Servantofthecourtyard

(A manservant/bloodsucker rp blog) Ask this old bug something.

[servantofthecourtyard]

Rp starter

@hero-of-horror

Thomas had crept through ruin and rain to reach his target, the Hamlet. Such a bountiful target must be scouted properly before Thomas' fellow bloodsuckers could even think about raiding this virgin source of blood.

Keeping low the small Manservant encroached closer to the hamlet, eyeing up the hamlet's tavern as he went. Surely he could pick up a quick snack from a local town drunk?

[hero-of-horror]

Druel had been drinking again. It wasn’t something he often did due to having to hold his inner beast back, which was something requiring concentration, but the occasional tragedy could undo his inhibitions in an instant. Even so, he tried not to get too inebriated.

By the time he left the tavern, night had fallen. It was dark and he was tipsy. Just enough to take the edge off of his pain. Some rustling nearby made him spin on his heel in suspicion. “Who’s... who’s there?”

[servantofthecourtyard]

Thomas panics, stopping in his tracks and ducking down. He's hoping to get the drop on what he assumes to be a beggar on account of Druels dress.

Unfortunately for Thomas his heel snaps down on a discarded twig, the loud crack echoing through out the night.

[hero-of-horror]

Although his senses weren’t terribly heightened in human form, Druel could still detect someone’s eyes on him. He was too paranoid not to.

The moment Thomas’s heel snapped the twig, Druel’s left arm twitched. His beast wanted to kill whoever dared to disturb him, but he took a moment to breathe. “Just come on out. I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.”

[servantofthecourtyard]

Thomas is silent for a moment, his black eyes wide in fear of being caught out before he comes up with a plan. He will get his free meal tonight.

"Can you help me get up? I've fallen and can't get up!" Thomas cried in a shrill voice, praying on the baron's life that this beggar looking character would buy it.

[hero-of-horror]

Druel gave a heavy sigh. Of course he’d catch the one idiot in the Hamlet who got stuck in the mud, though he couldn’t help but be suspicious. Why was he hiding in the first place? Slowly, Druel walked on over.

“All right. I’ll help you, but I want some answers first. I don’t recognize you at all. Care to explain who you are?” the abomination asked, crossing his arms. “We don’t usually get visitors out here.”

[servantofthecourtyard]

Thomas smirks as he hears Druel get closer, "Oh me? I'm just looking for a quick drink," Thomas said slyly before lurching forward with his needle like nose aimed at Druel's chest.

[starlight-geode]

Druel only had a moment to look at the strange individual in front of him. Thomas looked odd, horrifying even. Something that—

He barely was able to jump back at the lunge. The needle-nose didn’t quite impale him, but it did leave a gash that pained him. Druel grimaced. “What the—“

[servantofthecourtyard]

The manservant's wings buzz with excitement as he feels his proboscis lengthen with the sweet taste of Druel's blood.

Thomas turns around suddenly after charging at Druel, wings buzzing excitedly in the nights cool air. He goes in for another attack, chattering loudly about getting a "Fresh meal".

[hero-of-horror]

Whatever this thing was, it wasn’t normal. Was anything normal in this damn Hamlet? He gritted his teeth together.

He could feel his beast rising up within him, wanting to respond with pure rage. Given the situation, he didn’t think it a bad idea. However, he unlocked his chains enough to take a length of it and whip the vampiric being.

[servantofthecourtyard]

Just that small taste of blood was enough to send Thomas into a frenzy as he charges agian, his insect like wings buzzing wildly. Only to recoil back as the chains collide with his pale face.

The blow forces Thomas back as his mouth opens, revealing rows of needle like teeth hiding behind long rotted away lips.

[servantofthecourtyard]

Rp starter

@hero-of-horror

Thomas had crept through ruin and rain to reach his target, the Hamlet. Such a bountiful target must be scouted properly before Thomas' fellow bloodsuckers could even think about raiding this virgin source of blood.

Keeping low the small Manservant encroached closer to the hamlet, eyeing up the hamlet's tavern as he went. Surely he could pick up a quick snack from a local town drunk?

