*~* With a certain flair of elegance and the added touch of a whimsical tune hummed softly under her breath, a lithe body clad in a concealing ebony cloak makes an appearance in the dimly lit doorway of the Room. With a paled hand clasping at what seems to be an ordinary silver throat-clasp, the head of the hooded traveler turns about to glance passively at those within the establishment. The other hand, previously concealed within the depths of the cloak, extends what appears to be more of a mystical 'wand' rather than the staff it is currently used as. It stands 3 feet tall on an upraised 'tail' of crystalline at the woman's side, resembling that of an oriental dragon standing upright. With each detailed feature of the 'staff', from the curves of the elongated tail- impressed with scales, upwards to it's outstretched talons- each a defined needle point {which look as if they would tear flesh as effectively and effortlessly as it's live counterparts would do so}; the dragon seems to take on an enchanting lifelike characteristic, as if it had been frozen in this position in the early stages of it's life. This seems especially true in the way it's bejeweled emerald eyes peer out at the room, taking in the light and reflecting it back through the emerald gems and the spherical ruby, polished to perfection which is clasped in its open mouth, lined with razor esque rows of bared teeth, each coming to the same needlepoint the talons did......*~*
*~* Heaving a slight sigh as she concludes her musical rendition, she reaches or the side of the ebony hood taking her hand from over the throat-latch of the cloak,. revealing it's not-so-ordinary aspect. Now revealed as a vague image of a woman's face, eyes twisted with cruelty as snakes emerge from her head where hair should be.. {..Medusa} Each snake with a diamond encrusted as a peering eye.. ever watching.. Shaking the hood from her head, it puddles midway down her back in folds of black velvet, with unrestrained tresses of the same colour hair overhanging her shoulders in damp waves and curls. Catlike eyes passively washing over the crowd, she sidesteps out of the doorway and over to an empty table, resting her staff by the chair as she proceeds to take up her raven hair in her hands and ring it free of the last lingering water droplets....*~*
*~* A notable simper upon her mulberry-coloured lips, she takes another look upon those inhabiting the Inn before raising her hands upwards and speaking out to the room..*~* " Hail!! Prezipeetashun every folk! " *~* Laughs aloud, her slight accent, almost resembling a 'Transylvanian' one notable, as are her glinting and twinkling eyes in the firelight..*~* "Zeesh.. 'zo quiet in here.." *~* Flicks her damp hair back over her shoulder and takes up the staff in her hands, bowing courtly to the room..*~* " Allow me.. I am Sabriá Fa'sayle, of 'ze land Raya Fa'sayle.. your honourz.... 'ze most acquainted.. of courrz...." *~* Lingering upon the last word, she raises her gaze upwards to the room and addresses them once more with a nod and slight smile..*~*
" 'Zo you vant to know of 'zhis plaze I come from, yezz..? 'Zhis land of myzteriez.. zhiz, forzaken paradize..? 'Zhis land once known by all az.... Raya Fa'sayle...? Vell, no ozher perzon to azk but me I z'poze, eh..?" *~*She smiles warmly, taking a seat opposite you motioning for you to sit adjascent from herself, her ebony eyes speakings oftly, wordlessly as they waver over to the empty chair in which she extends her hand across to..*~* "Pleaze... do make yourzelf confertable..."*~*......
*~* You hear a slight static in your mind.. faint but still there, as the background behind Sabriá's soft, accented voice....*~* "Zhere 'vere many people once inhabited on 'ze Raya Fa'sayle.... people of all kind.. for all 'vere velcome.... all got along az friends......" *~*A slight images flickers in the back of your mind.. one of peaceful surroundings.. with Victorian-esque women dressed to the nine's.. and regal men dressed in their best... it seems the whole land was a courtly festival of sorts.... children running about with others, playing with balloons and toys.. whilst the adults took to socializing with the other adults.. smiling chuckling and drinking their fine wines in the vineyard..*~*
"But 'zhen..." *~*The peaceful image flickers.... and is replaced with a dark setting.. perhaps that of an alley-way.. where two beasts.. perhaps as large as humans consort with one another... their shadowy garb and gleaming red eyes the only clue as to tell they were not visitors of the norm.....*~* "'Zhere were problemz in Raya Fa'sayle az 'vell.. 'zhough t'vas s free land for all to come and go az zhey pleased.. 'zheer vere always fights.. more-so in the bleak of night... where most of 'ze "vizzitorz' 'vould come out of 'zheir hiding... and t'vas 'zem.. 'ze night childes who 'ad ztarted 'ze 'path 'zhat 'vould only lead to th fall of Raya Fa'sayle..." *~*She sighs somewhat. her presence notably within your mind.. posing no threat however.. somewhat similar to that of a bird peering over one's shoulder as they read...instead Sabriá's presence hovering over you- the viziter as the scenes play within the mind...*~*
