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#AREA
Format 2
Name The Boneyard~
Author Cordir~
Lowlevel 25
Highlevel 50
Flags MANMADE NOVNUM End
Description
The Boneyard was once known as Brookside Memorial, a burial ground for the
richest of the rich, but the mysterious curse that was laid upon it has
stripped away any hint of its past glory and stateliness. More than one
adventurer has attempted to purify the grounds and failed, and what horrors
lurk there, none can say -- for no one who enters, ever leaves.
~
Revision $Revision$
Updated $Date$
End
#HELPS
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#MOBILES
#27300
Justin Wraith~
the wraith of Justin of Rowengard~
His eyes like windows to Hell, Justin of Rowengard wavers here.
~
Justin has the look of one who travels on his wits and survives by his
blade. With his brother Frederick, Justin has traveled all over the
Frontier - and this lifetime of adventure is seen clearly upon his person,
from the distinctively blue-gray mud of the Sava River caking his boots to
the feathered badge pinned to his hat that is surely the craftsmanship of
one from the Aerie. In life, Justin was an attractive, broad shouldered man
with a ready smile, long dark hair bound in a braid down his back, and wide
hands that were as skilled at gentle touch as they were causing mayhem.
~
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#27301
Fredrick wraith~
the wraith of Fredrick of Rowengard~
His eyes like windows to Hell, Fredrick of Rowengard wavers here.
~
When he still breathed, Fredrick was a plain but comfortable fellow, and
something about his honest face inspires trust. His armored brigandine is
in the style of the dwarves of Dhuvrad, but surely had to have been
custom-made specifically for him, perhaps as a gift for good deeds done.
Tall and broad shouldered from wielding twin longswords for years, Fredrick
had sandy brown hair and twinkling blue eyes, until the curse was laid and
he passed into this eternal twilight paused between life and death.
~
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#27302
kyle wraith~
the wraith of Kyle of Riverhold~
One of the famed Riverhold Quads, Kyle stands here frowning.
~
One of the famed Sereni Quadruplets of Riverhold, the man before you has
the tanned features and lithe, strong body of someone who spends much of
their time outdoors, in hard labors. His hands bear the callouses of
swordplay but his rolling gait is that of one who spends much time on the
water. An easy smile comes to his wide mouth and his brown eyes hold as
much humor at the jest of the world as it does awareness of its dangers.
~
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#27303
Lyle wraith~
the wraith of Lyle of Riverhold~
One of the famed Riverhold Quads, Lyle stands here pondering.
~
One of the famed Sereni Quadruplets of Riverhold, the man before you has
the tanned features and lithe, strong body of someone who spends much of
their time outdoors, in hard labors. His hands bear the callouses of
swordplay but his rolling gait is that of one who spends much time on the
water. A line is visible between his brows where he furrows them in
thought, making the brown of his eyes a dark and mysterious shadow.
~
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#27304
Jyle wraith~
the wraith of Jyle of Riverhold~
One of the famed Riverhold Quads, Jyle stands here juggling.
~
One of the famed Sereni Quadruplets of Riverhold, the man before you has
the tanned features and lithe, strong body of someone who spends much of
their time outdoors, in hard labors. His hands bear the callouses of
swordplay but his rolling gait is that of one who spends much time on the
water. He easily keeps aloft five brightly colored balls, his movements
deft. His brown eyes follow their movement, but also flicker about, keeping
watch on the surrounding area.
~
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#27305
Nyle wraith~
the wraith of Nyle of Riverhold~
One of the famed Riverhold Quads, Nyle stands here, bored.
~
One of the famed Sereni Quadruplets of Riverhold, the man before you has
the tanned features and lithe, strong body of someone who spends much of
their time outdoors, in hard labors. His hands bear the callouses of
swordplay but his rolling gait is that of one who spends much time on the
water. While aware of his state of undeath, Nyle is still every bit as
bored as he usually was in life.
~
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#27306
Myle Wraith~
the wraith of Myle of Riverhold~
One of the famed Riverhold Quads, Myle stands here yawning.
~
One of the famed Sereni Quadruplets of Riverhold, the man before you has
the tanned features and lithe, strong body of someone who spends much of
their time outdoors, in hard labors. His hands bear the callouses of
swordplay but his rolling gait is that of one who spends much time on the
water. His expression is bland and weary as he waits for something
interesting to happen.
