Vampire: The Masquerade - Arabian Nights [IC][DEAD]

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Vampire: The Masquerade - Arabian Nights
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Ubar, Somewhere, Thousands of Years Ago

Enoch walked through the gardens of his city, the mighty Ubar, the sanctuary that was created by master, Cain, for his people, the Kindred. A place where Kine and Kindred could live happily together. And he was proud. So proud.

So proud that he was blinded by it.

The First City was a hive of scum, pain, and horror. Corrupted beyond belief, and full of torture of the Kine. The Kindred felt they were superior than the Kine, that they were the 'Shepherds' of mankind, and put themselves at the forefront accordingly, beating their weaker and shorter lived Herd into line, domesticating Kine into slaves and ghouls and servants that would never think of threatening their Immortal Masters. The Kindred lived in seemingly-eternal pleasure, beings of faux-perfection that never wanted for anything. They lived forever, they ate forever, and the Kine would serve them forever. It was Paradise.

God saw it, and Cain saw it, and They knew it was evil.

And so, They destroyed it.

Ubar, the First City, the Sanctuary of the Kindred, the First Elysium, was destroyed in a hail of fire and blood. None were spared, not even the domesticated Kine. The few Kindred that could see the signs fled before it happened, determined to live better as they saw the destruction from afar.

Fire fell from the sky like rain, destroying the amazingly lush jungle and gardens of Ubar.

Blood rained in levels like a monsoon, everything covered in a red hue like Hell, smelling of iron and death.

Locusts, like those that would visit Egypt on a certain night in the future, swarmed over those that ran in the streets, eating flesh from bone and leaving whole skeletons fallen on the ground.

Enoch screamed against his Maker and his Maker's Maker. He cursed Their names, yelling at the sky, killing all who approached. Some might say that more Kine died by his hands that night than by fire or blood.

Eventually, one of his Childer approached him, and calmed him down enough to make a rational decision. The two retreated below ground, into the Tomb made to protect them from siege or plague or riots. Other vampires in the city did the same thing, falling into a deep Slumber, never to come back out again.

The First City, Ubar, after a night of holy destruction, was covered in sand. The rivers dried, the plants died, the animals left, and all that was disappeared. A mighty desert covered it, the City never to be seen again.

Or so God thought.

The Empty Quarter, Saudi Arabia, Today

Abdhul Hashir, a famous Arabian archeologist, sat in his tent sipping coffee from his cup, and looking over old tattered books. His clothes were fresh, somehow uncovered in sand, and obviously expensive. His hair was cut and slicked back stylishly, and his eyes were a keen gray.

Abdhul's hand reached out to turn a page in the book he was reading when a noise sounded from outside. He looked up as a main, sweating profusely, came into his tent. "Dr. Hashir, sir! We... we have a problem." the man said, breathing heavily.

"Well, what is it?" Hashir asked, setting down his cup and marking the page in his book.

The man opened his mouth to explain, but closed it again. "You have to see it for yourself..." he muttered, and then left the tent.

Hashir grumbled as he stood and grabbed his hat, to protect him from the sun, and his sunglasses. He put both on and walked outside of the tent, throwing back the flap.

Before him was his excavation site, a mound of stone ruins still half covered by sand. He walked down the wooden planks that lead deeper into the ruins and followed the horde of miners and workers. When he got to the main group, he pushed his way to the front. When he got there, he saw something that startled him.

There was a massive door, covered in burn marks, scratch marks, and old, dried blood in strange symbols. There was also a pile of bones and skeletons around the door.

And, a strange, very strange grey creature, barely breathing, and quickly turning to dust in the light of the sun.

The vampire looked at Dr. Abdhul Hashir, it's red eyes meeting his gray. In a strange, hooting language reminiscent of bird-song, it said...

"Turn... back."

And then dissolved into a pile of dust.

King Khalid International Airport, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, Today

A plane flew into the airport, carrying several important passengers. Servants of the Masquerade, of the Camarilla. Of Kindred that still walk the Earth, determined to control it from the shadows. As the plane landed, and they made ready to depart it into the city of Riyadh, another pair walked into the airport.

A dark-skinned Arabian man in stereotypical clothes and a similarly colored woman in western dress. They conversed, strangely, in Latin.

"Do you think they'll be able to do it?" the woman asked the man.

The man chuckled. "Possibly. From the information we have... they seem to be a dangerous group."

"'Dangerous' doesn't mean 'capable'."

"Trust me... there's a good chance."

The man held up a sign with eight names, written in Arabic and the typical Latin/European alphabet.

Leone D'Amore.

Henry Dremer.

Alice Blackthorne.

Estella Letael.

Kallm Tobar-Domhain.

