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SANGUI mod. ([personal profile] exsangui) wrote in [community profile] sangui2021-10-09 09:06 pm
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MOD PLOT | the pain of changing,





๐–‚๐–Š๐–‘๐–ˆ๐–”๐–’๐–Š ๐–™๐–” ๐•พ๐–†๐–“๐–Œ๐–š๐–Ž


You awake.

That in itself is notable.

Perhaps you remember your dream in vivid detail- perhaps not. What matters is, you're here now. under the earth. You can feel the chill of wind, hear the cries of bats. Anyone wounded will be tended to by two clerics in dour robes of black and white. They say they are servants of the Riven God, and they are here to help you, Their chosen.

You may speak to them at any point, and they will answer questions to the best of their ability.

Likewise, they will have many objects blessed by the Riven God, to help Coffin Sleepers. Censers, coffins, gallows gristle, dirt from the graves of murderers, and the blood of something called a 'widowmaker' are the most common objects, but ask if you want something else. There is only one pre-used noose, first come first serve.

As they lead you through, the scent of salt becomes very strong, and you often hear the sound of rushing water. The clerics are very careful to keep everyone from some of the cave network, which they say is flooded.

Slowly, the scent of fresh air goes stronger. The caves begin to look carved, specifically like some sort of altars with lit votive candles, meticulously maintained. Vasili and Rohese may take time to clean these altars, re-light candles, before pressing forward.

Finally, the shadows break.



You are at the bottom of a well. Vasili cautions you: "You can go up, but... it leads right to the churchyard of Kismet."

Rohese chimes in: "It is holy ground."

And it is, of course, daylight.

๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š ๐•ฑ๐–Š๐–†๐–˜๐–™ ๐•ฏ๐–†๐–ž ๐–”๐–‹ ๐•พ๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–˜๐–Ž๐–’๐–š๐–“๐–‰


They explain further: It is the Feast Day of Sigsimund. On that day (or on the night after), all vampires must feed from a living human. Blood taken from a corpse, or not immediately sucked from the vein, will be poisonous to the vampire. And they must feed, or they will die.

(Vampires who do not feed will be met by confusion by the clerics-- they thought you had to...)

Above the well, around the church of Kismet, is the town of Ainsmere. The people of Ainsmere know what day it is. They have put holy water in their homes, spread carved holy symbols on their doors, put blessed objects by their windows, set traps in their homes, and sleep with knives under their beds.

How will you feed? You are so thirsty, in some cases it may consume all your thoughts.



The Clerics of the Riven God will do what they can, but regretfully they cannot kidnap people for you to feed. This is, they say, a test of your commitment to your new blessings under the Riven God. They wish to see you use your glorious purpose.

But some of you will not be able to make it to the village. Can you wait in hopes your fellow vampires will bring you back a victim? The clerics will try to help, giving some blood, but it will not do much more than quiet thirst for a precious few minutes.

For those of you who do not trust others to bring food back to you down the well, you can attempt to traverse the sewers, but it is disgusting and brackish. Worse, holy water has gotten into the sludge, and it's too diluted to be prohibitive, it's still incredibly painful to trek through, for those sensitive to such things. Yet if you take this path, you may find strange bangles made entirely of carved jade.

Just clean 'em off first.

A vampire does not necessarily have to feed, on Sigsimund's say, but hunger will become more and more painful, until they become immobilized with it.

๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š ๐•ฎ๐–๐–š๐–—๐–ˆ๐– & ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐•ฟ๐–”๐–œ๐–“


The Church of Kismet is abandoned during the night. Inside is a beautiful place, that would be elegant and bright during the day, where reflective mirrors bring the sun to full bloom. There is also an expansive library ripe for the plucking. (Like, super ripe.)

Ainsmere itself turns out to be coastal-- explaining the scent of seawater in the caves, and how many passages were blocked off.



It is a town with much industry and little room-- thus many houses are stacked atop each other. Packed in close, moving with stealth is a must-- however, villagers are highly superstitious of the well on the grounds of Kismet Church. If you are chased and make it back first, you may be safe. However, getting caught and seen entering the well too many times will put the town on high alert; they may even begin throwing things down the well.

As for the clerics, they pray, and try to make the well hospitable.

๐•ฏ๐–”๐–œ๐–“ ๐–‡๐–ž ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐•ฝ๐–Ž๐–›๐–Š๐–—


For good or ill, when Sigsimund's Feast Day is over, you must leave. The clerics lead you to another path in the cave, where you can find boats and an underground river.



