and the name IS RAVENFROST! (Draco, Open for frosty friends)

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his mind was telling him that it was cold. Seek shelter boy, the wind shouted as it tried to rip his pants and flesh off the very bone that kept it together. A building offered short therm refuge, pretty soon the chill and wind returned as he crossed the street's. Storm was brewing in hyoite, one with dark clouds crying white tears, making every man, woman, child and animal groan and fight for their very survival.

By the god's was Arthur grateful when he could open the door to the tavern. This weather was something that forced them to cobble up together, even the cold one's. His skin was paler and had a blueish tint. It felt like the wind wanted to tear him open.


A horrible mistake to just board a ship and think cold didn't affect vampire's. Just because the heart didn't pump anymore didn't mean he was impervious to cold.

"Shat the dam door, ya git." The effort was not his to make, fortunately there existed hearts here that desired warmth not cold. Instead of commenting further a burly man, probably he who ran the place or a bouncer aided the vampire in closing it. "By my great god's What kind of horrid weather is this?."



It caused some cheery laughter, his clothes and appearance subject to great scrutiny but they where all allies now. Allied against nature's cold force. Or at least he hoped so. A set of linen pants hung at his waist by a silk scarf, his only rather unstained white shirt. Everything soaked and sticking uncomfortably to his skin by both salt water and snow.

Arthur smelled soup above all else. Oh how he longed for a taste of real food. He would just puke it back up, and the taste would be corroded until it was naught but ash in his mouth. Vampires didn't eat food. They drank blood or they deformed into monstrosities and where probably staked by the nearest willing heroic adventurer.

Their curious glances could be seen by his mind's eye but the body didn't care. Taking off the shirt to use it as a towel. TO remove most of the snow before moving on. The only thing really scarred by the blizzard was his hand's.

Suffering from a festering chill that had to be melted off by fire. Oh yes fire, turning to face the crowd, keeping eyes for himself. Half naked and not bout to reveal the rest, "I'm just throwing off some snow so it doesn't puddle off near the fireplace. That's OK right?"

Clumsily setting one foot over the other believing that they wouldn't mind his presence too much as long as he didn't bite anyone. Still shivering with the cold, any commoner would probably be able to slay him now. Now that's some fate for the Ravenfrost lineage.


Knowing the best seats where taken but hoping was probably a small spot left for his rather small body to get some well earned rest. Flying across the room or using his vampiric powers would be like scraping the bottom of a barrel. It was only drops left.

Vampire magic required magician blood and he had used up what little he had drained from Serendipity's regent to get here relatively unnoticed and unharmed.

Sneaking across the room like any other child, trying to find a nice well heated place to heat up before maybe considering. Yea he would eventually end up getting a room with some of the silver he had gotten from Drauis. He just had not warmed up to face the innkeeper yet.

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"Colder than a witches tit!" Vulcan exclaimed after leaning against the door to shut it, his hair and shoulders were covered in the White Frozen Doom and he shivvered before giving a quick glance around and shifting ever so slightly, his eyes went a little yellow, his teeth a little sharper, his hair turned into downy feathers and a slight neckline around his neck grew them as well. Vulcan wasn't sure how well these people took to shape shifting strangers, so he'd keep it on the down-low until he found out. It wouldn't be all that fun to get kicked out into the snow if they didn't like sparkly magical people.

Can't imagine they only got nice people here.

It took about half an hour for Vulcan to get out of his winter gear ( which was covering a coat hanger and making a mini-lake under it ) and by that time he was starving and warmed up considerably. Moving to take a seat in the more residential area, by the fire, the man's wife brought him the soup and a warm glass of something. Vulcan wouldn't turn down warm stuff though, and he was just about to sip it when an impossibly young boy came into the building.

Alone.

Vulcan rose an eyebrow with the glass to his lips, his fingers clutching as he leaned not-so-eligantly over the chair to watch.

He took a drink, winced slightly because it was definately one of those drinks you 'got used to.' Pure nasty. Ugh. Vulcan resisted the urge to spit the warm drink back into the cup but instead, swallowed the bitter brew and watched the kid take off his shirt. Vulcan shook his head, amazed that anyone would travel around like that. Normal people would be dead.

Squinting slightly he saw the pale skin, the lack of a pulse at his neck. Ah well. Vulcan wasn't one to judge, and even undead things needed to be warmed up. Only thing Vulcan hated on was Drow, and that was when they were messing shit up for the Luminari.

