The festivities went well into the night, Lord Aleric strutting about. Watching over his happy guests. He spoke directly to Jorge, but many other things were at play, dividing his attention.
The festivities went well into the night, Lord Aleric strutting about. Watching over his happy guests. He spoke directly to Jorge, but many other things were at play, dividing his attention.
(Jester)
"Vampires?" Forjod mutters, scratching his chin, "When you mentioned entities I thought you meant gods."
He looks down deep in thought. Would vampires technically be considered gods in the same way that Inaris and Ryus are?
@Flame
"It was the only one named Pramool that considered itself a god. The rest were mostly just old and swam under the current of old tides. They weren't monsterized, simple is all".
Knight
"Right."
He replied dismissively.
"I am not a champion friend and I am at my limits. I am no super human. I am no champion. I am but a man not the best but certainly not closer to the base form than the general populace. Listen son. You are intoxicated. I do not know who or what you are but I am sure that you are not an inquisitor. Listen go back to your friends and sober up ok?"
(Jester)
"Pramool," Forjod mutters, "These vampires you speak of. You say they looked down on others that weren't of their race? Well, I guess they're on the same footing as many of the-,"
He stops himself and looks around to see if Aleric is close by. Last thing he wants to do is insult the Vampire Lord who invited him and his family into his home. He tries again and says, "Umm...what I meant to say was the vampires under the Demon Lord don't seem as classist as the ones over there anymore.
@Flame
"Honestly, I couldn't tell you with certainty. The things that happened following my passage to their pocket world distorted my memories. Months of entropy to that segment. At least...until I find a way of getting rid of him..." Right as Prad says that, he can feel the frozen touch of a shadow on his shoulders. Whispers, non-whispers, all in his mind. It would be soon before it got back in.
"But yes, this Pramool entity claimed the title of progenitor to all vampires. Armata essentially deleted him by its own blood. If I remember correctly".
(Jester)
Forjod cocks an eyebrow at Prad when he says he has difficulty recalling the details. "Do you remember who crossed to that other dimension with you?" he asks.
In his mind he thinks of Pramool calling himself the original monster. People who act like they are higher than they truly are never sits right with him, even if they are noble heroes.
@Flame
"Well, there was Jorge. Armata obviously was here, leading the rest. A man of magic and his drake companion. Aaron, if I rememebr correctly. As time went on, it was revealed that Marcus had been speelbound to their servitude. He joined once it was broken. Twins enemies had apparently taken a liking to him. Another vampire named Barnabus and yet another one who did not survive the journey. Other than than..." Prad shrugs "None else".
(Jester, Hound)
"Hold on, you mean the legendary Jaghund himself was under a hypnosis spell of some kind?" Forjod asks, quite stunned at the revelation. He knows that Pharoahs can make anyone do their bidding with their voices, but he is certain that Samia told him that she never attempted such a thing on Marcus. Still, the fact that the man himself was hit with a spell to make him someone else's servant was a surprise to behold.
@Flame
"Whatever they used, it must have been very potent to lull him. I remember that he was clad in black armor of some sort. He and Armata had one of their duels. One among many they apparently feuded out before".
@Everyone: The party started to unwind as the castle’s clock tower chimed at midnight. Many of the guests headed back to their rooms to sleep off the alcohol or spend the remainder of the evening with their partner. Aleric makes his way back to the main hall and notices the large drop in party goers.