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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Nicol Balogh
Location
: City of Grimmwald - Grimmwald Suburb, House Balogh
"I see. With that, I bid you good night, Miriawyn," Nicol nodded. "You will hear from me soon, I hope, and should you require assistance, send word to my manor. Adieu."
The nobleman bowed with a flourish, then spun on his heels and walked back into the Forest. Once he was well beyond the line of sight, Nicol stepped behind an ancient oak and into a particularly thick shadow, becoming one with the darkness and vanishing from sight.
The chamber was vast and cold, with not a single source of heat in it, for those gathering in it had no need for pretense. Though geographically it was directly below the Balogh Manor, for all intents and purposes it could have just as well been on another planet - the immensely thick walls of ensorcelled stone isolated it from the rest of the world, letting not a single mote of energy, nor a smallest echo of malicious presence escape. This had the unfortunate side-effect of significantly diminishing the powers of those inside, but with the volatile temperament of some of the twice-born, perhaps this was for the best.
A massive table carved from ebony into a perfect tridecagon dominated the hall. At each side, an ornate chair of similar material stood - all were exactly alike save for one that was just higher and slightly more decorated than the others to give the impression of first among equals, and it was the only seat vacant.
The lord of house Balogh stepped out of an alcove specifically crafted for the purpose of concentrating the shadows and easing the process of entering and exiting the chamber. In silence he walked up to the empty chair and took his place.
"I am grateful that you all have answered my summons. Ladies and gentlemen of the Shrouded Council, I bid you all good evening and welcome," Nicol, the First Seat of the Shrouded Council, spoke softly. Though quiet, his voice was easily carried across the room. "Let us now commence our meeting for the sake of eternity."
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Eye
Location:
House Balogh Manor
It had taken some tinkering, but Eye finally figured out how to work the skull trinket. He had practiced on a nearby squirrel, swiftly and neatly killing it. The skull reanimated the little rodent, turning it into a mindless zombie.
Satisfied, Eye killed the useless undead and turned back to the shadowed house. The shadows here were odd; twisted, sometimes seeming to move when there was nothing there. Deciding to see if 'Lord Balogh' had returned, Eye pocketed the trinket, and crept into the house.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Irving Mortorus, Capricia Mortorus, R. B. Havoc
Location
: Grimmwald, Cemetary
The wagon ground up the mountainous trail winding up to the cast;e. A tall, grim building of dull grey bricks and clinging ivy with spearing parapets and saw toothed battlements, it was more a residence than structure created to weather a siege. Nevertheless, its position on the cliff face afforded it ample protection, with only the winding road which hugged the mountain face offering a way in.
The main gate was an imposing mass of wood and metal, but Irving ignored it. Instead he turned their little cart down a small side road which led around the castle's face, and into a small side door. The trio pulled up and hopped out of the cart. As Havoc began to wrest the coffin from the back, Irving knocked swiftly on the door. It creaked open, a yellow eye with the pinprick of a black pupil peered around.
On seeing the wan youth, the door was flung open revealing a patchwork mass of flesh, bone, and bits of metal garbed crudely in a brown smock. A face made from a minimum of three different other ones tried to smile. "Mashter Irving! You're back!"
"Don't smile," Irving chastised the creature, sweeping into the darkness of the castle. He started to shrug off his coat. "You'll open the stitches."
"Of course, mashter," the creature grovelled, taking the coat at once. After fumbling to put it onto a hook, he hurried after Irving, who continued into the keep.
"Good. Send some constructs out to get the coffin, then bring it down to my lab. Take the servant's route. I don't want father seeing it."
"Oh, that won't be a problem mashter," the fleshwerk slobbered. "He'sh gone to a meeting."
Character
: Gribblework Mortorus, Byzantus Heretofor, Thanatas Gralack
Location
: City of Grimmwald - Grimmwald Suburb, House Balogh
One of the figures sitting at the table nodded at Nicol sourly. Despite doing a great deal of business with others, Gribblework was the sort of person people tended to try and avoid. Perhaps it was due to the green pallor of his skin, which gave many the impression of some unfortunate disease. Or perhaps it was his lack of a chin, his neck seeming to simply rise, then slowly came to the realization there should be something in its way, at which point it made a slow curve, found the face and rolled up and over a shiny bald skull. Or perhaps it was because of his name, which conjured for many a great deal of unpleasant images.
