The vampire stands before the party on his throne, him sipping from a glass as he read a book. The area surrounding the room was dark and gloomy, dead bodies of women and piles of treasure surrounding his chamber and coffin.
"My peons. I need something from you all."
The vampire cooed, his voice calm and chilling as he stares down the group.
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Issac stared at the vampire dead in the undead eyes. it was hard to see the features of the man from beneath the shadows his dark blue-green hood attached to his hoodie. His brown leather boots thumped heavily as he walked forward, like he didn't have control over his movement. As he gets closer only his mouth is visible. One silver canine tooth glints slightly.
A horned, red-skinned man sits in the sill of one of the windows in the far corner of the room, concealed by curtains. He’s currently gazing up toward the sky with his telescope. He ducks under the curtains and leans against the nearby wall, fiddling with something in his pocket. “Aye. What would that be?”
The man stood up, setting down his half-full wine glass of blood, leaving his book open. He stretched, cracking his knuckles as he beckons Leo over to where Issac and the others were standing with a cold smile being able to be visible from the shadows.
"My friends, I require a special type of bread... the bread made from the blood of a Celestial. It resides in the faraway land of Briar Glen. The voyage may take months or even years, but I require that bread."
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The man stood up, setting down his half-full wine glass of blood, leaving his book open. He stretched, cracking his knuckles as he beckons Leo over to where Issac and the others were standing with a cold smile being able to be visible from the shadows.
"My friends, I require a special type of bread... the bread made from the blood of a Celestial. It resides in the faraway land of Briar Glen. The voyage may take months or even years, but I require that bread."
Issac voice came out, it was smooth but chilling to the ear. "and you expect us to find this? What do I get?" he asked, folding his arms
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
He huffed, as he walked over to Isaac, flicking his nose from under that hood of his.
"You already gain a well enough salary, my friend. But, as a reward, I shall increase it tenfold. That's around 100 gold pieces an hour, my friend. The only thing you all need to do is to run this simple errand, for me, DIO."
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
He huffed, as he walked over to Isaac, flicking his nose from under that hood of his.
"You already gain a well enough salary, my friend. But, as a reward, I shall increase it tenfold. That's around 100 gold pieces an hour, my friend. The only thing you all need to do is to run this simple errand, for me, DIO."
Issac held his nose for a second and chuckled "sounds good to me" he said then processed the sentence "Dio?.." He muttered to himself for a spilt second.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
Fenyra, a happy looking halfling that always seems to be smiling even when surrounded by dead bodies as it seems. She has long red hair in braids and several contraptions tied around her body almost making music clanking around as she walks. She listens to the exchange and wonders what bread made from the blood of celestials might taste like? What a strange request.
“Do you have a map to this place? This place, Briar Glen?”
Fenyra looks around and can only imagine what punishment would mean coming from this “man”. She then nods and takes the diary. “We shall only utilize the map, thank you.”
Eric stands in the room relaxed. He'd been working her part time because the pay and the work was better than minimum wage and it helped him pay bills better. He says, "100 gold per hour for this errand is a considerable pay raise. I'm glad my holidays started today or I wouldn't be able to go due to school." He got used to seeing bodies quickly enough but never did get used to the stench of the bodies.
He came here straight from school. He was still wearing the grey full sleeved uniform of his highschool. He was about 5ft 7 and had a lanky build. He had dark messy hair that was somewhat long but still much shorter than shoulder-length.
Leo pushes off the wall, fixing his bandoleer as he does so. “I’ll be damned. That does sound pretty good. We’ll be back as soon as we find that bread, Lord DIO.”
He heads toward the exit of the room, waving for the others to follow.
Leo pushes off the wall, fixing his bandoleer as he does so. “I’ll be damned. That does sound pretty good. We’ll be back as soon as we find that bread, Lord DIO.”
He heads toward the exit of the room, waving for the others to follow.
Issac picks up his book, snapping the leather buttons shut and puts it in his bag as he follows behind.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
Eric follows after Lio though he doesn't rush. He walks calmly at his comfortable speed. Though he was a fast walker so his comfortable walking speed is higher than average.
He nods, the one candle in the room being snuffed out in an instant. The room is now completely dark, with the diary of DIO appearing in front of the party.
"Good luck, my Peons."
