UO Free Server

The metal door opened quickly, and the light of the torches from the corridor outside faintly illumined the dark room. A short haired blonde man smiled, sitting at the table on the far side of the chamber, and waved.
Another individual entered, and closed the metal door behind him. He was maybe six feet tall, with a red cloak and hood covering his face, and smiled in return.
“What did you find?” the hooded man asked.
“You may be right.” replied the other, smiling and slightly tilting his head “I found that name in our records. She is probably real.”
“Very well, this is great news.” said the hooded one, with a grin.
“Is it? Because if that is the right place, and she is really what we think, seeking her may not be wise.” The blonde man gazed at the other, his lips pursed and his expression uneasy.
“Do you understand that she may be the oldest one still alive? She may have all the answers I’m looking for.” said the man wearing the hood, placing his hands on the table.
“Or she will just destroy you, because she maybe doesn’t want to be disturbed. And even if she means you no harm, how can we know in wich way a vampire that old will react, after centuries of quiescence.” the blonde man quckly said, his tone troubled.
“Whatever is going to happen, it will be worth it.” the hooded one said, quickly moving to the metal door of the chamber.
“Pridbor this time you are risking too much, and not only you.” the other said loudly, before the door shut.

Light from the bonfire flickered over the various colored fabrics draped throughout the caravan circle, the sound of joyous music and happy voices echoing the clearing. Miri had stood on the outer edge, watching the travelers rejoice in life, unsure o…

“Are you sure you want to find out more about it? It may be unwise to chase old stories like this one, could be dangerous, or just a waste of your time.”
“Maybe, but that is not my main concern at the moment. Was she one of us?”
In response, a short haired man wearing a crimson robe, lifted a golden goblet and sneered. “She may have been, but as you saw there is only an old tale left about her. We cannot be sure.” He sipped from the cup.
They were sitting at a long table, with golden plates, chalices and cutlery arranged for a banquet. One with short blond hair, wearing a dark red robe, and the other wth long cherry hair, wearing dark pants and boots with a black fabric jacket over a white shirt. They had something in common, their whitened and almost emotionless faces, illumined by the candelabrums on the table.
“The reason why some of us think she was” added the one in crimson, putting down his goblet on the table “Is because of what she did, and how. Surrounding herself with so many devotees, in a very short amount of time, looks like something we can do.” He smiled, staring into his interlocutor’s eyes. “You can do it, am I right?”
“It is not the same thing.” replied the other, his right hand running through his red hair. “Yes, some of us can, but then she did something with those people that destroyed her. The tale says of how quickly people started to speak about her cult, and in no time they took and killed her. And nothing about that part of the story makes me think she was a vampire, it says they simply put her down.”
“There are many reasons why someone of our kind could do such a thing, simply the impossibility to control his or her hunger, could be enough. Does it remind you of someone?” said the short haired one, with an amused smile on his otherwise phlegmatic face, and he again reached for his cup.
The man with long hair briefly sighed, with his lips contorting into an annoyed grimace. “What about the chalice then, do you know something about it?” he added.
“Oh, now I understand. I should have known you were interested in that, still looking for the knowledge of the ancients I suppose.” answered the other man, pensively gazing at the dark red liquid inside his wine glass.
“Some say it was the source of her power, that some demonic influence was involved but, if she was one of the accursed she probably had no need for something like that.” the one in crimson said, in a sigh. “But I never saw the object, and I don’t know anyone who ever did. If you are really interested in that, probably it is still somwhere in the lands of the Empire, where she started her cult.”
The red haired smiled, and took another golden cup, in front of him. “There is someone, that is already taking care of it for me.”