Somewhere deep within the Devil's Pit

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Somewhere deep within the Devil's Pit

Post by Trandafir » Tue Oct 31, 2017 4:40 am

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Early evening after the Masque

Cyan had sent a raven to Hcaz earlier that morning.

For a meeting place, he had requested for an old friend to provide him with a space he could talk in private, away from prying eyes - Conrad's eyes, to be more specific. It was hard enough to mantain peace within Wrenhaven, if the Royal family knew of the sort of businesses Cyan was involved with... Well, he would no longer live in Wrenhaven. The better outcome would be exile, even though execution would be most likely, in his case.

The sun had already sat, meaning that the vampire could arrive at any time. The space he had arranged was a dusty room somewhere deep down Azurian's subsoil. There were little to no furniture, except for the two chairs and one desk he had arranged for this specific meeting. Windows or openings to allow the moonlight in were a luxury he didn't have, and only faint candles would keep the environment from complete darkness. The sound of mice running around through the dirty tubes would often bother Cyan's ears, but he'd try his best to ignore it. He took a mental note to request for more welcoming lodgings from Rolav Val next time he was in need of them.
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Re: Somewhere deep within the Devil's Pit

Post by DarkButterfly » Wed Nov 22, 2017 4:18 am

Hcaz remembered these tunnels, they had been created to house the sacred dead of a family Hcaz personally despised before his turning. He remembered how much their hubris incessantly annoyed him, it would often get in the way of his work. If could have, he would have eliminated the entire bloodline, but another spiteful family did so before Hcaz was transformed into a vampire. His mind wandering, Hcaz wished he could remember exactly what he did with his life before he became the undead monster he existed as now, but such memories were lost to him.

Despite all that, this ancient mausoleum gave him comfort. Did anyone even know the original purpose of this place? Did anyone remember the name of the perished family? Time erases all, Hcaz could see, and it gladdened him that he had fully embraced vampirism. He had escaped the grip of time and Hcaz fancied that he would find himself at the end of all sentient life, Ragnarok, as an outside observer who would continue on even after it.

Such thoughts of the future would be entertained further at a later date, the vampire assured himself, as he entered the room containing Cyan. Dressed in Hcaz's more comfortable clothes, A white blouse, black vest, black trousers, a dark cloak, thick gloves and a wide brimmed hat all adorned the vampire's body. Thought he did enjoy his clothing, it was more out of necessity that he dressed as he did. Hcaz frequented the outside, and he needed clothing that would cover his skin from the sunlight so that it would not burn and disintegrate.

Taking a seat, Hcaz produced a sheathed dagger and a small vial of a dark, reddish brown liquid. Setting the dagger onto the desk, Hcaz spoke.

"Bef're we beginneth our conv'rsation, I bethought 't prudent to presenteth thee with a gift. Prithee, I wouldst beest hon'r'd if 't be true thee did accept."

If Cyan examined the dagger, unsheathing it, he would find it to be made of pure silver. Not a weapon to be used in combat, but a weapon designed for the sole purpose of killing creatures such as Hcaz. It was a weapon of a long lost time, hundreds of years old. Hcaz took it from the tomb he was buried in, the hunters who imprisoned him prepared the room with everything they believed necessary to combat monsters like Hcaz. The only thing they did not prepare for, interestingly enough, was time. And time was their downfall.
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Re: Somewhere deep within the Devil's Pit

Post by Trandafir » Sat Dec 16, 2017 10:39 pm

Cyan accepted the gift, and after examining it for a moment, a smirk grew on his lips. It was pure silver; one of the very few substances that held the power to kill a vampire. Cyan found Hcaz' choice of a gift amusing, especially for the meaning behind it. He had just given him the tool needed to kill a vampire such as himself, as a true testament of trust. Cyan could've set up a trap, he could've had men waiting to catch Hcaz' off guard and make him prisioner, or at worst, end his ever lasting life (Heavens knew he'd have enemies who'd appreciate it).

"Very well," The white haired man started, while sitting down across from his guest and attaching the recently earned dagger to his belt. "Let's not waste too much time in this hideous place. You want Alma. I need an army." The smile disappeared from Cyan's lips and his voice turned into a serious tone, as he went straight to the point. "Azuria is decaying in the hands of Lady Conhad. It's my duty as heir of the House Fray to protect these lands, and I believe that the Hcazians are the powerful allies I need to take over the city. For it's own good."
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