Andrea_chitaro

• History Of chitaro

  Chitaro was born unto the kindred king of the dark High elves by a shaman priestess of bastet. The offspring was an elven shamanistic shifter . She was raised by the elders of the elves and as young as she was she dedicated her life to her arts and begame the elven shaman of her people, taking no mate. Upon her secound vision question she was taken to the war and she witnessed the unspeakable acts that her people were not yet ready or indepth enough in the arts to be able to fight. It was set upon
  her the task of protecting her people from their own demise, in such she was taken in by the elders of the vampiric bloodlined and rasied to be the perfect assassin in a broodwing designated for only the top of blood and the most elite. In such she excelled quicker then most of her broodmates and brothers becuae of her heritage. The elders upon resting she projected the form of a vampire to fit in and was purely accepted as one of them. Her life became wed to her practice and to the blade as she excelled through the ranks. The house she was accepted into was under the duty of protecting the king himself and taking on his person requests of his "dirty work", the Ebon Nyctenflam. A house of shadow lords and
  necromantic practioners loyal only to the throne for it's purposes. She grew in rank and was titled the justicar of ebon nyctenflam .(dead lands mark on the sire of her neck) During this time she had become linked and bonded with her brethren and they swore an oath to be sword sworn and companions for eternity making them closer then family. Durign the first dead lands war, since the dead lands try to assimulate anyone who enters it, she had survived and was given the gift of shadow fire as the dead lands guardian do to her first transformation of sorts. During this period of time many of her brethren had gone mad or were consumed by the lands themselves to fight this war eternally. Upon the other side the times of kings had passed and the houses had split.
  When they returned from the war, they were all on the move from palce to place as assassins and rogues struggling through the wars of the land and tryign to find thier palce of sanctuary. They ahd needed a leader to follow and with a unanimious vote not including her they all turned to her and named her thier leader. Though she still seen them all as brothers and sisters at arms despite thier beliefs. The searched for this place of sanctuary until the reached the final slaughtering grounds and at this point they woudl retreat no further, they were born , raisedm trained, wed to the blade and programmed to be assassins. Where ever so more suiting of a place then ritual war and slaughter grounds to make thier home.
  At first they mearly set up a small tavern having learned to grow black roses mainly becuase the rose itself was spliced with dna of an animal so it in itself had a circulatory system produced blood and held a deadly neurotoxin in the plant itself concentrated in it's thorns. From this they learned to brew blackrose blood wyne that could sate the thirst for blood with out leaving any evidence of thier presence through the lands as they traveled. In such they began to sell this product and many others creating a tavern for the night kin of all types. In such this slowly developedinto a tavern in and later a sanctuary for all night kin as they progressed through thier lives. Each new year she built onto the training grounds, created the lake from ethreal essence and made this place a home. Slowly she began to develope a link to the land and to the tavern as well as her people. During this time the house of Delarose under christof tried to take her as a mate becuase she held no loyalty under one house, soon there after they approached killing him and adding to thier ranks of the elite warriors. Other houses such as Sepheroth, the house of bathory, the house of panther, the house of silverwolf and later the Cat lords and many more began to take a fancy to her offering her free passage, among this list she was offered sanctuary and protection seen as the little sister of many of thsoe in the power of these
  houses. There were many squabbles among the houses under thier unity each tryign to claim her as thier own adn as each house fell it added to her ranks of the elite. She fought many battles and many wars on this plain of existance to protect her brethren as thier bonds deepend. Eventully the house of sauron , cecil and such met with her and proformed the rite of sanctum as a gift for her service, locking away the evil of the land with in a supposedly eternal sleep with wards and containment spells to seal it's fate.(formed the blackrose Santurary) Slowly as her ranks and numbers grew she began to call them blackroses and officially in the court of the triad formally established the house of blackrose among it's ranks and numbers forever etched intot he book of history itself. The tavern itself began to awaken as she bonded to it in a sence of home, with it's own memories of the people with in it and it's love for life, it lived to protect it's family like an ever watchful guardian. Chitaro in her early stages of evolution began to create the perfect servitor from the essence of the dead lands and shadow fire in such and in her weakness at this moment she gave it free will, her naga called corba. Corba would become her sister through time sharing in her depth of pain and twisted by the cruel fate of reality to the point of taint until she broke the pact between bathory and blackrose and led a slaughter upon the few roses that had been left to stand guard in the keep until the return of chitaro and her hunting party from the dead lands war.
  
