"Interesting concept, Remilius. But how may this be useful to me?" Dietrich Ambrose Chapel asked, his hand tucked under his chin with a confused and interested look gracing his smooth, wan face. His cropped dark auburn hair was slicked back for the most part with the exception of a few rebellious strands that still hung in his face. The corner of his mouth was crooked down in something of a grin yet beheld much of the confusion in missing the point of Remilius' demonstration. But undoubtedly his electric blue eyes twinkled with the desire to learn. He had always been a knowledgeable one, seeking to know more than he should.
He stood there in the midst of a library of sorts within the fortress of Beniste Castle, an old fortification in which he had made his home, garbed in rather simple clothing that consisted of a white linen shirt with sleeves rolled up, loose comfortable breeches whose ends were tucked into the black riding boots that he never rode with; he didn't own any horses. As always with whatever he chose to wear, Dietrich made sure that he was neat and primed, with his shirt ends tucked away into his breeches and wearing no cravat. He had the look of gentleman about him, though not quite completely for he was nothing of the sort. He had been born a blacksmith's son and he pertained much of the resemblance of his former self. With the exception of his pale skin, of course. It was almost as if he had traded in his old tanned flesh for a new coat.
The dark elf that stood beside him, bearing a golden ball of light in his sea-green hand was Remilius, a necromancer who was Dietrich's valet and head of Beniste Castle, that is he took care of everything with the exception of Dietrich who was the castle master. The dark elf spoke clearly and without condescension in his light voice, "This power, master, will allow you to travel much longer distances within the hours of night and still make it back to Beniste Castle before the strike of dawn. Think of it something like a vampire's dark metamorphism power except it uses necromancy and the channel of the dead to transport you back instead of transforming into night.
"I thought that it would help you since Cronus seems to be making you do more and more endeavors than before. And since you specialize in shape-shifting and your vampiric form of teleportation, then perhaps this power may prove useful." Remilius had a way of putting things in the simplest of terms without making seem that he was superior in any way.
"You've a point. Give it a few more tests before you give me the talisman to try it for myself. I wouldn't want something to go wrong and I end up in some Connlaothian prison because of it." Dietrich unfolded his arms and proceeded out the library door just in time to here Remilius' usual, "As you wish, master."
What he needed right now was an outing, a short walk through the Draconi Forest to settle matters in his mind and perhaps put him at ease for now. In proceeding to do so, Dietrich headed through the many corridors of the castle, past his bedroom, down the several flights of stairs, past many of the undead janitorial servants that maintained the grounds. It was not long before he made it through the gates and across the bridge and out into the cool, open, night air upon which the moon flashed down beautiful light.
He would not need protection, that he was sure. He was a skilled and great vampire and was sure that he would be able to face anything he encountered in the forest and surely there would be nothing on the mountain pass; it had been abandoned long ago due to some 'unfortunate incident.' Dietrich became absorbed in his thoughts as he strolled down the mountain path until a figure came before his sight. It was a body it seemed, sprawled across the pass as if passed out from exhaustion. Looking at it curiously, he approached with caution.
[Go ahead and come in at this point. Go ahead and be the sprawled body if you like, might make an interesting plot point]
He stood there in the midst of a library of sorts within the fortress of Beniste Castle, an old fortification in which he had made his home, garbed in rather simple clothing that consisted of a white linen shirt with sleeves rolled up, loose comfortable breeches whose ends were tucked into the black riding boots that he never rode with; he didn't own any horses. As always with whatever he chose to wear, Dietrich made sure that he was neat and primed, with his shirt ends tucked away into his breeches and wearing no cravat. He had the look of gentleman about him, though not quite completely for he was nothing of the sort. He had been born a blacksmith's son and he pertained much of the resemblance of his former self. With the exception of his pale skin, of course. It was almost as if he had traded in his old tanned flesh for a new coat.
The dark elf that stood beside him, bearing a golden ball of light in his sea-green hand was Remilius, a necromancer who was Dietrich's valet and head of Beniste Castle, that is he took care of everything with the exception of Dietrich who was the castle master. The dark elf spoke clearly and without condescension in his light voice, "This power, master, will allow you to travel much longer distances within the hours of night and still make it back to Beniste Castle before the strike of dawn. Think of it something like a vampire's dark metamorphism power except it uses necromancy and the channel of the dead to transport you back instead of transforming into night.
"I thought that it would help you since Cronus seems to be making you do more and more endeavors than before. And since you specialize in shape-shifting and your vampiric form of teleportation, then perhaps this power may prove useful." Remilius had a way of putting things in the simplest of terms without making seem that he was superior in any way.
"You've a point. Give it a few more tests before you give me the talisman to try it for myself. I wouldn't want something to go wrong and I end up in some Connlaothian prison because of it." Dietrich unfolded his arms and proceeded out the library door just in time to here Remilius' usual, "As you wish, master."
What he needed right now was an outing, a short walk through the Draconi Forest to settle matters in his mind and perhaps put him at ease for now. In proceeding to do so, Dietrich headed through the many corridors of the castle, past his bedroom, down the several flights of stairs, past many of the undead janitorial servants that maintained the grounds. It was not long before he made it through the gates and across the bridge and out into the cool, open, night air upon which the moon flashed down beautiful light.
He would not need protection, that he was sure. He was a skilled and great vampire and was sure that he would be able to face anything he encountered in the forest and surely there would be nothing on the mountain pass; it had been abandoned long ago due to some 'unfortunate incident.' Dietrich became absorbed in his thoughts as he strolled down the mountain path until a figure came before his sight. It was a body it seemed, sprawled across the pass as if passed out from exhaustion. Looking at it curiously, he approached with caution.
[Go ahead and come in at this point. Go ahead and be the sprawled body if you like, might make an interesting plot point]