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| Mordeth's Letter | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 13 2006, 01:32 AM (464 Views) | |
| Mordeth Van Alucard | Nov 13 2006, 01:32 AM Post #1 |
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Old Skool
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Lady Adora, Hail Lady, may the darkness always cover you with favor. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Mordeth Van Alucard, purveyor of ancient mysteries and student of all manners of acarnum. I have recently found myself in your fine city, and have left this letter as a means of introducing myself. I wish to comb the city's depths and abyssal chasms in search of knowledge, however, as I have learned from experience, when there is a Mistress of the Night dwelling in a city, it is always a good and well advised plan of action to attain her permission before one begins poking about. I would like to meet with you, if you are so inclined, as I am sure you have questions to put to me. I have questions of my own as well. There is no reason I have been able to foresee that I should attempt (vainly I am sure) to hide my whereabouts. I am staying at the Della Morte Inn, in the Heart of the City, in the Crypt Suite, which, incidentally, is one of the subjects I wish to inquire about. I look forward to further correspondense. Sincerely and insanely yours, Mordeth Van Alucard (A strange warding glyph is burnt onto the paper below the signature) |
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| The High Priestess | Nov 14 2006, 10:40 PM Post #2 |
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She was lounging on her recliner daintily puffing a thin joint when her butler entered the room, silver tray in hand, an envelope upon it. She looked over lazily at him as she leaned forward setting the J in a black art deco ashtray and reaching for her long black onyx cigarette wand. She reached for the envelope as she lit the end of the wand with her silver zippo. Her butler handed her a silver opener, and she easily sliced open the end of the envelope. She puffed from the end of her cigarette wand as she read the enclosed letter, noticing at the end the burnt marking in the paper. After finishing she thought for a moment. in the end deciding that she would like to meet this fellow. " Antionne, please bring me my writing kit." She said waving him off, she finished her joint while waiting for his return. On his tray he brought a leather case, and a sheet of crisp expensive paper, also a class of what looked like red wine, but probably was not. " Thank you." She said taking a sip from the glass as he set the writing kit on the table in front of her. " Wonderful age dear, about 22?" She guessed jokingly. Tempest set down her glass and opened the kit pulling out a long black ravens quil and a small black pot of expensive ink, she also set out black wax and her metal signature brand, and a small bottal of rose, and vanilla scented oils. She then began writing. Mordeth Van Alucard, I found your letter rather intriguing, and would love to meet with you. I actually have an opening in my schedule tomarrow if you would like to meet me at my home. I am taking the day away from the club so we will have time to chat. I'm thinking 3pm would be a good time. See you tomarrow, Truly, Tempest Adora (Master of the City) She took the bottle of scented oils and splashed the page with it lightly, then blew on the parchment to dry the ink and oils. She then folded the crisp paper and placed it into an envelope. Lighting a lighter she heated the wax and let it drip onto the back of the envelope, when there was a nice size puddle of wax she took her brand and pressed it into the hot goo. When she removed the brand her seal stood out. Tempest then handed the letter to Antoinne and told him to send it right away. She could hardly wait for there meeting, she was curiouse about the man. |
![]() [size=6]Revolution is not something fixed in ideology, nor is it something fashioned to a particular decade. It is a perpetual process embedded in the human spirit. ---•Abbey Hoffman[/size] | |
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| Mordeth Van Alucard | Nov 17 2006, 01:39 PM Post #3 |
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Mordeth had received the response letter much faster than he had expected. He read it over quickly and nodded himself, taking a deep drag on his cigarette, a vanilla flavored Bidi imported from India. He set the letter down and tamped out his Bidi. Now, he thought to himself, what to wear? The next day Mordeth strode out of the Inn, resplendant in a finely tailored pair of black slacks and shirt, both silk. The shirt was open down the chest, revealing his many bizarre tattoos. Around his neck gleamed a silver rosary chain with an inverted pentacle hanging at the end. He shrugged on his long, heavy fur coat as he walked out the door, swinging his umbrella jauntily. The limousine he had ordered was waiting for him, purring at the corner like a large black panther. He smiled, his eye-teeth freshly painted red. He was looking forward to his appointment. He had heard that Tempest Adora was quite a specimen of immortal beauty. He would see for himself, of course. One-hundred and fifty years of life had taught him that feminine beauty was, more