  Upon her return she foudn the house had gone mad, the walls were painted with blood andblood cascading down the black marble steps of her home before it pooled and descend to the next step. the hosue itself began to lin with her emotions and feed from her instincts themselves. she then took a hand ful of roses to bathory and with help of fistodantilis managed to eriht add them to her ranks or sluaghter them as a whole. From here the house of catlords took her on as a lady of the house and thier lord swampcat attemtped to court her with no avial until sghe took her leave to the dead lands for the secound
  coming as it had began to spill over in to themiddle earth. After spending many years with in this place of war she returned baring the mark of rank havign added another tatto to her flesh .Beneath her armor various markings of rank among not only the bastet but other kin as well had forged themselves into a piece of art covering her from the collarbone to her belt line. Almost as if it were a battle scene carefully depicted on all sides from the begining of life to thHer wings seem to mold themselves down her back before mealting into her flesh revealing a whole new set of artwork, one of skill mastery ,her silvery skin was seen between the marks as if she still had room for evolution.e end. The only ink visbale becuase of lacking of any other open skin was the dead lands mark and the ink upon the back of her neck.The war of times had been etched upon her with each new mark everytime she had reached a new level in it, the intricacy of each meshed with the last and the next seemed to make her flesh a living piece of art. The silver flame and the dead lands mark of rank was instilled with her and she almost didnt survive the secound transformation of her soul itself. Her necromantic side and her living panther side had to be evenly balanced for the body to work and with the lack of feeding and the lack of proper links her shadow fire rejected the dominance of the silver fire as threat and poison to her energy body and soul. The house had voted becuase of her refusal to take a amte and voted radian the most apt to provide for her needs. He had long been weapons master ofblackrose for many centuries and battle lord on
  the fields.thier history of being raised as broodmates, thier connection forged by the elder council with otu thier knowledge and the need to compete for top of breed in the dominant position, they grew close to one another and each time he took a lover she kileld them out of spite and he enjoyed it. when they wee finally together in his prolonged absence for rose she was left in a state of turmoil, her house and life turned upside odwn and her entire world in pieces.
  She began a third campaign to the dead lands as her companiosn of the rose slowly began to return unto her being called back. She could not handle this life as it was, she never wanted the poition or rank, she had ony wanted to be a simple assassin with her brothers and sisters, but after all these years they had expectations ofher as lady of the hosue, each one only seeing what they eneded in her instead of her and slowly through the years each death either fro the wars or from the old age itself and many of them laid to rest in the blackrose cemetary had slowly eaten away at her until she was nothing. Between taking on a new childe aiden the light of her life and her having to kill and rez garec to protect
  him she was dead inside untill the coming of rastilla. He not only had set her free but has accepted her as she was, for who she was.With the REserection of the reserection of the lightening tower, the gateway between all the realms of reality where they are all meshed in the same time at the same place, Each fo the feral keeps for the gods and goddesses of the chosen animal to call came forth to claim thier keep. Rastilla in the end was taken by his own Sword that trapped souls when he was slain by the God of his wolf. The GReat war befell the tainted sancturary and the black rose tavern was instilled in
  the keeping of a pure silver box, living and intact as the remaining few sought for a new place to begin. Most of the blackroses scattered to the 4 winds, vowing once again to establish thier home once a suitable was found once again.

