smiled at Grandma 's rather impressive foresight, but steadied his emotions in order to maintain his calm and formal temper. "Who knows?" He replied to her first. "All have their own motive, all have a reason behind their actions and desires. I imagine many are tempted by power, but very few know of that which I can offer them. It is true that I may give them this gift as a reward for their services, but it is not so common that they are guaranteed it; quite the opposite in fact. Only the greatest of my mortal servants will be offered the blood, for the value of it must ever be maintained." As she asked her second question he closed his eyes, as though trying not to remember some story from his past. "I was a native to this realm, but my homeland is no longer part of it. Thus, perhaps it is more sensible to say that I became a traveller when that home was lost?" A moment later he turned, walking towards the main keep of the castle until there was at least a few metres between them. "You sound like a person who might enjoy a good story, Grandma. So allow me to tell you this one, for it is so rare in these endless nights for me to have the opportunity, and there is a question I like to ask afterwards that always gains interesting answers," he said, looking into a window of the keep that, as expected, lacked his reflection. He turned again to face them, then swept his hair behind his ears. "Though I feature heavily in this tale, I am not the main character in it. Perhaps you will have heard of him, though if not then you will soon become familiar with him," he explained, before closing his eyes to begin the tale proper. "Many moons ago, when the old kingdoms had just passed the height of their power and that world had not yet been torn asunder, a great king named Aethelwulf became aware of my presence in this place. Aethelwulf was considered a wise and mighty hero by his people, who conquered his enemies with his mind just as easily as he did with his sword, and always treated those he bested as though they were his own beloved countrymen. "By the time he was nearing forty years of age he became suddenly aware of his own impending mortality, as well as how far he had come in his life and how far he felt he had left to go before he could be satisfied. Aethelwulf wished to become Aethelwulf the Great, you see; to conquer all lands and end all fighting between them. With this dream and this knowledge constantly on his mind, Aethelwulf woke one day and told his family and his people that he would don a simple cloak and go on a pilgrimage to pay homage to those old gods. His loved ones, thinking nothing more of this than how much they loved him for his piety, bade him farewell and let him go on his way. "Aethelwulf crossed valleys, rivers and mountains. He passed great poverty, crawled through miles of untamed thickets and walked along roads in the most dreadful state of disrepair. After many weeks, the road of his pilgrimage bade him turn to the west and follow it to a great and secluded temple, but instead of taking this road as others had expected of him, he continued northwards and into the harsh cold and the dark where only most fierce and savage dare to live. "That place became known as The Wylds. The story of Aethelwulf's journey through the wylds, with nary more than a stick to protect himself, is a tale in of itself that I will not repeat here. What is important to note is that when he finally walked along the same path that you took to reach this citadel, Aethelwulf was wounded, rugged, stronger and possessed of greater wit for his efforts. Once he reached the gates, I had them opened so that he might pass undisturbed to my great hall and come before me on my throne. And once he reached me, this great king went down to his knee and knelt on the floor in the moonlight. I asked who he was and how he had come to this place, at which point he regaled me the tale of his life and the journey he had taken in great detail, a tale that I in turn have just briefly described to you. "With a grin, I then asked him to explain the purpose of his journey and what he wished to gain from it. 'Master Leviath', he said, 'I am fearful of my own death and of the collapse of my kingdom once it catches me. I have heard of the great power of the blood that is held here, and wish to ask you to share it with me so that I can complete my duties and safeguard what I have made'. "I asked him how I could be sure that he wouldn't simply abuse this gift, that he wouldn't use it to become a great evil, a being of power and endless thirst. He could offer no answer, so I then asked him what he would do with the time that I could give him. 'I would improve my kingdom,' he told me. 'I have walked through untamed wilderness, so I will clear it for farmland. I have walked on crumbling roads, so I will repair them and make new ones. I have passed people in great poverty, so I shall provide them with riches. I have crossed rivers without bridges, so I shall build them. I have climbed over impassable mountains, so through them I shall build tunnels. I have seen kingdoms without peace, so I shall annex them and create it.' "I found all of this amusing, and had almost made an decision in my mind of whether or not to grant his request. Yet even so, there was one more thing I wanted to know and so I asked him the most interesting question that I have perhaps ever asked. 'What can you offer me in return,' I said, 'that I could want but have never had?' "'There are many things,' Aethelwulf replied. 'I can give you endless riches and power!' "'But do I not already have these things?' I asked him. 'Then I can find you the most beautiful woman in my kingdom, and deliver her to you to take for a bride,' he answered. 'Is beauty not in the eye of the beholder?' I questioned, 'And are my current wives not beautiful enough?' "'Then I shall make you beloved by my people, with a name that shall never be forgotten for all of history!' He exclaimed. 'And what need have I for such immortality, when I am already immortal?' Came my answer. 'Then I shall gather the architects of my kingdom and build you a great castle that no enemy will ever be able to conquer', he boasted. 'What use is that when no enemy can march here?' I quipped. "'How about knowledge; everything in the great libraries that are tended by the scholars of my kingdom?' I smiled at this, but never-the-less replied, 'but Aethelwulf, what if I already know everything that your scholars can offer?' "By this point, the king was becoming desperate to succeed. 'What about the blood of my people?' He asked. 'An endless supply of food for you and your loyal revenants.' I gave a laugh, then pointed out that we keep our own slaves for such consumption and treat them like kings in return for their willing use as cattle. "'Then what about my kingdom?!' He cried. 'I shall make you the legitimate heir, so that should I die my country will pass to you!'" Leviath stopped speaking for a moment in order to slowly walk back over to his bench and sit himself down. After looking back up at them, he moved on to the final part of his story. "I told him such a thing alone would not interest me, and that I was growing impatient with his grasping for whatever could hold him. 'I will give you one more chance to make an offer,' I said, 'after which I will give you my final decision'," explained the revenant. "And so we come to the questions I have for you." "What final offer do you think King Aethelwulf made me? And do you believe I accepted his offer, or turned him away? And why?"