often than not, purely skin deep. He climbed into the limousine and nodded to the driver's reflection in the rear-view. The driver pulled away from the curb and into the traffic as Mordeth pushed a button on the door's arm-rest, sliding the privacy screen shut. That accomplished, Mordeth began pulling various items out of his pockets for inspection. A vial of Liquid Agony, a gelatinous red liquid that, when shattered upon someone, would cause mind-rending, tortuous pain, rendering them immobile. A long, thin leather bag of sulphur, a silver cigarette box that contained chalk sticks, his straight-razor, and a tattered book of spells, bound in human flesh. On the cover was sewn a shriveled human eye. He looked at these things and nodded to himself and placed them back within the depths of his fur coat. Satisfied, Mordeth lit a cigarette, dragging deeply and chuffed the blue smoke out of his nostrils. Suddenly something occured to him, and he reached a hand quickly into one of his many deceptively hidden pockets and withdrew a black package. He smiled, good, he hadn't forgotten it. Soon the limousine stopped and the driver climbed out and opened the door for Mordeth to step out. Mordeth stood next to the door for a moment, breathing deep of the cool, preternaturally dark air, and smiled at the driver, dropping two small diamonds into his outstretched hand. Mordeth walked away without waiting to see the inevitable expression of wonder on the man's face. He walked briskly to the large front-door and knocked softly, waiting. |
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| The High Priestess | Dec 6 2006, 11:11 PM Post #4 |
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Tempest had dressed to impress for her meeting with Mr. Van Alucard. She had worn a long navy blue satin gown that hung to the floor, the shiny material clung to her body like a glove showing off her perfect hour glass figure. The strapless bodice of the dress left plenty of room for the saphire teardrop pendant that fell lightly against her full boosum. She wore a mink wrap around her shoulders and simply jewelled pumps. Her arms were decorated with saphire and diamond bracelets, and teardrop bobbles decorated her ears. She had worn her hair in a pile of blond curls atop her head, and held in place with a diamond and saphire tiara. She sat in her smoking room puffing on a joint when her butler informed her that her guest had arrived. " Please show him in Antoinne, and bring me a fresh martini when you return please." Tempest said taking a look in the mirror, before slinking over to a large black leather chair and taking a seat. She lit a cigarette from the end of her long black onyx, jewell encrusted wand, as she waited. |
![]() [size=6]Revolution is not something fixed in ideology, nor is it something fashioned to a particular decade. It is a perpetual process embedded in the human spirit. ---•Abbey Hoffman[/size] | |
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| Mordeth Van Alucard | Dec 8 2006, 01:39 PM Post #5 |
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Mordeth followed the butler into the beautifully decorated mansion, hardly sparing a second glance for the luxury surrounding him. He had seen all this and more, but it was a comforting sign. Mistress Adora was obviously a cultured vamp. Some migh allow that to allow them to let their guard down, foolishly linking culture with benevolence. Mordeth smirked as he walked past some portraits hanging on the walls. The butler was moving very quickly, so he couldn't be sure, but he thought those could very well be the portraits of her lineage. He mentally noted to ask her of it when he was finally introduced. By the Gods this was a huge bloody house. Finally the butler stopped at a wonderfully worked door and announced to him that, "The Lady awaits you sir, please enter." Mordeth nodded to the man and walked into the sitting room. When his eyes fell upon Tempest his breath caught ever so subtly in the back of his throat. He hadn't know she was thisbeautiful. Mordeth covered his thoughts well and said in a nonchalant, almost stony voice, "Hail, Lady of the city. We meet at last." He bowed slightly, smiling his clownish, scarred grin, revealing his freshly painted eye-teeth, glittering like blood-stones in the darkness of his mouth. |
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| The High Priestess | Dec 12 2006, 09:59 AM Post #6 |
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As the man entered Tempest curiosity peaked higher, he was rather mysterious looking, and had a wise aura surounding him. She sensed power and age rolling off of him, her adreniline rose as she began wondering how she would best be able to use this vampire. Her thoughts trailed though as she stood and sauntered towards him, she circled him eyeing him up and down, as she puffed from her long onyx cigarette wand, eventually stopping in front of him. " Hello Mr. Van Alucard, it is wonderfull to meet you, to what do I owe this honor?" She purred releasing smoke from her lips in a slow thin trail as she spoke. |
![]() [size=6]Revolution is not something fixed in ideology, nor is it something fashioned to a particular decade. It is a perpetual process embedded in the human spirit. ---•Abbey Hoffman[/size] | |
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