• Description/full intro

  ~A sleek female looking No more then 21 glides down the master balcony steps to the Main balcony for a moment before she leaps up on the railing extremely feline like perched for just a moment as every muscle in her body individually folding into itself and she stepps off the railing itself seemign to plunge towards the ground in a straight almost purely feline line. As her boots reach the floor each muscle in itself seems to react until she lands crouched, leaving no sound from her landing to be heard. gracefully she unfolds preditorially like the petals of a flower as she glides to her feet as if the air itself has lifted her, the soft click of her midnight blue almost black Naga Hide combat boots almost silent on the floor, skin tight as if a apart of herflesh themselves. The boots themselves his had several blades in and of themselves. The Midnight Blue Naga hide skin tight pants over her legslike a secound skin, with a jade dagger strapped to the outside of her leg thigh and an obsidian one strapped to the out side of her right one. A Pair of elegantly carved silver blades rested down the back of each calf. Her deep crimson almost black Naga Hide skin tight body armor seems to melt into her skin giving her a sleek design that seems to accent her muscles individually and move as she does like a secound layer of skin. It came down in the front With a deep V neck and it's rigid collar stood back from her neck abit revelaing The A glimmer almost of a wet sheen can be easily seen on the side of her neck baring the dead lands mark of rank. A Sliver Flame bleeding clolours Silver, midnight blue Jade and black at the center.In ancient elegant script read ~Justus Et Puis~In crimson lettering that glimmered eternally as if in fresh blood from one side of the back of her neck to the other.Beneath it One can see what looks like an exstencive art piece in her of a Black panther in still locked combat with an ethreal being before the rest slips beneath her armor A Clear Silver Vial Rests in the in the peak of the V with the insignia of the lady batet intertwined with the blackrose insignia contained with in as if a midnight blue fire against her skin.A 2nd Vial the Size of a thumb in a tear Drop shape is a Deep burning Crimson against her pallid skin, attached to the same razor thin silver chain as the other. A pair of crossed swords behind a bleeding blackrose and a black pheonix before it wings spread as if all encompassing was carverd into it catchign the light as it itself were alive is elegently carved into her chest piece in midnigth blue. A pair of Black leather Archer gloves started at a point just behind her wrist and flowed up her skin covering only the back of the wrist before metting just behind her middle finger and right finger, the leather itself exstended only around those two fingers themselves and her thumb on each hand and covered her palms with her personal insignia of a blackpanther melting into shadows upon them. Her forearms were covered with black leather kevlar mesh holding throwing stars on the back in a flat like with two small blades down each side of it, upon theinside edge of each was a set of three comparmentally loaded short blades with her personal insignia of a black panther being consumed by shadows upon them, so that as she palmed one the next one slid down ready for use.An elven tribal design can be noted through the mesh that seems to run down her entire arm in a woven pattern. Down her spine was a blue-black glinting Naga hide shealth that seemed to melt into the crimson naga hide instead of laying atop of it, holding two swords with in it. The taller one had the silmple circular hilt carved into that of the a Midnight blue glinting flame that was intertwined with that of A panther melting intot he shadows. The other was a similar circular hilt carved into that of intertwined rose vines with thorns and a family crest unknown to any other but a blackrose as the Ebon Nyctenflam. She glides with an unnatural grace as water over rocks as if the floor itself moves beneath her feet or is if this reality has no bounds upon her with a purely preidtorial demeaner. She moves more feline then anything as if she has muscles in places that arent humanly possible.
  Her muscles themself individually move together accenting her movements as if they were all mearly one single fluid motion. Her pupils themselves are feline slits that seem to absorb the light capturing it hostage in the deep misnight blue radiating flames with in them, holding a purely dangerious glint . Her Deep silver skin gleams with a blue-black luminosity and is covered with a subtle black shimmer of fur. The air about her is ignighted with a dark promise, the hint of raw power with something more beneath the surface of her preditorialness. Her hair is Short from her ears back ending in a point as it is spiked backwards almost as if panther fur with a Blue Black that captures the light instead of reflecting it While the front traces the edges of her narrow elven face hanging down to her chin.Six Black chainmail rings are pierced through the flesh of the tops of each of her elven ears and down the sides of them. Her opera style leather jacket that is skin tight at the top and flow around her legs as if it has a life of it's own, it's collar in an arc around her neck just below her ears.~ ~(If Her opera Coat is off you can Note Her black feathered Wings that are covered by Wet Black seamless Armor.The Tatoo of the panther in still locked combat with the Ethreal being at the top of her back finishes to have thier Tails intertwined as lovers. Her Silvery skin has Faint TRaces of snaking red scars that almost look like fresh wounds along her back, hands(covered by archer gloves) and the rest is hidden by the Naga armor.(Made from Corba when she killed her for the betrayal.)
  
