[Aris] Aristocracy Of The Night
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Clan Description
The History of the Aristocracy
Having spent many years verging on the borders of madness .Azrael had Finally came to his senses .A century has passed since His siring he has wasted away the nights far from home in the German city of Hamburg .The year is now 1706 the begging of the gothic period. This new attitude to design appealed to Azrael he took up residence in a grand Library living in the archives seldom visited by anyone he was left to his thoughts and his hunts until on a calm summers night banging on the Libraries grand doors echoed throughout Azrael knowing he was the only one in the building made his way from his lair in the depth of the archives to answer the door On opening the door he came face to face with a imposing looking gentleman finely dressed the man didn’t react when Azrael open the door he in fact went to knock again and would have struck Azrael if he hadn’t spoken "Excuse me sir can I help you " Startled the man took a step back "Yes..Yes you can boy, I felt you presence in here I need your assistance“ "My presence ..."Azrael was cut short "Well you are a vampire aren’t you “Azrael was now the one to be taken a back .By now Azrael hand noticed the gentlemen to be blinded and scared about the eyes "I am, come in sir " Azrael helped the man inside closed and bolted the doors behind him he lead the man to his lair in deep in the archives.
Over the next few nights the story came to pass the Gentleman Azrael had welcomed into his lair that night was a German Elder vampire .The elder of Hamburg that night their had bean coup he had been thrown form his position as a respected elder by a group of upstart dirty blood vampire ..that’s what he referred to them as anyway the elder went on to tell Azrael that night had been a grand feast for the upper classes in vampire society and when the coup had started he had taken it as a joke when the group had challenged him to a duel for his position he had accepted it as light hearted fun...That had all ended when even breaking the rules of a duel one of the group of his assailant’s through holy water in his eyes …such a terrible trick .Blinded he had been forced to flee form the feast …the group that had ousted him from power also made sure no one went to his aid ..in the following nights he had heard that they had established a new Hierarchy with the leading members of the groups claiming themselves to be elders .The Elder then went on to tell Azrael that it had been on his wanderings past the Library the had felt the presence of an unfamiliar vampire .That was Azrael and it was to whom he had come for Aid.
Over the next few months Azrael developed a great friendship with the Elder who’s name I turned out to be Frances Bane .Azrael had finally found himself a new cause he swore an oath with the Elder that he would help him restore the Original Aristocracy of the Night .Azrael for the first time in more than centaury set out to make contacts.
Bane spent the following days and weeks adjusting to his blindness he felt at home in the dark of the archives Azrael always brought him fresh food and they enjoyed each others company. Tonight however Bane had been practicing violin while Azrael was out he hadn’t noticed that he was late. Making his way through the cobbled city street Azrael was making his way up the alley past the winter palace gardens that would take him to the staircase leading down into the archives .He was heading back with bottled blood for Bane and food for themselves, work on finding people for the cause was going slowly and ever more dangerous the new elders had a bounty on banes head and anyone aiding him Azrael had to be careful of anyone he approached. Rounding the corner at the end of the street he was about to head down the cast Iron stairs when he felt what Bane had mentioned those many months ago he felt a foreign presence .Following his senses he followed the scent to a park where he noticed two figure huddled on bench under a blanket he placed his box of supplies by a tree and slowly approached the two. “Excuse me ladies or gentlemen…I know what you are ...” Azrael let his voice trail off. One of the figures quickly jumped up of the bench the other still rather sleepy lay on the bench the figure approached him Azrael could so tell he had the bodied of a young man meaning he was possible recently sired “I did not mean to startle you sir ..Or you companion “Azrael nodded to the person on the bench “But ever for creature such as yourself these streets are dangerous for foreigners” Azrael just hoped they spoke English for his German was poor. “And what could be so dangerous to us” the figure replied “Other of our kind this city is in a state of rebellion the laws of our kind no longer apply here” “Thank you for the warning” the man turned and was about to head back to his bench “ May I offer you and your friend shelter for this evening” the man was reluctant to accept but seeing his companion shivering on the bench he accepted “Thank you for the kind offer” the man went over and woke his friend ,Azrael picked up his packages and lead them to entrance to the archive .