Jeffery Harmon.

Alexis von Schwarzthal-Öhringen-Jagstberg.

Dietrich Knoff.

And they waited.

Waited for their 'heroes'.

Maria Serena de LaCroix's Home, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, Today

A knock resounded on the door, and a man in a nice, black suited waited outside, tapping his foot.

[Luminesa]

Dietrich carefully got off the plane and walked into the airport. He then stood apart from most of the others, as they all waited. A tall boy with red-orange hair and amber eyes, he carried a big black suitcase in one hand, which contained all his belongings-a cookbook, some magazines, toiletries, a few bottles of sunscreen and deodorant, and several changes of clothes, including several new pairs of socks and shoes. Right now, he wore a red, long-sleeved t-shirt, red jeans, black high-tops, and a big pair of headphones around his shoulders. The headphones were big Beats by Dre headphones, black-and-red and new as could be.

He had paid about $100 for them, but he was sure his mistress wouldn't mind when she found-out. After all, she had given him plenty of money to use to buy things while he was in the States, telling him to have fun and to make sure to spend his money on things he really wanted. The headphones were definitely something he had wanted-a good, big pair of headphones might have made him look like a big red monkey, but the sound pumping through them-currently a loud, grungy Chevelle song-made him forget about the complexities of the strange world he lived in.

"...So what are we waiting for again?" he mumbled to nobody in particular.

[The Flame Dawn]

Estella eagerly got off the plane to be greeted by the familiarity of home, she remembered how she was swept off to the country known as Afghanistan with her mistress Fawzaana Din. She had heard tourists say that Saudi Arabia is just like Afghanistan, but she knew differently. It was much more like the Israel she grew up in, than that country she was trained in. She was still never sure what her training was ment for, she was taught combative skills and espionage but also cooking and cleaning.

She immediately ran off from the group and began to look around with wonder once she was in the airport, greeting people and asking how things had been as if she was only gone for a few days. Her mistress told her that she had a contact in the city that would get her her usual tools and even spending money.

[Luminesa]

Estella eagerly got off the plane to be greeted by the familiarity of home, she remembered how she was swept off to the country known as Afghanistan with her mistress Fawzaana Din. She had heard tourists say that Saudi Arabia is just like Afghanistan, but she knew differently. It was much more like the Israel she grew up in, than that country she was trained in. She was still never sure what her training was ment for, she was taught combative skills and espionage but also cooking and cleaning.

She immediately ran off from the group and began to look around with wonder once she was in the airport, greeting people and asking how things had been as if she was only gone for a few days. Her mistress told her that she had a contact in the city that would get her her usual tools and even spending money.

"A-Ah, wait! W-We're all a group aren't we? Shouldn't we all s-stay together?" Dietrich called to her fearfully.

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

When the plane had landed, one of the passengers on the plane, Henry Dremer, woke up with a start and almost jumped out of his seat. Ugh, that was an awful nightmare. Something about a killer cake chasing him, or something like that. It probably meant some mystical crap that Henry didn't want to bother to know. People said dreams could be warnings, or mean something or can be influence by somethin that's happening. He looked around and smiled. Well, no cake monster hopped into the plan to gobble him up, that was a good sign. The boy, with eyes halfway closed, giving him a silly look on his face, slowly moved out of the two of seats and reached up into the bag compartment for his bag. It almost fell on him when he tried to grab it, but he quickly stopped it with his other hand and put the bag to his side.

Afterwards, he waited for the people in front of him to exit the plan before doing the same, yawning as he did so. The self proclaimed genius soon exited the plane and looked around. He noticed one girl run off and chuckled to himself. Well, that girl was certainly energetic, but that didn't grab his attention for too long. What did was that one man was holding a sign that had his name on it, which he stared at for a bit more time than probably necessary. Well, maybe he should talk to that guy.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Estella eagerly got off the plane to be greeted by the familiarity of home, she remembered how she was swept off to the country known as Afghanistan with her mistress Fawzaana Din. She had heard tourists say that Saudi Arabia is just like Afghanistan, but she knew differently. It was much more like the Israel she grew up in, than that country she was trained in. She was still never sure what her training was ment for, she was taught combative skills and espionage but also cooking and cleaning.

She immediately ran off from the group and began to look around with wonder once she was in the airport, greeting people and asking how things had been as if she was only gone for a few days. Her mistress told her that she had a contact in the city that would get her her usual tools and even spending money.

The man holding the sign chuckled when he saw her. "Estella Letael!" he called, trying to wave her over. She certainly was energetic, but from what her master said, she was certainly able to handle herself.