  As she glides with an unnatural grace as if flowing accross the floor A simple Sheer Blue Black shadow fastend by a simple blackrose flows about her shoudlers down to the backs of her knees with a life of it's own. She weaves her way naturally among the tavern 's many tables to the bar, her feline hand with claws partially exstended sweeps to the bar and Lightly clutches a simple black bottle with a silver label and Blood red lettering in old script reading "~Blackrose Blood Wyne~" between her pinky and her thumb before she lifts three Black sheer crystal Wine glasses with rose vines intertwined in a
  pattern of glimmer glass as the stems with her other tree fingers almost delicately. In her free hand she hold an already seemingly neverending clove cigarrette, it's black paper seeming to accent her silver skin as silver elven writing seems to trace itself slowly around the filter. She pauses for amoment taking stock of the room, before flowing to her Personal Black marble table Covered with Midnight blue silk instead of the normal crimson. Her eyes glide to rastilla's ghost with a smile for amoment. A night of nights and a careful watcher for all eternity she says to herself as she sighs.
  The Jade candle itself upon the table held mearly inside an hour glass of skelital hands dancing with
  an almost silvery black mist for a flame. Upon the outside of the clear etched glass is a black rose with it's stem in a silver vial, the vial is villed itself with blood and seems to flow as if the rose was alive itself with in the glass. She spills the contents of her hands like water from a fountain to the table as they land naturally arranged in a pattern with a single clove similar to hers with different elven writing upon the filter resting upon the transparent ebony base. The glasses seem to fill themselves as she seems to flow into her chair simple ebony wood chair with the insignia of
  blackrose upon it is already slid out as if mearly awaiting her. Her midnight blue eyes caste one more contemplating glace over the room before a simple scroll, silver and crimson feathered ink quill and a small containor of what looks like rose blood seems to solidfy from a misty shape upon the table beside her as if being mearly hidden from view. Her hand doesnt reach the quil but it begins to write of it's own accord upon the old parchement, accasionally dipping itself into the seemingly never ended Rose blood ink. The letters upon the paper themselves are of her specifc personally created language only recognised as pictures. Slowly the piece of art work begins to take form as a drawing from the
  seemingly letters themselves as if always in fresh blood. Her eyes themselves never really seem to focus upon anything in particular.Occasionally her hand drifts in this process the bring the clove to her crimson lips with her fangs on either side of itglinting in the light, before she takes a slow drag. Her hand drifts back to the table as if forgotten as she lets the smoke travel from her lips with slow inhale to her nose.Her eyes Trace over the patrons carefully, feeling a slight stirr in the air about her as they rest upon the patrons but a moment lingering.Her eyes twitch a moment as if trying to find a specific sound with the soft sound of silver on silver heard as they adjust. Her ears seem to prick up but a moment at the changing sounds as she listends to familar sounds of this old place. So much
  in the years have changed, but at the same time nothing at all. A tension not seen before seems to drain from her almost perched pose in the chair. Her almost delicate hand Drifting to the thin glass filled with Wyne in a light sweep as the glint in her eyes shifts from the fire place barely glacing over the new occupant.A smile dangeroiusly traces her lips, that of a killer as her fangs glint against her lower lip. No longer concealing her nature as she did before, no longer caring if she uunnerved anyone or was held in fear. The feline inside of her was behind her eyes looking out released from it's cage, it was within her skin, within her scent and she was as much that cat as she was the shadows. The shadows themselves carress her skin like an old lover as if she is as much in them as she is out of them, seeming to accent this darkness about her, her features themselves more vibrant. That dangerious smile
  traces her eyes feeding the flame with a dark glint of the pure preditor.Her movements themselves seemed purposefully slow with a grace that surpassed elagance. Tonight she was just plain alluring like the flame itself to draw the moths to it before it singed there wings. It seemed to promise paradice with in the grasp of those who dared to prick themselves upon the thorns. It seemed to promise something much more of a dark nature, almost as if her eyes themselves carressed his soul. she knew she could touch things more intimate then skin itself. Skin was another armor, it was no longer enough, she
  had evolved past it, to somethign more. The world of tangible things was an illusion to her, she felt the world beneath it , one of liquid instead of solid, hot instead of warm. She felt the blood beneath the surface of reality and she loved it,she felt it's rythms its shifts like the nectar in the viens of life. From the shadows themselves she seems to draw a single blackrose from it's misty forms as if mearly breathing it into life, it's Greenish black stem wrapped in midnight blue ethreal
  silk to contain the nuetrotoxin from seeping out or pricking the hands of any who would partake of it''s holding, the black silken petals with a single crimson streak upon each center themselves were covered by a silvery sheen to contained the nuerotoxin in itself. A single silver transparent vial shimmering an icy blue and cold to the touch rests upon the table before her upright the silver tiny top connected to a razor thin silver necklace rests upon the table before her upright. Carefully and with a
  delicate touch she places the blackrose stem suspended with in the vial itself and slowly the life blood of it's own accord begins to drip slowly filling the vial itself to meet the bottom of the stem, before it seemed to cease it's flow. The crimson blood in the vial itself holds a sweet nectar scent like that of richness and fullness offspring. before it seems to circulate as if the rose had of it's own accord established a new circulatory system.Her eyes themsleves never seem to leave the process as if repotting a plant and hold such a focused concetration the feline slits of her eyes are but thin lines. As the process has completed the slow smile of appriciation crosses her lips as if it were mearly the simple pleasuresin life's accord that held meaning.

