Elvenoff
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 25, 2009
- Location
- Some where looking for myself
Transfixed, the dark silhouette’s thoughts were not upon the stunning lights of the big city but upon the stunning love that has managed to escape his realm. Anger drifted through his body, only the clenched fists at his sides and the stern features of his face gave up this emotion, an emotion that seldom visited this form but when it did all those whom served this master kept a safe distance from him.
“Mi’Lord,” came from a courageous voice from behind. “We have located her.” Alexia voice spoke from a dark and out of reach corner of the room. “However,” she took a step toward him, “She has fled to the city of Sterling.” a fact that she knew would even flare his anger more for that was the city of the hunters. The straightening of his shoulders verified her knowledge of the master.
Romstrahd’s narrow fingers tapped impatiently upon the railing of the mansion’s east wing balcony. “Send them,” he flatly stated, not caring of the hunters that occupied the city. The cost of a few fledglings was irrelelevant to the recapturing of his lost love.
“By your orders Mi’Lord.” Alexia responded half way out of the room, knowing that was the action he was going to take. His love for this being was monstrously overweighing all else.
Rick entered the out rimmed titty bar, not for the reason why so many men come here, but for the rumors that this place sheltered some of the things that go bump in the night. A statement that he used to explain the things that he hunted. Vampires, he hated them with a passion, a passion that fueled his steps when he came across any Intel of where they have created their hovel.
Rick's short wavy coal colored hair wasn’t groomed for a night out on the town, but was still slightly damp from his shortly expired time from his shower. His emerald orbs scanned over the bar several times looking for these creatures that mingled in the sunless time frame of the ending day. His hand reached in under his dark brown trench coat and shifted a few tools of his trade to a more accessible position.
He slowly, with quick eye glancing shots from his orbs, he made his way to the bar. His inner senses tingled as it normally does when these creatures of the night are about in close proximity to his location. It wasn’t a long wait when a familiar voice reached his ear.
“Hey, Rick what’s up?” came from the rusty voice of the barkeep.
“Nothing much Joe, just came to see what was going on, see if there was any new blood.” He was hoping that Joe could lower the number of suspects that he was presently facing.
Rick....
“Mi’Lord,” came from a courageous voice from behind. “We have located her.” Alexia voice spoke from a dark and out of reach corner of the room. “However,” she took a step toward him, “She has fled to the city of Sterling.” a fact that she knew would even flare his anger more for that was the city of the hunters. The straightening of his shoulders verified her knowledge of the master.
Romstrahd’s narrow fingers tapped impatiently upon the railing of the mansion’s east wing balcony. “Send them,” he flatly stated, not caring of the hunters that occupied the city. The cost of a few fledglings was irrelelevant to the recapturing of his lost love.
“By your orders Mi’Lord.” Alexia responded half way out of the room, knowing that was the action he was going to take. His love for this being was monstrously overweighing all else.
Rick entered the out rimmed titty bar, not for the reason why so many men come here, but for the rumors that this place sheltered some of the things that go bump in the night. A statement that he used to explain the things that he hunted. Vampires, he hated them with a passion, a passion that fueled his steps when he came across any Intel of where they have created their hovel.
Rick's short wavy coal colored hair wasn’t groomed for a night out on the town, but was still slightly damp from his shortly expired time from his shower. His emerald orbs scanned over the bar several times looking for these creatures that mingled in the sunless time frame of the ending day. His hand reached in under his dark brown trench coat and shifted a few tools of his trade to a more accessible position.
He slowly, with quick eye glancing shots from his orbs, he made his way to the bar. His inner senses tingled as it normally does when these creatures of the night are about in close proximity to his location. It wasn’t a long wait when a familiar voice reached his ear.
“Hey, Rick what’s up?” came from the rusty voice of the barkeep.
“Nothing much Joe, just came to see what was going on, see if there was any new blood.” He was hoping that Joe could lower the number of suspects that he was presently facing.
Rick....