As the bar wench delivers Yesphira's a charcuterie board with a variety of cold cuts, cheeses, and a few small cups of chutneues.
She answers Yesphira's question, "Honestly, things here are a bit pricy. My home is affordable and slightly bigger than a room here. The walk serves me well too."
Smiling, she takes another round of orders and moves on.
Edmar in an old garden or park, in Stoneyard in Lower Northedge. Maybe attempting to feed, to satisfy their current nagging hunger and perhaps learn a bit about their whereabouts through the dreams of their meal.
Gemini in The Cathedral of the Cleansing Flame being engaged by a priestess of the flame. In Middle Central Plateau Sovereign Towers.
Belgama, Grim, and Yesphira are in The Drunken Dragon tavern in Upper Dura at a table with a human, an elf, a half-elf, and a dwarf. The dwarf race is new to you all.
Edmar while staying int he shade and slowly making his way towards a dozing beautiful female dressed in the finest of clothes has drifted into slumber under the shade of a large tree. Her chaperone siting near by is reading paying little to no attention to Edmar moving towards them. As he moves he notices the abundance pf people in this park. It's well maintained and popular. This could be place for him to practice and hone his skills. As he reaches ever closer to the beautiful girl. He begins to reach out towards her dreams and subtly insert his thoughts and character into her mind and begins to feel her presence within his own.
"The vampire?," Belgama asked in response to Eth'lan's question. She was so used to vampires, werebeast, hags, and the like being commonplace she'd forgotten they had to keep quite about it, and she guessed Grim had too. Thinking on the spot she started to ramble, "oh its an old nickname he got! You know there are some strange delicacies around the world, and where he comes from they make a lot of food with blood. Pudding, soup, stuff like that. When we first met him and saw him eating it well.." she let out a slightly nervous chuckle, "we couldn't think of something more creative so the vampire ended up sticking." She seriously hoped it was enough to sell it and not have them question anymore.
Yesphira, the half-elf, listens quietly to Belgama talk about the vampire but doesn't offer anything further.
She nods in thanks as the bar wench delivers the food and adds, "Ah, of course. But if you could live closer in this nice little part of town, I would be remiss not to offer my help. I can't stand to think of a beauty such as you walking the dark streets home each night."
The door to The Cathedral of the Cleansing Flame opens easily despite its huge heavy appearance.
The inside is decorated with pillars, alcoves, statues, and wooden and stone enlays depicting valiant mortals overcoming various lycanthropes.
There is silver inlays everywhere.
A young faced woman in bright robes greets you with a warm smile.
May I help you?
Francis is surprised by the fact it opens easier than they thought. 'Huh, what do you know?' Sometimes they find their hands way too sticky that it accidentally adheres to objects. In this case, the door. Leaning against the door with one hand stuck they stare out at the place. There is near hysterical laughter in their head about the silver inlays. A smile crawls its way to their checks. 'Afraid of the big bad weres, are you?'
"Yes, I-" They managed to get their right hand off the door knocker. "I wanted to..." Their eyes go wide and they start wringing their hands. "I wanted to know if you had anything to ward off-"
They take in a sharp inhale, "Do you have anything for mimics? This is really dumb- I'm sorry. This is probably the last place for-" They try to make a big show of walking out the door.
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DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Edmar while staying int he shade and slowly making his way towards a dozing beautiful female dressed in the finest of clothes has drifted into slumber under the shade of a large tree. Her chaperone siting near by is reading paying little to no attention to Edmar moving towards them. As he moves he notices the abundance pf people in this park. It's well maintained and popular. This could be place for him to practice and hone his skills. As he reaches ever closer to the beautiful girl. He begins to reach out towards her dreams and subtly insert his thoughts and character into her mind and begins to feel her presence within his own.
As Edmar begins to feed upon the lass who as yet is unaware of what is happening. Her chaperon, a young man is also sitting nearby and he too begins to doze off, the book he is reading falls to the ground. The weather and the environment perfect for a slumber in the sun. Edmar cannot help but switch his focus towards the young man. The opportunity and the challenge is far too tempting.There is the beginning of a stirring within him that hints at a level of erotism that he has not expereinced before and yet cannot help but allow himself to self indulge in. He sends out his own thoughts and yearnings and dark need towards this man's mind and his dreaming becomes Edmar's and he slowly beginnings to feed savouring all that he recieves. There is a heard a slight murmur, a movement coming from the young chaperon, is it ... 'excitement?' Edmar can't tell but he continues to feast nonetheless. As quickly as the moment began Edmar and the young man's dreams are entwined with his own and as the feasting ends Edmar is completely and holistically satisfied. He moves back slowly, while continuing to watch the two and as the young man comes too realising something deeply otherworldly had happened but at a loss to explain. The lass awakens from her slumber realising to something had happened but no where near as concerned and surmises that what happened was like a fly buzzing annoyingly while she was trying to sleep. Whereas for him ... something different ... something erotically and forbidden had happened ... and it was pleasurable! As Edmar reaches a distance away from them to be noticed his keen vision continues to watch the two and as they walk away and he notices the young man stop... he looks back at where he had been sitting ... and smiled and only Edmar would notice.