• Talents Skills Abilities

  Necromantic
  
  Soul Calling - The ability to summon and control spirits of the dead lands for information or use.
  Soul Holding - The ability to separate the soul from a living being and Pull it from the eyes into a prepared vessel or return it.
  Rift Calling - The ability to Create a space with in the null void that is a rift in time and space to the deadlands.
  Ebon Nyctenflam (shadow Fire)- A Defensive fire that Consumes anything in the material realm that it comes in contact with feeding from it as if a piece of the Deadlands itself has cross over with her.
  Null Void Barrier- Barrier Formed in a 10 foot by 10 foot radius allowing nothing to enter or exit even oxygen. This prevents any creature with in it from drawing the Quintessence, elemental energies or anything not Present in thier blood or body. Temporarily blocks all magic from being manifested resulting in hand to hand combat alone.
  
  Blood Ritual:
  
  Transmutation-This allows for the absorption and assimilation of others Talents skills and abilities thru the consummation of blood.
  Blood Calling- Thru blood sharing allows for the blackrose members to link and Share Talents, skills and abilities the others posses.
  Rite of Sanctum- Allows for a Living Sanctuary to be created that is Self defensive and stores the events like a memory that have occurred with in it's sanctioned lands.
  Katas- The summoning of ancient goddessess/Gods and thier places of power which can be tapped into for use as well as tap into the natural energy flow of the area around her thru ritual.

Kandriena

• History

  Kandriena is the the Panther form of Chitaro, the inner feral of Jade eyes as a separate divided entity from the undead side of Chitaro. Under the Goddess Bastet, the keeper of Felines and the protector as well as the seducer. This is the living aspect of Chitaro and the Raw preditorial Feral aspect. While the Ebon Nyctenflam or the shadow fire and Shadow alliance wages War with the panther, both are intricately balanced pieces that work together. The roaring undertow of all that is tied to the land and what it means to be alive below the icy Surface of the Cold logic. Kandriena though more cautious by nature is the driving force that leads Chitaro thru her many trials to find the equilibrium between the inner chaos of shadows and the Nature Order of the universe. Often hidden after Chitaro's establishment as Wed to blade, the panther seeks the basic needs of every living being creating a unique inner conflict. The Shamanistic side tied to the natural aspect waring with the necromantic holdings. Kandriena though the seemingly more docile and submissive form, is the essence of elemental abilities. This unique combination allows for the creation of a null void Barrier.