When the plane had landed, one of the passengers on the plane, Henry Dremer, woke up with a start and almost jumped out of his seat. Ugh, that was an awful nightmare. Something about a killer cake chasing him, or something like that. It probably meant some mystical crap that Henry didn't want to bother to know. People said dreams could be warnings, or mean something or can be influence by somethin that's happening. He looked around and smiled. Well, no cake monster hopped into the plan to gobble him up, that was a good sign. The boy, with eyes halfway closed, giving him a silly look on his face, slowly moved out of the two of seats and reached up into the bag compartment for his bag. It almost fell on him when he tried to grab it, but he quickly stopped it with his other hand and put the bag to his side.

Afterwards, he waited for the people in front of him to exit the plan before doing the same, yawning as he did so. The self proclaimed genius soon exited the plane and looked around. He noticed one girl run off and chuckled to himself. Well, that girl was certainly energetic, but that didn't grab his attention for too long. What did was that one man was holding a sign that had his name on it, which he stared at for a bit more time than probably necessary. Well, maybe he should talk to that guy.

The man, after calling to the energetic girl, looked at Henry. "Mr. Dremer. A pleasure to meet you. I will be your driver today, if you wish to come over."

Estella eagerly got off the plane to be greeted by the familiarity of home, she remembered how she was swept off to the country known as Afghanistan with her mistress Fawzaana Din. She had heard tourists say that Saudi Arabia is just like Afghanistan, but she knew differently. It was much more like the Israel she grew up in, than that country she was trained in. She was still never sure what her training was ment for, she was taught combative skills and espionage but also cooking and cleaning.

She immediately ran off from the group and began to look around with wonder once she was in the airport, greeting people and asking how things had been as if she was only gone for a few days. Her mistress told her that she had a contact in the city that would get her her usual tools and even spending money.

"A-Ah, wait! W-We're all a group aren't we? Shouldn't we all s-stay together?" Dietrich called to her fearfully.

The woman, who was standing next to the man, walked over to Dietrich and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay dear, just follow me. We still have to wait for the rest of the group, no?" she asked, smiling.

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

A pleasure to meet him? Huh, that was something he never thought he'd hear. The only one that had said that was his master (who always insisted Henry never called him that). So, with a small smile that still made him look rather dopey, Henry walked towards the man and waved at him as he approached. "You seem to know me, but I don't know you," he stated. "Want to introduce yourself?"

[The Flame Dawn]

"But other things take priority," she shouted back to the American as she made a hard right towards the restroom, ignoring the man shouting at her. Once inside, she attended to her bodily needs and when she went to wash her hands she touched the tattoo on the side of her neck, it was a circle with a triangle in the center made of blackened ink.

"I won't fail you mistress," she thought to herself as she felt it, her mistress branded it onto her to identify her from others and to mark her as being owned by the vampire. She took a deep breath before speed walking back towards the group a smile on her face.

"So what were we summoned here for," she asked cheerfully, "and will there be any freetime during this trip?"

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

A pleasure to meet him? Huh, that was something he never thought he'd hear. The only one that had said that was his master (who always insisted Henry never called him that). So, with a small smile that still made him look rather dopey, Henry walked towards the man and waved at him as he approached. "You seem to know me, but I don't know you," he stated. "Want to introduce yourself?"

"But other things take priority," she shouted back to the American as she made a hard right towards the restroom, ignoring the man shouting at her. Once inside, she attended to her bodily needs and when she went to wash her hands she touched the tattoo on the side of her neck, it was a circle with a triangle in the center made of blackened ink.

"I won't fail you mistress," she thought to herself as she felt it, her mistress branded it onto her to identify her from others and to mark her as being owned by the vampire. She took a deep breath before speed walking back towards the group a smile on her face.

"So what were we summoned here for," she asked cheerfully, "and will there be any freetime during this trip?"

The man bowed, with Dietrich, Estella, and Henry around him. "My name is Abrir al-Hashi. A pleasure to meet you all." he said. "And... I do not know about free time. Possibly. Of course, I cannot tell you of your purpose here till we get somewhere safer. And we cannot go there till the rest of the group appears."

[Charlia]

Alice joined the others calmly, sweeping some of her dark hair out of her face, her eyes glittering coldly as she observed them all.

"Alice," she said as a pre-emptive introduction. "Alice Blackthorne."

[Videssos]

In the wake of the plane's landing, its passengers had taken their leave. One such passenger paused briefly, a figure clad in a white dress, who smiled ever so slightly as they surveyed the airport's interior, and especially some of the others that had exited the plane. One could be mistaken for judging the individual in question, to be little more than an extravagantly dressed girl of indeterminate age. Well, were it not for a number of other factors.

