Hiss all you want,, your wounds still show from your last encounter

Mirror takes out his enchanted Flute of GoodWill and begins to play a song to defuse the confrontation that is brewing in the tavern

Atlest I got to fight! *she hisses before the soft tune clams her down. she stands back up, beside Dracula*

At least he saved your life. Remeber that he may not be around to save it again.

Mirror takes a huge drink of his pilfered elven wine and recites a poem for everyone to hear,hoping to relax everyone.



No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.

But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

She dwells with Beauty -- Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips;
Ay, in the very temple of delight
Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous
tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

*rolls her eyes at him, she sees that he is not worth getting upset over. She takes a seat back at the bar to listen to the tune*

wonders what is going on...just needing a taste of blood and be on my way..

Elayra walks to the Minotaur's table and sits across from his seat. "Hello, my name is Elayra. I am aquainted with your friend, Draven." She offers her delicate hand to the Minotaur.

Count Dracula is pleased that another vampire has entered the tavern. A young vampire necromancer.

He turns his head and welcomes the young vampire. He then looks at the young vampire assassin and puts his hand up. Relax. The bullish minotaur speaks to much for his brain to carry him. He doesn't know what he his dealing with.

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GAME PROFILE – The Darkscrolls: Morash-itar’s Demon Hordes
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NAME: Count Dracula
RACE: Ancient Vampire
CLASS: Count
AGE: 15,563
GENDER: Male
ALIGNMENT: Evil
WEIGHT: 178
PHYSICAL: 92
MENTAL:146
EXPERIENCE POINTS:1,000,500/1,001,000
(need 1,001,000 to get to level 190)
HEALTH CONDITION: HEALTHY
HIT POINTS: 170/170
Level 157
GOLD:890,000
MAGICAL SKILLS:

death ward - kill a level 10 opponent first round
Magical dispell - dispell any opponent
summon dire werewolves - add 15 physical
summon vampire group - add 15 mental
death touch - damage 50 hit points

SPECIAL SKILLS:

Hypnotize opponent for entire battle round
Suc'k blood out of opponent - Roll a 1d6 die and multiple by 10 to get hit point damage from enemy

Immune to garlic and silver first two rounds of battle.

1st WEAPON: none
2nd WEAPON: none


Count Dracula is the father of vampires and considered a god of evil. He was created when the lands where fought by gods. He now is in his ending stages of life searching for a female vampire of great potential to take over his reign.

I am Blaide,, and i am Dravens second in command

MirrorMirror is happy and begins to sing a song


From the forests and highlands
We come, we come;
From the river-girt islands,
Where loud waves are dumb
Listening to my sweet pipings.
The wind in the reeds and the rushes,
The bees on the bells of thyme,
The birds on the myrtle-bushes,
The cicale above in the lime,
And the lizards below in the grass,
Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was,
Listening to my sweet pipings.

Liquid Peneus was flowing,
And all dark Temple lay
In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing
The light of the dying day,
Speeded by my sweet pipings.
The Sileni and Sylvans and fauns,
And the Nymphs of the woods and wave
To the edge of the moist river-lawns,
And the brink of the dewy caves,
And all that did then attend and follow,
Were silent with love,--as you now, Apollo,
With envy of my sweet pipings.

I sang of the dancing stars,
I sang of the dedal earth,
And of heaven, and the Giant wars,
And love, and death, and birth.
And then I changed my pipings,--
Singing how down the vale of Maenalus
I pursued a maiden, and clasped a reed:
Gods and men, we are all deluded thus;
It breaks in our bosom, and then we bleed.
All wept--as I think both ye now would,
If envy or age had not frozen your blood--
At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.

"I shall come again Marishka. You have good potential to rule the vampire world one day. The night sky watches as you gain in experience. Perhaps I will take you in as my own and last apprentice for my time comes soon," Count Dracula mentions.

*turns to Count*

Sir, would you like another glass of blood?

walks towards Dracula feeds the need to be close to him

Blaide is becoming unsettled that Draven has not yet returned, and starts to consider not going for him by himself, but calling for a full hunting party to search for Him

*stares at Count*

really? I would be honored!

*she is now bouncing in her chair with excitement*

I do hope it's not human blood she needs to taste.

Sits quietly taking in everything not saying a word. My fireballs will help me if the need arises.It will do well for me to sit still and not draw attention to myself.

"Perhaps I should stay awhile for your safety,' the count mentions eyeing the minotaur.

MirrorMirror walks over to the table that the Minotaur and the High Elf is sitting at and pulls up a chair and sits down. "Its nice to meet you mighty minotaur and lovely elf"

Blaide catches the eyes of the count,, and still has no fear of him. He stands and puts his hammer over his shoulder,, and walks to the door. As soon as it is open, He rears back and bellows his strongest bellow. Other bellows join him and he walks out to go in search of his leader.