“More company Azrael?” Bane said laying his violin on the table as Azrael entered with the two strangers “I found them as you found me Bane, with there strange scent. “ "Ah yes I smell it too ...Neither of you are from this country are you “the young man and a young girl Both shook there head “Well it doesn’t your welcome in mine and Azrael home ...Please get you warm” Bane nodded towards a fire even though he could not see it .
As the evening passed on into the next day Azrael and Bane had become familiar with their new friends Shadar an Strand .They where runaway from their native country and had been traveling together for the past few years .It wasn’t long before Bane had convinced Shadar to join his cause and whatever Shadar did Strand followed. Bane praised Shadar, as Shadar took a liking to picking the locks on ancient vaults in the depth of the archive. Many months since the beginning of this saga and now the Aristocracy now has two new members.
Azrael had now established quite a network of connections. Through this underground source of information he had heard about a mad creature that lived in the sewers under the city .He had been informed this creature killed indiscriminately it killed vampires werewolves, other creatures of the night and Human of course .But he had also been told this creature didn’t kill out of anger or rage it killed out of hunger it had been described and a primal vampire possessing of a strength twice that of most of his kind. After a lengthy discussion with Bane who in his long reign as an elder had heard of this creature and others like them Azrael came to the conclusion to approach the creature with a hand of friendship and in turn hopped to receive a powerful ally.
Khaine crouched in a sewer under the streets scuttling between piles of skulls and trinkets that he called home. Long claw like fingers raked through the waste looking for what he could smell. Khaine had the look of what once was a tall and handsome man who had been subjected the years of torture and beatings, his greasy unwashed black hair hung around his scared and time worn face, his nails were long, black and a filthy as his skin and his eyes were large and dark. Dressed in the tattered remains of a suit and long coat of the period the only thing about him that seemed still clean were his teeth, long and sharp the gleamed in the dull light and his fished the cold body form the sewage and sunk in his teeth. The Cold blood taste foul in his mouth but it filled him with enough energy to live another day. Somewhere in the recesses of Khaines broken mind he felt a longing for more. Suddenly he heard footsteps heading down the tunnel, chained scuttled to hide behind and pile of skulls when he heard a voice "Don’t fear sir, my name is Azrael mortis, another of your kind” Khaine moved out form behind his pile of skulls which even Azrael found slightly intimidating raising him self up to his full height which was roughly that of Azrael but appeared far greater due to his muscle mass. Khaine first instinct was to charge at the intruder but instead he asked “What do you want” it came out more of roar that human speech “ Iv come to propose a deal “ Azrael sighted the cold dead body in water “I don’t need your deals” Khaine turned his back on Azrael “Perhaps you would take my offer of food…hot blood and a comfortable place to stay “ Turning once again but walking up almost squaring up to Azrael. Azrael’s words had sunk deep though they may not of meant much to most that offer meant a lot to Khaine “What do you want in return “ he breath heavily in Azrael face “Only that you listen to my Elders plea and that you stay with us , you are welcome to leave our lair at any time “
The discussion didn’t last much longer Khaine grabbed a cloth with some of this trinkets in it and followed Azrael. Taking Khaine to the archives Azrael wondered what Shadar and strand would make of this powerful creature once they had arrived a long night of discussion followed Khaine spent most of the night distrusting of the group until they finally told him there plea .A solemn nod came form Khaine’s head as he agreed to join the revolutionary band .The Old Aristocracy had become and odd bunch indeed.