• Intro

  A Petite almost lithe Black Panther that is well muscled seems to emerge from the shadows. It's Well muscled body is on a Frame of fur of bones seeming almost mal-nutritioned. Seaming somewhere between a cub and little older from lack of development of prominent bone structures. Her thin almost delicate ears are decorated with 6 silver small rings from the point and going down the back side of them. Her Jade Feline eyes seem to absorb the light completely as if drinking in, the pupils lined with silver streaks and Midnight Blue Radiating Star patterns. Her fur has a Black sheen to it as if it was wet, but has that kitten fur stage still that lays back in a soft almost silken texture. Her paws seem well fit to her form though as if she has grown into them though as delicate looking as the rest of her. The small Form Pads up to the Tavern door, hooking a paw of extended claws under the bottom and jostling the Door until it opens.Her thin muzzle nudges open the door a few inches as she lays low peering in, her eyes soaking in the room a moment before she edges her way in staying low to the ground. Her ears are folded back almost skittishly to her head as her eyes scan the room. Her head low as she pads a few steps from the door, skittering back against it at the scuffle of feet closing it. Her thin tail Twitches back and forth slowly as it curls at the tip. Her ears perk up twitching to pick up the sounds of the room with soft sound of silver on silver. The silver pallid skin beneath the thick fur only visable on the inside of her ears as they perk up, rotating to soak in the sounds of the room. Almost as if Expecting Danger she pads low to the ground towards the fireplace. Her muscles seem to ripple in a water flowing over rocks patterns gracefully as she weaves thru the scurry of feet and the tavern's tables towards her spot by the fire warming fire. The padding of her soft paws on the floor boards make no sound and her ears drift between listening for danger and tilted back as she makes her way. She pauses Briefly as if changing her mind and lays down beside the ebony Chair and Black marble table Covered with Midnight blue silk instead of the normal crimson.Upon the Table is Jade Candle Seemingly clutched by black skelital hands. The Jade candle itself upon the table held mearly inside an hour glass of skelital hands dancing with an almost silvery black mist for a flame. Upon the outside of
  the clear etched glass is a black rose with it's stem in a silver vial, the vial is villed itself with blood and seems to flow as if the rose was alive itself with in the glass. Her Head rests upon her paws as her Tails curls around her thin form and she watches the room, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth in a slow pattern.

• Talents skills abilities

  Apothicary
  
  Abverian- The ability to replicate the living tissue in a being.
  Summoning- The ability to call a feline forth to aid from a pre-established link.
  Calling - The ability to call or Calm an inner feral with in another.
  purging - Call on the immune system of a creature to form an antibody to the current toxin/Poison.
  
  Natural
  
  Shapeshifting- The abilities to change parts of the body at will between animal and undead.
  Gift Of nature- The ability to tap into and manipulate or alter the present current energy patterns in the present area.
  Neurotoxin- After years of ingestion of the blood from the blackrose, a heavy neurotoxin is present that can be called
  to the surface of her skin to poison another who lacks such reistance.

