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Paused, pursing his lips shortly below his ornate close helm. "If this is what is on th' market nowadays, you're all good. Please proceed."

wait Akiriza? sup buddy

I can respect that- vampires are widely seen as a detriment to RP and I can already see a couple hiccups in their main implementation. However on the contrary, while these are majorly inspired by and for vampires, these things are not exactly even on the level of Bram Stoker or recent Dracula sort of deal, these are just straight monstrous with a barely contained outside view.

Blatant paragraphs and lore is not "pretty pictures" and "a couple names", but I can understand that of the fact it does stem from folklore.

Talked with folks, we came to agreement that the original is riddled with many copypastas, blah-blah, so on and so forth. I personally came to the idea to make an entirely different piece that is drastically different in mechanic and could even be posed purely as an event monster or item. Beyond this however, I don't believe in plagiarism. Inspiration is one thing, blatant copying is another. There are excerpts in this lore page that are quite literally ctrl+c from Witcher Lore (wikias, the game) aswell as Hemlock Grove. I'll start pulling references if actually need be. Just renaming things isn't original, it's plagiarism.

this'll definitely start a flame war on the thread defend that this is nigh-entirely a witcher rip off

I had a long debate just now. If you want to know why I feel this would be a better candidate, I'll gladly explain. Until then however, keep it constructive.

OOC Preface: Yes, these are a type of vampires, Yes I'm aware Strigae exist. This was my attempt at writing something different idk bro. [Music] Sanguinari ‘Masters of Seduction and Subterfuge’ “Pray they do not see you in the Night.” [credit to WarNick on deviantart btw] In the beginning, there were the accursed, an unstable folk if anything and a damnable presence to the common folk in the end; accursed and without beauty, they soon met their end. Most notably however was what came after. The centuries following the end of this disdained, afflicted folk was by far one of the most horrifying affliction an individual has ever suffered, second only to the Earliest Plagues, it’s kill count beyond numbers; beyond legions. In the waking ages of the New Lands, it is unknown whether it were cosmic unrest, or the Divines angered once more at certain mortals, for certain, something was responsible for inflicting upon them a horrible disease that merged Man and Monster alike, within the days of the Daemon, certain feral men and women were noted throughout the lands, boasting obvious violent tendencies as well as immense power. Where it originated in this planet is vaguely unknown, most scribes attribute it to the Netherrealm. At first, it wasn’t so bad. Towns would have a couple livestock taken from them, people often thought it were gryphons, which wouldn’t be too bad, local bands of heroes would constantly go out and drive those out if need be, sometimes they’d bring back a good hunt- except some nights their numbers dwindled, each of the members of some of these bands were scared out of their minds, priests would swear them away; shoving holy oils to their breasts and casting them from the chapels they visited. “Just a bad dream, lad. You’ll get over it.” One night, this band of heroes, what once was nine, was now a trio, brandishing their weapons, oiling them akin to that of demonslayers, they sought to end what was their nightmares; detailed as a hunched back creature of unmentionable horror, elongated teeth, bloodied red and claws larger than ones hands; with eyes perhaps more engrossing than the most lovely of ladies in the entire realms. Those who came that night, valiant or not, beat their swords uselessly against this beast, being slaughtered. The Sanguine; When a man goes home to their loving wife, they see what they beheld on their wedding night, the same beauty they rested their eyes on to begin with. For a Nightstalker in their natural, nocturnal habitat, it’s by possibly the most horrifying sight and the last many ever take. But in the daytime, those afflicted whether or not people know, find that these infected folks are immensely beautiful, curves being accentuated, perhaps more alluring than before, masculine features are chisled, more appealing; height does not change, and for the most part basic appearance remains the same. In the night, however, when sunset hits, and one’s carnal rage infuriates on a grand scale, so too does the disturbance of the bloodsucker,- the host is sometimes barely able to be contained, and in some circumstances, it will burst out in unseeing manners, ferocious and disgusting. It varies in person to person in just how contained one is; akin to a cornered rat- these beasts fight til the death or until they can rightfully feed, which is interesting, as they can only be sated by mortal blood and flesh, and even then.. That ferocity cannot always be stopped, lest the night falls to day yet again. [OOC Factors] With all loreposting aside, this is likely the more fact part of the Sanguinari Lore- they’re creatures brought upon by a somewhat unknown force in the Old World during corruption, and have been masked for a very long time through being passed off as feral beasts or demons by folklore in character. It is only contractable to all races, save for those of the Orcish and Goblin Race; such would be inhumane. These nigh-vampiric creatures require a lot of sustenance in the form of flesh and blood, and while not undead are often afflicted by it. But are at double the speed of a human and equally the strength, only being matched by that of the Warborn, Orc,. Their claws seemingly bearing the weight and strength of hefty meteorite knives, the change itself is noted to be horrifying and these creatures cannot bare normal weapons, setting for long poles or something conducive to their height and weight. Nocturnal creatures seem to be at ease around these creatures, and depending on what they are, small or not, are oddly enough compelled to aid them akin to a hive mind. Though all damnations are not without their gifts, for those who become depraved, their mortality is stunted, weakened, so to speak. While not on par with the gods, these afflicted have sometimes reached eons in terms of age, outweighing those of the Legacy or Time-Linear; granted nigh-immortality of age. Unchangeable, their eyes simply turn a sanguine color or amber color past being infected, and are often an extreme in terms of skin complexion, as stated their curves or features are massively accentuated and are typically well set in terms of their physique. Their skin, while similar to it’s normal counterpart is twice as thick, and effectively leather in a sense. These creatures, if used to it, can bare armor, others choose not to. Appearance; More bestial in that they’re akin to a very thick boned werehound save for standing up on hind legs, and without fur; the muscle is heftily contorted be it male or female, and seem to contrast the bodily form of the host itself. Their eyes take on black irises, something of a hint that these things simply do not need sight anymore for their lust for blood is simply too great. Their claws so to speak take on darker pigmentation and resemble long, curved knives, however brittle are not able to parry blades, are commonly used for tearing into farm animals or human flesh. Male; Elven - 6’9 to 7’2 [Weight dependant on race.] Human - 6’5 to 7’ [Weight dependant on character] Female; Elven - 5’5 to 7’ [Weight dependant on race.] Human - 5’ to 6’9’ [Weight dependant on character] The transformation is not instant, the character feels and knows it’s coming by rather rapid stress incoming or the oncoming of a panic attack, throwing up is common prior to the change but at the very least, a person could run away from their compatriots. [OOC] Aside of this being something a person has to apply for, there cannot be more than three per cult following, one must either die or attempt to cure it via death or the afformentioned way of doing it. Not emoting these properly will result in a removal of the character from the list for a time. Cannot be damaged by conventional weaponry, to really any avail. Mere paper cuts as is done from steel, whereas Aurum or Divinely blessed weaponry is of greater suffice. DC to beat not transforming at sunset is 15. DC to revert is 17; must role above twice. DC to fight urges is 20; 15 to keep sanity. A mixture of many alchemical potions in the forms of nether-like materials implying that it were something from the Netherrealm that incurred this is able to cure the afflicted. Inspirations; Vampires in general. The Witcher. Some imagination. if ur gonna reee about the fact that 'muh striga' already exist I mean go ahead but we have all sorts of types of weird stuff this is also more or less for me to say I can also write and me wanting lt to not ignore my senseless attempts at their affection i'm also joking but this is decent idk