Always seeking the story since her siring Flamewind had become even more relentless in seeking more information more interesting gossip. No longer needing to please her employers Flame was free to travel research things that interested her .Her travels brought her to Germany to the city of Hamburg .She hadn’t intended to spend long here but after the first few nights in the city a story had caught her attention apparently few years ago the local vampire Hierarchy got overthrown and recently a group calling them selves the Aristocracy of the Night were claiming to be fighting to restore the rightful elder. The second week into her visit to Hamburg Flame had used her relentless persistence to get her a meeting with Azrael the figure supposed to be responsible for the formation of the group.
Their meeting took place in a tavern on the outskirts of the city in a rather down trodden district. By Lamp light the two began their talk Azrael had asked to meet in this out of the way place to avoid confrontation with other local vampires. “What drives your cause” was the first question Flame fired at Azrael. “Each member has their own reason for fighting this battle.” Azrael went on to explain their situations. Azrael was slightly worried at the Notes flame was taking. “Oh don’t I just like to note everything down”.
Azrael didn’t ease up much but he began to tell her of their hideout he wasn’t sure if the gamble he was making was going to pay off. But it was appearing to at the mention of the vast volume of text that the archives they stayed in held .Flames eyes widened “Is there any way I could gain access to the archives” Flame asked quite excited about the prospect of reading the ancient tomes. “Join the group” Azrael smiled his gamble was paying off “I get to study the archives and stay in the Library with you if I join the group” Flame debated the offer “What would the group expect of me “ Azrael quickly replied “Only your services as a snoop gathering information seems to be a talent of yours” With a excited bang on the desk Flame accepted Azrael offer . Now once again the Aristocracy has grown now to include a snoop that would make the modern day press incredible jealous.
Harbor mists rolled in over the dockside. This was the fifth night Azrael had spent waiting by these dark waters for a night ship. The reason for his waiting was a letter he had sent back home, the letter was more of a request for an old friend’s aid but he was beginning to doubt they’d turn up. Blinking for a moment he was unwilling to believe his own night vision, a great wooden hull was breaking through the waves and mist and heading for port. Rising to his feet Azrael began running along the pier to greet this ship as it grew closer he noticed something odd about the boat. This wasn’t the English ship he had been expecting, this vessel was Oriental. He slowed to a steady walk as the boarding plank was pushed from the ship onto the pier; Azrael stood to one side as the crew and passengers of this ship disembarked, still looking for his friend, but to no avail. But someone else caught his eye, a woman who was the last to disembark. She was dressed in an odd white dress which seemed to defy the darkness, Azrael had been guessing this vessel had come from China or Japan but now he was sure. He walked from his position at the end of the pier to pace beside the woman. His senses were on fire, he was sure this woman was a vampire of some sort but he couldn’t be sure; the white face make up didn’t exactly help. “Excuse me miss, I was wondering if you had seen a friend of mine on the boat? A young British woman?” a quick thought ran through his head “What a stupid question. She might not even speak English after all, I’m in Germany, how do I expect an oriental person to speak English?” so when the response came it took Azrael a back slightly “No I didn’t” was the short brief reply “Oh, um, thank you …are you on a trade mission?” The women didn’t respond well to the question. With a flash of movement from the wide cloth sleeves of her dress a needle was sticking in Azrael’s throat. “Time to make a gamble.” Azrael’s fangs descended “That won’t get rid of me miss...” Azrael smiled .For the first time the women stopped and looked at him. “So this is why you where so persistent you’re a western vampire” the young women smiled “May I ask what you want with me” she placed her hand back in the folds probably a more deadly position than having them where u can see them. “Just a small warning to you and any more of our kind that were on that ship …the Hierarchy the law and rules that control our kind in this city have been turned up side down the vampire community is in a time of upheaval this is not a safe city to be wandering” the young women laughed a little “Are you offering me your protection cause I can assure you I don’t need it “ “No not my protection the protection of the group I belong to ….the Aristocracy of the Night” “And what is the purpose of this Aristocracy? “ it was a title that she liked the name of however “The purpose is to restore the rightful