[hero-of-horror]

Druel had been drinking again. It wasn’t something he often did due to having to hold his inner beast back, which was something requiring concentration, but the occasional tragedy could undo his inhibitions in an instant. Even so, he tried not to get too inebriated.

By the time he left the tavern, night had fallen. It was dark and he was tipsy. Just enough to take the edge off of his pain. Some rustling nearby made him spin on his heel in suspicion. “Who’s... who’s there?”

[servantofthecourtyard]

Thomas panics, stopping in his tracks and ducking down. He's hoping to get the drop on what he assumes to be a beggar on account of Druels dress.

Unfortunately for Thomas his heel snaps down on a discarded twig, the loud crack echoing through out the night.

[hero-of-horror]

Although his senses weren’t terribly heightened in human form, Druel could still detect someone’s eyes on him. He was too paranoid not to.

The moment Thomas’s heel snapped the twig, Druel’s left arm twitched. His beast wanted to kill whoever dared to disturb him, but he took a moment to breathe. “Just come on out. I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.”

[servantofthecourtyard]

Thomas is silent for a moment, his black eyes wide in fear of being caught out before he comes up with a plan. He will get his free meal tonight.

"Can you help me get up? I've fallen and can't get up!" Thomas cried in a shrill voice, praying on the baron's life that this beggar looking character would buy it.

[hero-of-horror]

Druel gave a heavy sigh. Of course he’d catch the one idiot in the Hamlet who got stuck in the mud, though he couldn’t help but be suspicious. Why was he hiding in the first place? Slowly, Druel walked on over.

“All right. I’ll help you, but I want some answers first. I don’t recognize you at all. Care to explain who you are?” the abomination asked, crossing his arms. “We don’t usually get visitors out here.”

[servantofthecourtyard]

Thomas smirks as he hears Druel get closer, "Oh me? I'm just looking for a quick drink," Thomas said slyly before lurching forward with his needle like nose aimed at Druel's chest.

[starlight-geode]

Druel only had a moment to look at the strange individual in front of him. Thomas looked odd, horrifying even. Something that—

He barely was able to jump back at the lunge. The needle-nose didn’t quite impale him, but it did leave a gash that pained him. Druel grimaced. “What the—“

[servantofthecourtyard]

The manservant's wings buzz with excitement as he feels his proboscis lengthen with the sweet taste of Druel's blood.

Thomas turns around suddenly after charging at Druel, wings buzzing excitedly in the nights cool air. He goes in for another attack, chattering loudly about getting a "Fresh meal".

[servantofthecourtyard]

Rp starter

@hero-of-horror

Thomas had crept through ruin and rain to reach his target, the Hamlet. Such a bountiful target must be scouted properly before Thomas' fellow bloodsuckers could even think about raiding this virgin source of blood.

Keeping low the small Manservant encroached closer to the hamlet, eyeing up the hamlet's tavern as he went. Surely he could pick up a quick snack from a local town drunk?

[hero-of-horror]

Druel had been drinking again. It wasn’t something he often did due to having to hold his inner beast back, which was something requiring concentration, but the occasional tragedy could undo his inhibitions in an instant. Even so, he tried not to get too inebriated.

By the time he left the tavern, night had fallen. It was dark and he was tipsy. Just enough to take the edge off of his pain. Some rustling nearby made him spin on his heel in suspicion. “Who’s... who’s there?”

[servantofthecourtyard]

Thomas panics, stopping in his tracks and ducking down. He's hoping to get the drop on what he assumes to be a beggar on account of Druels dress.

Unfortunately for Thomas his heel snaps down on a discarded twig, the loud crack echoing through out the night.

[hero-of-horror]

Although his senses weren’t terribly heightened in human form, Druel could still detect someone’s eyes on him. He was too paranoid not to.

The moment Thomas’s heel snapped the twig, Druel’s left arm twitched. His beast wanted to kill whoever dared to disturb him, but he took a moment to breathe. “Just come on out. I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.”

[servantofthecourtyard]

Thomas is silent for a moment, his black eyes wide in fear of being caught out before he comes up with a plan. He will get his free meal tonight.

