Bruma's secret?

[BlackRose]

((ooc: it just starts in the chapel with mister hunter >3))
he sat down at on the bed in the chapel, his equipment was spread out on the table in front of him. he was taking inventory of what he would need. there was rumors of these creatures of the night residing here in Cyrodiil he decided to try Bruma first, why? because almost all the houses were majority underground, they wouldn't have to sleep if they didn't want too. the sun wasn't out as long it was almost like a permanent winter here. it was like skyrim.
he grumbled remembering the information he received about a week ago from a employee of the jerall view inn. there was a female vampire of incredible age or rather young, who stopped by often. and dragged a man of to her rooms with her and she left with out the man. no one saw the man come from the basement room and when they checked there was no body...that was what was odd. but hey a vampire was a vampire right?

he rubbed his grizzly chin and let his dark eyes roam about everything from his scrolls to his simple stuff. hehad everything he'd have to just by 'nosy' later.

Alessandra was back in Bruma she had news for Falcan though she figured he knew by now. that blasted Bosmer/alyied hybrid thing! he betrayed her precious... she growled and paced in her rooms. it was close to night fall. she didn't have to sit in her rooms as her armor had the enchantments she needed to go look for him in the day. but she had no clue if he was even in Bruma at the moment. the man was most likey out closeing gates again... he better becareful or his half-breed arse was in alot of trouble. she was in a simple dress one would expect someone to wear to afternoon tea... it was a soft off white color. the Mythic dawn were moving and soon no matter what anyone said everyone was going to be caught up into the fight...

she finally couldn't take it and left her room grabbingher fur and suede'dress' and wrapped it around her and vclosed the frongs in the fron. then pulled on her cloack over her shoulders and walkd out of the inn. the proprietor nodded ot her as she left witha hurried.
"i'll be back..." she didn;t bring anythign with her for who would give her problems in the city. she opulled her hood over her braided bun hair. and proceedd to walk the streets seeing if she could learn if he was back.
she honestly didn't think he's be able to help him but it was worth a try...maybe...if it would get him turned..eventually..if not..oh well she'd look for another equal...eventually.

so many eventuallys for an immortal such as she she has time more than most men would knwo wjhat to do with...speaking of men...she was craveing human heart. no she'd do that later...much later the bandits that were residing down the road one of them wouldn't know what hit 'em...

[Lucien Lachance]

The Strange vampire was in the area, though remained to himself, a lot. The cold wasn’t his favorite however he was dressed warmly, a heavy black cape hung his body the slit in the front barely visible, with a large caller in around his neck with some red and gold colored trim. His hair seemed hang around his shoulders, bangs just over his forehead not in his eyes, save that one lock of hair that hung right between his eyes, why was that there anyway? He huffed and tried to blow it out of his face boredly.

He was standing on the higher level of the town over looking the people walking around, he liked watching people. After all he did have a lot to learn and catch upon….with this thought he let out a small sigh and shifted lightly as a breeze hit him. Though he didn’t move he almost looked like a statue. Also able to since another vampire in the area though just decided to watch the city a moment longer a few guards had already started to wonder if he was frozen stiff or something.

[Immortal Swine]

Draken sometimes was in a heated argument with Raven. Eventually the arguments ended but never soon enough.

Draken rushed inside room, returning from a perilous journey. His skin was torn up to shreds, his face scarred and bruised and his right arm broken and his chest burned. "Where were you?" Raven asked him. She was in the dining area, reading a book while eating her favorite food. Draken did not say a word back to her so soon, instead he grabbed two bottles of blood and started drinking them, slowly regenerating his lost flesh and charred chest. "Caught at sea with a group of pirates. I took sleep under the deck and they discovered me. While I slept they threw a rum and beer over me, set me aflame. I tried to fight them off but I was unable to..I..I retreated to the sea." he paused. "The slaughterfish got to me" he complained.

"Last time you wandered out alone, you were in no condition to supervise your own convalescence" she said in a annoyed tone.

Draken frowned at her. "I will remain ward of myself from this point forward".

"Ward to yourself" Raven repeated in an exacting tone.

"When it comes to mmy feeding routine and journeys" He said with a low voice.

Draken grabbed his sword and helmet, tossing them across the room.

"Useless weapons!" he shouted "Useless, Useless! Useless!"

Raven watched her brother with a rising concern.

"What is troubling you, brother?" Raven finally asked in concern rather than sarcasm or pure bitterness.

Draken turned to her, drinking the blood, fixing his wounded skin. He failed to get to his location due to the pirates shoving him away.

"If we had our coven..OUR throne, we would not be in this situation. We live like animals!"

Raven rose to her feet, setting the book down. Her black robe slowly treading the floor. She walked next to her brother, setting her arm on his shoulder.

"Your anger is wasted on yourself. You must reserve your rage for times when you can profit from it". She appraised Draken again.

"We can win this fight eventually, but we must remain hidden. Then, when the time is right. We strike! we rule with our fearsome power. They shall look to our faces and fear".

Draken sighed, heavily siting himself down on the chair.

"Once more your thoughs betray you. I see you are not fully convinced".

Glancing at her, Draken gestured his hands to his torn skin and face, then gestured in a similar manner to Raven "Look at us. Are these the faces of victory?"

Raven watched her brother, careful to keep herself from becoming too angry or sickened with his self pity.

"We are not this crude stuff, brother. Have you not heard that before?" she said.

"Yes" Draken said, saddened. "Yes, ive head it before. Too often"

"But from me you will learn the truth of it"

Draken lifted his face. "In the same manner you said we could overthrow father and rule..we where hundreds, diminshed to six."