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Fenyra looks around to see if she can see where he went, but no, he is gone. She reaches up and grabs the diary as it floats in the air. She then follows the rest outside. Fenyra takes a seat next to Isaac and sees if she can open the book to the map…
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The vampire stands before the party on his throne, him sipping from a glass as he read a book. The area surrounding the room was dark and gloomy, dead bodies of women and piles of treasure surrounding his chamber and coffin.
"My peons. I need something from you all."
The vampire cooed, his voice calm and chilling as he stares down the group.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Issac stared at the vampire dead in the undead eyes. it was hard to see the features of the man from beneath the shadows his dark blue-green hood attached to his hoodie. His brown leather boots thumped heavily as he walked forward, like he didn't have control over his movement. As he gets closer only his mouth is visible. One silver canine tooth glints slightly.
A horned, red-skinned man sits in the sill of one of the windows in the far corner of the room, concealed by curtains. He’s currently gazing up toward the sky with his telescope. He ducks under the curtains and leans against the nearby wall, fiddling with something in his pocket. “Aye. What would that be?”
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
The man stood up, setting down his half-full wine glass of blood, leaving his book open. He stretched, cracking his knuckles as he beckons Leo over to where Issac and the others were standing with a cold smile being able to be visible from the shadows.
"My friends, I require a special type of bread... the bread made from the blood of a Celestial. It resides in the faraway land of Briar Glen. The voyage may take months or even years, but I require that bread."
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Issac voice came out, it was smooth but chilling to the ear. "and you expect us to find this? What do I get?" he asked, folding his arms
He huffed, as he walked over to Isaac, flicking his nose from under that hood of his.
"You already gain a well enough salary, my friend. But, as a reward, I shall increase it tenfold. That's around 100 gold pieces an hour, my friend. The only thing you all need to do is to run this simple errand, for me, DIO."
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Issac held his nose for a second and chuckled "sounds good to me" he said then processed the sentence "Dio?.." He muttered to himself for a spilt second.
Fenyra, a happy looking halfling that always seems to be smiling even when surrounded by dead bodies as it seems. She has long red hair in braids and several contraptions tied around her body almost making music clanking around as she walks. She listens to the exchange and wonders what bread made from the blood of celestials might taste like? What a strange request.
“Do you have a map to this place? This place, Briar Glen?”
Issac passes by Fenyra and sits down on what he could only assume to be a dead body.
The blonde vampire then turns to the Halfling, walking over to the woman as he knelt down in front of her.
"The Map is in my Diary, madam. Take it, ut if you dare read anything else, I will punish you all."
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Fenyra looks around and can only imagine what punishment would mean coming from this “man”. She then nods and takes the diary. “We shall only utilize the map, thank you.”
Eric stands in the room relaxed. He'd been working her part time because the pay and the work was better than minimum wage and it helped him pay bills better. He says, "100 gold per hour for this errand is a considerable pay raise. I'm glad my holidays started today or I wouldn't be able to go due to school." He got used to seeing bodies quickly enough but never did get used to the stench of the bodies.
He came here straight from school. He was still wearing the grey full sleeved uniform of his highschool. He was about 5ft 7 and had a lanky build. He had dark messy hair that was somewhat long but still much shorter than shoulder-length.
Issac opens a book he has in his bag of holding and starts flipping through it. He was lost in his own little world, ignoring the people around him.
Leo pushes off the wall, fixing his bandoleer as he does so. “I’ll be damned. That does sound pretty good. We’ll be back as soon as we find that bread, Lord DIO.”
He heads toward the exit of the room, waving for the others to follow.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Issac picks up his book, snapping the leather buttons shut and puts it in his bag as he follows behind.
Eric follows after Lio though he doesn't rush. He walks calmly at his comfortable speed. Though he was a fast walker so his comfortable walking speed is higher than average.
Issac sits outside, the book is next to him, floating. He looks in every direction around him, sniffing the air for a few seconds each time.
He nods, the one candle in the room being snuffed out in an instant. The room is now completely dark, with the diary of DIO appearing in front of the party.
"Good luck, my Peons."
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Issac sighs and looks around "great.." he mutters
Fenyra looks around to see if she can see where he went, but no, he is gone. She reaches up and grabs the diary as it floats in the air. She then follows the rest outside. Fenyra takes a seat next to Isaac and sees if she can open the book to the map…