Indeed, there were things that stood out. Perhaps it was the bandages that hid the area where their right eye would have been. Perhaps it was the chains that came from an iron ring on the dress below their neck, and wound around his shoulders and upper arms. It could have been their long hair beneath the white sun hat, somewhere between a light grey, and the colour of milk, despite their seemingly youthful form. In actuality, that figure was male, and they were around a century in age.

Alexis set into motion, an antique styled suitcase's handle clutched in his left hand. Though the suitcase itself seemed larger than usual, he had little issue in carrying it. His lone eye, which appeared to alternate between an ethereal, azure blue, to a bottomless, deep sapphire, depending on the lighting, also seemed to hint at experience far beyond the innocence his girlish countenance implied. It soon settled on a man with a placard bearing his name, among others. There, hmm? The ghoul began moving again, veering towards him and the woman next to him.

[Luminesa]

Estella eagerly got off the plane to be greeted by the familiarity of home, she remembered how she was swept off to the country known as Afghanistan with her mistress Fawzaana Din. She had heard tourists say that Saudi Arabia is just like Afghanistan, but she knew differently. It was much more like the Israel she grew up in, than that country she was trained in. She was still never sure what her training was ment for, she was taught combative skills and espionage but also cooking and cleaning.

She immediately ran off from the group and began to look around with wonder once she was in the airport, greeting people and asking how things had been as if she was only gone for a few days. Her mistress told her that she had a contact in the city that would get her her usual tools and even spending money.

The man holding the sign chuckled when he saw her. "Estella Letael!" he called, trying to wave her over. She certainly was energetic, but from what her master said, she was certainly able to handle herself.

When the plane had landed, one of the passengers on the plane, Henry Dremer, woke up with a start and almost jumped out of his seat. Ugh, that was an awful nightmare. Something about a killer cake chasing him, or something like that. It probably meant some mystical crap that Henry didn't want to bother to know. People said dreams could be warnings, or mean something or can be influence by somethin that's happening. He looked around and smiled. Well, no cake monster hopped into the plan to gobble him up, that was a good sign. The boy, with eyes halfway closed, giving him a silly look on his face, slowly moved out of the two of seats and reached up into the bag compartment for his bag. It almost fell on him when he tried to grab it, but he quickly stopped it with his other hand and put the bag to his side.

Afterwards, he waited for the people in front of him to exit the plan before doing the same, yawning as he did so. The self proclaimed genius soon exited the plane and looked around. He noticed one girl run off and chuckled to himself. Well, that girl was certainly energetic, but that didn't grab his attention for too long. What did was that one man was holding a sign that had his name on it, which he stared at for a bit more time than probably necessary. Well, maybe he should talk to that guy.

The man, after calling to the energetic girl, looked at Henry. "Mr. Dremer. A pleasure to meet you. I will be your driver today, if you wish to come over."

"A-Ah, wait! W-We're all a group aren't we? Shouldn't we all s-stay together?" Dietrich called to her fearfully.

The woman, who was standing next to the man, walked over to Dietrich and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay dear, just follow me. We still have to wait for the rest of the group, no?" she asked, smiling.

He nodded and went with her, unsure of where he was going anyway. He was terrible with people, not because he didn't like them, but because he never thought anything he said was noteworthy or intelligent. So as the other kids got off the plane and followed, he kept his eyes low and put his headphones back on. The song, now from Linkin Park, filled his ears with an eclectic mix of turntables, guitars, and lyrics about blackbirds following him. It was rather dreary, but when he was drowning in the noise he didn't feel he had to interact with anyone. If he turned the volume up enough, maybe he would just disappear...

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Alice joined the others calmly, sweeping some of her dark hair out of her face, her eyes glittering coldly as she observed them all.

"Alice," she said as a pre-emptive introduction. "Alice Blackthorne."

The man nodded to her. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Blackthorne. Welcome to Riyadh." he said, bowing to her. "I hope that the weather might not be too offensive to your... British complexion."

In the wake of the plane's landing, its passengers had taken their leave. One such passenger paused briefly, a figure clad in a white dress, who smiled ever so slightly as they surveyed the airport's interior, and especially some of the others that had exited the plane. One could be mistaken for judging the individual in question, to be little more than an extravagantly dressed girl of indeterminate age. Well, were it not for a number of other factors.

Indeed, there were things that stood out. Perhaps it was the bandages that hid the area where their right eye would have been. Perhaps it was the chains that came from an iron ring on the dress below their neck, and wound around his shoulders and upper arms. It could have been their long hair beneath the white sun hat, somewhere between a light grey, and the colour of milk, despite their seemingly youthful form. In actuality, that figure was male, and they were around a century in age.