"Oh, that's funny!", the half-elf, Eth'lan, laughs.
"Blood pudding, reminds me of home.", the dwarf, Dallan says.
"It's not unheard-of, but, no.", says the human, Jerry, with distain.
"I'd be careful of using the term round here so openly. Too many are too quick to action.", says the elf yawning and lifting up off the table, sitting up straight..
"Oh, that's very kind of you. Not the first offer at a nearby room if I'm honest. I'll be fine. I'd give a right lot for one of them nice places with a private bath and privy." She laughs, not quite sure why she shared so much. She's usually better at keeping that flirty business line in place.
The young acolyte doesn't reach for you, but does say, "Please, stay. If you are having issues with shifters of any kind, we can help you. Our hands are somewhat tied due to the city's ruling on the refugees, but if we can help, we certainly will."
While you chose not to feed, your decision paid off. You can sence both those young adults. You're sure you could find them anywhere within miles if you chose.
"Oh, that's very kind of you. Not the first offer at a nearby room if I'm honest. I'll be fine. I'd give a right lot for one of them nice places with a private bath and privy." She laughs, not quite sure why she shared so much. She's usually better at keeping that flirty business line in place.
"Oh yes. Those are nice places," Yesphira smiles at the bar wench. "I can arrange that for you my dear. Consider it a generous tip for doting on a disoriented old woman." Yesphira holds out her hand to shake on the offer.
The young acolyte doesn't reach for you, but does say, "Please, stay. If you are having issues with shifters of any kind, we can help you. Our hands are somewhat tied due to the city's ruling on the refugees, but if we can help, we certainly will."
Francis's shoulders sag, but as soon as she says that, they hesitate, then say, "Really?" 'Refugees? What about the refugees-'
"You sure? Oh I can't thank you enough. I've tried all the things I could do: wolfsbane, salt, garlic, sugar! In my homeland there was a person for this type of thing but here-"They twiddle their thumbs a bit. "Thank you. Mimics have been...following me lately. I don't know if I'm just paranoid, but I can't look at a cabinet, a wardrobe, or... even a gazebo the same way now!"
"Would- would I have to pay you for anything?" they say as they follow the acolyte back into the doors.
"Oh, wait, really?" While hesitant, she takes Yesphira's hand.
"Of course, dear," Yesphira smiles as she grasps the girls hand and shakes it. "I'm sure this little agreement will bring about all sorts of new experiences for you."
(( OOC - I'm not sure how you want to go about the contract from here? ))
The acolyte leads you into a small room, an office or meditative library maybe, closing the door behind you.
"We can speak easier in here. Please have a seat.", she gestures as she takes a seat.
"So, explain to me the trouble these mimics have caused. Have they made it into the city?"
You notice it is quieter here than in the main cathedral.
Whatever you choose to do, if you're quick, you might be free.
Francis could just lick their lips as the acolyte leads them into a room. "Thank you," they say before taking a seat.
The scraggly looking 'refugee' eyes the young woman and her priestess attire. What a fitting place. An eye for an eye. A cathedral dedicated to the decimation of their species.
They liked to toy with their victims, giving them just enough time before, unlike regular mimics, which just ate. No afterthoughts. Just meals. Instead, they liked to have a little more fun with them.
"Yes... I think they have."
They sigh, looking away from their victim with sorrow filled eyes. "My brother thought it would be nice to have one as a pet." Francis spits out the last word.
"You see-" they start to untie their boot. They tug their leg just a little for the rest to come out. It is just a stump ('shapeshifting: got to love it!') "It got a taste of me, and I don't think it's going to let me go."They shuffle in their seat a little before putting their leg back into their boot.
"My brother-"
Tears start to pinprick their eyes. "didn't make it." Sobbing, "I thought I could escape it here"
You draw a small key 🔑 and a sealed envelope from your person.
"The key is to a private suite just up the road from here. ((You give her the simple directions you know.)) and this letter acknowledging you as the tenet. If anyone gives you trouble, use it. Proof that you should be there."
You have in another pouch, a soul contract. It may look like a two inch diameter silver coin. Very few in this realm would be able to see or touch it, but you have it.
You can willfully 'feed' off this essence four times before it is used up.
You are now aware, that the previous owner and tenant, died horribly just days ago. Brestranrd - William Brestranrd - that was his name.
