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Post by High Seraphim Alastor on May 17, 2009 20:17:59 GMT -5
The Fanged Citadel This is the stronghold of Lady Greyfell, located in the Blood Fields. Her territories include all of the No Man’s Land, granted to her by High King Beelzebub. The Citadel itself stretches higher than the tallest trees, and also deep underground. It is guarded fiercely by the knights, led by Lestat de Lioncourt. The towers provide excellent surveillance capabilities on the grassy plain, and the deep underground vaults and catacombs give newly Turned vampires a place to hide in the day. Its graceful lines and dark stones have made it the envy of many emperors and lords throughout the land. The High Queen takes great pride in knowing that her torture chambers are renowned from one end of the earth to the other. This is also where the Cabal keep their home. The halls of the Citadel are silent, cold, and unearthly—much like their inhabitants.'
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Post by persephone on May 17, 2009 21:41:18 GMT -5
*Persephone slowly approached the citadel. She took a breath and touched the feather around her neck before slipping it hidden underneath her corset. She walked into the large palace, her head high
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 17, 2009 21:47:58 GMT -5
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]As Persephone approaches the Citadel, Lady Greyfell sends a messenger to meet her.
(messenger) Miss, I have been instructed to escort you to the Citadel...these lands have only recently been secured for Her Majesty and as such are still contested by the foolish...follow me.[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by persephone on May 17, 2009 21:49:07 GMT -5
Maina nodded as she followed behind the messenger
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 17, 2009 21:55:25 GMT -5
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300](The messenger walks quickly into the receiving room of Lady Greyfell.) Welcome, child. Welcome home, to the Citadel of your kind. Bow before your queen; tell me your name.[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by persephone on May 17, 2009 21:59:11 GMT -5
*Persephone bowed down on one knee and kept her head down, her eyes averted from her queen* Persephone, my lady
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 17, 2009 22:00:14 GMT -5
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Persephone...quite appropriate. How long since you were Turned, daughter?[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by persephone on May 17, 2009 22:06:32 GMT -5
A little longer than a century ago, m'lady. Alexandria Marcelle turned me. I have stayed with her and her husband, and her other...offspring
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 18, 2009 7:39:22 GMT -5
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Hmm...and have you Turned anyone?[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 18, 2009 10:11:39 GMT -5
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]I greet you, Jodevea, wise member of my Cabal. Pray tell, why have you entered my chambers? Have you need of me?[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by persephone on May 18, 2009 15:54:26 GMT -5
*She shook her head* No m'lady, I have not
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Post by persephone on May 19, 2009 18:43:49 GMT -5
*She paused for a moment and spoke again* I...I don't attack humans
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 19, 2009 20:53:58 GMT -5
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Child, you are entirely too young for such nonsense. Come, we keep familiars...this situation shall be rectified immediately.[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by persephone on May 19, 2009 21:35:37 GMT -5
*Persephone looked up finally* I'm sorry, my queen, but that is something I can not do.
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 19, 2009 21:39:01 GMT -5
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Child, you try my patience. Come. Now. You are far too young for such emotional nonsense.[/shadow][/glow]
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