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Grandma
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Imperial Vizier of Isra
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Sept 6, 2017 16:26:01 GMT -8
The old woman listened intently to Leviath’s story, not commenting more on what he said about why mortals sought him out. She held no more questions for that discussion at the present. The Revenant was quite correct in assuming Grandma would like a good story. After all, much of the knowledge she sought was that of the past and tales of this variety held bits and pieces of history in them.
Aethelwulf was not a name Grandma was particularly familiar with, perhaps she had read it in passing in one of the countless scrolls she had studied, but no particular details about the man sprung to mind. This particular story about Aethelwulf, it wasn’t a surprising one. A man who feared for his life sought out a greater power and begged them to be granted immortality or a long life.
It was a tale that she had heard before, even seen first hand, but each tale had their own variations and differences that made them worth hearing and remembering. Aethelwulf had offered Leviath everything he could imagine Leviath might value, but Leviath had no desire for such things. Despite how Leviath phrased it, Grandma believed others in Leviath’s position might be more willing to accept Aethelwulf’s offers. It wasn’t that Leviath couldn’t receive more knowledge or power from Aethelwulf had he accepted. No, Grandma believed he simply put little value in such things, he was content with what he had in those areas. Just like now he was content to stay in his castle in the far north, doing little to mettle in the affairs of the Overworld.
“What offer do I think Aethelwulf made to you? An interesting question… I get the feeling that this King would have offered you more of the same essentially. I do not know much of Aethelwulf, but from the sounds of it, I believe he thought of what his greatest desires were and then offered them to you. Perhaps I’m not giving him enough credit, but that would be my first guess. What would that final offer be then? If the kingdom was as great as you say, I’m sure it possessed many artifacts, maybe in a last desperate attempt, he offered you one of those treasures, something in his mind you couldn’t refuse. Except what he couldn’t have refused, you could.”
Pausing for a moment, Grandma stared off into the blackness again, a slight smile appearing on her face as if she was imagining something amusing.
“That is only what I believe Aethelwulf offered. I think what you truly wanted was something Aethelwulf couldn’t think of because it was his greatest fear, the very thing that had brought him to you. Death.”
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Skarlet
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Princess Skarlet
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Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Sept 6, 2017 17:40:35 GMT -8
Skarlet kepts speculations to herself and listened to what her elders had to say. She wasn't sure what the King could have offered, from what has been told though Skarlet suspects the King didn't get what he wished for, or if he did he may have regretted it in the end. It was a great priveledge that Skarlet had been granted her immortality in place of her tragic end as a human. The revenant couldn't help feeling she owed something in return for her gift, even if she hasn't been billed for it, she wants to return the favor and show her immortality will not be wasted. Her goal now was to serve the realm to earn her place among the top.
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Sept 7, 2017 16:31:22 GMT -8
"You are correct," Leviath told her. "You do not give him enough credit." There was a sense that he was slightly disappointed, coinciding with him momentarily resting the side of his head on the palm he propped up with his elbow. He looked away a moment, then finally chose to reveal the answer.
"He told me that there was only one more thing he could think to offer. That my long existence in this world would no doubt one day become too tiring to bear any longer. That a being of my power could not simply die the way mortals can die and that, even if I wished to, I would not be able to end my own existence so simply as falling on a sword or hanging from a rope," he explained as he looked over towards Skarlet, as though he was trying to direct some part of his message directly to her.
"But at the same time, he knew that no being is truly immortal, truly invincible." Leviath said, sitting up straight again with a smile that crept back on his face. "He offered me a final death, should I wish it. He came to me looking for immortality, while claiming that my immortality was a curse that I might seek to end."
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