<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Dante Rodrigo Estevez<br/><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal Vampire / General<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Chadenhoff --&gt; Bronk Residence<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> None</div><br/><hr/><br/>Dante had been informed by one of the servants shortly after the King and his sister had left. He had shaken his head, thinking that foolish boy was going to get himself killed one of these days. That possibility had suddenly become all too real.<br/><br/>So now he found himself dressed in full battle regalia, with four of his Blood Knights assembled before him. His cell phone had rang only a minute ago, but when need was great, vampiric soldiers could be remarkably hasty. It had been Ricardo's mole within the local police department, reporting a suspicious phone call. Dante normally dealt with these things unless they were of great importance, in order to avoid disturbing His Highness. As usual, the mole had played a recording of the call for him.<br/><br/>Dante had recognized Soren's voice immediately. They had dueled on many occasions, as Dante was one of the only vampires in all of Baker that could stand up to the thousand-year-old Outsider in battle... and his victories were usually mixed at best. The one-time Templar hung up without a word, then called for the first team of his knights to assemble.<br/><br/>And now they were getting ready to go to war. Each wore red combat armor (http://benyoboy.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/lars-alexandersson.png), created from RHA (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rolled_homogeneous_armour) steel plates. They carried AA-12 Automatic Shotguns (http://images.gizmag.com/hero/aa-12-combat-shotgun-frag-12-automatic.jpg) and a pair of machetes (http://billstclair.com/blog/images/bk6.jpg), blades and bullets crafted from "blessed silver," as Dante liked to call that special metal that was the bane of all vampirekind. The Blood Kinghts were Dante's finest warriors; he had ensured that no expense was spared in equipping them.<br/><br/>His own armor, while made of the same material, was much more ornate, and much older in its styling. He wore a suit of blood-red full plate mail, covered in skeleton and bat motifs. Fastened to his tasset was the same, ancient longsword that had been his weapon of choice for centuries. The weapon could only be described as an antique because of its age; Dante had taken extremely good care of it over the long passage of time, and it had been made in the first place to kill, not to adorn. It was a relic from his days as a knight, as a holy crusader; one of the few things that still reminded him of his life as a human. The only change he had made to the hilt of the weapon his lover had given him when he joined the Order was to strike off the cross on the pommel and have it replaced with the likeness of a snarling wolf with onyx eyes; he could not bear the sight of the cross anymore. The hilt was golden, wrapped in soft, brown leather, with a straight guard that resembled the sides of a german cross. Though it had pained him, he'd had the blade itself reforged long ago into an alloy of steel and blessed silver (the vampire slayer's metal alone was too flimsy to serve for melee weapons); the steel component had come from the original castle-forged blade. A tattered black cloak hung from his shoulders.<br/><br/>"Gentlemen," he said, his icy blue eyes matching each of theirs, "we may be going into a suicide mission. Soren Altgeist is in the area, and I do not know if he is accompanied." The general's voice was cold, but razor-sharp with repressed anger. "But you are Blood Knights. The finest warriors in this damnable city. And we will rescue our King at any cost.<em>Move out!!</em>" he roared as all five disappeared in a blur, rushing through the mansion, out the front door, and down the road towards the Bronk residence faster than any vehicle could carry them, their passage marked by less than a whisper.