(SOOOOO Sorry I took so long, Life's been tiring. Anyway, feel free to split off into other threads as soon as you want, I'm not sure how unified the RP in this one will be)<br/><br/>Steven walked the dark streets of the city, jacket closed over himself as the cool autumn air hit him in the form of a light breeze. It had been an exhausting day, having met with the other archmages to take account of the current status of things around the area and what business had to be taken care of.<br/><br/>As it was, he had agrees to go firsthand and alone into vampiric territory to gauge the surroundings, figuring out what 'claimed' areas were unoccupied and figure out if any of the more feral types needed to be culled as threats to mage society and the mortal population in general.<br/><br/>Currently, against his better judgment, but wanting results, he had a weak spell active, emitting a deathly resonance that was effectively acting as a vampire 'pheromone', giving an attraction to Steven, as if he was a weakened, yet healthy mortal, easy pickings as it were. In several ways...<br/><br/>"Damn it, I know you bloodsuckers are out here, show yourselves...", he mutters under his breath as his eyes dart about, scanning for any sign of movement.<br/><br/>Archmage or not, he was still on edge. Every magic user knew that a spell was useless if even a fledgling vampire got the jump on you, as mages, being nearly mortal, were fragile by comparison. Stories of even ancient wizards being taken captive by the sneakier bloodsuckers often circulated throughout the ranks of the magic users, though exactly how true they were was something that even he, an experienced sort, didn't know for certain. Hopefully....HOPEFULLY, they were overblown...<br/><br/>(Short post for an introduction, but still tired. Sorry. Anyway, we can get this going regardless!)