Another day in the Tavern

[Lord Tarran]

Not quite, Seth. Though we do develop sorcerour powers from interactions with the arcane, we are more about the development of latent and passive powers that help us better combat what ever we are fighting at the moment. Also, my druidic powers, if I am correct about your circles, place be finely in the eighth circle. My sorcerous abilities, from my slaying of arcanes is in the 5th circle. My psionic abilities, if circles would be how to classify them, would be in the 9th circle, with extra powers to help combat other's minds.

(I agree, we need a new thread.)

 

[Dai'Morra Clayrentha]

(ooc: Okay, made one on MoP {Map of the Planes} )

 

[Lord Tarran]

A boy enters the Tavern. He is obviously a sorceror of somekind, and as he passes through the shadows, his outline seems to blur, as chainmail appears. As he enter the light, he winces slightly, snarling, revealing sharp fangs, but not vampiric, just fangs. His eyes are black, his ears slightly pointed. He sits, and watches the door, calling to the golem.

Veran blood if you have any!

 

[Belleza]

*A woman enters the tavern, her black jacket zipped up mid-way, looking for the one that said that she will help her with her problem of the curse. She looks around trying to find him if he is present. *

 

[Lord Tarran]

The mage sits, and sees the woman coming in through the door. SIpping his procured Veran blood (Not actually veran blood, its name of a drink in the world he comes from) he waves her down. When she sits, he says:

I assume you are Belleza? How may I help you, my dear.

Should Belleza be thrown off by his appearance, he says inhis deep, shadowy, but not evil, voice:

Don't allow my looks to fool you. I cleared the 5000 mark millenia ago.

 

[Belleza]

"Yes, I am Belleza. I would like to remove this curse on me...I'm the one with the curse and the one with so many years on her head. Can you remove the curse?"

*Belleza watches the sorceror, hoping he can and will..*

 

[Lord Tarran]

He scans her body with an appraising eye. He has a small, sarcastic smile on his face, playing with a ball of blackness that had suddenly appeared, as he continued to sip the drink He says:

Well, you are well preserved for one of Matriarch stage. How long ago was the curse of vampiricy removed? What is the nature of your current curse? Do you still maintain our greatest strengths, but are no longer undead. Maybe my story will help.

I was born under the name Orion Shadowbane, the son of two extremely powerful Veran Werewolf Guardians. I, as expected of all Veran Children, was to follow my parents lead, and eventually take over guardianship of my own home. Unfortunately, before I was to begin my full training, I was kidnapped by enemies of my parents. Powerful vampires. This was before my kind became immune to the Siring, since I have reentered the ranks, I have inherited my brethrens powers, but I still hold my vampiric mark. I was the first Forsaken One. I was the first veran to become a child of the night, instead of the moon. I spent years, traveling around, trying to find a cure for my curse. During this time, I slew my parents. Eventually, I found the cure, but not before staying a vampire for over 6000 years. As can be seen, I still appear no older than 13, because of my transformation. I am stuck in this form for eternity, until I am slain. Upon returning to the living, I was still wracked by the blood lust, I was still harmed by the sun, I shunned the holy, silver burned me. I was a creature of all the weaknesses, and none of the strengthes. After a fair amount of traveling, I found one who could help. Now, I am once again Veran, though I stiil hold some vampire traits. Light still in uncomfortable, direct sun hurts, and I still need blood once a month. Human blood. But I do gain my vampire and werewolf powers combined, and none but mighty Tarran and Amaru can hope to compare to me. I wish to help you. Tell me what you can of yourself and the curse upon you, and I will see what I can do. I believe I can help. I want to.

Sorry, I forgot to tell you my name. I'm Ryan Shadowchild, Veran,vampire, sorceror.

 

[Lord Tarran]

He scans her body with an appraising eye. He has a small, sarcastic smile on his face, playing with a ball of blackness that had suddenly appeared, as he continued to sip the drink He says:

Well, you are well preserved for one of Matriarch stage. How long ago was the curse of vampiricy removed? What is the nature of your current curse? Do you still maintain our greatest strengths, but are no longer undead. Maybe my story will help.

