Fantasy Let there be Night

[Vampunk]

The bright midday sun was shining bright in a gray sky as its light was cast upon the once shining capital of Séregial, now the twisted seat of the dark imperators who had subjugated the land and its inhabitants.

Sôtet Barlang, the dark nest as the vampires called it, having turned the once great city of mankind into its most horrific nightmare. Tall towers now lay blackened and adorned by their tormentor’s crimson and obsidian banners, rising towards the sky as if they threatened to impale the very heavenly spheres whose powers had imprisoned them in their new kingdom of night.

What were once bustling marketplaces where merchants from all over the lands and seas would share the wonders of the world had been turned into empty groves where no living being dared tread. For the open spaces offered no shelter from the Szàrny who circled the city like vultures, eyes peeled for any stray soul that would wet their throats with its crimson essence.

And where lively streets once lead anyone through the vast city of men had been deformed into the labyrinth of Nyomornegyed, its name just as bizarre and erratic as the maze-like alleyways that hindered the human populace to easily make their way through the city, to organize themselves…or to flee. Those creatures with wings were unaffected, instead being able to hover over the labyrinthine streets to scour for any suspicious figures…or potential prey…


And yet, in the bright light of the sun, offering solace and warmth, a brief respite before the fall of night and the horrors that came with it, the dark city of Sôtet Barlang looked almost peaceful. Coated in a muted golden light, it appeared almost gray, as if a melancholic echo of prosperous times long past.

And it was during the day where humankind would be allowed to breathe easy, going about their lives as if trying to ignore that they were all living in the shadow of their oppressor’s castle.
Castle Felhôk, where the host of the night was currently slumbering, waiting for their time, when the sun’s reign was ended by the coming of the dark that would herald the storm of raging wings and gnashing fangs that ached to feed on warm blood.

But their time had not yet come, for in this hour, the sun would still provide its gentle rays whose comfort would help those who stood against the dark oppressors through the night.


The gleaming orb of muted, warm hues would make its way through the air before landing in a gloved hand, shining the apple’s smooth surface on her vest before raising it to the sky, examining it against the sun’s bright light.
Few of Sôtet Barlang’s inhabitants ever laid their eyes on such a perfect, succulent fruit, the common populace being malnourished and barely strong enough to survive their oppressor’s constant bloodletting.

Still, Salomé managed to take a chunky bite out of the apple without any lingering guilt about treating herself to a fleeting moment of luxury.
Sitting atop of one of Sôtet Barlang’s outer perimeter’s rooftops, close enough to watch Castle Felhôk loom menacingly over the city to its feet, and still far away enough not to draw any attention to her, the Ellenàllàs’ second in command would find herself enjoying this brief calm before the storm.

For what a stormy night it would be, as it was time yet again for the dark imperator’s bloodletting, rounding up humans like cattle to drain them of their life.
And her people could not idly sit by while the winged monstrosities were terrorizing the already frail populace, having made it quite clear that tonight there would be no blood filling the vampire’s crystal cups - a night of stale blood or starvation for the monsters.

Leaving nothing of the apple to rot in the labyrinthine Nyomornegyed, Salomé would flick its stem into the alley to her feet before rising to her full height.
Shouldering her heavy crossbow, the Ellenàllàs’ would cast one last glare at the monolithic fortress in front of her, her brow furrowing as a grim expression fell over her visage.

“Hope you got a full day’s sleep, you’ll need it.” She’d mutter under her breath as the bare-headed woman made her way down the roof, disappearing in the web-like bowels of Nyomornegyed, heading straight for the safe house and the adjacent cellar that bled into the vast tunnel systems that ran through the city's ground like pulsing veins of the resistance.

 

[Coldpopz]

A cloud of milky wisps pierced the morning air, punctuated by the scent of whiskey and mint. It disappeared as quickly as it came, plugged by another chug of the bottle in Elsa's hand. The sunshine matched her hair perfectly as she paced by the stares of those who watched, her baby blue eyes set on nothing but the gold liquid that poured through her lips. Pieces of the early dew settled on her trench coat, only to roll down the black material as if it were waxed. Suddenly, an especially powerful wind forced the bottle from her grip and it shattered on the cobblestone street. "FUCK," she spat.
Her shoulders dropped as she watched perfectly good alcohol slip into the drain. Elsa looked around with her lip curled into a sneer, her silent watchers darting their gazes away the moment she glanced at them. Of course, the whispers rose behind her as she went on her way, as predictable as the clink that follows a coin drop. And, just like that, the woman vanished.
In her wake, the trail of whispers continued. They spoke of the drunken specter that haunted their street every morning... sometimes even at night. It was as if she were a fog rolling onto a country road; there one second, gone the next.

A whisper in of herself.

Health: 100%

Status: Not quite sobre
Location: Sôtet Barlang
Interacting With: N/A
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[Simple_Traveler]

Sweeping swiftly through the streets like a crow search for fresh carrion Eizen huffed in frustration. It had been an hour since he'd entered the city and he hadn't yet found this Enya Lamera woman. To be fair his comrades back in Linwald had warned the doctor of Sotek Barlang's maze like architecture, but Eizen was starting to get fed up with all this wandering around.
'I suppose I could try asking for directions again,' he thought dryly. Ten minuets earlier Eizen had swallowed his pride and asked a young man for directions to Enya's healer abode. It hadn't exactly gone well, with the combination of Eizen's imposing height and bird-like doctor's mask covering his entire face the youth had simply muttered a few words before running off like a frightened rabbit.
After turning down yet another alleyway the doctor scanned his surroundings, the beak of his mask making his head resemble a periscope as he turned his head this way and that. There was no sign of the house his comrades had discribed. Though something did catch his attention, a bald headed woman walking purposefully down the streets. Seeing as he didn't have much to lose Eizen strode towards her.
"Excuse me," he called, "Do you think you could help me? I seem to be lost,"