Alaric Von Stein
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Alaric dismounted from his midnight colored horse, it neighing softly as the cold wind gusted between the cemetery stones. and collided with them. His long hair was caught in it as well but always returned to its perfect state after a few seconds as he examined the area. It had been months of chasing rumors, word of mouth, and small paper trails but he had finally found it. It was the cemetery of the Manfred bloodline, or so he was led to believe until he was proven wrong. A village was nearby and had told him of the location of the crypt and the stories of the once-great family that protected and claimed these lands.
Without much of a sound of all, he strode forward with his eyes scanning from left to right as he examined each stone. The night was young and the only light that was being permitted was from the torches that had been erected along the cobble walkways throughout the cemetery. Alaric didn't need it as he could see perfectly in the dark but it certainly provided an ambiance. As he continued to go further, the cemetery stones grew in elaboration and size as an indication that he was crossing into the occupants who carried more wealth to their name.
In the middle of it all was a small steeple, the craftsmanship of it ornate and skillful as gargoyles were carved onto each corner of it and stood as watchful protectors. There was two massive iron doors that acted as the entrance but were barred shut from the inside it seemed. Alaric stopped in front of the doors and was about to place a hand on them when he heard a rhythmic thud coming from his flank.
With a quick inhale, the scent of blood filled his nose and the sound of a thumping heart filled his ears. Alaric followed the scent until he found a man with a lantern by a grave, shoveling away some of the mounds of dirt and taking care of the grounds. "Is this the grounds of the Manfred family?" The groundskeeper dropped his shovel and jumped at the man's voice as he hadn't heard him approach at all. When he turned, he would find Alaric standing there stoic and with his arms interlocked behind his back. The man glanced around cautiously before answering with a nod, "Been taking care of it for years. What does it have to do with you, mister?"
Alaric smiled at the man with unnatural ease and grace, "Personal reasons." Yes, this was it. "I would suggest you leave tonight. Unsavory things come out at this time." The man slowly nodded as he picked up his shovel and backed up, "Of course, my lord." Without much further prodding, the man turned and hurried his way out of the cemetery to leave Alaric by himself.
Without much of a sound of all, he strode forward with his eyes scanning from left to right as he examined each stone. The night was young and the only light that was being permitted was from the torches that had been erected along the cobble walkways throughout the cemetery. Alaric didn't need it as he could see perfectly in the dark but it certainly provided an ambiance. As he continued to go further, the cemetery stones grew in elaboration and size as an indication that he was crossing into the occupants who carried more wealth to their name.
In the middle of it all was a small steeple, the craftsmanship of it ornate and skillful as gargoyles were carved onto each corner of it and stood as watchful protectors. There was two massive iron doors that acted as the entrance but were barred shut from the inside it seemed. Alaric stopped in front of the doors and was about to place a hand on them when he heard a rhythmic thud coming from his flank.
With a quick inhale, the scent of blood filled his nose and the sound of a thumping heart filled his ears. Alaric followed the scent until he found a man with a lantern by a grave, shoveling away some of the mounds of dirt and taking care of the grounds. "Is this the grounds of the Manfred family?" The groundskeeper dropped his shovel and jumped at the man's voice as he hadn't heard him approach at all. When he turned, he would find Alaric standing there stoic and with his arms interlocked behind his back. The man glanced around cautiously before answering with a nod, "Been taking care of it for years. What does it have to do with you, mister?"
Alaric smiled at the man with unnatural ease and grace, "Personal reasons." Yes, this was it. "I would suggest you leave tonight. Unsavory things come out at this time." The man slowly nodded as he picked up his shovel and backed up, "Of course, my lord." Without much further prodding, the man turned and hurried his way out of the cemetery to leave Alaric by himself.