Post by BlackRose on Sept 21, 2009 20:48:38 GMT -5
She sat at the table with a warm mug of Apple cider with she sniffed it cinnamon in it. she smiled lightly it reminded her of her childhood, so long ago that was. she thought it was amusing peoples expectations of vampires they only drank and ate raw flesh and blood. wrong they could eat and drink but it didn't sustain them. and that they couldn't have children wrong though no one knew it there were several pure bloods running around along with some half vampire children the grey prince of the arena was one of them. thought the poor dear didn't know he was half vampire.
she finished a sip of her warm cider, her hair cascades down her back as always though in the light of the inn it seemed warmer than what it normally was.
She looked out one of the windows the sunset against the colored trees it was autumn in Cyrodiil. Harvest time and everyone talking preparations for the cold winter sure to hit. her stone carved sun sat upon her bosom which was covered in her typical black dress she had taken to wearing around during the day and early evening hours. she didn't need to feed tonight as she had a bottle of blood upstairs in her rented room. she was here gathering things she would need and a was after a gift so too speak that she stashed here in the basement of the chapel at one point.
she might have a problem though... apparently the chapel under croft was haunted. and she obviously didn't want to deal with ghost or otehr things. she wondered if she could bribe a priest into escorting her to her 'ancestors' tomb. technically it was her mothers... but they didn't need to know that. she also needed to visit her father's his was more difficult to get too. as he is buried further down in the under croft in a sealed section. she would claim them to be her many great grandparents and she was left some jewels they had been berried with.
she sighed it made her sad to think most people think vampires' as cruel emotionless creatures with no heart. that they were just mindless predators... those who succumb to madness do become nothing better then beast. though a great many of Vampires do not. look at Hassildor, he was a vampire and he ran Skingrad, impressive by her standards. but their was Falcan she smiled as she sipped her cider and sighed. but it was a bittersweet sigh, she never told anyone but she carried a vial of the cure for vampirism with her at all times...when she was finally done with this immortal life, drinking it would kill her. because she surpassed her human lifespan a few lifetimes ago. she wondered if she would ever need to drink her poison? she highly doubted it. maybe if everything went well she wouldn't need to and a immortal life would be pleasing.
Like those 'damned' high elves of the Cheydinhal picking the right partner was important, for long lives are very lonely.
she thought back to earlier today when she asked a priest about retrieving the said items from her 'ancestors'...
"you can retrieve them my lady but i would suggest you have a warrior accompany you especially down to the lower levels of the Under croft. as many spirits roam down there now. and your ancestors are rather far down."
...Apparently when someone dies the older coffins are lowered deeper down, and so on and so forth. she would need someone to help her though who? she thought as she sipped her warm cider. the sunset casting beautiful warm colors threw the window.
she finished a sip of her warm cider, her hair cascades down her back as always though in the light of the inn it seemed warmer than what it normally was.
She looked out one of the windows the sunset against the colored trees it was autumn in Cyrodiil. Harvest time and everyone talking preparations for the cold winter sure to hit. her stone carved sun sat upon her bosom which was covered in her typical black dress she had taken to wearing around during the day and early evening hours. she didn't need to feed tonight as she had a bottle of blood upstairs in her rented room. she was here gathering things she would need and a was after a gift so too speak that she stashed here in the basement of the chapel at one point.
she might have a problem though... apparently the chapel under croft was haunted. and she obviously didn't want to deal with ghost or otehr things. she wondered if she could bribe a priest into escorting her to her 'ancestors' tomb. technically it was her mothers... but they didn't need to know that. she also needed to visit her father's his was more difficult to get too. as he is buried further down in the under croft in a sealed section. she would claim them to be her many great grandparents and she was left some jewels they had been berried with.
she sighed it made her sad to think most people think vampires' as cruel emotionless creatures with no heart. that they were just mindless predators... those who succumb to madness do become nothing better then beast. though a great many of Vampires do not. look at Hassildor, he was a vampire and he ran Skingrad, impressive by her standards. but their was Falcan she smiled as she sipped her cider and sighed. but it was a bittersweet sigh, she never told anyone but she carried a vial of the cure for vampirism with her at all times...when she was finally done with this immortal life, drinking it would kill her. because she surpassed her human lifespan a few lifetimes ago. she wondered if she would ever need to drink her poison? she highly doubted it. maybe if everything went well she wouldn't need to and a immortal life would be pleasing.
Like those 'damned' high elves of the Cheydinhal picking the right partner was important, for long lives are very lonely.
she thought back to earlier today when she asked a priest about retrieving the said items from her 'ancestors'...
"you can retrieve them my lady but i would suggest you have a warrior accompany you especially down to the lower levels of the Under croft. as many spirits roam down there now. and your ancestors are rather far down."
...Apparently when someone dies the older coffins are lowered deeper down, and so on and so forth. she would need someone to help her though who? she thought as she sipped her warm cider. the sunset casting beautiful warm colors threw the window.