Castles Vampiria, Fright, and Hope

[Dr. Strange]

The panther pulled her lips back in a snarl and crept closer.

[DaiRraito IS, FurryLAE.]

(( I'm going to try third person roleplaying ( i.e. He, instead of I )  ))
"Hmm...." Atticus stared at the blood red crystal in his hand..
"I wonder what powers it holds.." He asked himself.

[knightfighter]

"My name is Lord Crimson Fury at your service" he said bowing politely as was his custom to do when introducing himself to others no matter whom they may be, unless a foe of course.

[Dr. Strange]

"Hello Lord and Master Crimson Fury." The bear sighed, bowing til his nose was touching the ground. "I am your servant." He straightened up,  remembering his manners. "Syrial at your command."

[Sen]

After circling the castle numerous times, Sen finally found a proper foothold and grabbed hold of a sturdy stone, hoisting himself up,  slowly, he reached the top of the castle in short order.  Now, he only needed to find a way in.  Since he was amid ruins, it wouldn't be that hard to make an entrance if need be...

[knightfighter]

"Well Syrial by chance is there anything you can tell me about this palace, for I had received a letter recently stating I am the heir to it."

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

over hears the conversation that was going on but stays stuck into the dakrness of the doorway

[Dr. Strange]

"Castle Vampiria? You?" The cub snorted. "I know a story about Vampiria, but I doubt it'd be any help to you." It stated.

[knightfighter]

"Trust me any information at this point can be very helpful, for all i know is apparently I am the last of the blood lineage of those who ruled this castle. So please if you do not mind tell me the story."

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

ish still listening but getting cramp

[Dr. Strange]

"Very well. You might want to sit down for this." It paused, getting comfortable.

[knightfighter]

Crimson Fury found an old, wooden dust covered chair and pulled it up to him as he sat down on it, then motioned to the bear cub he was ready to hear his story.

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

she sat downtoo but in darknes

[Dr. Strange]

"There have always been three castles; Vampiria, Fright, and Hope. All three have been around since this land was created. In Vampiria, there were four rulers: Syrial, Mala, Nekko, and Alrept. Three of which died with no children. Syrial had three daughters who were married off to the other two Castles. His pride was his third daughter, the heir of Vampiria. Alyss was the sweetest, youngest and quietest of the trio. Her husband was the Prince of Fright Castle. They fell in love shortly before the wedding and were happy to be so lucky. She had three beautiful baby boys. Her oldest sister, Joy, was sour, vain, and nasty. She constantly complained and was never happy with her husband, Joseph. They had a daughter and a son. Syras and Kali were inseperable. When Kali died, Syras vowed revenge against her older sister and protection to her youngest. They never seemed to get along much..." Syrial took a deep breath, adjusting himself.

"Castle Vampiria has been a safe haven for any who so seek protection from the ever-present wrath of Syras. She left her castle to consume all the lands and castles around her. In the war between Hope and Fright, Hope was the first to fall, named after its' creator: Hope Reas. Vampiria the last. Or so the legend goes. There were supposedly three heirs who would step foward when all hope had been lost but many of us stopped believing the story and it became burried. After a few centuries, not more than a handful knew the real location to the castles..." He sighed, his mother had been strict with him keeping every detail but he decided Crimson should figure some things out on his own. "Thus the Castle Vampiria stands before you now, a heap of debris and cobwebs. Nothing but grahnem."

[Somebody]

Shadows danced behind the pillars, like children playfully hiding from the torches' light. He sat there on the last step pouring over pages of old script looking for directions. A bug skuttled across his killer claw but he paid it no attention, he was so close he could just see it in his mind. Suddenly he stood up and yelled "I got it!" while shaking his fist in excitement. He hurridly stuffed the paper in his pack and raced off out of the door and down the hall, weaving in and out of passages with a almost otherworldly grace.

At last he came to the library, the door had long since collapsed inward due to age. He walked inside, clearing a cobweb as he went. Many rows of shelves stood before him and thousands of books, most had succumbed to age and were no longer legible. Thankfully for him the one he was looking for would be encased and would survive time. He wandered the isles, dreaming of what reaches of fact and fiction would littler the room's many pages. "If only I could live forever and delve into every one of these books" he said softly to himself, playfully pulling a book from the shelf which promtly fell apart to the floor. He came to a door in the back with a label that in the lizard tongue would say "For Royalty only" and he knew he had found it.

Once again the door collapsed as he touched it, a few rats scurrying out past him as he made his way inside. "Not very kingly" he thought to himself noticing the rather lackluster room. At the far end of a long table was a case, which he smashed open revealing a magical tome. He looked curiously upon it, it looked new and without tear. It glowed faintly but felt of warmth. He had found his prize and quickly snatched it up