"Can you help me get up? I've fallen and can't get up!" Thomas cried in a shrill voice, praying on the baron's life that this beggar looking character would buy it.

[hero-of-horror]

Druel gave a heavy sigh. Of course he’d catch the one idiot in the Hamlet who got stuck in the mud, though he couldn’t help but be suspicious. Why was he hiding in the first place? Slowly, Druel walked on over.

“All right. I’ll help you, but I want some answers first. I don’t recognize you at all. Care to explain who you are?” the abomination asked, crossing his arms. “We don’t usually get visitors out here.”

[servantofthecourtyard]

Thomas smirks as he hears Druel get closer, "Oh me? I'm just looking for a quick drink," Thomas said slyly before lurching forward with his needle like nose aimed at Druel's chest.

[servantofthecourtyard]

Rp starter

@hero-of-horror

Thomas had crept through ruin and rain to reach his target, the Hamlet. Such a bountiful target must be scouted properly before Thomas' fellow bloodsuckers could even think about raiding this virgin source of blood.

Keeping low the small Manservant encroached closer to the hamlet, eyeing up the hamlet's tavern as he went. Surely he could pick up a quick snack from a local town drunk?

[hero-of-horror]

Druel had been drinking again. It wasn’t something he often did due to having to hold his inner beast back, which was something requiring concentration, but the occasional tragedy could undo his inhibitions in an instant. Even so, he tried not to get too inebriated.

By the time he left the tavern, night had fallen. It was dark and he was tipsy. Just enough to take the edge off of his pain. Some rustling nearby made him spin on his heel in suspicion. “Who’s... who’s there?”

[servantofthecourtyard]

Thomas panics, stopping in his tracks and ducking down. He's hoping to get the drop on what he assumes to be a beggar on account of Druels dress.

Unfortunately for Thomas his heel snaps down on a discarded twig, the loud crack echoing through out the night.

[hero-of-horror]

Although his senses weren’t terribly heightened in human form, Druel could still detect someone’s eyes on him. He was too paranoid not to.

The moment Thomas’s heel snapped the twig, Druel’s left arm twitched. His beast wanted to kill whoever dared to disturb him, but he took a moment to breathe. “Just come on out. I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.”

[servantofthecourtyard]

Thomas is silent for a moment, his black eyes wide in fear of being caught out before he comes up with a plan. He will get his free meal tonight.

"Can you help me get up? I've fallen and can't get up!" Thomas cried in a shrill voice, praying on the baron's life that this beggar looking character would buy it.

[servantofthecourtyard]

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a-masked-bloodsucker

“Cheap tricks!? Ha! You mistake me for a common jester!” Theodor taunted, and on that very moment, two of the same bloodsucker appeared both in front and behind at the same time! Both of these copies were charging forth to simply insert their swords into the little blood bag like a skivered piece of meat, with a lot of force and devilry of course.

The Manservant quickly dropped to the floor, shielding his vital organs from this savage attack as his knees sink into the never ending mud and grim.

“Do you intend to kill me  or have me take part in your act, Actor!?” He yells.

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

“Why? I’m testing you of course!” Theodor answered. His copies missed, only to collide with each other including their swords. They disappeared into a small pile of glittering and pruple dust. Another illusion.

“If you’re wondering why I’m being rather harsh on you, a little bloodbag, is to see if you dodge a blade or two!”

Theodor, being a well known trickster, lurked within the purple smog that surrounded the Manservant. A sword was dropped before the little bloodbag. Perhaps this was Theodor’s last trick? Not the sword itself, but something else involving said sword?

[servantofthecourtyard]

Thomas can only duck and roll away from Theodor's attack, gasping for his breath.

"My, my your eager to strike me aren't you?" Thomas snarled between breaths.

[servantofthecourtyard]

Rp starter

@hero-of-horror

Thomas had crept through ruin and rain to reach his target, the Hamlet. Such a bountiful target must be scouted properly before Thomas' fellow bloodsuckers could even think about raiding this virgin source of blood.

Keeping low the small Manservant encroached closer to the hamlet, eyeing up the hamlet's tavern as he went. Surely he could pick up a quick snack from a local town drunk?