[uh it's dark so y'know read at your own risk who knows idk] The treachery of demons is nought in comparison to that of the betrayal of an angel. “I’ll be good, I swear it. I really truly do. I’ll be the best you’ve ever made or could ever hope for!” “Drawing out the essence of myself, that which still remained, the ichor of life and death, that which allowed me to persevere drained me and drained until I were a husk. Nothing of my former self existed, save for the self loathing and the damnable horrors that resided deep in my soul, just like this memory which you have unfortunately found. I had made pact with the Lord of Lords and the Divine of Hell. For there is no greater cost for love then a piece of ones soul.” Epilogue; Echoing moans throughout the chamber direct ones sight to a nigh-beating heart, rhythmic motions ebb and flow throughout it’s skin of skins; the rouge color a facsimile of that which resembled it’s innermost counterpart, a true organ which fuels Man. For one to pick up arms against it, guarantees the world a lesser evil dealt with, for if one were to spare it and put their blade in’st the scabbard; I say unto thee, you’ve allowed It to feel on it’s own- at the cost that it continues its sufferings.. In the reality of it, he never truly wanted to continue. He wanted to run away, or die, or something, that got him far enough away that would not allow him to feel anymore, something that would just remove him from existence. There were things though, powerful things, that allowed him to feel once more, akin to the positive of a battery, that which allows power to flow- Magicks, something that would.. Make him feel alive again, something that would .. start his soul anew, in a great manner. With such, a loud rasp; a blade exiting it’s scabbard, steel drawn in great length and sullies itself on the blood lecherous damnation; of a heart of melancholy existence, echoing moans throughout the antichamber are heard, a burning pale light emblazoned on those whom have committed vaticide: Trae’Esse, Vou’Alae’K’Eeli “You, slaughtered the life of a Soul.” -Enochian, First of Angels, XII. -= Part I =- The clink and clambering of one such being; the thorned rose as he was called, was a venemous stinger in everyones ass, so to speak. He didn’t mean to be, he just was. He was an inconvenience to everyone he touched, to everyone he loved. The reality was, and what people found most oft; was that he was a degenerate, a fool cloaked in black- as if he was truly any harm to people. Deep within those eyes of his were something to be hated, an annoying confidence which only shows to those who can seep deep into his soul. However, one thing, beyond his sickness, his hatred for himself, something was so powerful within him: A lust to care. A lust to love. Nay, he didn’t want money, or power, or sex, drugs, nay, he wanted love. He would do anything for it, he would destroy the world if it meant eternal love, eternal bliss and happiness. Except he wouldn’t. He is anathema to himself. “Did he ever..” “What?” “..die.” No, one could not say. Surely his .. human carapace still walks the earth, his soul is probably out there. But who knows to what state? His ..mind was nowhere near at full capacity last I saw him- which I suppose rises there- what was left? His regard for humanity was seeping to the pits, but he still ‘loved’ their existence, he knew that in the end, if they were happy, cared for, and loved, they may know salvation. He would be damned for hell, and that was okay, he loved them. He didn’t care the consequence. If he could go to hell for all of their souls to meet Heaven, he would. The state of the decay of his heart and soul were a rapid one, it took less than a decade, maybe an overshot; the loved ones he lost were his only support, for when something was wrong, he was always the cursed child, he knew not right and wrong, not yet. He learned with time, but the cycle always continued, it was always rotten. He was that cursed child no one wanted to deal with, people knew at one point he would be more of an inconvenience, sooner or later. They just didn’t want to think about him. At times they would kick him to the curb. In the Eve of Our Lord, he would’ve been reaved by distant relatives, at gunpoint with a stick of fire, the barrel pointed directly at his chest: Some will go to say this is exactly the point in time where stuff really got into his mind, others wager that it was other times, when he was stabbed by his first love, a razor blade shoved into his arm, and once more into his chest- violated their very soul, really. He never told anyone. He kept it a close guarded secret for so long, he never knew what love was. He didn’t care. He thought that love was keeping her safe, happy. Despite her nigh-literally stabbing him in the back. His faculties, the angel of healing- had no guard here. He had no healing. His heart had just tasted at tainted blood for the first time, lapping it’s wound- it continued without a second thought. Unfortunately, so did the Thorned Rose. (you're clear to reply if you want idc, vent writing)