~
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#27307
Delindel wraith elf form~
the wraith of Delindel~
A tall elf stands here, surroundings visible through his misty form.
~
Delindel along with his partners Anyril, Galandel, and Belaraviel were
hired to find the missing Riverhold Quadruplets when they did not return
from their assignment. Alas, the four friends were also caught up in the
horrific magic that binds the dead to a shameful mockery of life in this
place. Delindel is an individual of grace and elegance, and bears some of
the wickedest hazel eyes one can imagine.
~
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#27308
Anyril wraith elf~
the wraith of Anyril~
Twin swords whirling in a ghostly pattern, Anyril the wraith wavers here.
~
An elf, Anyril along with his partners Delindel, Galandel and Belaraviel,
was hired to find the missing Riverhold Quadruplets when they did not
return from their assignment. Alas, the four friends were also caught up in
the horrific magic that binds the dead to a shameful mockery of life in
this place. Anyril was the blade-man of the four, his twin swords
near-legendary among the elven folk.
~
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#27309
Galandel wraith elf~
the wraith of Galandel~
Kneeling in prayer, this elf begs that his torment will end.
~
A priest, Galandel, along with his partners, was hired to find the missing
Riverhold Quads when they did not return from their assignment. Alas, the
four friends were also caught up in the horrific magic that binds the dead
to a shameful mockery of life in this place. The god-touched of the four,
it was upon Galandel that the greatest test fell; knowing the best way to
dispel the miasma of evil that lays over the Boneyard. Alas, his faith
failed him at the moment of greatest testing, and he and his friends are
eternally damned.
~
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#27310
Belaraviel wraith elf figure woman form~
the wraith of Belaraviel~
The figure of an ancient elven woman shimmers before you in wraith form.
~
An elf of great power, Belaraviel and her three partners were hired to find
the missing Riverhold Quadruplets. Alas, the four friends were also caught
up in the horrific magic that binds the dead to a shameful mockery of life
in this place. Belaraviel was the eldest of the four, keeping the lads in
order, fed, rested, and only taking those jobs they were suited for. Her
snow-white hair is bound in a braided coronet, and her garb is soft and
flowing, like the breezes through the Weaver's garden.
~
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#27311
Herugrim wraith dwarf specter~
the wraith of Herugrim~
A stumpy, stout, spectral dwarf paces here, muttering.
~
Some internal torment wracks this spectral figure as he paces back and
forth. His posture is proud and strong, mirroring that of the Royal
Guard he aspired to join, but the anguished expression beneath his
bushy beard reveal a tender heart within the warrior's body. A bit of
finely crafted leather with gemstone accents, perhaps an arm-band made
by a promised love, is clutched in his hand, as if the sole reminder of
the life he has lost by falling to the curse.
~
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#27312
Budrik Garagsson wraith~
the wraith of Budrik Garagsson~
A dwarven wraith stands here inspecting the stonemasonry.
~
Budrik simply wanted to study the architecture of the Tallfolk. That's all.
He wasn't an adventurer out for gold or the thrill of it all. Just an
artist wanting to make his buildings better, taller, stronger. So he hired
Herugrim, whom everyone knew was a tough little dwarf, and off they went.
The Memorial Gardens were pretty famous, and what trouble could they find
in a cemetery, for Wyld's sake? ... Unfortunately, they both found more
trouble than they could handle. Cursed, they have remained here since that
fateful day.
~
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#27313
sshathia wraith elf sea-elf~
the wraith of S'shathia the sea-elf~
Praying for rain, this sea elf spirit longs for the ocean.
~
Heart-mate to T'ssarien, S'shathia sorrows at their deaths and binding to
this wretched place so far from the blessed refuge of the sea. Only with a
downpour of rain does she get some sense of home. If only she could feel
that cool, reviving wetness and smell the crispness and succulence of the
falling drops...
~
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#27314
T'ssarien wraith elf sea-elf~
the wraith of T'ssarien the sea-elf~
Longingly reaching for the waters forever denied her, T'ssarien weeps.
~
Few creatures of land have the grace of the sea-elves within their watery
home. Upon the earth, however, they lose some of that near-mystical
eloquence of movement. The sea-elf before you, however, is downright epic
in the longing and need that flows through her every movement and gesture.
Reaching for the water of the fountain, she weeps ghostly tears as she
longs for the safety and peace of her home in Crescent Moon Bay.