[hero-of-horror]

Druel had been drinking again. It wasn’t something he often did due to having to hold his inner beast back, which was something requiring concentration, but the occasional tragedy could undo his inhibitions in an instant. Even so, he tried not to get too inebriated.

By the time he left the tavern, night had fallen. It was dark and he was tipsy. Just enough to take the edge off of his pain. Some rustling nearby made him spin on his heel in suspicion. “Who’s... who’s there?”

[servantofthecourtyard]

Thomas panics, stopping in his tracks and ducking down. He's hoping to get the drop on what he assumes to be a beggar on account of Druels dress.

Unfortunately for Thomas his heel snaps down on a discarded twig, the loud crack echoing through out the night.

[servantofthecourtyard]

Rp starter

@hero-of-horror

Thomas had crept through ruin and rain to reach his target, the Hamlet. Such a bountiful target must be scouted properly before Thomas' fellow bloodsuckers could even think about raiding this virgin source of blood.

Keeping low the small Manservant encroached closer to the hamlet, eyeing up the hamlet's tavern as he went. Surely he could pick up a quick snack from a local town drunk?

[servantofthecourtyard]

Private Rp

[servantofthecourtyard]

a-masked-bloodsucker

“Cheap tricks!? Ha! You mistake me for a common jester!” Theodor taunted, and on that very moment, two of the same bloodsucker appeared both in front and behind at the same time! Both of these copies were charging forth to simply insert their swords into the little blood bag like a skivered piece of meat, with a lot of force and devilry of course.

The Manservant quickly dropped to the floor, shielding his vital organs from this savage attack as his knees sink into the never ending mud and grim.

“Do you intend to kill me  or have me take part in your act, Actor!?” He yells.

[servantofthecourtyard]

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[servantofthecourtyard]

a-masked-bloodsucker

Theodor swiftly dodged from the Manservant’s thrust by a cheeky flinch of his body on instinct before disappearing once again. Coming from behind, Theodor used a crate as a stepping stone to leap from. He threw a determined fist right at the Manservant once he got close enough.

Theodor’s fist collides with Manservant’s cheek and small mandible, his head snapping to the side from the collision. The rushing of the blood excites Manservant as he twists his head, trying to jab Theodor’s chest with his needle like proboscis; now that he’s closer and still open from the punch.

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

The Manservant’s proboscis to managed to graze Theodor’s shoulder as the masked bloodsucker jerked to the left in an attempt to dodge the attack. The wound did spark a grunt from Theodor as he backs off from his “opponent.” Then he suddenly decided to hurl his trident at the Manservant.

[servantofthecourtyard]

The Manservant hisses like a feral beast, just that tiny taste of blood from the graze had sent him into a frenzy as the little bloodsucker’s wings, mandibles and proboscis enlarge. 

With Manservant’s aggression heightened, the bug considers charging, but scraps that idea when he notices the trident being flung towards him.  With a swish of his forever bloodstained, grey hands, he flips his Cloche serving tray up, trying to shield himself from the tridents pointy end. 

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

The serving tray did somewhat stop the trident from making a gory mess of the Manservant’s face, but only by an inch between his eyes and the mighty blade’s forky end secured his fate for now. Seeing the Manservant not fall before him, Theodor knew that his throw wasn’t good enough. Hissing in bitter anger, he threw a glass bottle, containing a considerable amount of purple dust. “You have common sense, but you don’t know my tricks!” He shouted as he threw the bottle at the Manservant’s feet. Upon shattering, a purple fog began to form, clouding the Manservant’s vision. Then a devilish chuckle filled his ears, and sleepness lurked in his body, but he could still push on. Yet, what other theatrics did this masked bloodsucker had in mind for this “duel”? 

[servantofthecourtyard]

Manservant snarls, vision obscured by the smoke. "Come now and put away your cheap tricks!" He snarls loudly, sounding much more agressive than before. Now swinging his cleaver blindly into the smoke.

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a-masked-bloodsucker

Theodor swiftly dodged from the Manservant’s thrust by a cheeky flinch of his body on instinct before disappearing once again. Coming from behind, Theodor used a crate as a stepping stone to leap from. He threw a determined fist right at the Manservant once he got close enough.

