Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318

All Hallow’s Eve as fast approaching when a stranger in a black cloak dropped off an envelope in your mailbox and left as quickly as they came. Inside the envelope was an extravagant letter, smoking gray parchment with silver trimming, written in a red ink you swear looks like blood. It reads-

''“Good day or evening to you who acquired this, for this letter holds your invitation to a grand celebration at my humble domain. I am Aleric, lord of Vampire Covenant Of The Four Wings. We are celebrating the feast of spirits and embracing it’s mysterious nature. There will be fine foods, exquisite wine and an abundance of entertainment throughout the night. Many lords and ladies will be there, so do socialize. You may come in costume or your finest wears. You are also allowed to bring up to two honored guests. Any further information shall be presented to you upon arrival. We hope you will honor us with your presence.

-Sincerely, Aleric.''

The carriage creaks as it travels up the road to the castle. Moving the curtains you look out the window, your eyes immediately drawn to the lantern hung on the carriage, swinging back and forth with an alien burgundy colored flame lit inside it. Your eyes then adjust to see the awe inspiring castle itself. Great walls surrounding tall towers that threaten to pierce the shining moon above, while gusts of wind and dead leaves wisk about outside.

Ever closer you drew to the castle as you observed guards patrolling the walls, and large firebowls, torches and lanterns strewn all over. A dazzling sight for sure. Finally your carriage passes the threshold of the gatehouse and into the walled area. There was a city within this first level.

Cramped streets and homes on either side of your carriage as people both Mamono and Human celebrate in the streets, wearing costumes and masks. Dancing to humble bards and music as other play games and drink ale. Your carriage continues on to the second level wear the castle rests, and again you pass through another gatehouse and into entrance area outside the main doors.

There in fine black silk stands Imperia Altovadus, the right hand of Aleric, draped in her signature fur cloak. As you exit, your carriage drive whips the reigns and eerily drives off without saying a word. In fact the driver said nothing the entire trip, not to mention he drove the carriage alone, no one sitting in the passenger seat to watch for bandits. Either the land is extremely secure, or the driver was more than meets the eye.

“Good evening. I am Imperia.” The Vampiress bows politely. “Welcome to the festivities.” 