>>2109048
Carriage ride, we're nobles after all. Gotta go in style

>>2109048
> We shall fly (Limits party options)
Gonna show how truly above humanity we really are.

>>2109048
> We shall ride the rails of course.

>>2109048
>We shall take a carriage

>>2109048
>>2109114
Actually I'm going to change my vote to rails

>>2109048
carrage ride

gives us some measure of discreetness and the ability to burst out and kill anything that stops us.

>>2109048
>> We shall take a carriage

>>2109048
>> We shall ride the rails of course.

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>>2109114

"Prepare my carriage and rations. Preferably the exotic faire, I have a feeling I may be light on excitement for the trip." You try not to let your displeasure show, but you summon a small bone comb to run through your beard.

JAck makes to leave but then pretends to have an idea just come to him, as much as the pretense is admirable - sometimes you wish he would be more direct and just outright say you're forgetting something obvious. "Master, how many shall I be preparing for? If you plan on bringing anyone else aside from Mistress Mia; I had best begin cooking now. After all not all of us can have a liquid diet like you Sir."

It brings up a puzzle in your mind, one that you begin pondering as you roll a Jade Prism between your finger with the well practiced ease of decades. You have no idea what you'll run into on the way to the Alps, after all the Switzerland wildlife is a tad more feral than what you have here.

Also, wild magic probably has a few rock aligned fey or constructs around. Which whilst ripe for experimentation and investigation, cannot in fact be dealt with subtly due to a rather pressing inability to carry things on a carriage.

> Get the maid and yourself ready too Jack.

> It will be a father daughter trip

> The maid will learn under us on the job, you guard the homestead Jack

> Write-In

>>2109574
>The maid will learn under us on the job, you guard the homestead Jack

>>2109574
>> It will be a father daughter trip

>>2109651
>>2109613

Okay, leaving this here until the morning. I'm totally not with it tonight.

Sorry guys.

>>2109574
> The maid will learn under us on the job, you guard the homestead Jack

>>2109574
>> The maid will learn under us on the job, you guard the homestead Jack

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>>2109651

"You will not need any additional provisions. The Maid will be learning under me for the trip's duration." You say with finality, moving over the Mirror of Persephone and studying your reflection therein, "This means I will be leaving the entire estate in your hands. A list of ingredients neeeded to maintain each ritual, the potency of said rituals and the frequency in which you must update them is at the entrance to my work floors."

"Of course sir." He politely chimes.

Surprisingly the next day progresses quickly, with you staying awake to mist between the rituals that you don't even tell Jack about to make sure they're topped up. Moving through the sub dungeons and basements you find all kinds of things you've forgotten about, everything from captured fellbeasts, the remains of great foes enslaved and drained long ago and finally a surprising amount of small shrines to Neit that bear your blood in offerings.

They are so old, that you begin questioning when you were devout in the first place - which leads into wondering when you fell away from what appears to be a staunch belief in something beyond you.

Which was a foolish notion, after all there is nothing affecting this world beyond your powers be it mortal or otherwise. In fact, were it not for your own daughter you could probably take everything in existense on with one hand tied behind your back.

All of this is meaningless prattle however, as you speak a word of power and open up an alcove in the floor. So non descript from everything else that it's spot was selected at random by dropping a rat in the room and simply creating the alcove where it slept.

Your coffin, it's location the greatest secret you posess. Far beyond your knowledge of the arts, monsters, ancient lore, myhtology, art, food or any finery you posess - the coffin of a true vampire. Should you die, you will reform here. Should it be destroyed by holy or unholy means you will be able to be slain permenantly.

Even having the alcove open makes you feel antsy, even if it is the most heavily warded location in this world or the two beyond; you don't like your weakness being acessible.

But you are leaving the castle for a while on a mission that may posess some slight hardship - so you came to grab some insurance you keep handy.

> The Sword of Damocles - a sword which kills upon striking no matter what. The soul of the victim is incinerated

> Chronos Eye - A monocle which can reverse time for three minutes. Using it usually results in blindness for a month

> The Dead Sea Scroll - Any ritual read from this scroll is permenant and magnified, just as the King of Jews suffered, so shall it's wielder suffer it's use.

> Your umbillical chord. Should you eat it you will become whole. A monster to eclipse Dracula with even less sense of right and wrong.

No write-ins

>>2110393
> Chronos Eye - A monocle which can reverse time for three minutes. Using it usually results in blindness for a month

Being able to quickload after a fail sure sounds nice

Also, could the sword of Damocles affect us too, despite coffin?

>>2110399

Yup. All artifacts have a price.

>>2110410
Bad idea to bring it then huh

>>2110393
The eye
Glad we're back

>>2110393

> The Sword of Damocles - a sword which kills upon striking no matter what. The soul of the victim is incinerated

>>2110393
>> Chronos Eye - A monocle which can reverse time for three minutes. Using it usually results in blindness for a month

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You take the small monocole out from it's resting groove on the inside of your coffin's lid with the reverence it deserves. This artifact was more than capable of reducing cities, nations or empires to their knees - hell every mortal who had used the thing had lead their people to ruin due to crippling paranoia and overthought. Delphi was always a particular highlight you thought, that stupid oracle somehow managing to set off a fucking Volcano in Pompei.

You should probably look at what magic she was working with at some point, if it set off a volcano; hell that's one of the few things that would actually mess with your castle and holdings.

But alas it is time to reseal everything, which takes time and patience you distinctly lack. With a sigh you set to work wondering what is happening upstairs.

> Be Mia

> Be Eva

> Be Jack

>>2110887
>> Be Eva

>>2110887
>Be Mia

>>2110934
>>2110889

Well guess no more update until Tomorrow. Since we're tired and tied.