leader to his throne in this city and see the vampires responsible for this coup put to death” “Sounds like a noble cause ,ill consider it ..But first I will be requiring a place to stay” “We’ll that I can offer ...I hope you don’t mind sharing “the pair talk as Azrael lead the stranger back to the archives “May I ask your name ...” Azrael stopped just short of the entrance side door “My name is HaiKiuri Japanese geisha “Azrael bowed “Azrael Mortis “he pushed open the old oak door into the archives. The next few hours where interesting indeed on introducing HaiKiuri to Bane he seemed to show a new side to himself a traveled side it seems Bane had visited Asia and Japan a few times in his long life. Azrael fro once didn’t have much to do with the conversation instead Bane had asked him to set up a room for the young women. A room Azrael had thought was something rather hard to set up when you live in a grand library archives but he knew the place well and began work transforming an old what he presumed was storage room into a bed room he brought in a hay mattress and pillows along with some silk curtains taken for the main library to be used as sheets. Azrael headed back to Bane and HaiKiuri to find out the outcome of their conversation on entering the room he was greeted by a soft high laughed and one more familiar and older it seems Bane and HaiKiuri had been getting on well . “Ah Azrael, Lady HaiKiuri will be staying with us for sometime. She has explained to me her situation and I have explained ours. She is willing to help in our cause in exchange for the room and food during her stay in Germany.” Azrael nodded “Very good, a pleasure to have you on board. I’d better inform the others”. Azrael bowed and left the two to the conversation “My library gets busier every day“ he sighed with a slight smile.
(Please if you would like your characters added to the history send me a backing story to base it on and ill see to it your added ASAP, Also for background imformation on Azrael ,Shadar or strand see the apropriate character pages )
(Im still not nearly done updating, this is just after a quick spell check. Id welcome anyone whos willing to help! -HaiKiuri)
Having spent many years verging on the borders of madness .Azrael had Finally came to his senses .A century has passed since His siring he has wasted away the nights far from home in the German city of Hamburg .The year is now 1706 the begging of the gothic period. This new attitude to design appealed to Azrael he took up residence in a grand Library living in the archives seldom visited by anyone he was left to his thoughts and his hunts until on a calm summers night banging on the Libraries grand doors echoed throughout Azrael knowing he was the only one in the building made his way from his lair in the depth of the archives to answer the door On opening the door he came face to face with a imposing looking gentleman finely dressed the man didn’t react when Azrael open the door he in fact went to knock again and would have struck Azrael if he hadn’t spoken "Excuse me sir can I help you " Startled the man took a step back "Yes..Yes you can boy, I felt you presence in here I need your assistance“ "My presence ..."Azrael was cut short "Well you are a vampire aren’t you “Azrael was now the one to be taken a back .By now Azrael hand noticed the gentlemen to be blinded and scared about the eyes "I am, come in sir " Azrael helped the man inside closed and bolted the doors behind him he lead the man to his lair in deep in the archives.
Over the next few nights the story came to pass the Gentleman Azrael had welcomed into his lair that night was a German Elder vampire .The elder of Hamburg that night their had bean coup he had been thrown form his position as a respected elder by a group of upstart dirty blood vampire ..that’s what he referred to them as anyway the elder went on to tell Azrael that night had been a grand feast for the upper classes in vampire society and when the coup had started he had taken it as a joke when the group had challenged him to a duel for his position he had accepted it as light hearted fun...That had all ended when even breaking the rules of a duel one of the group of his assailant’s through holy water in his eyes …such a terrible trick .Blinded he had been forced to flee form the feast …the group that had ousted him from power also made sure no one went to his aid ..in the following nights he had heard that they had established a new Hierarchy with the leading members of the groups claiming themselves to be elders .The Elder then went on to tell Azrael that it had been on his wanderings past the Library the had felt the presence of an unfamiliar vampire .That was Azrael and it was to whom he had come for Aid.
Over the next few months Azrael developed a great friendship with the Elder who’s name I turned out to be Frances Bane .Azrael had finally found himself a new cause he swore an oath with the Elder that he would help him restore the Original Aristocracy of the Night .Azrael for the first time in more than centaury set out to make contacts.