He was dressed in something of a suit, but he wore it poorly, and made it all the worse by being irritably aware of it, so settled for slapping an opera cape with gold clasps over himself and sit as though challenging someone to mention it. Few did, however. Even ranked thirteen and weakest on the council, Gribblework had his particular abilities which went beyond that of physical combat.
"It's about time!" came the loud deceleration from a figure sitting beside the green skinned man. Dressed in purple silks and gold chains, the man rested at his own seat as though he had something far better to be doing at the moment. A red cravat poked out from his swallow tailed midnight black suit, while a purple cape with its collar turned up draped his back. Dozens of gold rings clinked as he drummed his fingers upon the desk, a scowl set in his handsome features. He had a high intellectual forehead culminating in a widows peak that would give Neverset a run for its money. He positively glowed in the meager light, chains of gold which draped his neck clinking with every motion of his body.
He had every mark the arrogant miser who had earned his every penny, and would be damned if anyone told him they were better than him because of it. As proof of which, he had chosen to come bearing enough fortune to match what anyone could possibly have in their pocket, no matter how deep.
"Time is money. And these days I'm losing nothing but with these constant attacks on all my farms. We should discuss that, and also why livestock keeps vanishing every night and how to prevent it. Beef doesn't grow on trees, people. Apples do. But ^&*! apples!"
A third, a woman, sighed. There was something about her that reminded one of the spider. Her black dress which hugged her curves like it needed to be sewed on reached the floor, hiding her feet. Long, flat black hair like it had been run through a press fell over her shoulders, and pale white skin brought out the black eyeshadow and red lipstick that she wore. A patient and unflappable air hung about her, one that said she could be comfortable and confident anywhere, and that she was used to being obeyed at a moments notice. She was beautiful, but it was the sort that only truly came to the fore in dark rooms lit by candles.
"In time," she said, laying a calming hand on Byzantus's shoulder. "Let Lord Balogh speak first. We were summoned for a reason, after all."
The glittering figure growled but subsided into his seat, his fingers still drumming into the table. Thanatas smiled slightly and turned back to Nicol expectantly.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Miriawyn Bealum
Location
: City of Grimmwald - Mage- 23 Quilicks
The paladin walked and walked in the city until she came to her home, 23 Quilicks, a wooden house in the mages ditrict with three floors, one for trading and the others for living. A sign above the front door said
Bealum's Grand Enchanting and Arcane Artefacts
.
The paladin walked into the building and locked the door after her and then she wandered up to the second floor and took the third door to the right, her room and discared all her armour and most of her clothin before going to sleep.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
?
Location:
The Forest
"Yes I thought so..."
"Did you? I had wondered."
"It was simple enough."
"Souls are so delectable..."
"You enjoy your little treat, I have business to attend to."
"But you said you thought it so!"
"A different kind, my old friend."
"Speaking of old..."
The conversation continued, the two talking and laughing together. That bored the shadow, but things like that always did.
Post by
Atik
Meline Varga
Grimmward Plains, House Balogh
Meline glanced out the windows as the carriage came to a rest, running a cloth along her arms to clean the cuts. A high collar and notably longer dress hid most of her wounds, but it was sleeveless, exposing her sliced arms. Long gloves did something, at least, to help as she pulled them up past her elbows.
Gripping the handle, she sighed. The woman would almost prefer hunting down those Worgen over a meeting with another noble family. Thankfully, she was mostly there as a side-show; Kristoff being the main attraction.
If anything, she was a bodyguard. At least, that's what she repeated in the back of her head, it made opening the door and stepping out marginally easier.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Eye
Location:
House Balogh
The new sensations stopped Eye in his tracks. Rushing back to a window, he studied the newcomers, spear at the ready and an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
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