>>2110887
Eva

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>>2110889

Mistress Wesinten's bedroom is quite frankly astounding, the woman has candles on almost every surface; whether it be a end table coffee table or candlebra.

In fact were it not for the fact you don't need to breathe you would no doubt have lost yourself in the mix of aromas that the smokes that all coil and dance in the room. Every candle seems to be painting a picture with its' smoke, the magical runes inscribed on some glowing with promise. The vision is so pretty that you've just stood there amongst the colours and smells magical or mundane instead of actually serving Misstress Wesinten.

"You know if you're going to use a maid as your cover; sitting there drooling with your mouth open is not helpful." Her voice coldly comes from the smoke.

"What may I assist you with Miaa- Mistress Wesinten." You say, wiping drool from the corner of your mouth and clapping in excitment, "Maybe I can brush your hair? Or if you require blood again, I am at full-"

"Tell me about your employers." She responds cooly, causing you to pout at the dullness of her order.

> Sure, they're part of the government and handle spooky stuff like us

> I don't know much about them, But Herr Von Seeckt is nice!

> My papa works for them, but I didn't meet many people except him He's the one who sent me to Master Wesinten

> Write-In

>>2112318
>> Sure, they're part of the government and handle spooky stuff like us

>>2112318
> Sure, they're part of the government and handle spooky stuff like us

>>2112318
> Sure, they're part of the government and handle spooky stuff like us

>>2112318
>I don't know much about them, But Herr Von Seeckt is nice!

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You put a finger on your bottom lip and focus really hard, everyone back home didn't really like telling you things. In fact they mostly just called you weird words like untermensch or Gefälschter but your most hated one was Abschaum. That sounded dirty.

"Maid?" Your mistress snaps, judging by the candles oyu must have been really deep in thought - maybe you're getting better at focusing like Mr Jack wants you too.

And you stopped using "Herr" so he'll be so proud!

"Ah Walpurgis deal with spooky stuff! Like us and your Papa." You smile as you realise you're working for a nice family, "I think they were talking to some kind of snake thingy on the day I was born..."

Mia opens her outh but you accidentally interrupt with the rest of your train of thought, "Or a French person with a lisp... Like a really bad one."

"Rude." Mia scolds causing you to flinch and expect a smack to the back of the head, but instead all she throws in your direction is a sort of hum... Maybe she's thinking really hard like what you did maybe?

"When you say deal with. What do you mean, are they hunters or-"

When the fact that you're having a full on conversation with someone who hasn't yet hit you or demeaned you sinks in you can't help but beam and begin gesturing wildly as emphasis, "Nah, well not really Mistress. I mean they kill anyone who's rampaging around, but they got all kinds of deals and laws in place with the dwarves and stuff. So I think they just want ta keep people safe y'know?"

"Quite." More of the weird humming, but you smile. Everyone's weird, even Mistress needs something weird right? "So you're saying this is some government approved group of hunters and paranormal experts asking to meet with my father."

"I wouldn't say experts. Papa is the only genius in that place!" You demand pointing at her through the cloud, your index finger practically touching her nose between two candleholders. For a second you see the angular face contort in surprise that you could even follow her before it changes into a... seductive smile? You must have done something funny!

"Eva..." She begins coming closer and purring. "I think that your Papa should be the one in charge of Walpurgis. Why don't we make sure he gets the proper respect he deserves when we swing by. It'll be our little secret."

> THAT IS THE BEST IDEA EVER

> Shouldn't we ask your dad?

> I don't think we should go messing around with geopolitics after that big war that happened the last time a wizard messed with international geopolitics

> Write-In

>>2112456
>> I don't think we should go messing around with geopolitics after that big war that happened the last time a wizard messed with international geopolitics

>>2112456
> THAT IS THE BEST IDEA EVER

>>2112456
>I don't think we should go messing around with geopolitics after that big war that happened the last time a wizard messed with international geopolitics

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With a small pause to gather your thought the answer is easy to rattle off, while it would be nice to get your Pappa some respect, she doesn't seem to understand the gravity of her plan; "Uh Madame Wesinten... I don't think that after the great war that was caused by magical dabbling in the international geopolitics we should spend some time messing around with international geopolitics of a fragile nation that is still recovering from a crippling international treaty."

In answer she simply stares at you, seemingly in disbelief at your reluctance to follow through the plan. After a moment though her brow furrows and she licks her lips slighty as she bends down to your level, slyly stepping around the coffee table seperating the two of you. The simple step and bend reveals her long stocking clad legs and ample cleavage; "Eva Darling, look into my eyes."

"K." You answer instanstly with a wide smile. She's being so nice to you today!

Her eyes are deep pits of crimson, but you easily see through the coloured contacts to the piercing green pools below. They seem to glow for a second as she lets the full weight of her gaze linger on you, We are going to remove anyone who stands between your father and controlling Walpurgis. You will not tell my Father about this and will obey all my orders without question.

> Why are your eyes all glowy?

> I need to ask Master if I'm allowed to keep secrets from him

> K

> Why do you want my Papa in charge?

> Write-In

>>2112837
>> I need to ask Master if I'm allowed to keep secrets from him
> Why are your eyes all glowy?

>>2112837
>> I need to ask Master if I'm allowed to keep secrets from him

>>2112837
>> I need to ask Master if I'm allowed to keep secrets from him
> Why are your eyes all glowy?

>>2112837
>> Why are your eyes all glowy?
>> I need to ask Master if I'm allowed to keep secrets from him

>>2112837
>I need to ask master if its okay to keep secrets from him

>why are your eyes glowy

Star has come down with something nasty and is too busy being sick to do quests right now