Theodor’s fist collides with Manservant’s cheek and small mandible, his head snapping to the side from the collision. The rushing of the blood excites Manservant as he twists his head, trying to jab Theodor’s chest with his needle like proboscis; now that he’s closer and still open from the punch.

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

The Manservant’s proboscis to managed to graze Theodor’s shoulder as the masked bloodsucker jerked to the left in an attempt to dodge the attack. The wound did spark a grunt from Theodor as he backs off from his “opponent.” Then he suddenly decided to hurl his trident at the Manservant.

[servantofthecourtyard]

The Manservant hisses like a feral beast, just that tiny taste of blood from the graze had sent him into a frenzy as the little bloodsucker’s wings, mandibles and proboscis enlarge. 

With Manservant’s aggression heightened, the bug considers charging, but scraps that idea when he notices the trident being flung towards him.  With a swish of his forever bloodstained, grey hands, he flips his Cloche serving tray up, trying to shield himself from the tridents pointy end. 

[servantofthecourtyard]

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[servantofthecourtyard]

a-masked-bloodsucker

Theodor swiftly dodged from the Manservant’s thrust by a cheeky flinch of his body on instinct before disappearing once again. Coming from behind, Theodor used a crate as a stepping stone to leap from. He threw a determined fist right at the Manservant once he got close enough.

Theodor’s fist collides with Manservant’s cheek and small mandible, his head snapping to the side from the collision. The rushing of the blood excites Manservant as he twists his head, trying to jab Theodor’s chest with his needle like proboscis; now that he’s closer and still open from the punch.

[servantofthecourtyard]

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a-masked-bloodsucker

“I suppose you may call it a mere fantasy blood bag,” Theodor noted, “though I wouldn’t refuse you being accepted into my cast. I am the one directing such glory for your kind to indulge in. Nevertheless,” he tapped his foot, “I’m still waiting on that bottle of wine friend.”

Manservant passes over the finer wine to Theodor, now thinking over his offer.

“I’m sure I could fit into your cast Mr Krause, just give me sometime to finish my current duties then we can talk in more detail sir!” Manservant said cheerfully, he could do with a change of pace that didn’t evolve being shot or slashed at.

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

“I see. Meet me by the foundation, about a couple rooms west of here by dawn. I shall bring you to the amphitheater once you’ve arrived. For now, you’re free to do what blood bags like you would do. Serve.” Theodor explained as he took a quick sip from the bottle of wine. His thirst will be satisfied with tonight. The masked bloodsucker went off to do his own thing, leaving the Manservant to continue with his duties. All was well here in the Courtyard. 

[servantofthecourtyard]

Manservant simply nods as he continues to maintain his little wine stand, making sure bottles where labled and in the correct crates.

Hours later, Manservant would be approaching the agreed meeting spot Arriving with a few bottles of blood in hand, it would be rude not to bring some! He seems more cheerful than usual.

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

Theodor stood by the foundation as he said he would. Despite the odd friendliness between the two bloodsuckers, the masked bloodsucker had his trident in hand and a sword holstered on his hip.  “Ah, if it isn’t the blood bag of the hour hmm?” He said as he turned to the Manservant, “I take it that you’ve rid yourself of any repetitive tasks for tonight?”

[servantofthecourtyard]

“Ah of course good sir, theres plenty a bloodsucker to shift the duties onto for just one night!” Manservant exclaimed,

He stops talking and cautiously eyes up Theodore’s weapons, “Sir what do you need those for?”

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

Theodor chuckled at the Manservant’s question before drawing his sword. Instead of the usual cliche of the typical noble backstab or unlikely betrayal, the bloodsucker tossed the blade near the Manservant’s feet. 

“To prove yourself.” He responded bluntly, “Let us begin with our first lesson in performing for the vampiric masses.”

Facing his fellow bloodsucker, Theodor shrugged his shoulders before presenting himself in a formal manner, “Attack me blood bag.”