Alexis set into motion, an antique styled suitcase's handle clutched in his left hand. Though the suitcase itself seemed larger than usual, he had little issue in carrying it. His lone eye, which appeared to alternate between an ethereal, azure blue, to a bottomless, deep sapphire, depending on the lighting, also seemed to hint at experience far beyond the innocence his girlish countenance implied. It soon settled on a man with a placard bearing his name, among others. There, hmm? The ghoul began moving again, veering towards him and the woman next to him.

The woman glanced at Alexis, her eye twitching a little at the sight of the bandages and other apparel. She tapped the man's shoulder lightly and gestured at Alexis. The man turned and simply looked at Alexis, the same smile on his face. "Ah! Herr von Schwarzthal-Öhringen-Jagstberg. A pleasure." he said, bowing to him.

The man holding the sign chuckled when he saw her. "Estella Letael!" he called, trying to wave her over. She certainly was energetic, but from what her master said, she was certainly able to handle herself.



The man, after calling to the energetic girl, looked at Henry. "Mr. Dremer. A pleasure to meet you. I will be your driver today, if you wish to come over."



The woman, who was standing next to the man, walked over to Dietrich and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay dear, just follow me. We still have to wait for the rest of the group, no?" she asked, smiling.

He nodded and went with her, unsure of where he was going anyway. He was terrible with people, not because he didn't like them, but because he never thought anything he said was noteworthy or intelligent. So as the other kids got off the plane and followed, he kept his eyes low and put his headphones back on. The song, now from Linkin Park, filled his ears with an eclectic mix of turntables, guitars, and lyrics about blackbirds following him. It was rather dreary, but when he was drowning in the noise he didn't feel he had to interact with anyone. If he turned the volume up enough, maybe he would just disappear...

The woman frowned at him, interpreting his music and anti-social behavior as disrespect. That earned him a negative mark in her book.

At this point, a smaller man walked off the plane pulling a small, black suitcase. He wore a black jacket with a hood, one that seemingly had cat ears popping up out of it. His messy blood hair spilled out of hood, which was on his head, and his green eyes roamed around the airport for a second. He spotted the man holding the sign with his name on it, along with several others, and walked toward him.

On the way, he walked into someone, dropping his suitcase and causing them to drop theirs. He apologized profusely, and picked up his suitcase, making it the rest of the way to the man.

He stood next to Alice, and pulled an earbud out of his ear. He was rifling through a wallet, taking out money and putting it into his pocket. "So, I guess you are the group I'm supposed to be with?"

"And I assume you are Mr. D'Amore?" the man asked, smiling.

"Indeed."

"Then we are."

The man bowed, and Leone bowed back.

[Charlia]

Alice joined the others calmly, sweeping some of her dark hair out of her face, her eyes glittering coldly as she observed them all.

"Alice," she said as a pre-emptive introduction. "Alice Blackthorne."

The man nodded to her. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Blackthorne. Welcome to Riyadh." he said, bowing to her. "I hope that the weather might not be too offensive to your... British complexion."

In the wake of the plane's landing, its passengers had taken their leave. One such passenger paused briefly, a figure clad in a white dress, who smiled ever so slightly as they surveyed the airport's interior, and especially some of the others that had exited the plane. One could be mistaken for judging the individual in question, to be little more than an extravagantly dressed girl of indeterminate age. Well, were it not for a number of other factors.

Indeed, there were things that stood out. Perhaps it was the bandages that hid the area where their right eye would have been. Perhaps it was the chains that came from an iron ring on the dress below their neck, and wound around his shoulders and upper arms. It could have been their long hair beneath the white sun hat, somewhere between a light grey, and the colour of milk, despite their seemingly youthful form. In actuality, that figure was male, and they were around a century in age.

Alexis set into motion, an antique styled suitcase's handle clutched in his left hand. Though the suitcase itself seemed larger than usual, he had little issue in carrying it. His lone eye, which appeared to alternate between an ethereal, azure blue, to a bottomless, deep sapphire, depending on the lighting, also seemed to hint at experience far beyond the innocence his girlish countenance implied. It soon settled on a man with a placard bearing his name, among others. There, hmm? The ghoul began moving again, veering towards him and the woman next to him.

The woman glanced at Alexis, her eye twitching a little at the sight of the bandages and other apparel. She tapped the man's shoulder lightly and gestured at Alexis. The man turned and simply looked at Alexis, the same smile on his face. "Ah! Herr von Schwarzthal-Öhringen-Jagstberg. A pleasure." he said, bowing to him.