~
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#27315
Evyn groundskeeper corpse~
the shuffling corpse of Evyn the Groundskeeper~
The first to fall to the unholy enchantments, Evyn shuffles along.
~
Bound to this place for time and all eternity, Evyn whispers a prayer to
the Lady Who Cuts the Threads, that his will be severed from this place
once and for all. Wisps of white hair cling to his rotting pate, and his
garments, soiled with unmentionable things, nearly fall off his bones.
~
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#27316
vulture~
a giant, gluttonous vulture~
This vulture is so overwhelmingly fat, it is a wonder it can fly
~
You have never seen a vulture so enormous. Fattened on the constantly
regenerating flesh of those trapped in this unholy place, this stinking
scavenger can feast as it likes, as long as it likes. So it has - and in
its gorging, has grown to a truly horrific size.
~
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#27317
Matthew Salamir soul ~
the damned soul of Matthew Salamir~
Matthew Salamir rises from his unquiet rest and attacks in a rage.
~
These poor remains were once a knight, a knight turned away from the path
of truth and passion, turned to darkness and brooding. In retribution for
the corruption of his holy oath, Sir Matthew stands here, unable to pass to
the next life, trapped here, entombed.
~
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#27318
juan pablo salamir soul~
the damned soul of Juan Pablo Salamir~
Flicking his riding crop, Juan Pablo strides forward, muttering curses.
~
Tapping his ever-present whip against one boot-clad leg, Juan Pablo Salamir
looks down his nose at you. "SINNER!" he hisses, his eyes narrowing with
fanaticism. "Repulsive little rebellious child! We'll teach you the
straight and narrow path yet, we will, we will...."
~
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#27319
Miralin Salamir soul shade~
the damned soul of Miralin Salamir~
Cringing against the wall of her crypt, Miralin Salamir prays for mercy.
~
Miralin was once a renowned beauty, and poems were written of the creamy
expanse of her skin, the azure gems of her eyes, the lustrous golden waves
of her hair. All of her physical gifts were what drew her husband to her,
like a stalking wolf to a woodland bunny. Even as a shade, the darkening of
bruises are visible upon her skin, and her jewel-like eyes are haunted and
miserable. Her nails are broken, torn past the quick, in attempts to fend
off her attacker, and her lips move in a constant stream of prayers for
mercy and release.
~
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#27320
Carlosanti Salamir soul~
the damned soul of Carlosanti Salamir~
His eyes filled with painful promises, Carlosanti Salamir approaches you.
~
There is a wicked abandon in the eyes of Carlosanit Salamir - enough to
cause most maidens to cast aside thoughts of saving themselves for marriage
and instead giving their all to this seducer. But if one looks closer at
the curve of his lips, it is not seduction his mouth promises, but the
barbs of cruel mockery. His arms are well-formed, but very thin parallel
scars run all along them as if someone tore at the skin like a maddened,
tormented animal caught in a trap, vainly seeking to defend themselves. His
tall, strong frame is both comely and menacingly capable of overcoming the
struggles of those less powerful.
~
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#27321
Katthew Cuidillero soul~
the damned soul of Katthew Cuidillero~
Speculatively adding up your worth, Katthew sidles closer.
~
His pockets bulge with the gold and valuables he so greedily sought in
life, and long-dried blood forms a neat collar about his throat - cut by
those he cheated one too many times, trying to squeeze out one more coin's
worth of unholy, dishonest profit.
~
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#27322
Martin Cuidillero soul~
the damned soul of Martin Cuidillero~
Lord Martin Cuidillero eyes you suspiciously.
~
The wretched remains of Lord Martin looks back at you suspiciously,
staggering a bit. "You're trying to steal my wife, aren't you! Well, I will
not let you! Be off with you!" With that, he lunges forward, albeit
clumsily, raising his weapon. Alas, Lord Martin couldn't quite understand
the fact that death, for him, is an eternal twilight moment that never
ends. He is still convinced that he is alive, and that the sepulcher that
encloses his remains is the grand home he once shared with his favorite
possession, the Lady Catarina.
~
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Catarina Cuidillero soul~
the damned soul of Catarina Cuidillero~
Eyes closed, yet body carefully upright, Catarina waits for true death.