[servantofthecourtyard]

"Testing my skill eh? Well enguard! I wont hold back!" Manservant cried as he launched an attack, his proboscis like nose extending slightly as he aims it like a spear at Theodore's arms, intending to not strike anything vital for this duel.

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a-masked-bloodsucker

“I suppose you may call it a mere fantasy blood bag,” Theodor noted, “though I wouldn’t refuse you being accepted into my cast. I am the one directing such glory for your kind to indulge in. Nevertheless,” he tapped his foot, “I’m still waiting on that bottle of wine friend.”

Manservant passes over the finer wine to Theodor, now thinking over his offer.

“I’m sure I could fit into your cast Mr Krause, just give me sometime to finish my current duties then we can talk in more detail sir!” Manservant said cheerfully, he could do with a change of pace that didn’t evolve being shot or slashed at.

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

“I see. Meet me by the foundation, about a couple rooms west of here by dawn. I shall bring you to the amphitheater once you’ve arrived. For now, you’re free to do what blood bags like you would do. Serve.” Theodor explained as he took a quick sip from the bottle of wine. His thirst will be satisfied with tonight. The masked bloodsucker went off to do his own thing, leaving the Manservant to continue with his duties. All was well here in the Courtyard. 

[servantofthecourtyard]

Manservant simply nods as he continues to maintain his little wine stand, making sure bottles where labled and in the correct crates.

Hours later, Manservant would be approaching the agreed meeting spot Arriving with a few bottles of blood in hand, it would be rude not to bring some! He seems more cheerful than usual.

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

Theodor stood by the foundation as he said he would. Despite the odd friendliness between the two bloodsuckers, the masked bloodsucker had his trident in hand and a sword holstered on his hip.  “Ah, if it isn’t the blood bag of the hour hmm?” He said as he turned to the Manservant, “I take it that you’ve rid yourself of any repetitive tasks for tonight?”

[servantofthecourtyard]

"Ah of course good sir, theres plenty a bloodsucker to shift the duties onto for just one night!" Manservant exclaimed,

He stops talking and cautiously eyes up Theodore's weapons, "Sir what do you need those for?"

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a-masked-bloodsucker

“I suppose you may call it a mere fantasy blood bag,” Theodor noted, “though I wouldn’t refuse you being accepted into my cast. I am the one directing such glory for your kind to indulge in. Nevertheless,” he tapped his foot, “I’m still waiting on that bottle of wine friend.”

Manservant passes over the finer wine to Theodor, now thinking over his offer.

“I’m sure I could fit into your cast Mr Krause, just give me sometime to finish my current duties then we can talk in more detail sir!” Manservant said cheerfully, he could do with a change of pace that didn’t evolve being shot or slashed at.

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

“I see. Meet me by the foundation, about a couple rooms west of here by dawn. I shall bring you to the amphitheater once you’ve arrived. For now, you’re free to do what blood bags like you would do. Serve.” Theodor explained as he took a quick sip from the bottle of wine. His thirst will be satisfied with tonight. The masked bloodsucker went off to do his own thing, leaving the Manservant to continue with his duties. All was well here in the Courtyard. 

[servantofthecourtyard]

Manservant simply nods as he continues to maintain his little wine stand, making sure bottles where labled and in the correct crates.

Hours later, Manservant would be approaching the agreed meeting spot Arriving with a few bottles of blood in hand, it would be rude not to bring some! He seems more cheerful than usual.

[servantofthecourtyard]

Private Rp

[servantofthecourtyard]

a-masked-bloodsucker

“I suppose you may call it a mere fantasy blood bag,” Theodor noted, “though I wouldn’t refuse you being accepted into my cast. I am the one directing such glory for your kind to indulge in. Nevertheless,” he tapped his foot, “I’m still waiting on that bottle of wine friend.”

Manservant passes over the finer wine to Theodor, now thinking over his offer.

“I’m sure I could fit into your cast Mr Krause, just give me sometime to finish my current duties then we can talk in more detail sir!” Manservant said cheerfully, he could do with a change of pace that didn't evolve being shot or slashed at.

