Murza decides to rest... After all, nothing else seems to be going on, other than making sure her prisoner/brand new pet didn't try to run off...
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Murza yawns, bored like she always is. She was old for a child, but still just a child. She diddles around her room, walking on the ceiling and practicing her songs, keeping the ghostly melodies quiet jn the night.
Murza slips into the other's room, finding Veldrin. What should I do with the second gaurd? she asks the older vampire. He'll wake up any minute now and I think it would be best to dispose of him, but I kept him alive in case one of you want a snack...
Murza plays with the dead guard, waiting for the other to wake as well as her companion to return to the room. she take's the guard's weapons, and uses one to mount the head about eye-level to the living guard. giggling as she does this. humans are so fun...
just an FYI: I did my best to leave no evidence that the guards where ever there.
Murza spends her time in the room dancing, using the gaurd's disembodied head as her dancing partner, meanwhile keeping an eye on the other sleeping man... Knowing her spells don't last forever...
Well see what I got, I decided on keeping only one, after all I don't want two dominated puppets following me around. Although I now have some food for the road.
Murza kills one and ties the other up, dragging both bodies back to her and Veldrin's room. she removes the head of the dead one to prevent him from turning. She waits patiently for the other vampire to return....
Continuing her song, Murza switches her lullaby's Target to the second gaurd However, before even waiting for it to take effect she slips near the man, waiting for him to simply close his eyes, that she may begin her feeding.
Murza continues her enthralling song, turning to the closest man and lining her song with the hint of sleep, lulling him to a deep slumber. Moving past him and closer to the other man, nonthreatening, doing her best to keep him completely enthralled in her music.
Murza coos I can't sleep. The sun hurts my eyes, I like to be awake at night! she gets a little closer... Imagining every way she can kill these two. Rip the throat out of the first... Or put them both to sleep perhaps? Rip their heads off as they slumber... She smiles, her teeth beautiful white. My name is Whisp. she says, taking another step closer. Once she has decided her plan, she begins her spell, the beautiful words slipping from her lips, But if anyone here is supposed to be asleep... It's you! her words are like sweet honey, she begins to sing, the words otherworldly and utterly beautiful.
I apologise for being absent, life sucks and we all know it ;P I'm here, trying to be useful. Hopefully the guards don't have a constant detect evil spell.... If they did this in would light up like the fourth of July
Murza slips to the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the men curiously. Are you holy men? she asks, using her best cute child voice. Mother always tells me holy men are generous and kind... What's upstairs? Is there something important? she coos, keeping all her questions as innocent as possible. Distracting the guards to let the others do their work without interruption .
Murza adopts her childish persona and keeps close to the "adults", her eyes curiously scanning the room.
She makes note of any mirrors or garlic around... If there are none she looks for holy symbols.
Murza sighs. If we need to we can always tell the barkeeper to keep our presence a secret... I know most barkeep understand of their patron wish to be descret... Whether it be a theif or just a noble... As for the cleric, I don't think it wize... After all Cleric have the keen sense to tell if there are undead... Hopefully whoever it is is smarter than to think they can take on several vampire... But if it is a palidan... Then let us pray he is an idiot...
Sorry, I've been quite busy IRL, I'll try to catch up...
Murza sighs. I will not rest near the only living member of this party... After all I'm still young and my hunger does make it difficult to keep at bay.
Murza, depite her study of human cultures and traditions, doesn't know much of the city... Ah, You the villian and I your Devilish Child... Hm? she smiles, glad to be outside if a Castle once again.
Depending on the mythology, vampires need to sleep in coffins, the dirt of their homeland or both. it is reminice of Von Stoker's Dracula, and also helps with the vampire not dieing thing. Typically a vampire can't go outside 2 miles from their coffin/burial site. This is because when you kill a vampire they turn to gas and return to their coffin at 1HP, however they can only do this with an hour. And their gas form moves at 2 miles an hour. So you can go without your coffin, but it's very risky. That of course was the old D&D rules, now a vampire can't die that way
Murza chuckles. ah, I'm afraid I also turn into a swarm, instead if a gas. Perhaps a rare condition based on the strange mix of ancestry. Spiders, bats, rats, a wolf, a single bat, and not much else... I am however trained in the art of the Bard, and could pass by a crowd without notice... she says, you could simply be standing and I could hide in your shadow...