He nodded and went with her, unsure of where he was going anyway. He was terrible with people, not because he didn't like them, but because he never thought anything he said was noteworthy or intelligent. So as the other kids got off the plane and followed, he kept his eyes low and put his headphones back on. The song, now from Linkin Park, filled his ears with an eclectic mix of turntables, guitars, and lyrics about blackbirds following him. It was rather dreary, but when he was drowning in the noise he didn't feel he had to interact with anyone. If he turned the volume up enough, maybe he would just disappear...

The woman frowned at him, interpreting his music and anti-social behavior as disrespect. That earned him a negative mark in her book.

At this point, a smaller man walked off the plane pulling a small, black suitcase. He wore a black jacket with a hood, one that seemingly had cat ears popping up out of it. His messy blood hair spilled out of hood, which was on his head, and his green eyes roamed around the airport for a second. He spotted the man holding the sign with his name on it, along with several others, and walked toward him.

On the way, he walked into someone, dropping his suitcase and causing them to drop theirs. He apologized profusely, and picked up his suitcase, making it the rest of the way to the man.

He stood next to Alice, and pulled an earbud out of his ear. He was rifling through a wallet, taking out money and putting it into his pocket. "So, I guess you are the group I'm supposed to be with?"

"And I assume you are Mr. D'Amore?" the man asked, smiling.

"Indeed."

"Then we are."

The man bowed, and Leone bowed back.

"On the contrary," she said with a humorless smile, "a bit of sun wouldn't go awry, for me at least." She frowned.

Darkness makes things easy to get away with.

She saw the boy with the cat-eared jacket, and quirked an eyebrow. It was odd, to say the least.

[Krytonus]

Kallm stretched, sighing happily as he ducked into the aisle of the plane. As his master wasn't one for long-distance travel, the flight had been by far the longest Kallm had ever been on. And his phone did not last that long. And Kallm had forgotten a book. He was just happy to be off the plane, and he was practically jumping for joy as he disembarked. He quickly picked up his old leather case(one of Sir Deepwell's. Kallm had no clue how old it was.) and spent a few minutes recovering (and using the bathroom!) before he made his way to the group gathering around the sign with all of their names. He waved energetically as he walked towards them with his right pinkie-less hand.

"Hey!" Kallm greeted them happily, his voice sing-song and excited. At this point he tripped over somebody's bag and faceplanted. He quickly scrambled to his feet, blushing and slinging his bag over his back. He had packed lightly, with just a few necessities. Two changes of clothes, a high-beam head-mounted torch, a cooking set, a Swiss army-knife, a charger for his phone with an adapter and a pair of aviators. "It is brilliant to finally be out of that creepy old house, oh I am gonna make so many friends!" He bubbled. "Kallm Tobar-Domhain! Great to meet you all!"

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

The man nodded to her. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Blackthorne. Welcome to Riyadh." he said, bowing to her. "I hope that the weather might not be too offensive to your... British complexion."



The woman glanced at Alexis, her eye twitching a little at the sight of the bandages and other apparel. She tapped the man's shoulder lightly and gestured at Alexis. The man turned and simply looked at Alexis, the same smile on his face. "Ah! Herr von Schwarzthal-Öhringen-Jagstberg. A pleasure." he said, bowing to him.



The woman frowned at him, interpreting his music and anti-social behavior as disrespect. That earned him a negative mark in her book.

At this point, a smaller man walked off the plane pulling a small, black suitcase. He wore a black jacket with a hood, one that seemingly had cat ears popping up out of it. His messy blood hair spilled out of hood, which was on his head, and his green eyes roamed around the airport for a second. He spotted the man holding the sign with his name on it, along with several others, and walked toward him.

On the way, he walked into someone, dropping his suitcase and causing them to drop theirs. He apologized profusely, and picked up his suitcase, making it the rest of the way to the man.

He stood next to Alice, and pulled an earbud out of his ear. He was rifling through a wallet, taking out money and putting it into his pocket. "So, I guess you are the group I'm supposed to be with?"

"And I assume you are Mr. D'Amore?" the man asked, smiling.

"Indeed."

"Then we are."

The man bowed, and Leone bowed back.

"On the contrary," she said with a humorless smile, "a bit of sun wouldn't go awry, for me at least." She frowned.

Darkness makes things easy to get away with.

She saw the boy with the cat-eared jacket, and quirked an eyebrow. It was odd, to say the least.

Leone cocked an arm against his hip and an eyebrow at her. "What's with the look?" he asked, with a slight Venetian accent. "You never seen a cat before, or something?"

Kallm stretched, sighing happily as he ducked into the aisle of the plane. As his master wasn't one for long-distance travel, the flight had been by far the longest Kallm had ever been on. And his phone did not last that long. And Kallm had forgotten a book. He was just happy to be off the plane, and he was practically jumping for joy as he disembarked. He quickly picked up his old leather case(one of Sir Deepwell's. Kallm had no clue how old it was.) and spent a few minutes recovering (and using the bathroom!) before he made his way to the group gathering around the sign with all of their names. He waved energetically as he walked towards them with his right pinkie-less hand.