[servantofthecourtyard]

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a-masked-bloodsucker

“I will admit, I have competition, but I believe I can do better than that damned Baron…” The bloodsucker noted. He did always have a fierce reputation for acting and entertaining the masses. Besides, he already rekindled his career in presenting shows and plays for fellow bloodsuckers to appease them while they dine on wine.

Looking up at him with curiosity, “You believe that you can surpass the Baron? Hogwash! The courts appetite for violent acts and more bloodstained debauchery increases day by day! You’d be lucky if he didn’t include you in one of his act,” The manservant exclaims, simply shaking his head, “But they must like what you do if they haven’t demoted you sir,”

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

“I have worked with the Baron before my inevitable departure, yet I think a couple of honeyed words have their influences on the nobility,” The bloodsucker put his mask back on and holstered his blade, “And it is true, your masters admire me because of my shows. Especially when I bring out my copies to kill each other. It’s amusing to watch them do so.” 

[servantofthecourtyard]

“You’ve worked with the baron? I’m surprised your still in one piece!” The Manservant chuckles, “You have talent, no wonder the others keep you around,”

 “I suppose I should know your name sir?” He asked, now pouring himself a drink, it’s more like slop but alas its a servants pay.

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

“Theodor. Theodor Krause, that’s my name.” the bloodsucker answered. “About my talent, I was gifted with purpose ever since I was a boy, unlike you.” He added with a slight dense tone in his voice.

[servantofthecourtyard]

The manservant just watched with beady black eyes, “Well Mr Krause as long as you don’t point knives at my neck we wont have anymore problems,” he said sternly, “I’ve been in service to the gentlemen and ladies of the court since I was young, I am used to having a knife thrown at me but I wont tolerate such trickery while I’m working good sir, save that behaviour for intruders if you must do that!”

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

“Oh? You’ve lived the life of serving others? My fellow bloodsucker, you deserve better!” The bloodsucker exclaimed, “Perhaps the role of a brave soul rescuing the lone hero by swinging into the scene? Or the devilish sidekick of a corrupted noble lord!”

[servantofthecourtyard]

"A new role?" He questions, scratching his bloodied chin with clawed hands, "I've always been a servant, a new role sounds refreshing,"

He pauses for a moment thinking it over, then he continues, "Even though I'll still be a manservant, I suppose I'd enjoy a break, even if its in a fantasy conducted by you Mr Krause,"

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[servantofthecourtyard]

a-masked-bloodsucker

“I will admit, I have competition, but I believe I can do better than that damned Baron…” The bloodsucker noted. He did always have a fierce reputation for acting and entertaining the masses. Besides, he already rekindled his career in presenting shows and plays for fellow bloodsuckers to appease them while they dine on wine.

Looking up at him with curiosity, “You believe that you can surpass the Baron? Hogwash! The courts appetite for violent acts and more bloodstained debauchery increases day by day! You’d be lucky if he didn’t include you in one of his act,” The manservant exclaims, simply shaking his head, “But they must like what you do if they haven’t demoted you sir,”

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

“I have worked with the Baron before my inevitable departure, yet I think a couple of honeyed words have their influences on the nobility,” The bloodsucker put his mask back on and holstered his blade, “And it is true, your masters admire me because of my shows. Especially when I bring out my copies to kill each other. It’s amusing to watch them do so.” 

[servantofthecourtyard]

“You’ve worked with the baron? I’m surprised your still in one piece!” The Manservant chuckles, “You have talent, no wonder the others keep you around,”

 “I suppose I should know your name sir?” He asked, now pouring himself a drink, it’s more like slop but alas its a servants pay.

[a-masked-bloodsucker]

“Theodor. Theodor Krause, that’s my name.” the bloodsucker answered. “About my talent, I was gifted with purpose ever since I was a boy, unlike you.” He added with a slight dense tone in his voice.

[servantofthecourtyard]

The manservant just watched with beady black eyes, “Well Mr Krause as long as you don’t point knives at my neck we wont have anymore problems,” he said sternly, “I’ve been in service to the gentlemen and ladies of the court since I was young, I am used to having a knife thrown at me but I wont tolerate such trickery while I’m working good sir, save that behaviour for intruders if you must do that!”