Bane spent the following days and weeks adjusting to his blindness he felt at home in the dark of the archives Azrael always brought him fresh food and they enjoyed each others company. Tonight however Bane had been practicing violin while Azrael was out he hadn’t noticed that he was late. Making his way through the cobbled city street Azrael was making his way up the alley past the winter palace gardens that would take him to the staircase leading down into the archives .He was heading back with bottled blood for Bane and food for themselves, work on finding people for the cause was going slowly and ever more dangerous the new elders had a bounty on banes head and anyone aiding him Azrael had to be careful of anyone he approached. Rounding the corner at the end of the street he was about to head down the cast Iron stairs when he felt what Bane had mentioned those many months ago he felt a foreign presence .Following his senses he followed the scent to a park where he noticed two figure huddled on bench under a blanket he placed his box of supplies by a tree and slowly approached the two. “Excuse me ladies or gentlemen…I know what you are ...” Azrael let his voice trail off. One of the figures quickly jumped up of the bench the other still rather sleepy lay on the bench the figure approached him Azrael could so tell he had the bodied of a young man meaning he was possible recently sired “I did not mean to startle you sir ..Or you companion “Azrael nodded to the person on the bench “But ever for creature such as yourself these streets are dangerous for foreigners” Azrael just hoped they spoke English for his German was poor. “And what could be so dangerous to us” the figure replied “Other of our kind this city is in a state of rebellion the laws of our kind no longer apply here” “Thank you for the warning” the man turned and was about to head back to his bench “ May I offer you and your friend shelter for this evening” the man was reluctant to accept but seeing his companion shivering on the bench he accepted “Thank you for the kind offer” the man went over and woke his friend ,Azrael picked up his packages and lead them to entrance to the archive .
“More company Azrael?” Bane said laying his violin on the table as Azrael entered with the two strangers “I found them as you found me Bane, with there strange scent. “ "Ah yes I smell it too ...Neither of you are from this country are you “the young man and a young girl Both shook there head “Well it doesn’t your welcome in mine and Azrael home ...Please get you warm” Bane nodded towards a fire even though he could not see it .
As the evening passed on into the next day Azrael and Bane had become familiar with their new friends Shadar an Strand .They where runaway from their native country and had been traveling together for the past few years .It wasn’t long before Bane had convinced Shadar to join his cause and whatever Shadar did Strand followed. Bane praised Shadar, as Shadar took a liking to picking the locks on ancient vaults in the depth of the archive. Many months since the beginning of this saga and now the Aristocracy now has two new members.
Azrael had now established quite a network of connections. Through this underground source of information he had heard about a mad creature that lived in the sewers under the city .He had been informed this creature killed indiscriminately it killed vampires werewolves, other creatures of the night and Human of course .But he had also been told this creature didn’t kill out of anger or rage it killed out of hunger it had been described and a primal vampire possessing of a strength twice that of most of his kind. After a lengthy discussion with Bane who in his long reign as an elder had heard of this creature and others like them Azrael came to the conclusion to approach the creature with a hand of friendship and in turn hopped to receive a powerful ally.