*~*Her voice continues softly in the back of your mind.. narrating the images that are shown....*~* "Ze 'vampirez 'vere 'ze vunz 'zhat did not geta long...... now.. Raya Fa'sayle.. as you might not be familiar vit.. translate into..'Ze Land of 'ze Mystics[Magic]' and rightly 'zo.. for 'zere vere, garou, shapechangers, mages, and ze vampirez. of courze...... now.. 'ze Camarilla 'ver comfortable vit ze Raya Fa'sayle.. for it 'vaz 'az if the land 'vaz their haven.. no threats 'vere pozed upon 'zhem.. until 'ze Sabbat interrupted.... that.. t'vas vhen all dimished........." *~*The alley scene changes.. into intoa greusome sight of bloodshed, war, rape, dead bodies, torture and other atrocities....*~* "ze bickering bet'veen 'ze Camarilla and 'ze Sabbat grew very harsh.. and ovten zheir dizputez took place in 'ze middle of 'ze streetz... on 'ze lawns of citizenz' homez.. and more commenly.. in ze alleys and darketries on 'ze outskirts of ze land....... T'vas retched...." *~*The image continues to play.. it's greusome sight accented by various sound effects.. of howls and hisses and death cries.. and children's cries..*~*
*~*Sighs slightly.. noting your tenseness..... and apologising wordlessly as the sound effects die down.... and the scene changes.. to a dark sunset.. over a blood-stained Ocean shore.. where a quiet, reaking silence sinks upon the land... where dead bodies fade away.. some into ash.. others into puddles of myst.. slowly evaporating..and yet still others remain there.... innocents.. left dead.. and killed in an insane chaos... Innocents.. infants.. the regal men in their tuxedos.. the dismembered women no longer in their ravishing gowns or with their hair done up nicely..*~* "And 'zo.. 'zhat vas 'ze fall...... or. ze beginning.... Many did indeed escape....... though.. az for ze land of Raya Fa'sayle.. t'vas captured by 'ze Sabbat... -for.. 'ze Camarilla...- having long zince pushed avay zheir dezire for battle and blood-lust and frenzied feedings .. inztead, raised and taught in the mortal vay of justice and peaceful bearings.. and in 'zhat, for zheir savety and ze savefty of ze land and itz reputation- ze vampiric natures and lush populazion were concealed, and hidden... 'Vich I know 'az become 'vhat ve know az 'ze Masquarde, I believe......" *~*
*~* The scene carries on.. examining the bloody shore line.. -lined with those whom were once at ease in their lush courtyards and.... Raya Fa'sayle..... Now.. -'zheir magic gone.. az vur zhey-... zhere vaz nothing.........*~* " Ze Sabbat took everything Raya Fa'sayle 'ad..... and being quite content 'vit 'zheir current peaceful settings.. Raya Fa'sayle 'vas not prepared for battle.. nor 'sought to be....... but 'ze attack of 'ze Sabbat left deep scars in the land.. and due to that fact.. t'was ne'er rebuilt.. just left az 'ze mess 'vuz....... 'ze bones and ashez e'er 'zhere 'az a conztant reminder of 'ze Sabbat's evyl..... ~*sighs once more.. faintly.. allowing the image to flicker from the her mind.... the former images slowly reforming as it had been before the show started within your mind......*~* "And 'zhat iz 'ze story......of 'ze Raya Fa'lyzados.. or Land of 'Ze Defeated.... " *~* Looks upon the visiter with dull, lifeless ebony eyes.. matching the wavy, limp tresses of her raven-wing hair.... her voice still within the girl's mind.. as are the images and staff..*~* (~" 'Zhis took plaze.. as 'ze revolt of ze Camarilla and 'ze rise of 'ze Camarilla started.. 'zhat iz zhe reason nothin' vas organized in termz of 'security.. no vun knew who vaz against who... 'exzzept 'ze Sabbat of course......." *~*Frowns setting the staff to her side at the table.. it's bejweled eyes and mouth dormant in their 'normal' state..*~*
*~*Watches the viziter.. looking almost..... tired from her activity within the girls' mind..*~* "Ahh.. but 'zheir t'iz alvays hope,... iv you look 'ard enuv 'vor it.. 'zhere iz.." *~*Smiles slightly.. watching you with a certain warmth in her cat-like ebony eyes..*~* "'Ze Sabbat 'ave dezerted ze land... but. 'ze problem iz.. I.... regreatably.. waz.. or..-am- 'ze heir....." *~*Frownz, almost as if ashamed...*~* "Az I 'zaid.. 'zhere -vere- survivorz.. me being vun of 'zhem.. 'ze eldest daughter of a Tremere Primogen himself.. not 'zhat it mattered at 'ze time.... 'zhis occured 'vhen I 'vas a mere young childe.... 100 years of age... " ~*~*Shrugs, stroking the staff*~* "now.. 'zhis.. being my 500th. or some odd numeral... I grow weary thinking of the time vhen my people find me.... and if 'zhey demand 'zheir land back......" *~*Frownz.. allowing herself to fade away from sight and thought along with the images that vanish from your mind as well.....*~*
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