All in all, Vulcan was a fairly scary looking man. Various scars were on his face, one from underneath his left eye all the way down past his lip, making his smile crooked, quite a few were around his mouth, one was across his forehead. His fan of light blonde hair was up off his head, standing now that was more feather like than hair. A tall well built man who left his sword and other such things in a huge mound of snow just outside of town.

"Hey, Kid." Vulcan stood up out of his chair and moved his hand back and forth before it, trying to get his attention. He was a desert dweller, and didn't want to imagine how cold the kid must be. "You can have my spot for the time being, are you okay? Need a scarf or something?" The last part was said in jest, vulcan knew a scarf would do nothing, and his was wet anyway.

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Eddicus came into the tavern cold wind slicing through his bones.  He was relieved to finally be inside again.  Bloody wind, goes right through me. He thought looking around the room.  He found the man who hired him and walked over to the table.  Ed placed a necklace on the table and the man started to inspect it, in the meantime Ed went up to the bar and ordered some warm water to rejuvinate himself. He turned to the others,  "I knew Hyoite was cold just not this cold."  He let out a small chuckle, "So what are you two here for, if you don't mind my askin?"

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Arthur would probably have blushed as he, rather self conscious of his half naked predicament in front of everyone at the bar fondled the never healing bite marks on his neck. Everything remained pale blue and frosted every step reminding the noble child of his condition.

Someone waved at him, taking a careful glance to see a burly scarred brute offering up his seat. To intimidated and tired to refuse the vampire sat down while trying to avoid glaring at the scar's too much.. "Thank you stranger I much appreciate it." The wood felt wet to the touch but it was a warm kind of wet, ensuring satisfaction.

Taking a few breathers before checking the surrounding's, wood and stone. Held together by dirt.
Two lit stone stove's with large cemented pipes up into the roof. Spreading warmth and merry songs with every second. A giant counter at one end, with shelves filled to the brink with different barrels and shelve's containing glass bottle's.


His usually well kept hair now a complete mess, stiff from the sea's salt and now ruffled into spikes since after pulling the shirt over his head. He resented not looking presentable, it was against what he had been taught.

Already feeling the numbness vanish from his finger's. No longer completely stiff and frozen. Still rather blue from the coagulated and gathered blood. But eventually even that too would fade.

Envying the people drinking whatever it was, The brew stung in his nose like a swarm of bee's protecting their queen. His eyes burning with no way to water them. Suffering silently while observing the stranger with quick glances.

Interesting to look at, a sort of savage sight from any bard's tale. Prepared for the elements and capable of protecting himself from whatever lurked out there.

"Have you been in Hyoite for some time? I kinda did not pack winter clothes and would like to get hold of something quite like what your wearing."

It was then someone else spoke up, another tall man. Where these people conspiring against him? eyeing this new conversation intruder with thoughtful suspicion. This one with naive blue eyes, no scar's. Quite normal, and rather friendly compared with this other guy.

He preferred the obvious scarred dangerous fellow. At least then he knew what to expect. "Just travelling." Arthur managed to blurt out before the silence surrounding them got a chance at becoming more than just a bothersome aftertaste.

[Ethereal-Star]

ooc: This thread may be dead, but I am going to add to it anyway. Hopefully I can jump start it into action again.

Adelaide walked into the tavern briskly, the cold air blowing behind her viciously. She shut the door, not seeming to be the least bit bothered by the cold. After all, she was an ice mage. Cold was her specialty and she reveled in it. Traveling amongst the tundra and snowy terrain had since toughened up her endurance.

After shutting the door, Adelaide took a brief glance around the tavern, inspecting the inhabitants, seeming to be almost bored. However, when she spotted the young boy, her mind shrieked at her to be careful. He was a vampire, that much she knew. And vampires and mages did not go well together. Vampiric magic she knew little about, but what she DID know was that they fed off mage power for their abilities to work. She shuddered a bit.  But, she pondered, he was only a kid and surrounded by all these people and looking like all he wanted was shelter, she doubted he would cause her any harm. Relaxing slightly, she eyed the other inhabitants. Of note, there was a burly scarred man near where the vampire boy was seated as well as another man, this one looked to be non-threatening for the most part. Adelaide wouldn't stay long though. 

Going up to the bartender, Adelaide placed a couple copper coins on the countertop in front of him. "I need a drink please. Ale or mead is good." After she was served her drink, she nursed it thoughtfully, still eying the vampire with suspicion and distrust.