The clerics ask you to be very quiet as they make their way through this path. The water is deadly still, and if you are rowing, you are cautioned to do so very slowly, to break the surface of the water as little as possible.

Of course, if you don't, something may rise to the surface. The clerics will go silent if this happens. The creatures in the water may act harmless or simply curious, simply looking like mermaids, but interacting with them in any way will cause a change in demeanor. They will use everything in their power to drag people into the water and drown them.

The clerics will not help. They will only watch, horrified. It's up to you to fight these creatures off, or save a fallen friend.

๐•ฌ ๐•ณ๐–”๐–‘๐–ž ๐•ป๐–‘๐–†๐–ˆ๐–Š


Finally, the river will break into land, and after a few steps, you'll find your new lodgings.



The clerics say it is a place holy to the Riven God, and vampires have nothing to fear. The inside is overgrown, but sleep will come easily to a vampire that has fed.

Dreams will be restful, but drumbeats will form the background to any sound. So will a deep voice, welcoming you over and over. You are chosen. You are mine.

Later, you can explore the church grounds. You'll find the place, as mentioned, totally overgrown and largely nonfunctional, but rather big!

There is also an overgrown garden, various votive candles the clerics are busy re-lighting, and a store of food in the larder. (It's largely blood sausage, salt pork, and other cured meats, along with various red wines on the young side.) There are also deer and boar in the forest to hunt, and while you don't need blood when it's not a feast day the hunger is still there and it tastes delicious.

While the rooves are in various states of disrepair, everyone should be able to mostly get around without having to worry too much about direct sunlight. They may have to be creative with coats and glasses, if necessary. (Where did they get coats and glasses? Clearly they stole them from Ainsmere.)

Throughout, this symbol is carved and painted, over and over.



derletztetanz: Don't fear the reaper (We'll be able to fly)

[personal profile] derletztetanz 2021-10-10 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Can I.

Can I claim the noose for Death?
derletztetanz: (like Romeo and Juliet) (40000 men and women every day)

[personal profile] derletztetanz 2021-10-10 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you for Peak Irony
derletztetanz: C'mon baby ((We can be like they are))

Der Tod

[personal profile] derletztetanz 2021-10-11 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
- Took blessed item - The Noose
derletztetanz: Baby take my hand (Don't fear the reaper)

Der Tod

[personal profile] derletztetanz 2021-10-11 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
((Prompts in comments - hmu if you want something special!))
derletztetanz: Here but now they're gone (Valentines are done)

Awakening - Memento Mori

[personal profile] derletztetanz 2021-10-11 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Even before waking, they know something is wrong. Dreaming means sleeping, and sleeping is something that they have never done. The dreams are still fresh in their mind as their eyes slit open, lips parting in a little gasp as they come around to the feelings of weakness, of hunger, of damp on their skin and earth under their back. They sit bolt upright and regret it immediately, the ensuing dizziness pushing them back down again.

They are whole to the eye, of course. No injury, nothing appearing amiss, even though everything, everything is. Dutifully, quietly, they listen to the explanations, confirmation that the dreams meant something sinking claws in and gripping their heart. They have no questions, even as they sit up, lean against a wall, are told they must feed or they will die.

They will die.

The concept of mortality they are no stranger to, of course. Far from it.

The realization that it now applies to them, on the other hand, sits heavier in their throat than any hunger.

For now, they sit up, motionless in the cave, reeling, bright blue eyes staring straight forward into the darkness. The noose that they have taken to sleep with is twisted around in their fingers, winding about their palms and creaking under a white-knuckled grip, the sound very like the body of a murderer twisting, twisting, twisting in the windโ€ฆ.
derletztetanz: Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)

The Sewers - Schmerzen (Closed to Lucifer)

[personal profile] derletztetanz 2021-10-11 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
It takes most of the day before the Reaper decides that they must act. Despite the thirst gnawing at their insides, they sit against the side of the cave, dimly lit by one of the votives as they stare down the sewer tunnel. Disgusting. They have gone from ruling a domain, being an eventuality, to starving themselves as they contemplate wading through wastewater.

Still, they arenโ€™t content to do nothing forever. They are parched, a sensation still alien to them, and it is growing unbearable, a thrumming undercurrent cutting deeper than any ennui. Cursing under their breath, they suddenly remove their shoes and socks, then their pants, stripping to smallclothes and tying everything into a bundle wrapped in their coat that they might tie about their neck. Dignity be damned, it is true, but they have no desire to ruin what few possessions they have to their name.