~
Her spectral eyes closed, a carefully crafted expression of inoffensive
blandness upon her lovely face, Catarina keeps herself composed and silent
as a statue. When she is thus, her husband by arranged marriage sometimes
forgets to vent his spleen upon her. While no bruises flower upon her
delicate skin, Catarina is proof that some mortal wounds are entirely of
the heart and soul. A simple locket around her throat bears the family seal
of a modest mercantile family out of Rowen Docks. The lavishness of her
clothing is a stark contrast that hints the family patriarch sold her to
the Cuidilleros as a bride to increase their own standing and fortunes.
~
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Vaedry Cuidillero soul figure man~
the damned soul of Vaedry Cuidillero~
The still figure of a man lies upon the bier, unmoving.
~
Vaedry, once a respected sorcerer, is quite aware of the binding upon his
soul. He has tested the spell many, many times, to no avail. The only
momentary surcease is that short span of hours between his death at the
hands of adventurers, and the hour of midnight, when the spell is
reactivated and he rises again, spirit bound to rotting flesh.
~
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Cobryn Cuidillero soul~
the damned soul of Cobryn Cuidillero~
Fingers flicking as if shuffling cards, Cobryn plays solitaire.
~
Of course, there are no cards. They rotted decades ago. But Cobryn doesn't
care. The game is all in his mind at this point. It allows him some tiny
focus to keep from going stark raving mad at his eternal torment. But then,
who is to say he isn't mad already?
~
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Gregori Ventani soul corpse~
the damned soul of Gregori Ventani~
The foul, rotting corpse of Gregory Ventani staggers here.
~
Dark eyes meet yours with a knowing wink, and the expression upon the
rotted face before you smirks of a self-image and ego stronger than most.
But then, he was THE Gregory Ventani... and was not inclined to let anyone
ever forget it! (Of course, he was the only person in history to be slain
by a poisonous weasel dropped down his trousers, so one takes their claims
to fame where they can find them...)
~
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Brandon Ventani zombie~
the zombie of Brandon Ventani~
The fearsome zombie of Sir Brandon stands here.
~
In life, he was probably handsome, deft, and intelligent. But Death does
not allow those in Her grasp to retain such gifts. She has simply left him
hate - hate for all that lives. Her only other gift is a cunning and skill
at mayhem that even She could not quench or calm. Brandon Ventani was one
of the most famous of all duelists at one point. His services on behalf of
a slighted nobleman fetched prices of well over fifty thousand gold. And a
mere trifle of an adventurer such as you? Barely worth bothering with.
~
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Candido Ventani soul sailor~
the damned soul of Candido Ventani~
His movements revealing him as the sailor he is, Candido moves closer.
~
It is an accident that Candido Ventani was buried here. His wishes were
quite explicit: Burial within the loving arms of the sea he traveled most
of his adult life. But he died, not in service on a ship, but in a filthy
hostel, coughing up blood from a disease given to him by a waterfront
whore. His shipmates were not by him to speed him to the Lord of the Sea's
gracious halls... instead, his rotting remains were sent home to the family
plot, just in time for the curse to be laid.
~
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Therese Ventani soul shrew~
the damned soul of Therese Ventani~
Therese Ventani was a shrew in life. Death has just made it worse.
~
Her sharp, narrow features are curved in a perpetual expression of loathing
and spite. An old maid who died unloved and alone, Therese Ventani was not
mourned by anyone. No one save the groundskeeper witnessed her body's final
sleep within the mausoleum. Now that she has visitors, at last there is a
target for her vitriol.
~
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Gwimyr Ventani soul remains~
the damned soul of Gwimyr Ventani~
With a leer, the remains of Gwimyr Ventani shuffle forward.
~
Oh, he was such a ladies man - just ask him. Of course, the women loathed
and despised his crude comments, the lustful grabbings and gropings down
bodices and up skirts. They hated the way his eyes gloated of the perverse
debaucheries he would enjoy forcing upon them. They all whispered and hoped
for the day he would die for the way he would take them, hurt them, beat
them. Somewhere, those women are rejoicing that their prayers were
answered.
~
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Perrion Ventani soul~
the damned soul of Perrion Ventani~
Graceful hands outstretched, Perrion Ventani shuffles forward.
~
The virtuoso skill of Perrion Ventani was renowned. He played for the
pleasure of mighty lords, ladies, kings.. even the Patroness of Bards, if
the rumors be true. In some ways, Perrion did not play music - he became
music, his entire being transformed by the beauty of the sounds that flowed
forth through his hands. Here, the only music is that of the wind in the
trees, or the cries of the damned.
