<strong>Emily</strong><br/><br/>Phera looked to the young vampire and shook her head. But she didn't seemed to be doing so due to anything the young vampire said or did more to the situation she represented. Marget (the woman wearing pearls) then sighed rudely<br/><br/><strong>"Look girl, what youv'e found yourself in is something you should walk away from as fast as you can. You dont know how much Ruthar has insulted the Dutchess in the past, you dont understand how strong hatred between other elders can be."</strong><br/><br/>The other friend of Phera's Lisa nodded in silent agreement before injecting her own opinion<br/><br/><strong>"You being affiliated with him at ALL casts a shadow on you beyond what you know, he always has an <br/>entourage of several women, ever wonder why none are with him now ?"<br/></strong><br/><br/><strong>"Because he kills them, most vampires feed or turn, he likes to play with them then kill them<br/>and does it in a dramatic way such that their last moments are that of fear and horror. He is responsible<br/>for the bad name vampires have. Phera did a lot to try and get him to change his mind, gave him<br/>one of her best servants to train him otherwise... and do you know what he did ?"</strong><br/><br/>The woman seemed angry it seemed either the servant a friend of Lisa, or Ruthlar could have hurt Lisa in another way,  something closer to home. Either way the moment that was mentioned the faces of all three seemed to darken.<br/><br/><strong>"We may be undead, not living but we do have souls I beleive, Ruthlar doesn't, some are beyond being helped"</strong><br/><br/>Phera snapped her fingers and pointed to Ruthlars struggling form. Immediately three house hands appeared<br/>one with a mallet another with an axe slung on their belts. With gloved hands they crudely dragged the body<br/>away about the edge of the house, but by the looks of their expressions if he wasn't already dead he soon will be. The moment that happened it seemed that the other three elder female vampires regained some color in their skin,<br/>slight smiles licked graced their faces.<br/><strong><br/>"Now that ugly business is being seen to, lets address immediate matters. Please dont think poorly of Lisa and Margret, they are close friends for a reason. That man cost us a lot, a man we helped .. a man we .... loved, but that man no longer exists. The curse of our kin is that memories do not fade, more just stack onto each other until they choke relevance of anything new. Sometimes I think the drama and frustration of so many competing thoughts gives the elders their power and is the source of the strength of the ancients."</strong><br/><br/>To that the others nodded their head, although none seemed happy with the idea.<br/><br/><strong>"Still your new you were not to know, if you did you wouldn't be here. But if he mentioned that you should come here then I know he would have exhausted all other options. This is grim news. Now Emily .. yes most elders here know your name, beauty drives rumors quickly...  come I will explain what I can, for I think its not just you out of your league here" </strong><br/><br/>At that she marched purposefully towards the main entrance of her impressive residence, as she did<br/>the doors opened to reveal an impressive scene. Unlike most places of the times the room was devoid<br/>of objects of art or decoration, the reason later became clear, for they would obscure the walls which themselves seemed to be the centerpiece.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://www.trendir.com/archives/degage-foyer-medium-45762.jpg)<br/></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Dr. Kian Vance<br/></strong><br/>Drip drip drip.<br/><br/>After three minutes of the Dr focusing a picture came to him, one that felt reveal something close,<br/>with each echoing drip more detail resolved in the vision, one that quickly became apparent<br/>to be the source of the dripping itself.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://www.funnycommercialsworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Asylum-626.jpg)<br/></div><br/><strong>"K ... K Kayyyy ... Kain.<br/><br/>ffff Found you I have.<br/>llll Labyrthn your in.<br/>rrr Run you must.<br/>www For Walls being more thin.<br/><br/>Innn Insane now source<br/>Offf of energy to form.<br/>fffff Fade persons of which<br/>llleee leaving gateway time-worn.<br/><br/>Rrrrr Rid world of the mad does<br/>ttt To Replace with whats worse.<br/>Innn Induce horror it loves<br/>Usss ... Using mirrrors as doors<br/><br/>ooo others you need join<br/>fff Face what others cant<br/>ccc curse to you be gift<br/>aa avoid calling you shant.<br/><br/>bb Britian has lakes<br/>ooo One be deeper than most<br/>pp Purpose not plain know<br/>iii Its use to you need show<br/><br/>www Water never wasted<br/>whhh while unwants choked tainted<br/>sss simply deterant towards clearer <br/>uuu until its need be more dearer"<br/></strong><br/><br/>the face then disappeared from the vision<br/><br/>drip drip drip ... after six successive dripping echo's afterwards, so too the vision itself.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Rose <br/></strong><br/>Running to where the last vision faded indeed provided Rose a scent that was distinctive, academic skills she may lack but most academics would be surprised at how well life can manage without them and how long life had. After a few broad intakes of breath the scent of yew trees .. old ones, more like yew wood, but different. Very old, scenting seemed to change matters.<br/><br/>It seemed to familiar, the scent of a place she had smelled a long time ago, very long. as a wolf ? Still as long as it was her nature could place scents as accurately as some humans could recall pictures. It reminded her of a small place a small building, made of yew wood. Something quaint about it, but horrible in what it implied same breath, relevant but  lost or forgotten.... then it clicked. It was the scent of a church, a small one.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://www.visitcumbria.com/malcolm/wasdalehead-mm017.jpg)<br/></div><br/>One she had visited before, sniffed about .. one perhaps at a run perhaps three days away ?<br/>Through hilly country though, one where hunting wasn't easy and running could easily see one's<br/>ankle being broken.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Stráž<br/></strong><br/>The children woke with a start. Some jaws moved but all seemed too scared to make a sound. Blankets were pulled above them and all but one started shaking. Each though formed tears in their eyes<br/><br/><strong>"We didn't know, we didn't think it would work, we are sorry to disturb you"</strong>one of them finally managed<br/><strong><br/>"We don't want a demon to control us, we don't want to loose our souls to the devil, we asked you to appear<br/>but we didn't ask anything of you, please that can't be enough to loose our souls"</strong><br/><br/>As similar comments followed the gargoyle looked about, one of them still was scared silent, but under her<br/>bed was the board and paraphernalia that the Straz noticed along side it. One which seemed to glow to his vision was the vial of .. something.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vr3Kz59CGZY/TLtTg59GEuI/AAAAAAAADMg/0H4ghGcjYN0/s1600/6+silver+bottle.jpg)</div><br/><strong>"Please release us from whatever hold you have over our souls ... please, we wont mess with what we don't understand again we promise" </strong>the bravest of them stammered.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Zahira Naqvi<br/></strong><br/>< OOC: Excellent role playing ! lurrved your post,- I will post after you have swapped a few posts with your new friend :) ><br/>