I thought I'd post some example posts I managed to drag up from my old roleplay sessions in TdV. Of course the content may not make sense due to an extensive storyline, but nonetheless, here for your critique, just to see if anyone is interested in starting up a storyline eventually!





The moment stretched as though caught in timelessness. She thought she could hear him speak, but the truth sadly was the only sounds to be heard being the torment the leaves suffered at the invisible hands of the wind outside. The vision before her, him, Andili, suddenly erased all thoughts of revenge from her mind. Besides what is time when one is immortal?
She needed him, oh how she needed him. More than that she required of him to regain his strength. She knew she had lost all. For a creature such as her, surviving more on her passionate emotions than the blood that sustained those that walk the night, to now feel nothing at all save for hate… and then this need she had for him. She slowly lay down next to him, keeping her eyes on his every strained breath. She moved her wrist to her mouth and sunk her teeth deeply, piercing the flesh until the blood spilled into her mouth. She leaned closer to him and turned his head to face her. With her fingers she parted his icy lips, and then opened her own over his yielding mouth and felt the blood flow from her to him. She could not divine his thoughts but she unquestionably felt the torment looming in his soul. She repeated the drawing of her own blood, forcing her kiss on him as surely as she forced the theft of his soul that night which now seemed eons ago. And for a third time her mouth filled with blood met his. Then she laid her head on his chest, the hardness of the floor oblivious to her. This sad scene seemed to steal the hours until she sat up and looked down at him. She would have cried had she such strength of emotion left in her, but there was none. She could rush into the night to have those she now deemed worthy of a fate worse than which her beautiful fledgling met, to have them account for this tragedy, but she knew she had to wait.
And wait she would, until he was ready to join her. The night offered a few hours yet and she would use them to her benefit. She needed to call on those she knew would undoubtedly assist her. She was a worshipper of the Dark Ones, and she believed at the very least they would thrive on the hate that has settled in her heart. It pained her though, to think of her beloved Goddess Kali. She could not bring honour or worship to Her this eve. In the piercing quiet that surrounded them, she got up and walked to the door, shutting it. Turning to face the severely dark room she wondered whether he ever witnessed any magickal rite in his mortal years, sadly he would not even witness that now, as consciousness was stolen from him when she near drained him. Such utter silence, silence that seemed so loud, it heaved against the very walls. An invocation was necessary, one that would lend her the demons of vengeance to assist her in the play that was written so cruelly by those that defiled the rite she performed for Lia. A shadow swept across her features, a darkness that was born in hate. But she also had to ensure Andili's soul would breathe undead life again.

She seemed suspended in a moment of hateful contemplation when suddenly the trance lifted and she walked towards the altar. She stood staring at the carefully placed objects on the table in front of her; her arms folded as if guarding the thoughts she conjured deep within in her being. For the first time since the horror of that night she started dissecting the whole event that eventually claimed her daughter's life. Her brow knitted in a frown, her attention now far removed from Andili lying behind her on the cold floor. The frown intensified and her head tilted slightly to the side. "Yes… it makes no sense actually." She shook her head as if to confirm the absurdity of what appeared to prove reality. "My whole life as follower of dark magick, I have honoured and revered you Kali, why in Hell would you claim MY only daughter? Why, when after all I had to endure to simply bring Michelle over into this world. That spell could have killed me, had my devotion and love for Lestat not been that strong I surely would have died! No, this makes no sense at all!" Did it matter though if she could not fathom the raison d'être, if there was indeed any? She turned and slowly walked to the window as if leaving the sight of these familiar objects could erase the memories, if but only for a moment. She moved the drapes with a weary hand and leaned against the wall, sinking against the stone cold structure of the ancient wall. Her eyes settled once more on him, her gaze transfixed for a few moments before her eyes moved out to capture the darkness of the night. It was near the Dark Moon, shadows before her, heavy as if cloaked in the velvet of the darkened night. Whether he would bare witness to her words or not she spoke to him nonetheless. "What does it matter in the end my tormented soul? Do I, this very moment have the will to claim the vengeance of my childer's spilled blood?" She kept facing the night's sky, her expressionless visage hidden from him. "Perhaps I should end it all though…. Perhaps you will end it when you wake, if you wake…"