~
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Noshan Tirenas soul~
the damned soul of Noshan Tirenas~
With a cold sneer, Noshan Tirenas expresses his hate for all life.
~
Not an attractive man in life, Death has been even more unkind to Noshan
Tirenas. Still garbed in his finest doeskin trousers and velvet coat, his
flesh bears the unkind marks of his brutal death at the claws and teeth of
his usually obedient - if a bit enthusiastic - hunting dogs, Syrek and
Mylo.
~
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Stilton Tirenas soul~
the damned soul of Stilton Tirenas~
Stilton curses you for disturbing his rest.
~
This fellow has definitely seen better days. His eyes are empty, staring
sockets, plucked clean by the demonic raven that was his only companion.
Strange sigils still cover his clothing, tokens of the vast power he so
desperately sought to make others aware of, but never truly mastered.
~
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Kerowyn Tirenas soul~
the damned soul of Kerowyn Tirenas~
Dropping into a low curtsy, Kerowyn murmurs, "Forgive me, please."
~
Her once-elegant court gown floating about her in ragged tatters, Kerowyn
is the epitome of suffering. Once the most gentle of creatures, so much so
that she would not harm a wasp that stung her, she has been forced by the
curse laid upon this place to become a creature of death and violence.
~
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Galida Tirenas soul~
the damned soul of Galida Tirenas~
"Want company?" leers Galida Tirenas, toying with her rotting hair.
~
Truth be told, Galida was one step up from a strumpet. She enjoyed men.
Lots of men. Any kind of men. Noble, ruffian, merchant, thief, human,
dwarven, elven, ogre... it simply didn't matter, so long as they could
perform. Death has been remarkably unkind to this woman, leaving her only
the memories of her conquests.
~
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Yssala Tirenas soul~
the damned soul of Yssala Tirenas~
Her lips moving soundlessly in prayer, Yssala Tirenas ignores you.
~
Yssala was a member of the clergy, giving her worship to the Goddess of
Dreams, Tamar. Due to the demands of her family, she was buried here at her
death, and not at the nunnery where she spent most of her adult life. Ever
since the spell was laid upon the Boneyard, Yssala has prayed to Tamar that
she be released from this Hell.
~
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Meoran Tirenas soul~
the damned soul of Meoran Tirenas~
Eyes empty of all but hate, Meoran Tirenas shambles forward.
~
Tired. This man is tired of an endless lifetime of murderous rages and the
inescapable nature of his curse. Any mortal who strays within his grasp
will find themselves the target of his weary hatred.
~
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Berelain Von Harovich corpse~
Berelain Von Harovich~
The rotting corpse of Berelain Von Harovitch staggers to his feet.
~
His long, flowing locks are tangled with roots and other things that crawl
unpleasantly, making your stomach churn. The third son of Familia Von
Harovitch, Berelain once sought to follow his vocation and join the
priesthood. Alas, Death Herself has refused to accept him, and perhaps
only the gods' blessings can save you from his horrific need, desire, and
lust to harm you.
~
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Seros Von Harovich remains~
Seros Von Harovich~
The decrepit remains of Seros Von Harovitch stand here.
~
Dressed in the tatters of the noble's garb he was entombed in, Seros stands
here, his eyes the hollow stare of the haunted, the damned, those whom
Death refuses Her embrace. His family, they say, was cursed: for what
reason, for what hidden sin, no one knows.
~
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mikhail von harovich~
Mikhail Von Harovich~
Mikhail Von Harovitch stands before you, slowly rotting.
~
The second son of Familia Von Harovitch, Mikhail was a gentleman of dashing
good looks and refinement. The flash of humor in his once-sensual
storm-blue eyes would turn the head of the hardest-hearted lady, and the
simple elegance of his slightest gesture could cause even the most
indifferent woman to notice this beautiful young courtier. But alas, that
was in life. In death, Mikhail is something out of nightmare, out of the
dreams that make us fear the setting of the sun and the blanket of sleep.
~
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Brendan Von Harovich corpse~
Brendan Von Harovich~
The rotting corpse of Brendan Von Harovitch stands here.
~
Brendan was the baby of the family until whatever it was that happened, be
it curse, magic, or the wrath of the Gods, happened. Now, like his
brothers entombed here, Brendan is immortal - slay him, and he will rise
again, and again, and again.
~
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Elizabeth Von Harovich woman~
Elizabeth Von Harovich~
Perching on the lid of her coffin, this woman looks you over.
