NPC INTERACTION: SETTLING IN.

[exsangui]

WHO: Vasili, Rohese, and you.
FORMAT: Log.
WHERE: The ruined church of the Riven God.
WHEN: Nowish.
WHAT: This is an open log. Feel free to talk to Vasili and / or Rohese, or talk amongst yourselves.
WARNINGS: None besides the basic expected level of 'there's vampires and blood and death stuff' discussed. Will update if needed.

The grand cathedral of the Riven God, once gothic in grand construction, has toppled ages ago. Yes, there are places to duck in and be safe from the weather (and sunlight) as needed, but the temperature remains a friendly warmth and nights do not cool too much. Rain and sharp wind do not touch the area, or the forest surrounding, though rain clouds can be seen in the distance.

The clerics, Rohese and Vasili, set about making sure each votive candle is lit, even the ones that sit in dirt on the ground. They are not moved or rearranged by the clerics, though if your character chooses to do so, the clerics seem not to mind.

There is ample time and place to hunt the wild boar and black-tailed deer that live in the forest surrounding the ruined church.

Comments

ROHESE.

[exsangui]

The woman is an unassuming one, and this demeanor is helped by her only reaching about five feet in height. On the second day at the ruined church, she begins collecting animal bones from the forest, cleaning them and carefully arranging them where pews once were, before time saw them go to rot.

On the third day, she makes a stew, barley and venison. She offers small bowls to everyone who doesn't look otherwise occupied.

She also offers her blood, should any hunger.

Second Day

[derletztetanz]

Yet again, Der Tod is lingering in the rafters. Something about being above everything brings them some sort of comfort, the vaguest measure of separation from the whole situation to give them the space to think. It's during one of these moments up there, reading quietly, that they notice her bringing in the bones.

Closing their book, they set it aside - then they climb down, landing cat-like nearby on their dark dress shoes.

"What are you doing?" The tone is one of pure curiosity, a bemused smile on their lips.

VASILI.

[exsangui]

Contrasting Rohese, Vasili is nearly six feet tall, his clerical robes showing his ankles and wrists. They were clearly made for a shorter creature, but he wears them now.

On the second day at the ruined church, he finds an alcohol still in a catacomb beneath the church grounds. Despite the age of the church itself, the distillery equipment seems well-kept and in working order. Certainly, Vasili knows precisely how to use it.

On the third day, he begins to take the bones Rohese has cleaned and arranged in the main church knave, and tie them together with string. Some, he plants into the earth. A shape is taking place.

He does not offer his blood as readily as Rohese, but if someone looks peckish or ill, he will mention it as an option.