Blackrose

• Description

  "First and foremost as you leave the seemingly endless woods you manage to happen upon what looks like a small grove with a Tavern of some sort. Mayhaps by chance or mayhaps It is what you were seeking. Just beyond the tavern to the right you notice an open area. The blue gold shimmering lake that seems to radiate and absorb the moonlight itself, as well as this energy . The moonlight seems in a sort of way to illuminate the water into a pattern similar to the aurora aborealus as her energy makes it glow almost as if it were alive of it's own accord. Upon the center of the lake you see an ancient temple of bastet made of black marble and silver. The temple itself is covered by black vines that pulse with blood, slowly the petals themselves emerge from the plant to grow to full bloom. The roses themselves are a shimmering black with a single crimson streak down the center, it's thorns are seemingly close to an inch long and a quarter inch wide. The roof itself of the temple seems to be contructed of pure gold and catches the moonlight in almost an illuminating manner. Several self sustaining fountains seem to glow to life at it corners radiatign a silvery blue light of its own. As you continue down the grass trail you see a green house to your left tinted ebony except for the roof, in itself it is solar transmission Crystal.
  The glass is tinted enough not to be able to see through it.The building itself seems to be about as big as a warehouse. As you continue on the path to the Left you see a closed up building of stone and to the right there is the training grounds.The Training ground have a small armory with every maginable type of weapon and armor present.There trianing field Has what looks like a thin Crimson Line all the way around it barely noticeable except to the well trianed eyes, that is looking for it.Inside this Crimson line,one can barely make out the silver markings on the corners of it and the silver circle
  in the center. Near these grounds you see a series of 8 pillars of electricity that seem to have smaller beams that reach to converge in the center. Several similar sparkings between the pillars can be seen dancing to and fro like a live current.Beyond the training ground in the thick wooded lot is the hunting grounds. The Moon castes a perfect reflection on the lake making it seem to glow in comparison to what looks like a small tavern. As you Approach it, it has an air about as if something may not be as it seems, maybe as if time itself has stood still. The Upper Windows have the Warm glow of light,seeming to offer an inviting nature to place. The Path Seems to Lead right up to the simple wooden tavern door.
  
  (Only Way to Blackrose Castle is thru the tavern, and only by allowance, it is not Seen from the outside Point of View)
  
  (Blackrose Tavern)
  The first thing you notice when you enter the tavern is a distinct feeling of peace. The tables are arranged in a circular pattern in the room leaving a large open area circular in nature in the middle of the room. Each black marble table is covered with a sheer crimson silk cloth and has a skeletal hand as a center piece clutching a blue candle that burns with a jade flame seeming to be a shadowy mist rather than a dancing flicker. The fireplace to the left is placed dead center on the wall, a weave of woods and waterfalls is carved into the black marble giving it a look as if it were almost real and living. Upon the Black marble mantle above the fireplace are two ebony panthers perched on either side facing the room. Two candle Abras with 5 sets of these skeletal hands clutch blue candles that burn with the same jade flame are between them. In the center of the mantle is single small silver book upon a pair of open skeletal hands. On the right wall two sets of French doors elegantly carved, One side holds vampiric and skeletal figures guarding a keep with weapons of the ancient ways. On the other side panther creatures are hunting through a densely wooded lot looking out into a grove as if having returned home. The French doors are partially covered with a pair of solid black leather curtains
  that are tied back with a silver cord, along with a pair of translucent silk crimson drapes that hang over the carved wood. In each corner of this side of the room are two black marble spiral stair cases with silver railings that ascend to the two main balcony levels above. At the Far end of the room is a bar, curved in an arc towards the room, with several wine ranks upon it close to the sides. Towards the middle of the silver bar on either side are two sets of bottles with a various array of alcohol and other beverages. The silver of the bar glimmers, almost radiating with the jade light caste from the candles seeming to illuminate it. A small sign behind the bar upon parchment reads. "Pick your poison.” In crimson lettering. The tavern extends three stories above this main floor, similar to an opera
  house, with two luxurious balcony levels and a master balcony level overlooking the room. A Black leather chair is noted on either side of each set of French doors on the right and two between them facing the center of the room. A small ebony table with skeletal hands clutching towards the floor with outstretched fingers are the legs, is placed between, the two center Chairs. The Black leather chairs by the fire place on the left are arranged in an arc around it leaving room for an ebony table with four small panthers holding it up on outstretched paws before them. Between the fireplace and the table is the distance of four feet at the edges and 6 feet in the middle of the arc, leaving enough room to lounge in front of the fire as well. Luscious ebony carpets can be seem lining the balcony levels of the bottom two main balconies and at the foot of each stair case, as well as before the fireplace. The walls themselves seem be some feat to emanate a life of their own, as if this place itself is alive to protect those within it. warmth though not uncomfortable, soothingly seems to come from the walls to maintain a constant temperature. The solid ebony floor itself seems to be unworn by age and shimmers as the light cascades upon it. To some this is a place of paradise, to others a safe haven and to those unwelcome mayhap it seems a bit unsettling.
  By the door on a parchment upon the wall, written in a flowing script reads: "The house of Blackrose welcomes thee. Enter here your weary hearts and find a place of peace, enter here your lost and find a place of home, enter here your haunted minds and find a place of solace, but enter here your reign of ill intention and find an empty and hallow ground." Below the writing is scrawled carefully in elegant script with three numbers:
  1)This be a sanctuary. Any unholding of guardian Title in Blackrose is prohibited from exibiting violence.
  2) Permission of the lady of the house may one enter the master balcony level.
  3) Be mindful Ye who enter here on sacred ground freely and of your own will.
  
