Private Tales To learn from Royalty...

[Deleted member 2578]

(Closed to Esmeralda/coincides with her party chronicles thread.)

He wandered about in their kingdom by night.

He was staying in the primary castle's lower levels keeping largely to himself. He still had his gift for the lovely Queen in his possession and he intended to make sure she got it. His vassals and he himself, had worked extremely hard on the relic. That night thoughts of his home kingdom passed through his mind and he deeply missed it and his companions and allies. They were bound by the Vampiric laws of Skotadi. He was in his personal chambers, he'd requested to stay in the lower levels of the castle where the sun would not bother him. His eyes were hidden behind a ceremonial red blindfolds, he could not see.

That was a price of his Vampirism.

Instead of seeing with his physical eyes he could see people's heat signature and auras. He'd seen many of the noble folks of the kingdom at the party and gotten to know many. He admired their way life...no that was not sufficient enough. He envied their normal way of life not a care in the universe...all the gold in the world... He sighed he was likely letting himself get too melodramatic again.

He mainly thought of his two wives, Lady Anya and Lady Velera. His culture, The Blue Orcs, allowed for multiple mates and marriages. The strong often got what they wanted in life and Vampire Lord Nosdyn was no different. He'd won the status of Vampire Lord after defeating and killing his enemy Vampire Lord Grendric. He was writing at that point, personal letters, thoughts, various matters that remained undone.

As he sat on his borrowed bed, he looked down for a long moment and drank a phial of warm blood...he was running low.

Soon he would have to hunt and feed.

He waited to see what that night's adventures would come...with the wind.

 

[Esmeralda]

It had been almost a month since Esmereldas birthday celebration. No suitors of her liking had come forward, not like she particularly had time for romance in general.
Her focus now was to get to know her Kingdom. A kingdom she had loved with her entire heart but was only ever able to view from afar, a safe, normal, respectable distance.

This evening things would change. Esmerelda had spent the past few weaks drowning in politics, putting together her council men and women; all whilst waiting in anticipation for her dragon egg to hatch....then again that would only bring on more politics and ceremonies.

Esmerelda had but one lady-in-waiting she truly trusted. Lady Rochelle Warrington. Her family had served and delt with the Warringtons for decades.
Rochelle was intrusted with the task of turning Esmerelda into a pesant for the evening to come.

That was exactlly what she had accomplished and Esmerelda and Rochelle made their way to a Tavern only a few minutes from her castle. Found a table, ordered drinks and enjoyed their evening.

 

[Deleted member 2578]

A coincidence lead Nosdyn to the same tavern in question, it was that very same night, a month later that the queen moved in disguise...and nobody would know of that matter.

Nosdyn drank the blood from a local harlot making sure she would be kept alive...it was part of his curse. He was feeding in a nearby alley as the woman moaned with profound pleasure. He made sure she would remain conscious and only drank his fill. It was their law as members of the Skotadi Strain. He raised his hood up at that point and emerged alone from the alleyway and entered the very same local tavern.

He nodded towards the guard and tipped him a gold crown (coin) for his service.

Then he took a table relatively close by to the disguised one's position.

He had no knowledge of the secret in question, he was just a silent guest like any other. He ordered their local strong ale and began to drink of the hot rum.

 

[Esmeralda]

Esmeralda kept her hood on, it cast a shadow over her face. The girls were quite engrossed in converstion filled with court gossip when out the corner of her eye, Esmeralda saw him.

She recognized this man not sitting to far away from her. He had been at her ball.
No, he could not recognize her. Esmeralda enlightened Rochelle on what was at play and together they had decided it was best to leave the tavern. The young women left their seats, the princess was sure she would get off scott free, but she had no such luck.

A drunk baffon had stumbled into her, knocking her off her feet - just her luck, she had fallen right into Nosdyn's lap, face exposed and dread stricken.

 

[Deleted member 2578]

He was no stranger to lovely maidens falling on his person out of nowhere.

It was his demeanor and his alpha mindset to comply.

He holds her close helping her straighten herself and looks at the idiot who bumped into her. He'd seen that guy before, a local drunkard. He'd been living amongst them for a long while at that point and learned who were common patrons of the various establishments of the queen's city.

He held her with surprisingly strong arms, and kept helped her right herself. "I got you." He says with his thick Greywood accent. He's a Blue Orc and he holds her carefully so she does not get hurt in the process.

He helps her right herself. "Are you all right?" He asks of her. He notices the hood, on the woman's person but does not inquire further...everybody was entitled to secrets.

He let's the drunkard go at that point, deciding was more important to help the woman who had just literally fallen on his lap. He was one to oblige the favor.