Cringing at the muck, Der Tod draws in a deep breath, then takes a decisive step down into the sewer.

And then immediately SCREAMS, recoiling up on to safe ground and desperately trying to wipe and scrape the offending waters from their skin.

โ€œScheiรŸdreck-!โ€

They have never felt pain before. And this is a lot of it.
Edited 2021-10-11 04:02 (UTC)
derletztetanz: La la la la la (Baby I'm your man (?))

Hunting (for Dinner AND Knowledge) in Town

[personal profile] derletztetanz 2021-10-11 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Abendessen - Dinner

Ainsmere is dark, and it is on high alert.

Having redressed after the escapades in the sewers, itโ€™s with purpose that Der Tod stalks through the streets, hands balled into fists as they struggle to contain themselves, appear amiable despite being a stranger here.

They cannot wait any longer. They are starving, and they duck into an alleyway in a residential area, clutching their gut and softly moaning. Killing isnโ€™t a problem, no...but there are repellant charms everywhere, and they arenโ€™t certain they will be able to simply drag someone in from the street without raising too much attention.

Silent save for a soft snarling they can scarcely control, they watch from the shadows with wide eyes, hoping to find a potential partner for this first hunt.

Wissen - Knowledge

If you are regarding the church, the library - they might try to get your attention, standing some feet from the doorway and peering in the windows with an inquisitive look. They keep their voice down, but their tone is honeyed, their expression as beseeching as it is charming.

โ€œ...May I ask you for a favor?โ€
derletztetanz: Here but now they're gone (All our times have come)

Lodgings - Heimat

[personal profile] derletztetanz 2021-10-11 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it could be worse, they suppose, if they must live anywhere. There is a melancholy to this place, but itโ€™s no worse than the lonely castles and estates of dying nobility anyhow, is it? And they had, in their time, certainly spent more than their fair share of hours waiting in churches.

Once they have taken their time to explore, they climb ably up into the rafters of the abandoned church, kicking one leg off the beam as they stare out a crumbling hole in the ceiling to regard the night sky. Sitting beside them are the books they were able to acquire from the town, skimmed but unread as of yet.

Their mind is too occupied to read.

For now, they are simply content to sit, gaze unfocused as they just...feel. The cold air on their face, tousling their blonde hair. The low thrum of hunger, sated but still there. The aches and pains that come with having nerve endings.

All new.

If you stare up at them for any period of time, they feel your eyes upon them, more used to going unseen - and they look down with a smile that COULD be friendly, lifting one eyebrow before they speak to you. Their purr is lightly accented, as smooth and soft as the blankets on oneโ€™s deathbed.

โ€œCome up, if you like. Itโ€™s peaceful, up here.โ€
designerdevil: i sware on me dad (Default)

[personal profile] designerdevil 2021-10-11 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Heyo, just want to double check a couple of things:

1) While in the caves, will people with Dirt Nap still need to also burrow into a shallow grave to sleep or is being underground enough? Or, if the traveling through the caves is mostly during daytime, do I get to have the pleasure of Lucifer being weary and whiny until someone drags or carries him until nightfall?
2) At the Riven God's church, is the garden area the best place for Dirt Nappers to sleep or is there anywhere else on the church grounds that would also be suitable?
icasm: (and you on the way)

option c.

[personal profile] icasm 2021-10-11 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, it hasn't been."

Loki. Look. Just because you're not where you last remember being and just because your life turned into a spectacular sort of shit show before you arrived hereโ€” wherever here is, exactly, doesn't mean you should take it out on this poor woman.

With that in mind, he takes a breath. Tries to calm down, or center himself, or at least think of a good and useful question to ask her.

"Are there other vampires or just us?"
designerdevil: Here comes trouble (Trouble Singing oh)

[personal profile] designerdevil 2021-10-12 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
"So dramatic!"

So he says with a chuckle, but he was a pill himself earlier so it's playful teasing at the most. And in their defense, even if an apparent sensitivity to holy water weren't an issue, it is absolutely disgusting down here and he can't believe himself for choosing this path instead of just climbing up the well. But - here he is, somewhat similarly stripped down save for one exception: he is completely nude with his clothes neatly folded and held close to his chest. No pants under his trousers, so... enjoy the view. ;)

Actually, after what felt like a mild hangover over even the implication of anything greater than dim light, he can believe himself for choosing this path instead. It does not, however, make it any less gross. Still, he can be a good sport, especially considering that rather attractive looking blond before him is probably dealing with the same growing thirst that he is himself.