I was born under the name Orion Shadowbane, the son of two extremely powerful Veran Werewolf Guardians. I, as expected of all Veran Children, was to follow my parents lead, and eventually take over guardianship of my own home. Unfortunately, before I was to begin my full training, I was kidnapped by enemies of my parents. Powerful vampires. This was before my kind became immune to the Siring, since I have reentered the ranks, I have inherited my brethrens powers, but I still hold my vampiric mark. I was the first Forsaken One. I was the first veran to become a child of the night, instead of the moon. I spent years, traveling around, trying to find a cure for my curse. During this time, I slew my parents. Eventually, I found the cure, but not before staying a vampire for over 6000 years. As can be seen, I still appear no older than 13, because of my transformation. I am stuck in this form for eternity, until I am slain. Upon returning to the living, I was still wracked by the blood lust, I was still harmed by the sun, I shunned the holy, silver burned me. I was a creature of all the weaknesses, and none of the strengthes. After a fair amount of traveling, I found one who could help. Now, I am once again Veran, though I stiil hold some vampire traits. Light still in uncomfortable, direct sun hurts, and I still need blood once a month. Human blood. But I do gain my vampire and werewolf powers combined, and none but mighty Tarran and Amaru can hope to compare to me. I wish to help you. Tell me what you can of yourself and the curse upon you, and I will see what I can do. I believe I can help. I want to.

By the way, should tell you my name now. I am Ryan Shadowchild.

((Look around this board to learn about the Veran.))

 

[Belleza]

*Belleza eyes the Sorcerer with suspicion as he tells his story.*

My name is Belleza and I'm from an unknown world to many...the world of Gaea. Beautiful land indeed. But, in my early years, I was kidnapped and forced into slavery, thus the mark upon my neck with a number of inslavement. When I escaped from the enemies of my family I found myself lost and in a very dark place. A place of vampires. I was experimented on earlier before but that doesn't matter. This dark place where were vampires lived. And thus I was bit at 20 and now I remain looking at the same age. But my true age is 11,021. I don't like to act all ancient because that isn't who I am. I like to act what I really am. But anyways, I've been killing ever sense I was turned way back when I was 20. I joined a group and I was burned with their mark though it has went away with time. Recently, I was attacked from the knowledge I had received about vampires being able to walk in daylight and not get scolded. Thus, some felt the need I must die. So, to solve that problem, I was turned human again and now, this curse haunts my very dreams. And with so many thousands of years of killing, the screams seem to build on top of each other and sometimes cause me to get extreme head pain. Now I am simply looking for a way to get away from the curse. I still have my vampire strength but I no longer thrive for the taste of blood on my lips. Though I should but some how that affect didn't grace itself upon me. Just a few months ago my vampire curse was removed. So again, I would like your help with anything you can do.

*Watches him, waiting for a reaction and to see if he can help her or not...desperatly hoping so..*

 

[JasperDm]

The door bangs open loudly, and a thin, strange shadow falls on the bar. The odd jester leans on his Bloodspear, looking about. He is tall, thin, and built to dance and caper, but ill-kempt, his pale skin added to by facepaint, white, with red and black shapes accentuating his face intimidatingly, but his bloodcaked dredlocks, red eyes and yellowed, pointed teeth would do fine otherwise, and the rusty seven-foot custom polearm helps...his harlequin's outfit, jester's cap and accoutrements all blood-red and black, with his cap tipped with dented bells that do not jingle.

"Greetings, ladies and louts, Fellgrin Kinfoe the Blood Jester, at your service! Direct from a show at the Burning Man in the City of Doors, I have come for entertainment and adventure! Tales of betrayal, battle, bloodlust and betrovement! For a coin or ten I'll tell you my own extensive assembly of alliterations! Now then...will anyone buy a jester and adventurer a drink?"