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LCC - Drakk and the Countess (2)
Drakk awoke with a start. Where was he? Memories flashed in his head as he regained consciousness. His last memory before he had collapsed was being rougly carried and of a great dark tower hidden amongst the forest.
As he sat up he took in his surroundings. He lay on intricately fashion bed that was surprisingly comfortable. Extravagant furnishing littered the dark room, along with rotting paintings of pale faced nobles. As he got out of bed he noticed that he had been clothed in rich black silks as he slept. His armor and cloak, still stained in the blood of the Lenfals, lay at the foot of the bed. With a mutter of approvement, he got out of the bed and approached the balcony. As an awe inspiring view of the forest came into view he realized just how tall this tower was to provide such a sight.
A knock from the door snatched his attention away from the forest as he turned to regard his host. No longer sporting the ornate obsidian armor and helm, his savior had changed into something much more appealing. The vampire now wore long lavish red dress and a glowing red gem in necklace around her porcelain throat. Flowing black hair reached past her shoulders and highlighted her pale face. With a sparkle in her eyes and a crooked smile she curtsied and whispered, “My name is Countess Celene. Welcome to my home Drakk. I have waited long for this day.”
“What do you want with me?” Drakk replied as he recovered from the beautiful sight.
“We can discuss that later. In the meantime can I get you some food or drink? I know using magic can take quite a toll, as I’m sure you noticed,” she said with a wink.
Being reminded of his failings upset Drakk, but he set his anger aside. This creature was dangerous. “Perhaps later. Now, what do you want with me?”
“Oh very well,” she replied with an embellished sigh. “I will tell you, but first a drink! I am quite thirsty.” As she said this her fangs revealed themselves and Drakk tensed, ready to fight.
Instead the Countess clapped her hands. “Grungo! Fetch me a glass would you darling?” A cyclops came to the door carrying a tray with a single cup. With surprising grace he approached and bowed, extending the tray to his mistress.
“Why thank you Grungo.” She turned to Drakk after taking a sip. “Grungo wanted me to thank you for rescuing him from the Lenfals. They were quite cruel. I will be a much better master for him.” She stroked the beast’s head as he remained bowed to the countess. “Now then, back to business. I would like to formally propose an alliance. My spies have told me of your influence in the magical isles, and I wish to join you in your mission against these hateful humans. What strength I lack in soldiers, I make up tenfold in my intellegence network. I have generations of spies working for me in every corner of Roawia. I will provide with intellegence and act as a messenger service for your own agents….if you do some things for me.”
“And what might those be,” Drakk responded with narrowed eyes.
“Simply that you will provide protection should I need it, and to supply me with a small amount of your own blood on a regular basis.”
“My blood? It seems you have your own means of procuring supplies.”
“Ah well yes, quite true. But you see, dragon’s blood is quite the delicacy for us vampires. Beyond its spendlid taste, It provides quite a boost for our already potent abilities. Let me show you…” As she approached Drakk, he stopped her with an upraised hand.
“No need for a demonstration, I will provide you with what you ask. We have a deal.”
Despite not being able to sample Drakk, she was quite thrilled. “Excellent!” she said with youthful joy. “We shall be quite the team Drakk, I assure you.”
Drakk turned his back to the smiling vampire countess to gaze at forest with its mists and dark trees.. His clawed hand gripped the railing tightly as he fell into this mind. So many allies willing to aide him in his crusade! The mainlanders had only begun to taste his wrath...
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LCC - Drakk and the Countess (2)
Drakk awoke with a start. Where was he? Memories flashed in his head as he regained consciousness. His last memory before he had collapsed was being rougly carried and of a great dark tower hidden amongst the forest.
As he sat up he took in his surroundings. He lay on intricately fashion bed that was surprisingly comfortable. Extravagant furnishing littered the dark room, along with rotting paintings of pale faced nobles. As he got out of bed he noticed that he had been clothed in rich black silks as he slept. His armor and cloak, still stained in the blood of the Lenfals, lay at the foot of the bed. With a mutter of approvement, he got out of the bed and approached the balcony. As an awe inspiring view of the forest came into view he realized just how tall this tower was to provide such a sight.
A knock from the door snatched his attention away from the forest as he turned to regard his host. No longer sporting the ornate obsidian armor and helm, his savior had changed into something much more appealing. The vampire now wore long lavish red dress and a glowing red gem in necklace around her porcelain throat. Flowing black hair reached past her shoulders and highlighted her pale face. With a sparkle in her eyes and a crooked smile she curtsied and whispered, “My name is Countess Celene. Welcome to my home Drakk. I have waited long for this day.”
“What do you want with me?” Drakk replied as he recovered from the beautiful sight.
“We can discuss that later. In the meantime can I get you some food or drink? I know using magic can take quite a toll, as I’m sure you noticed,” she said with a wink.
Being reminded of his failings upset Drakk, but he set his anger aside. This creature was dangerous. “Perhaps later. Now, what do you want with me?”
“Oh very well,” she replied with an embellished sigh. “I will tell you, but first a drink! I am quite thirsty.” As she said this her fangs revealed themselves and Drakk tensed, ready to fight.
Instead the Countess clapped her hands. “Grungo! Fetch me a glass would you darling?” A cyclops came to the door carrying a tray with a single cup. With surprising grace he approached and bowed, extending the tray to his mistress.
“Why thank you Grungo.” She turned to Drakk after taking a sip. “Grungo wanted me to thank you for rescuing him from the Lenfals. They were quite cruel. I will be a much better master for him.” She stroked the beast’s head as he remained bowed to the countess. “Now then, back to business. I would like to formally propose an alliance. My spies have told me of your influence in the magical isles, and I wish to join you in your mission against these hateful humans. What strength I lack in soldiers, I make up tenfold in my intellegence network. I have generations of spies working for me in every corner of Roawia. I will provide with intellegence and act as a messenger service for your own agents….if you do some things for me.”
“And what might those be,” Drakk responded with narrowed eyes.
“Simply that you will provide protection should I need it, and to supply me with a small amount of your own blood on a regular basis.”
“My blood? It seems you have your own means of procuring supplies.”
“Ah well yes, quite true. But you see, dragon’s blood is quite the delicacy for us vampires. Beyond its spendlid taste, It provides quite a boost for our already potent abilities. Let me show you…” As she approached Drakk, he stopped her with an upraised hand.
“No need for a demonstration, I will provide you with what you ask. We have a deal.”
Despite not being able to sample Drakk, she was quite thrilled. “Excellent!” she said with youthful joy. “We shall be quite the team Drakk, I assure you.”
Drakk turned his back to the smiling vampire countess to gaze at forest with its mists and dark trees.. His clawed hand gripped the railing tightly as he fell into this mind. So many allies willing to aide him in his crusade! The mainlanders had only begun to taste his wrath...
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