Khaine crouched in a sewer under the streets scuttling between piles of skulls and trinkets that he called home. Long claw like fingers raked through the waste looking for what he could smell. Khaine had the look of what once was a tall and handsome man who had been subjected the years of torture and beatings, his greasy unwashed black hair hung around his scared and time worn face, his nails were long, black and a filthy as his skin and his eyes were large and dark. Dressed in the tattered remains of a suit and long coat of the period the only thing about him that seemed still clean were his teeth, long and sharp the gleamed in the dull light and his fished the cold body form the sewage and sunk in his teeth. The Cold blood taste foul in his mouth but it filled him with enough energy to live another day. Somewhere in the recesses of Khaines broken mind he felt a longing for more. Suddenly he heard footsteps heading down the tunnel, chained scuttled to hide behind and pile of skulls when he heard a voice "Don’t fear sir, my name is Azrael mortis, another of your kind” Khaine moved out form behind his pile of skulls which even Azrael found slightly intimidating raising him self up to his full height which was roughly that of Azrael but appeared far greater due to his muscle mass. Khaine first instinct was to charge at the intruder but instead he asked “What do you want” it came out more of roar that human speech “ Iv come to propose a deal “ Azrael sighted the cold dead body in water “I don’t need your deals” Khaine turned his back on Azrael “Perhaps you would take my offer of food…hot blood and a comfortable place to stay “ Turning once again but walking up almost squaring up to Azrael. Azrael’s words had sunk deep though they may not of meant much to most that offer meant a lot to Khaine “What do you want in return “ he breath heavily in Azrael face “Only that you listen to my Elders plea and that you stay with us , you are welcome to leave our lair at any time “
The discussion didn’t last much longer Khaine grabbed a cloth with some of this trinkets in it and followed Azrael. Taking Khaine to the archives Azrael wondered what Shadar and strand would make of this powerful creature once they had arrived a long night of discussion followed Khaine spent most of the night distrusting of the group until they finally told him there plea .A solemn nod came form Khaine’s head as he agreed to join the revolutionary band .The Old Aristocracy had become and odd bunch indeed.
Always seeking the story since her siring Flamewind had become even more relentless in seeking more information more interesting gossip. No longer needing to please her employers Flame was free to travel research things that interested her .Her travels brought her to Germany to the city of Hamburg .She hadn’t intended to spend long here but after the first few nights in the city a story had caught her attention apparently few years ago the local vampire Hierarchy got overthrown and recently a group calling them selves the Aristocracy of the Night were claiming to be fighting to restore the rightful elder. The second week into her visit to Hamburg Flame had used her relentless persistence to get her a meeting with Azrael the figure supposed to be responsible for the formation of the group.
Their meeting took place in a tavern on the outskirts of the city in a rather down trodden district. By Lamp light the two began their talk Azrael had asked to meet in this out of the way place to avoid confrontation with other local vampires. “What drives your cause” was the first question Flame fired at Azrael. “Each member has their own reason for fighting this battle.” Azrael went on to explain their situations. Azrael was slightly worried at the Notes flame was taking. “Oh don’t I just like to note everything down”.
Azrael didn’t ease up much but he began to tell her of their hideout he wasn’t sure if the gamble he was making was going to pay off. But it was appearing to at the mention of the vast volume of text that the archives they stayed in held .Flames eyes widened “Is there any way I could gain access to the archives” Flame asked quite excited about the prospect of reading the ancient tomes. “Join the group” Azrael smiled his gamble was paying off “I get to study the archives and stay in the Library with you if I join the group” Flame debated the offer “What would the group expect of me “ Azrael quickly replied “Only your services as a snoop gathering information seems to be a talent of yours” With a excited bang on the desk Flame accepted Azrael offer . Now once again the Aristocracy has grown now to include a snoop that would make the modern day press incredible jealous.