~
Perhaps it was an unholy pact with equally unholy powers or darkest
sorcery, but the undead creature before you retains all of the beauty that
her mortal form held and none of the usual terror of the Kindred - which
she most certainly is. Dark chestnut hair cascades down to the middle of
her back, save one lock, which she twirls around her finger in a playful
gesture. Brilliant and luminous as sapphires, her eyes are not nearly so
cold or hard, as they peruse you with keen attention. Her voice is low and
husky, as she smiles teasingly, barely flashing ivory fangs, and invites,
"Stay with me a while?"
~
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rodent rat~
a horrifyingly large rodent~
Fangs bared, eyes aglow, this horrifying large rodent attacks!
~
With a wide, squat body and pink paws that look more like clawed hands,
this horrifyingly large rodent has grown corpulent on the decaying flesh of
the cursed creatures that dwell in the Boneyard.
~
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vulture~
a rapacious vulture~
Hooked beak stained with gore, this vulture looks for its next meal.
~
Rapacious and foully stained with gore, this vulture has found Nirvana here
in the Boneyard - a truly unceasing supply of rotting meat on which to
feast.
~
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vulture~
a sated vulture~
Full to bursting with rotted flesh, this vulture is sated. For now.
~
Barely able to waddle about and far too heavy to fly, this vulture has been
feasting all day on the flesh of those who are imprisoned here in the
Boneyard. Its belly is heavy and distended, and a repulsive stench clings
to its stained wings.
~
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vulture~
an insatiable vulture~
Eyes wild with insatiable hunger, a vulture seeks a meal.
~
Hissing loudly, wings mantling, this vulture is hungry.
~
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raven~
a greedy raven~
An unlimited food supply has caused this raven to grow to a horrible size.
~
Ravens are creatures of opportunity, perfectly happy to devour carrion,
should it be readily available. An unlimited food supply here in the
Boneyard has allowed this raven to eat, and eat, and eat - and grow, and
grow, and grow. Its wingspan equals that of a condor.
~
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Storivad Von Harovich vampire~
Storivad Von Harovich~
The crimson eyes of a vampire meet and hold your gaze.
~
In Storivad, the pale and deadly beauty of the Kindred is without equal. A
predator's gleam illuminates his sapphire-bright eyes and a smirk curls up
one side of his sensual mouth, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of fangs. A
warrior's braid holds his long hair back from his face, letting the boldly
angular artistry of his face stand out clearly and starkly. His shoulders,
broad and strong, add to his sense of presence, contrasting narrow hips. A
languid gesture of his hand indicates you should come closer.
~
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revenant creature~
a decaying revenant~
The will of a vampire has raised this creature from the dead.
~
Rot liquefies the flesh of the undead creature before you. Not granted the
grace of Kindred rebirth, this monstrosity is a revenant - dead flesh given
animation and malice. It stands guard here over the resting place of its
creator.
~
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human servant~
a blood-bound human servant~
Bound to its master, this human servant will defend him at all costs!
~
With a noble bearing and a firm confidence, a young man stands before you.
His skin is pale, not from undeath, but rather blood loss, having recently
provided sustenance for his Master. Bound by blood to the one who sleeps
beyond the portal, he is willing to die before allowing you to pass.
~
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were-rat rat~
an enormous were-rat~
Red eyes gleaming, an enormous grayish were-rat stands guard.
~
Called by the irresistible power of the Master of this house, this were-rat
cannot disobey the commands he has been given. Held in thrall by a
vampire's will, he serves with slavish devotion. Scars mark his gray furred
body, revealing a brutal, violent past.
~
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were-rat rat leader~
a were-rat leader~
Once a leader, this heavyset brown were-rat is enslaved to Storivad's will.
~
Before the irresistible Call of the vampire Storivad pulled him from his
under-city lair, this tough were-rat was once the leader of a pack. Now, he
grudgingly serves another. A snarl curls his lips up from his fangs as he
fights the command that binds him to serve.
~
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ghost high priest~
the ghost of a high priest~
Architecture is visible through the intangible form of this ghost.
~
High priest to a god that even time has forgotten, this man bound his soul
in service for eternity. His bones long since faded to dust, his sense of
self stripped away by the centuries, he remains. All that is left of him is
the devoted worship he pledged.
~
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worshiper ghost~
the ghost of a worshiper~
Fading into nothingness, this ghost is ancient.