What of traveling Adventurers? Mayhaps we come across a party? I understand we can easily overpower them, but I think it best to avoid them given the chance. Infact let's diguise whatever pulls us as living so as to not draw too much attention
The girl smiles. Well, The Drow have been known to work with lesser races for a mutual goal. Hobgoblin, and such. Deep dwarves not so much. But I'm sure they'd understand the usefulness of humans... Now, as for our first step... I'm sure that the clerics of Pharasma have studied our kind, but surely they have never met us? Hmm... The question is however if their Church is hallowed...
I want to kill some clerics honestly.
Hmm... Clerics of pharasma, hmm.... That's seems fun. They get bonuses against the powers of undead, but unless their elves I can simply put them asleep. And if they are elves, Fascinate still works on them.
Murza sighs. Well, I look Drow enough that I could pass as one... And the magic of my decent is just as strong as any Drow... If we need to we can always polymorph me into a full Drow... Make me look older... I will willing accept such transformation... If we can find a way it works on me that is... But like mother says I am not very wise... But I will do my best... She turns to the rest of the party. in no way am I a good leader, and I don't want to be. But because I am of Noble decent I am greater than any of you, save for my grandfather... In the eyes of the Drow that is...
Ah, but grandfather you forget my music, the sweet sound of sleep that only mortals can hear... no need to waist your spells I have my songs that can lull their dull minds away... If they see us they won't know the waking day... Murza smiles.Let me just remind you that if you attack those enthralled with my music they will not be able to fall under my spell again...
Murza sighs when she hears them speak of teaching her diplomacy. I am only half Drow... They consider me lower than even the lowest Drow. I'd be more fit pretending to be a slave. as the conversion continues and moves on to the discussion of orcs her face grows to a bored child's *sigh* Orcs are idiots. I'm sure we can spend plenty of time turning them, but do we really want to add their dull minds to the ranks of undead? Their rage and Furosity would mean nothing if they can't use it... And we could make an army out of anything, so long as it's alive and has blood. Who here thinks that a giant would make a perfect minion? How about a vampire one? But that's besides the point, if we go through the orc stronghold we can grab some snacks, but I'm not waiting my Spawn on some dull idiots...
Murza thinks for a moment after her "mother" speaks. Honestly, I believe the Darklands are worth a shot... It has been years since I was last down there, but if my memory doesn't falter than I remember that it is filled with beasts and deadly monsters with powerful venoms. But we are vampire and have no fear of the darkness and such monsters... However we will be short on our favorite food... Unless the ghoul wants to feed us all... she looks to Allizsah. Of the other method I will let you argue, for I have my own opinion but wish to hear yours first...
For those of you curious, yes, Muza hates her unlife. I'm going for the opposite of what is normally the case: Humans seeking to get rid of the bonds of life and have eternal youth, and turning it on it's head and playing a vampire who struggles with her eternal youth, wishing to be alive again so that she can learn what life is, however I'm sure she'll turn back to the darkness once she has had time to mature.
Murza approached the Chess game, Chess? With dragons I see... And if any of us here are a child it's me. I'm not much older than the Teifling, even with my eternal youth. I may at childish at times, and I still have the strange wonderlust at times, but I am old enough to know what I'm doing. However, like my human side, I have had little time to mature. My family kept me locked in the castle with not but books, and the occasional snack hunt. They know I'm childish, hardly old enough to stand toe to toe with ancients like you... But I will tell you this: I have lived most of my life as a vampire, knowing very little of the other life. I have no experience with, love, pleasure... Save for that I get from consuming blood. I...
Murza sighs. "no comment... she looks to her grandfather and says nothing more on the matter.