Harbor mists rolled in over the dockside. This was the fifth night Azrael had spent waiting by these dark waters for a night ship. The reason for his waiting was a letter he had sent back home, the letter was more of a request for an old friend’s aid but he was beginning to doubt they’d turn up. Blinking for a moment he was unwilling to believe his own night vision, a great wooden hull was breaking through the waves and mist and heading for port. Rising to his feet Azrael began running along the pier to greet this ship as it grew closer he noticed something odd about the boat. This wasn’t the English ship he had been expecting, this vessel was Oriental. He slowed to a steady walk as the boarding plank was pushed from the ship onto the pier; Azrael stood to one side as the crew and passengers of this ship disembarked, still looking for his friend, but to no avail. But someone else caught his eye, a woman who was the last to disembark. She was dressed in an odd white dress which seemed to defy the darkness, Azrael had been guessing this vessel had come from China or Japan but now he was sure. He walked from his position at the end of the pier to pace beside the woman. His senses were on fire, he was sure this woman was a vampire of some sort but he couldn’t be sure; the white face make up didn’t exactly help. “Excuse me miss, I was wondering if you had seen a friend of mine on the boat? A young British woman?” a quick thought ran through his head “What a stupid question. She might not even speak English after all, I’m in Germany, how do I expect an oriental person to speak English?” so when the response came it took Azrael a back slightly “No I didn’t” was the short brief reply “Oh, um, thank you …are you on a trade mission?” The women didn’t respond well to the question. With a flash of movement from the wide cloth sleeves of her dress a needle was sticking in Azrael’s throat. “Time to make a gamble.” Azrael’s fangs descended “That won’t get rid of me miss...” Azrael smiled .For the first time the women stopped and looked at him. “So this is why you where so persistent you’re a western vampire” the young women smiled “May I ask what you want with me” she placed her hand back in the folds probably a more deadly position than having them where u can see them. “Just a small warning to you and any more of our kind that were on that ship …the Hierarchy the law and rules that control our kind in this city have been turned up side down the vampire community is in a time of upheaval this is not a safe city to be wandering” the young women laughed a little “Are you offering me your protection cause I can assure you I don’t need it “ “No not my protection the protection of the group I belong to ….the Aristocracy of the Night” “And what is the purpose of this Aristocracy? “ it was a title that she liked the name of however “The purpose is to restore the rightful leader to his throne in this city and see the vampires responsible for this coup put to death” “Sounds like a noble cause ,ill consider it ..But first I will be requiring a place to stay” “We’ll that I can offer ...I hope you don’t mind sharing “the pair talk as Azrael lead the stranger back to the archives “May I ask your name ...” Azrael stopped just short of the entrance side door “My name is HaiKiuri Japanese geisha “Azrael bowed “Azrael Mortis “he pushed open the old oak door into the archives. The next few hours where interesting indeed on introducing HaiKiuri to Bane he seemed to show a new side to himself a traveled side it seems Bane had visited Asia and Japan a few times in his long life. Azrael fro once didn’t have much to do with the conversation instead Bane had asked him to set up a room for the young women. A room Azrael had thought was something rather hard to set up when you live in a grand library archives but he knew the place well and began work transforming an old what he presumed was storage room into a bed room he brought in a hay mattress and pillows along with some silk curtains taken for the main library to be used as sheets. Azrael headed back to Bane and HaiKiuri to find out the outcome of their conversation on entering the room he was greeted by a soft high laughed and one more familiar and older it seems Bane and HaiKiuri had been getting on well . “Ah Azrael, Lady HaiKiuri will be staying with us for sometime. She has explained to me her situation and I have explained ours. She is willing to help in our cause in exchange for the room and food during her stay in Germany.” Azrael nodded “Very good, a pleasure to have you on board. I’d better inform the others”. Azrael bowed and left the two to the conversation “My library gets busier every day“ he sighed with a slight smile.
(Please if you would like your characters added to the history send me a backing story to base it on and ill see to it your added ASAP, Also for background imformation on Azrael ,Shadar or strand see the apropriate character pages )
(Im still not nearly done updating, this is just after a quick spell check. Id welcome anyone whos willing to help! -HaiKiuri)
Clan members: 13
| Name: | Level: | Rank: |
| Quicksilver Strand | 29 | Long Fang |
| Shadar Faile | 24 | Long Fang |
| Flamewind | 17 | Long Fang |
| HaiKiuri | 14 | Blood Sister |
| hirotaka yunto | 14 | Blood Brother |
| Azrael Mortis | 13 | Clan leader |
| leonhart08 | 10 | Candidate |
| Orlok | 4 | Candidate |
| RNR | 3 | Blood sister |
| pepik | 2 | Candidate |
| Valkemierre | 2 | Candidate |
| Cail | 1 | Candidate |
| khaine | 1 | Blood Brother |
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