~Cry for help~

[Belleza]

*A figure approaches the notice board, taking up a pencil inbetween her index and thumb, leaning closely to scrible upon the board*

To anyone that knows of a way to get rid of curses that you receive when becoming human again from being a vampire, please come to me. If I can't find a way out, then I guess I will have to go back to my biting ways, but if you know of anything that will help, please contact me. Or post a message. It is very important. Thank you.



Belleza

*She walks away, her head pounding with screams*

 

[Lord Tarran]

A sorceror, who looks no older than fourteen, walks over to the board, and sees the note.

He writes with a bone quill.

I know how to remove the curse from the former undead, but I will need to know how old a vampire made human we are dealing with

He smiles, his own sharp fangs seen.

 

[Belleza]

*A dark figure steps to the board, looking for an replies and sees one, reading it and then lifting a pencil from her jacket pocket, scribling upon the board.*

Uh, she is 11,021 years old right now. I hope that won't affect the process of getting rid of the curse. Please reply again and if it's okay then I hope we can meet.

*She puts the pencil back into her jacket pocket and steps off, looking around hesitantly.*

 

[Lord Tarran]

The shadowy sorceror teleports into the area, looking st the board, wincing when he sees the age. His bone quill appears again, as he writes:

I can help, but the process might make the taker of the procedure become half vampire if it is screwed up. Meet me in the Tavern, on Oerth, so that we can talk in person.

 

[Belleza]

*A figure runs up to the board and reads the message on it. She then nods and walks away with pace. *

 

[Eminenz]

An old man slowly walks to the board,reading the text inscribed and folds his arms.

"As i thought,her ballance is lost......"

The man slowly looks around and starts to scribe something down.

If you still need help,ask me.I know what you feel since......Just ask me if you wish. I.Düsterwald

The old man vanishes as he turns..........

 

[PsionScribe]

A short man, with carrying many holy symbols, potions, antitoxins, and charms walks up to the board and frantically reads.

He then signs after looking at the other notes.

It read:

Aye, I do knoweth how to rid the beast of your body. Thou seeth that I, laden with thee articles of holiness and peace, beith a Magickal Healer, one who cures the ill. Thou must take the Moon Stone, lighteth the torch of Good Will, reciteth the fourteenth chapter of the Book of Lays, and bringeth Remedy and Elixir into thy body. Any further questions and if thee would liketh to see me, thou must seeth Cayce in the Tavern on Oerth.

The man ponders for a little while, then leaves mumbling something about a man named Gargyl

 

[Eminenz]

The old man returns and notices the new note.
He arches an eyebrow as he does and folds his arms.
"The beast?No one sees the gift of being undead.....beast...."
He shakes his head as he slowly walks away
"This world has changed too much........"

 

[PsionScribe]

Cayce, the short man, scribbles another note.

It reads:

One million pardoneths, I beggeth for. I seeth that the incorporeal or undead do haveth a gifted sideth. Terribly sorrowful, beith I am. The dark Gargyl is who I feareth the most. Gargyl beith a darkest shadoweth lord of the undeath, who hath trapped thy family, beith of mine.

Cayce walks off mumbling,

One million apologies, yes, yes, that is what I said.

 

[Eminenz]

He returns again reading the note...
He folds his arms as he did before and raises an eyebrow thistime.
He scribes down a few words
There is no Lord of the Undead,only creaturs who claim this title,only creatures who corrupt the gifted beings know known as undead.
No matter if they are dead or alife,their motivations are in most cases just too mortal.I am sorry about your familie,i am sorry for belleza,sorry for the fear and suffering...but a Vampire is just as evil as his heart is...
He turns and walks out,not sure about what he scribed down
o O (Someday they will understand.... )

 

[Belleza]

*A young woman walks up to the board and reads all the notes that have been left, writing one herself...*

No longer am I a vampire. I saught out another way to get rid of my curse and I have accomplished it. Thus, I don't need the help from any of the noters. Thank you anyways but you can all just forget about this.No longer am I a vampire. I saught out another way to get rid of my curse and I have accomplished it. Thus, I don't need the help from any of the noters. Thank you anyways but you can all just forget about this.

Belleza

*Belleza nods and steps away, proud to be human once more.*

 

[Eminenz]

Reads the final note and nods...
He laughs a bit as he turns and shakes his head as he walks out...

 

[Drindin]

A lizard man approaches the board. He sees the term "undead" used in the same sentence as the word "gift" and seems quite angered at this.

Gift!? Undeath is a scourge upon the planes. It corrupts the soul and twists the body. It warps the mind and drives once good men and women insane. There is no such thing as a truly 'good' undead. Ghouls feast on the flesh of the living, zombies and skeletons are mindless, and vampires are malevolent beasts that feed on the blood humanoids. Tell me now that 'undeath' is a gift. I tell you, anything that causes such behavior in a living creature is not a 'gift'. Much rather, it is a disease, nay, a curse.

 

[Eminenz]

Returning once more the old man finds a new note....
He shakes his head as he scribes something down....
Isnt it a gift to have keen sences as a vampire,or the abillity to focus energy as a lich,isnt it wrong to hunt creatures because they are not alife?Because they are different,just a few studie the the creatures I call gifted,just a few understand their motivations.In fact it is humankind and all the other mortal races that coruppted the undead as you call them,it happend milenia ago,as those once gifted creatures became evil,because of hate and fear,because of the lack of knowlege,slowly one after the other lost the will to go on,to go side by side with the mortals.Your kind hunted us,day and night,we had no place where we belonged anylonger....and so you had all we once possesed,families,freedom,peace and most important of them all the right to exist.The ghouls,zombies,skelletons and all the other minor creatures are nothing more than the rest of tormented souls you created by your own,they are nothing more than mindless tools,between good and evil because their master desides what they do......