"Hey!" Kallm greeted them happily, his voice sing-song and excited. At this point he tripped over somebody's bag and faceplanted. He quickly scrambled to his feet, blushing and slinging his bag over his back. He had packed lightly, with just a few necessities. Two changes of clothes, a high-beam head-mounted torch, a cooking set, a Swiss army-knife, a charger for his phone with an adapter and a pair of aviators. "It is brilliant to finally be out of that creepy old house, oh I am gonna make so many friends!" He bubbled. "Kallm Tobar-Domhain! Great to meet you all!"

The man with the sign bowed to him. "Mr. Tobar-Domhain. It is a pleasure to meet you. If you do not mind me asking, my own master knows Sir Deepwell, and has implored me to ask after him. How is your Master doing these years?"

[Krytonus]

"On the contrary," she said with a humorless smile, "a bit of sun wouldn't go awry, for me at least." She frowned.

Darkness makes things easy to get away with.

She saw the boy with the cat-eared jacket, and quirked an eyebrow. It was odd, to say the least.

Leone cocked an arm against his hip and an eyebrow at her. "What's with the look?" he asked, with a slight Venetian accent. "You never seen a cat before, or something?"

Kallm stretched, sighing happily as he ducked into the aisle of the plane. As his master wasn't one for long-distance travel, the flight had been by far the longest Kallm had ever been on. And his phone did not last that long. And Kallm had forgotten a book. He was just happy to be off the plane, and he was practically jumping for joy as he disembarked. He quickly picked up his old leather case(one of Sir Deepwell's. Kallm had no clue how old it was.) and spent a few minutes recovering (and using the bathroom!) before he made his way to the group gathering around the sign with all of their names. He waved energetically as he walked towards them with his right pinkie-less hand.

"Hey!" Kallm greeted them happily, his voice sing-song and excited. At this point he tripped over somebody's bag and faceplanted. He quickly scrambled to his feet, blushing and slinging his bag over his back. He had packed lightly, with just a few necessities. Two changes of clothes, a high-beam head-mounted torch, a cooking set, a Swiss army-knife, a charger for his phone with an adapter and a pair of aviators. "It is brilliant to finally be out of that creepy old house, oh I am gonna make so many friends!" He bubbled. "Kallm Tobar-Domhain! Great to meet you all!"

The man with the sign bowed to him. "Mr. Tobar-Domhain. It is a pleasure to meet you. If you do not mind me asking, my own master knows Sir Deepwell, and has implored me to ask after him. How is your Master doing these years?"

Kallm smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Uh... Master Deepwell, is... Fine. He's just his, uh, good-old usual self. Still obsessed with the dramatic. Honestly he just spends most of his time these days cooped up in the manor, but I think he's happy."

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Leone cocked an arm against his hip and an eyebrow at her. "What's with the look?" he asked, with a slight Venetian accent. "You never seen a cat before, or something?"



The man with the sign bowed to him. "Mr. Tobar-Domhain. It is a pleasure to meet you. If you do not mind me asking, my own master knows Sir Deepwell, and has implored me to ask after him. How is your Master doing these years?"

Kallm smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Uh... Master Deepwell, is... Fine. He's just his, uh, good-old usual self. Still obsessed with the dramatic. Honestly he just spends most of his time these days cooped up in the manor, but I think he's happy."

"Good, good. Thank you for answering. Now then... I believe we have everyone. Mr. Harmon, who we have on this sign for some reason, came in early a few days ago. He's already at the hotel. Shall we leave?" the man asked, looking at the people grouped around him.

[Charlia]

"On the contrary," she said with a humorless smile, "a bit of sun wouldn't go awry, for me at least." She frowned.

Darkness makes things easy to get away with.

She saw the boy with the cat-eared jacket, and quirked an eyebrow. It was odd, to say the least.

Leone cocked an arm against his hip and an eyebrow at her. "What's with the look?" he asked, with a slight Venetian accent. "You never seen a cat before, or something?"

Kallm stretched, sighing happily as he ducked into the aisle of the plane. As his master wasn't one for long-distance travel, the flight had been by far the longest Kallm had ever been on. And his phone did not last that long. And Kallm had forgotten a book. He was just happy to be off the plane, and he was practically jumping for joy as he disembarked. He quickly picked up his old leather case(one of Sir Deepwell's. Kallm had no clue how old it was.) and spent a few minutes recovering (and using the bathroom!) before he made his way to the group gathering around the sign with all of their names. He waved energetically as he walked towards them with his right pinkie-less hand.