Red is claimed. Blue is disputed as lots of freebuilds are there. Currently in dispute but the claim is relatively solid, inactive regions. Freebuild Nation known as 'Lothryc' smol but growing, yeah. ?

Role-play: Forthwith the pleasantries, a multitude of chances given to the folk of Fenn to unite under a proper banner, alas has been turned away. As more and more time passes, and people flock to a better cause for a better north under the pretense that the former leadership of Fenn has led to the greater disrespect of the entire race of mali'fenn, the nigh-genocide of their own people, and xenophobic tendencies to the rest of the world has been a considerably dangerous note to the rest of society, one that only hints at a dying nation, a dying people. Alas, the Enclave rests on the precipice of war against it's own people, for their safety and for the future of a united south. However, it is also in addendum that those who have joined under the banner of the Enclave have voiced their greivances, multiple denouncements against the other nations and petty kingdoms of the land, the Az'adar and Kal'arab were seen as naught but fake kings, according to the Crown of the Fenn. This unfortunately was not something that could be let go by the proud and righteous folk of the midlands. Thus now, the two colossal entities prepare for clash. CBs: Rebellion - Declared full independence from the borders of Fenn, has made multiple encampments, holdings, and beyond on the entire border lands of Fenn. Denouncement - The Dwarves of Az'adar and Kal'Arab were denounced by the Fenn, and thus joined under this banner for future reference, aswell as denouncing the greater belligerent of the Enclave as tactless snow elven bastardry- under First Preliator Vaelii Lothryc-Tundrak. Side A: The Coalition of the Lothryc Enclave, It's Assets, and Holdings. Side B: The Princedom of Fenn, It's Assets, and Nation. Proposed Date & Time: TBD- I'm aware that Aeldrin is away and this is to be decided by him and his people prior to this occurring (as it was supposed to be within the past two or so weeks, who knows.) Stalling out for weeks won't be taken as viable and raiding would likely just start occurring. Proposed Rules: AFK Allies/Inactive Members of other factions/nations are not permitted to join in the conflict on an OOC platform. Usage of Minimap should be banneable. In the event of war loss on the side of the aggressors, the Lothryc Enclave would literally cease to exist and be lost to time. Location: Discord: Lothryc (Raphael)#2014

"I'll do you a favor of chopping one log, for exactly .5 mina."

"Ten mina."

"That's unfortunate."

if this is too not!PG tell me and i'll remove @staff