"Sounds like you could use a favor," he says, tone warm and ready (ugh, he's going to be wading through this anyway, may as well make the most of it) to make a deal.
derletztetanz: Another 40000 coming every day ((Redefine happiness))

[personal profile] derletztetanz 2021-10-12 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
"It burns."

The scowl that Lucifer gets in return for that comment is nothing less than scalding - a vicious, animal flash in Der Tod's bright blue eyes. Still, they can tell the intent is kind enough, so they do not dwell, instead turning their attentions back to scraping the last of the muck from their (now angry-red) skin. No real damage done, it seems, but the sting is still there.

It takes them a moment to recollect themselves, drawing slow, steady breaths in and out of their nose like the rasp of an iron lung. That hurt. They are hungry. Every sensation is a new one for the pile, and they don't know how to tolerate everything at once. Turning their attention to the stranger, they don't seem to react at all to his nudity - it's sensible, really, not wanting to mess up one's clothes. Nothing they haven't seen before, anyhow. (And this man is pretty, they'll admit. In fact...hm. Something about him that they can't quite put their finger on just yet.)

"If you can step in it," they finally reply, pushing themselves up onto their feet and turning to face the slightly taller man, "Then yes. You would have my gratitude...?"

They tilt their head, a question in the set of their lips.

Still kind of novel, having to ask a name at all.
designerdevil: Drink our problems right out of our heads (We intend not to sleep till we're dead)

[personal profile] designerdevil 2021-10-12 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Lucifer - Morningstar," he says with an all-too-confident smile. It hasn't fully hit him yet that who he is might be meaningless here. The bristling doesn't bother him a bit - in fact, it only gets another chuckle out of him to see someone attempting to have so much pride while wiping holy sewage from their legs.

"And as a matter of fact," it takes some pushing through his own disgust, but he does manage to step into the offensive liquid, and then makes a wide gesture of showmanship with his free arm, "I can. Although I usually charge a bit more than just gratitude in exchange for my services. Why, that'd be undervaluing myself, now wouldn't it?"

If the Devil can't set a fair rate for freelance work, then there's little hope for the rest of the market, isn't there?
derletztetanz: C'mon baby ((We can be like they are))

[personal profile] derletztetanz 2021-10-12 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
If it hasn't hit Lucifer yet that his name may be meaningless to some, it certainly won't hit him in this moment - in point of fact, the being in front of him raises their brows in a moment of surprise...then smiles, in spite of themselves.

Could it be?

Certainly would explain the offer of a favor, doesn't it?

They watch the former angel wade into the grey water with all the attention of a waiting vulture...then nod, approvingly, when he appears to be unharmed. Their smile grows a little, angular and strange and made all the moreso by the addition of fangs. "Well, Herr Morningstar," they purr, "I do not usually agree to bargains...but in this place, I think I will be making exceptions."
goty: injury. angry. (anymore)

ellie | tlou.

[personal profile] goty 2021-10-12 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
a. TO THE PAIN.
Ellie wakes screaming.

Blood squirts from the missing finger on her hand, the other finger half-bitten off. Deep gulping breaths keep the noise down as she curls herself into a ball, against the nearest wall, sitting and struggling. One hand grasps the finger that is even now falling off.

She prepares herself to twist it off entirely.
b. TO TRUDGE.
She isn't waiting for anyone to carry her.

Recently, she's realized she wants to live. Long and stupid and painful, the journey of that discovery. She wants to live for herself. It feels pointless and selfish. Her life has no meaning. She's just taking up space.

But she doesn't want to die.

So she'll drink blood. Fuck it, she's done worse. She trudges through the sewers, seething with pain, her thin body shaking with the effort of control.
c. TO THE CITY.
The city is ripe for the picking, and the survivor's part of Ellie's mind-- most of her mind-- sees all the ways she could steal, scavenge, borrow. The rest of her is unnerved by how populated the place is. Is this how the world was before the outbreak?

Ellie stays to the shadows, waiting, watching, trying to screw her courage up. There's just so many.
d. TO THE WATER.
In the darkness, a wild beauty looks up at Ellie under a mirror of still water. She moves with longing, her entire being some constellation of welcome. Ellie waves with too few fingers. The woman waves back with too many.

"This is such a fucking trap," she says, but it's with evident sadness. She'd like very much to surrender herself to the uncomplicated depths.
e. WILDCARD
[hit me, im good for it.]
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