"Hey!" Kallm greeted them happily, his voice sing-song and excited. At this point he tripped over somebody's bag and faceplanted. He quickly scrambled to his feet, blushing and slinging his bag over his back. He had packed lightly, with just a few necessities. Two changes of clothes, a high-beam head-mounted torch, a cooking set, a Swiss army-knife, a charger for his phone with an adapter and a pair of aviators. "It is brilliant to finally be out of that creepy old house, oh I am gonna make so many friends!" He bubbled. "Kallm Tobar-Domhain! Great to meet you all!"

The man with the sign bowed to him. "Mr. Tobar-Domhain. It is a pleasure to meet you. If you do not mind me asking, my own master knows Sir Deepwell, and has implored me to ask after him. How is your Master doing these years?"

"No cat people," she said slowly, and then tilted her head, showing a rare bit of humor.

"Do you disappear?"

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Leone cocked an arm against his hip and an eyebrow at her. "What's with the look?" he asked, with a slight Venetian accent. "You never seen a cat before, or something?"



The man with the sign bowed to him. "Mr. Tobar-Domhain. It is a pleasure to meet you. If you do not mind me asking, my own master knows Sir Deepwell, and has implored me to ask after him. How is your Master doing these years?"

"No cat people," she said slowly, and then tilted her head, showing a rare bit of humor.

"Do you disappear?"

Leone, having picked up his bag again and nodded at the man in response to his question, looked at her. "And what do you mean by that?"

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

"Good, good. Thank you for answering. Now then... I believe we have everyone. Mr. Harmon, who we have on this sign for some reason, came in early a few days ago. He's already at the hotel. Shall we leave?" the man asked, looking at the people grouped around him.

Hanbei smiled a bit when he heard about the hotel. "Oh, there's a hotel?" He asked, unzipping his bag and pulling out a small throwing pillow that was pink with some light blue dots on it. He squeezed the pillow lightly. "Is it a good hotel? I hope it is. If I don't get my couple of naps a day then I'm not myself."

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Hanbei smiled a bit when he heard about the hotel. "Oh, there's a hotel?" He asked, unzipping his bag and pulling out a small throwing pillow that was pink with some light blue dots on it. He squeezed the pillow lightly. "Is it a good hotel? I hope it is. If I don't get my couple of naps a day then I'm not myself."

The man looked at the pillow, frowning. "Well... yes, there is. Let us go then, if everyone has taken care of their... assorted business."

He looked pointedly at Leone and his conversation with Alice.

"What? We can walk and talk..."

[Krytonus]

"No cat people," she said slowly, and then tilted her head, showing a rare bit of humor.

"Do you disappear?"

Leone, having picked up his bag again and nodded at the man in response to his question, looked at her. "And what do you mean by that?"

Kallm had, at this point picked up his suitcase and was already butting into the conversation. Spending most of one's time in an old manor'll do that to a person.

"What's this about cat-people? Are you a cat person?" Kallm asked Leone enthusiastically as he walked alongside the two. "Nice to meet you guys my name is Kallm Tobar-Domhain I'm Irish but I've served my master in England all my life his name is Sir Zanzyr Deepwell but I don't think he's actually knighted but he's pretty interesting but his face is a little messed up which is why I think he spends most of his time in the mansion which means I don't get out a lot because-" Kallm stopped talking.

"Uh, sorry. I can get a little enthusiastic." He laughed heartily.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Leone, having picked up his bag again and nodded at the man in response to his question, looked at her. "And what do you mean by that?"

Kallm had, at this point picked up his suitcase and was already butting into the conversation. Spending most of one's time in an old manor'll do that to a person.

"What's this about cat-people? Are you a cat person?" Kallm asked Leone enthusiastically as he walked alongside the two. "Nice to meet you guys my name is Kallm Tobar-Domhain I'm Irish but I've served my master in England all my life his name is Sir Zanzyr Deepwell but I don't think he's actually knighted but he's pretty interesting but his face is a little messed up which is why I think he spends most of his time in the mansion which means I don't get out a lot because-" Kallm stopped talking.

"Uh, sorry. I can get a little enthusiastic." He laughed heartily.

Leone just looked at him the entire time, an emotionless look on his face. One of the cat ears on his hoodie flopped over.

He held up a wallet.

"Is this yours?" he asked.

[Videssos]

Alexis drew to a halt as the man addressed him. His usual smile widening faintly, the ghoul responded in kind, "Likewise," he uttered, his voice bearing a German accent, though no less feminine than his appearance. When he inquired about them leaving, Alexis added, "I am ready, so if everyone else is..."