Murza looks at the older vampire and frowns. in my life.... I have never seen the sun. Not once. I know now that it would kill me... But I know how important it is. Ask any druid and they will tell you... her thoughts are filled with venom, although on the surface her face is stone. What I'm saying is this: what will they eat? When all food is gone, they will starve. The earth will grow cold, and they will freeze. Sure, we can have another age of darkness, let it be dark for a few decades, then bring the sun back, then blot it out again later. But if we where to black it out forever, you could destroy us all. Besides, we all know there are beings out there that would seek to take the power for themselves. And they can do it.... I say we destroy it... That no-one has this power. Power corrupts, and too much will only destroy us. Or be damned when the demon lords come knocking on your doors...
Murza scoffs. If the sun is blotted out what would happen to our food? If the sun stopped warming the earth and giving them life? They would perish, then what? What of us, who rely on their blood for our own life? If they die, we die, you cannot deny it... They need the sun, like we need their blood. Sure, there are races that survive without the sun, but their blood is fowl. Poisonous.
I may not be pure blooded, but I know this: when a Drow does something there's usually a reason... What happened, and what has it caused? I heard tale of a fallen star... Why would they do this?
Good to know that not all of us where made with intrigue in mind.
She says nothing of the people in the room and only watches. She makes note of those seated and otherwise makes sure she doesn't draw the Irk of such ancient beings, so old that they make her pitiful existence look like a blink.
Murza smiles at her adopted Mother, and follows, not Saying anything and drinking the rest of the blood in the glass she held before teasing one if the drained elves with a poke. Next time... she whispered.
Would casting an anti-magic field work on a vampire? Alot of their abilities are supernatural and therefore are effected by such...
Murza takes a glass of the Dragon's blood, despite requesting elf. She is oddly silent, her childish behavior suddenly out the door. Her fingers fiddle with the glass, her red eyes taking in as much as they could.
Well Murnau IS creepy!FYI, this is Creepy. As creepy as a child who's songs lull those who hear them to sleep... Oh I just realized something <_< This Champaign deals with Drow doesn't it? *Facepalms* they're immune to sleep spells!!! Nooooo!!!
Murza raises an eyebrow and silently shares The information she knows to Veldrin through Drow sign. She then simply watches.
Murza becomes bored after a few seconds and wanders off, she was so bored of the politics and intrigue... After all she was still a child, no matter how old she was in the long run. She goes back to her grandfather and sighs.Ah, well, I think it would definitely be nice to get to the bottom of whatever it is that we where called here for... So I can get back to my music...
Hmm... I was sure I didn't have a bad will... Hmm..... Ah no... I do <_<
Murza slips over to the Dhampir in the room and chuckles. We have a live one it seems... she licks her lips. hmm... Perhaps you would like to hear a song? I am an exceptional singer, though when the living hear my song they tend to never wake up again...
Refreshments? Why isn't it obvious! Blood! What else can we have when food turns to Ash and mud in our mouths? Oh, I know, get me some fine elven liquor, and make sure the elf is thoroughly stoned will you? the sarcasm in the Spawn-ling's tone is very clear. and if you can't come apon a drunk elf, just slaughter whatever slaves you have... Or whatever you do... What's a girl gotta do to have some fun around here?
Ah, but this is a magical stake(of the specific magic weapon kind), It's a stake of the righteous, so only NE characters can pull the stake out if I use it.
Sorry for my great delay, my phone was lost I'm doing this from my unwieldy Tablet.
Murza brushes herself off. I am independent, I could have easily torn the Spawn's head off, after all there is a reason I Carry a silver stake with me... as she says this, she pulls said weapon from her belt, the thing seems unwieldy as a weapon, but it was definitely a lethal weapon to the children of night. She says nothing to the other vampire as she puts the stake away.
Murza scoffs "What? No attention to the child? Instead we must all admire the head of a house or old friends? well, I have seen enough sniveling nobles to know that they demand respect, have to it then! Tell us, Voracia, do you know why we are here?" she says this while hanging from a banister, having climbed up the wall while everyone was talking. And perhaps, you have a place that we can store our coffins for the time being?
Murza scoffs, well, that took longer than was needed, but FINALLY! I guess being as young as me, you haven't learned patience, for I could kill the next mortal who tells me I have to wait.... I wonder if it would be frowned apon if I killed that thrall. |