You draw a small key 🔑 and a sealed envelope from your person.
"The key is to a private suite just up the road from here. ((You give her the simple directions you know.)) and this letter acknowledging you as the tenet. If anyone gives you trouble, use it. Proof that you should be there."
You have in another pouch, a soul contract. It may look like a two inch diameter silver coin. Very few in this realm would be able to see or touch it, but you have it.
You can willfully 'feed' off this essence four times before it is used up.
You are now aware, that the previous owner and tenant, died horribly just days ago. Brestranrd - William Brestranrd - that was his name.
"Here you are, dear," Yesphira hands her the envelope with the key and provides her the directions. Once the girl is out of sight, Yesphira will feed once of the essence, licking her lips as she does with a sly smile.
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As the bar wench delivers Yesphira's a charcuterie board with a variety of cold cuts, cheeses, and a few small cups of chutneues.
She answers Yesphira's question, "Honestly, things here are a bit pricy. My home is affordable and slightly bigger than a room here. The walk serves me well too."
Smiling, she takes another round of orders and moves on.
(( OOC PC Locations:
Edmar in an old garden or park, in Stoneyard in Lower Northedge. Maybe attempting to feed, to satisfy their current nagging hunger and perhaps learn a bit about their whereabouts through the dreams of their meal.
Gemini in The Cathedral of the Cleansing Flame being engaged by a priestess of the flame. In Middle Central Plateau Sovereign Towers.
Belgama, Grim, and Yesphira are in The Drunken Dragon tavern in Upper Dura at a table with a human, an elf, a half-elf, and a dwarf. The dwarf race is new to you all.
))
Edmar while staying int he shade and slowly making his way towards a dozing beautiful female dressed in the finest of clothes has drifted into slumber under the shade of a large tree. Her chaperone siting near by is reading paying little to no attention to Edmar moving towards them. As he moves he notices the abundance pf people in this park. It's well maintained and popular. This could be place for him to practice and hone his skills. As he reaches ever closer to the beautiful girl. He begins to reach out towards her dreams and subtly insert his thoughts and character into her mind and begins to feel her presence within his own.
"The vampire?," Belgama asked in response to Eth'lan's question. She was so used to vampires, werebeast, hags, and the like being commonplace she'd forgotten they had to keep quite about it, and she guessed Grim had too. Thinking on the spot she started to ramble, "oh its an old nickname he got! You know there are some strange delicacies around the world, and where he comes from they make a lot of food with blood. Pudding, soup, stuff like that. When we first met him and saw him eating it well.." she let out a slightly nervous chuckle, "we couldn't think of something more creative so the vampire ended up sticking." She seriously hoped it was enough to sell it and not have them question anymore.
Yesphira, the half-elf, listens quietly to Belgama talk about the vampire but doesn't offer anything further.
She nods in thanks as the bar wench delivers the food and adds, "Ah, of course. But if you could live closer in this nice little part of town, I would be remiss not to offer my help. I can't stand to think of a beauty such as you walking the dark streets home each night."
Francis is surprised by the fact it opens easier than they thought. 'Huh, what do you know?' Sometimes they find their hands way too sticky that it accidentally adheres to objects. In this case, the door. Leaning against the door with one hand stuck they stare out at the place. There is near hysterical laughter in their head about the silver inlays. A smile crawls its way to their checks. 'Afraid of the big bad weres, are you?'
"Yes, I-" They managed to get their right hand off the door knocker. "I wanted to..." Their eyes go wide and they start wringing their hands. "I wanted to know if you had anything to ward off-"
They take in a sharp inhale, "Do you have anything for mimics? This is really dumb- I'm sorry. This is probably the last place for-" They try to make a big show of walking out the door.
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
As Edmar begins to feed upon the lass who as yet is unaware of what is happening. Her chaperon, a young man is also sitting nearby and he too begins to doze off, the book he is reading falls to the ground. The weather and the environment perfect for a slumber in the sun. Edmar cannot help but switch his focus towards the young man. The opportunity and the challenge is far too tempting. There is the beginning of a stirring within him that hints at a level of erotism that he has not expereinced before and yet cannot help but allow himself to self indulge in. He sends out his own thoughts and yearnings and dark need towards this man's mind and his dreaming becomes Edmar's and he slowly beginnings to feed savouring all that he recieves. There is a heard a slight murmur, a movement coming from the young chaperon, is it ... 'excitement?' Edmar can't tell but he continues to feast nonetheless. As quickly as the moment began Edmar and the young man's dreams are entwined with his own and as the feasting ends Edmar is completely and holistically satisfied. He moves back slowly, while continuing to watch the two and as the young man comes too realising something deeply otherworldly had happened but at a loss to explain. The lass awakens from her slumber realising to something had happened but no where near as concerned and surmises that what happened was like a fly buzzing annoyingly while she was trying to sleep. Whereas for him ... something different ... something erotically and forbidden had happened ... and it was pleasurable! As Edmar reaches a distance away from them to be noticed his keen vision continues to watch the two and as they walk away and he notices the young man stop... he looks back at where he had been sitting ... and smiled and only Edmar would notice.
