Prince Vlad
05-24-06, 10:25 PM
Clouds filled the sky as far as the eye could see. Rain could be seen off in the distance, though it had not yet reached the town or the mansion that sat atop the hill. The skeleton of a wall could be seen around the mansion, but no one worked on it this early in the morning. With the rain coming towards the mansion, work would not resume for some time.
The mansion had been taken from the lord of the town and was being transformed into a fortress, a staging ground that would be used to take and control the surrounding lands. Whether peacefully or by force, the mansions new Lord would stop at nothing to regain the power he once held.
The sun had not yet risen but Vladmir Mirceas had been awake for many hours. He stood by a window staring out at the town and the courtyard both of which were empty except for a few gaurds on patrol. He turned from the window and stared at the room for a moment. This had been the mayors master suite. Plush red carpet covered the floor except in two spots and disappeared under the two massive maple doors that seperated the sitting room from the bedroom. Two marble fireplaces tall enough for a small man to walk into sat on either end of the room. They were more than enough to keep the room warm even on the coldest of nights, and here in the north it got real cold, yet no fire burned in them. The only two furnishings in the room were a monstrous four poster bed, covered with red satin sheets and four pillows, and an armoire made of maple. Vlad rarely used the armoire, since he had a walk in closet just down the hall where he kept most of his clothes, and of late he used the bed even less. He crossed the room and pushed the doors open.
The sitting room was covered with the same carpet except where the lone marble firplace sat on one side of the room. A fire burned there, obviously started by some maid. They never slept from what he could see, always bustling about on one errand or another at any hour, yet he barely paid them any mind. Two tables with four chairs apiece sat in the corners and one long bookcase filled a wall. The doors leading into the hall were maple as well, yet these were larger and carved with scenes of long forgotten battles.
Vlad thought about dressing before leaving the room, but he doubted anyone was awake. He left the room in just his pants, though when his foot fell on the cold stone in the hall he thought about at least putting on some shoes. Instead he shut the doors and hurried to the room down the hall. This had once been the lady of the mansions room. Now it belonged to the only person he loved, Nkana LaSair, a girl he had saved from villagers more than a year ago. Two gaurds stood at the doors. They came to attention as Vlad approached and saluted, pressing their left fist to their chest. Even in the dimly lit corridor, they could make out their Lord.
Vlad was 6'3" and 200 pounds of pure muscle. His most notable features were his long white hair, white eyes, and "tattoed" body. The black marks were script long forgotten by man that had been scorched onto his body when he fought a demon so long ago.
"Is she awake?"
"Not to my knowledge, my Lord, but her maid entered a little while ago."
Vlad nodded and pushed the doors to her sitting room open. The carpet here was white and as plush as his own. It was furnished almost exactly as his, though flowers added a softer touch to the room. No one was here, though a fire was blazing. Kelley, Nkanas personal maid, must have started it to take the chill from the room. The doors to the bedroom were closed but he could see the light from the fires flickering in her bedroom as well. Kelley cared more for Nkana than she did herself.
"Have the maids get breakfast ready for four and bring it here. Also have Gahreman come."
"Yes, M'Lord."
Gahreman was husband to Kelley and Vlads personal gaurd. Both had found him after he had lost his former state and followed him as if he were still their Prince.
Vlad took a book from the shelf and sat in a chair as far from the fireplace as he could. He thumbed through the pages without reading any of them.
The mansion had been taken from the lord of the town and was being transformed into a fortress, a staging ground that would be used to take and control the surrounding lands. Whether peacefully or by force, the mansions new Lord would stop at nothing to regain the power he once held.
The sun had not yet risen but Vladmir Mirceas had been awake for many hours. He stood by a window staring out at the town and the courtyard both of which were empty except for a few gaurds on patrol. He turned from the window and stared at the room for a moment. This had been the mayors master suite. Plush red carpet covered the floor except in two spots and disappeared under the two massive maple doors that seperated the sitting room from the bedroom. Two marble fireplaces tall enough for a small man to walk into sat on either end of the room. They were more than enough to keep the room warm even on the coldest of nights, and here in the north it got real cold, yet no fire burned in them. The only two furnishings in the room were a monstrous four poster bed, covered with red satin sheets and four pillows, and an armoire made of maple. Vlad rarely used the armoire, since he had a walk in closet just down the hall where he kept most of his clothes, and of late he used the bed even less. He crossed the room and pushed the doors open.
The sitting room was covered with the same carpet except where the lone marble firplace sat on one side of the room. A fire burned there, obviously started by some maid. They never slept from what he could see, always bustling about on one errand or another at any hour, yet he barely paid them any mind. Two tables with four chairs apiece sat in the corners and one long bookcase filled a wall. The doors leading into the hall were maple as well, yet these were larger and carved with scenes of long forgotten battles.
Vlad thought about dressing before leaving the room, but he doubted anyone was awake. He left the room in just his pants, though when his foot fell on the cold stone in the hall he thought about at least putting on some shoes. Instead he shut the doors and hurried to the room down the hall. This had once been the lady of the mansions room. Now it belonged to the only person he loved, Nkana LaSair, a girl he had saved from villagers more than a year ago. Two gaurds stood at the doors. They came to attention as Vlad approached and saluted, pressing their left fist to their chest. Even in the dimly lit corridor, they could make out their Lord.
Vlad was 6'3" and 200 pounds of pure muscle. His most notable features were his long white hair, white eyes, and "tattoed" body. The black marks were script long forgotten by man that had been scorched onto his body when he fought a demon so long ago.
"Is she awake?"
"Not to my knowledge, my Lord, but her maid entered a little while ago."
Vlad nodded and pushed the doors to her sitting room open. The carpet here was white and as plush as his own. It was furnished almost exactly as his, though flowers added a softer touch to the room. No one was here, though a fire was blazing. Kelley, Nkanas personal maid, must have started it to take the chill from the room. The doors to the bedroom were closed but he could see the light from the fires flickering in her bedroom as well. Kelley cared more for Nkana than she did herself.
"Have the maids get breakfast ready for four and bring it here. Also have Gahreman come."
"Yes, M'Lord."
Gahreman was husband to Kelley and Vlads personal gaurd. Both had found him after he had lost his former state and followed him as if he were still their Prince.
Vlad took a book from the shelf and sat in a chair as far from the fireplace as he could. He thumbed through the pages without reading any of them.