Raven changed her tone to a more compassionate one. "Sometimes destiny has other plans for us. Rest, slumber. We will continue this conversation later" she said.

Draken disagreed. "No, I am leaving. I need some time for myself"



Raven sighed and shook her head. "If it will calm you, then I suggest you do, perhaps we should go together".

Draken dissaproved. "No, I rather be on my own. I do not mean disrespect either". He said, wondering why she was being so nice.

"Then so it is".

"Where are you going?".

"Bruma" He said in a thick, gaunt tone.

"May I inquire as to why?" she said.

Draken smiled and got up, punching her slightly in the arm.

"You might" he said, packing up and leaving, getting some new gear ready for the trip. He did not feel like telling his sister but he knew what was in Bruma and he missed it very much so.

"I wont be long" He said.

"Very well, I will await here. Do not get yourself into trouble". She warned.

"Your acting like mother, since when dont we get into trouble?"

Raven twitched her nose and chuckled. "Leave" she finally said to her brother. Draken rolled his eyes and left, heading out for Bruma.

[BlackRose]

Alessandra sighed as she walked out of Bruma, the snow starting to fall. The guard on duty at the gate was giving her a funny look. for two reasons one she was awoman, well not really there were women out there who could give some of the strongest men a run for there money. Two most importantly she was leaving at night, and night in these parts was scuicidal...for most people. not her and well she was proud of that fact being a vampire a beautiful and dangerous creature of the night.

Earlier while wondering town last night she was talking to the bard Alga, while she was in olav's Tap and Tack. Alga said that her mate had a run in with some trouble, trouble with bandits. Besides her bard-y-ness...whatever you call it, and his mineing was there only income, how they made there living.

Alessandra sighed and made sure she had that falchion tied at her waste as she left. why was she nice to these people? honestly if they couldn't help themselves...but it was like some one she knew said...'to do it so no one else has too', Sad thing was she agreed. she stayed on the road walking Eastwards on the dorection Alga had said where her mate went for his mining. she wanted human heart...and to gorge herself just a little bit. it's not like anyone will see her eat like a pig will they?

She never did it often, as it was she felt justified these Bandits attacked, harmed mained and even killed others just for what ever measly goods they had. and bruma wasn't a very rich city... and plus it was such a waste of food...maybe she'd take a few of the human hearts and store them for later...she liked that idea.

she was jumbled out of her musings, as a small hand full of men approached her, 'well' she thought to herself 'i didn't have to go very far...'

"why hello there missy, what brings you out here?"

"watch it Jarth..."

"awe come on what little missy can wield a sword that big?"

"your right...as always.."

"i know i am now... little missy what brings you out here?"

"oh you know looking for some excitement." she battered her eyelashes at the bandits, but inside she made a retching sound...'filthy animals' she though to herself..." and i wanted to find some big strong men like yourselves..." she fanned herself with her hand. "deffiantly going to barf latter..." she thought to herself.

[Lucien Lachance]

The vampire in the city still good stood there a moment before shifting again and took a deep breath looking towards the sky then yawned , before twisting on his heal and walking off. A few guards still eyed him suspiciously. Sensing the other vampire left the city he didn’t really care to be nosy, so just walked around the almost frozen town.

Gaze lazily drifting from one spot to another, he came to a halt as his thirst seemed to come back. He chuckled lightly to himself then sighed deeply.

[Immortal Swine]

Draken walked the lands with his katana sheathed and his black and bergundy outfit. Admiring the cool night air, the smell of fresh blood all around. It was soothing.

Bruma was a few miles away and Draken did not feed for awhile. He was being persued by a few enemies. Feeding was not nescessary. The warm areas was behind him while the cold breeze was touching his skin already. Bruma was near. The cold was like Skyrim. The stars were out, few blocked by the dark & heavy clouds. Eventually, Draken could see Bruma far off but something else caught his eye. A purple beam shot up in the sky, it was nearby. Draken was interested and curious, he walked towards it. Pulling his sleeve further to his hands.

Vaultren got there, walking past the ice filled trees and snowy ground. Infront of him were a group of Necromancers, atleast seven of them. Draken shook his head and was heading back until a man called out to him. Curious of who he was. Draken always hated Necromancers. Since he was dead, he despised anyone who manipulated corspes or dealt with the dead.

Draken bared his teeth and pulled out his sword, obviously frustrated. He had no intention of speaking with them. Draken preared to attack. He would be doing Cyrodiil a favor!.

[BlackRose]

Alessandra sat down a licked her fingers, the blood coming off. the men around her groaned well the ones still 'alive'. she left them barley alive so she could enjoy ripping there hearts from there bodies. she sat on the log by there fire relaxing no one was getting up anytime soon.

maybe she acted to quickly earlier? nah the bandits got what they deserved. she looked down at the leader, she left him alive and well. he was tied up though. he would pay for his trespass. he looked frightened he had watched her one by one destroy his band of bandits.

Alessandra crossed her legs and folded her hands together placing her head on there folded hands, her elbows on her lap.

"ah what has you so frightened cattle? are you afraid of little old me?" she giggled. "you should be, you should learn never to underestimate someone hmm?" she ran a finger along the side of his face..."but alas you won't get to learn from your mistake will you?" she dragged her nail across his check cutting it open the blood running down his face.

"but i think I'll finish off your men first don't you agree? you see human hearts are very very nutritious." she got up liking her finger of his blood. and wondered over to his men, and a few women.