Belgama:
"Oh, that's funny!", the half-elf, Eth'lan, laughs.
"Blood pudding, reminds me of home.", the dwarf, Dallan says.
"It's not unheard-of, but, no.", says the human, Jerry, with distain.
"I'd be careful of using the term round here so openly. Too many are too quick to action.", says the elf yawning and lifting up off the table, sitting up straight..
Yesphira:
"Oh, that's very kind of you. Not the first offer at a nearby room if I'm honest. I'll be fine. I'd give a right lot for one of them nice places with a private bath and privy." She laughs, not quite sure why she shared so much. She's usually better at keeping that flirty business line in place.
Francis:
The young acolyte doesn't reach for you, but does say, "Please, stay. If you are having issues with shifters of any kind, we can help you. Our hands are somewhat tied due to the city's ruling on the refugees, but if we can help, we certainly will."
Edmar:
While you chose not to feed, your decision paid off. You can sence both those young adults. You're sure you could find them anywhere within miles if you chose.
"Oh yes. Those are nice places," Yesphira smiles at the bar wench. "I can arrange that for you my dear. Consider it a generous tip for doting on a disoriented old woman." Yesphira holds out her hand to shake on the offer.
"Oh, wait, really?" While hesitant, she takes Yesphira's hand.
Francis's shoulders sag, but as soon as she says that, they hesitate, then say, "Really?" 'Refugees? What about the refugees-'
"You sure? Oh I can't thank you enough. I've tried all the things I could do: wolfsbane, salt, garlic, sugar! In my homeland there was a person for this type of thing but here-" They twiddle their thumbs a bit. "Thank you. Mimics have been...following me lately. I don't know if I'm just paranoid, but I can't look at a cabinet, a wardrobe, or... even a gazebo the same way now!"
"Would- would I have to pay you for anything?" they say as they follow the acolyte back into the doors.
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Francis:
The acolyte leads you into a small room, an office or meditative library maybe, closing the door behind you.
"We can speak easier in here. Please have a seat.", she gestures as she takes a seat.
"So, explain to me the trouble these mimics have caused. Have they made it into the city?"
You notice it is quieter here than in the main cathedral.
Whatever you choose to do, if you're quick, you might be free.
"Of course, dear," Yesphira smiles as she grasps the girls hand and shakes it. "I'm sure this little agreement will bring about all sorts of new experiences for you."
(( OOC - I'm not sure how you want to go about the contract from here? ))
Francis could just lick their lips as the acolyte leads them into a room. "Thank you," they say before taking a seat.
The scraggly looking 'refugee' eyes the young woman and her priestess attire. What a fitting place. An eye for an eye. A cathedral dedicated to the decimation of their species.
They liked to toy with their victims, giving them just enough time before, unlike regular mimics, which just ate. No afterthoughts. Just meals. Instead, they liked to have a little more fun with them.
"Yes... I think they have."
They sigh, looking away from their victim with sorrow filled eyes. "My brother thought it would be nice to have one as a pet." Francis spits out the last word.
"You see-" they start to untie their boot. They tug their leg just a little for the rest to come out. It is just a stump ('shapeshifting: got to love it!') "It got a taste of me, and I don't think it's going to let me go." They shuffle in their seat a little before putting their leg back into their boot.
"My brother-"
Tears start to pinprick their eyes. "didn't make it." Sobbing, "I thought I could escape it here"
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Yesphira:
A few things happen at once.
You draw a small key 🔑 and a sealed envelope from your person.
"The key is to a private suite just up the road from here. ((You give her the simple directions you know.)) and this letter acknowledging you as the tenet. If anyone gives you trouble, use it. Proof that you should be there."
You have in another pouch, a soul contract. It may look like a two inch diameter silver coin. Very few in this realm would be able to see or touch it, but you have it.
You can willfully 'feed' off this essence four times before it is used up.
You are now aware, that the previous owner and tenant, died horribly just days ago. Brestranrd - William Brestranrd - that was his name.
Francis:
"Oh, you poor dear." The acolyte says rising and kneeling next to you to hug you in comfort.
"Here you are, dear," Yesphira hands her the envelope with the key and provides her the directions. Once the girl is out of sight, Yesphira will feed once of the essence, licking her lips as she does with a sly smile.