  ~Perched upon the Silver railing of the second story balcony over looking the room unnaturally still is a relatively petite creature. A you look closer you can see a figure from its crouch you can figure that it stands 4' 8". Her v neck brown leather shirt curves back just below her breasts and covers only her sides leaving her silver muscled abdominal exposed that has a faint blue glimmer. The back of the shirt is laced and hangs down behind her to the floor of the balcony. A dagger belly button pendant catches the light and glimmers faintly. Her legs are covered by dark brown leather pants that look like they are painted on laced up the sides with leather straps hanging down the sides of her legs. Each strap has a small silver metallic glint at the end. Her belt Is of black leather with the insignia of Blackrose just
  below her belly button dagger. A Pattern of weaved thorns trace behind her disappearing. The weave itself seems to extend from the belt to hang down behind her, each weave again with a silver metallic glint at the end. Upon her feet are a pair of black leather skin tight boots that lace up the back and hang the same woven pattern hanging down about a foot with metallic glint at the end. The sides of her boots hold the insignia of Blackrose. Upon her thin fingers are a pair of black leather skin tight archer gloves that end above her elbow. The forearm part of the gloves to the elbows were strips of leather that were woven around her arm. The center of the glove extends up the back of her hand only covering her middle finger and ring fingers in a point the insignia of black rose is etched into the back of them. An ebony silk mask just covering her coyote like eyes glides back to tie her deep crimson hair back in a short pony tail, leaving small black Leather straps hanging down the back of her hair in almost a protective shield with a small silver glints at the end.
  Her ears come to a point with eight silver hoops down the sides of her ears and a simple pair of blackrose’s interwoven with dagger from the lobes of her ears. Her midnight blue wings contrast magnificently with her silver skin that has a blue tint. The wings themselves are covered in a sheer armor that glimmers and ebony color and extend out behind her in an arc around her. The tattoo upon her black in neon green in an old language read” Justus et puis" ~If you near her the form vanishes in a cloud of bluish black mist and can be seen perched upon the railing of the master balcony in the same
  manner~
  
  (master balcony)
  ~ A small spiral staircase of ebony traces upwards to the master balcony level. Each stair edge is lined with a single row of black marble spikes decreasing in height as you ascend the stairs. On either side of the stairs themselves is flat black marble with crimson veins running through it rather than silver. As you reach the top you see the balcony level only upon one side of the room ending at a simple ebony door. Though it has no handle and may be mistaken as simply a wall. Your feet sink into a deep midnight blue carpet that is silky upon the skin. A simple silver table rests midway down with a leather chair at each side of it. The entire wall itself seems to be a bone bookcase filled with ancient looking texts varying in colour and size. A faint silver shimmer seems to cover the entire front of the bookcase as if
  sealing the books in as well as keeping others out. Next to the "wall" at the far end against the black marble wall is a small ebony desk with a rolled down top and 8 drawers that is locked.The same silver shimmer seems to exstend to the deskas well. as well as around the balcony. ~
  
  
  (broken rules)
  ~A silvery blue substance coats the walls of the tavern itself set upon trigger mode specifically for the breaking of rules of the sanctuary. A coldness begins to seep from the silvery blue energy that is radiates and ice cold heat targeting the life force of the offencive and begins to drain them as it coats the floor and celing. The tavern itself has sealed itself off from exit or entry of any kind creating a null field thus resulting in no ice of non physical hand to hand abilities. The shadows themselves leap to life from thier depths as the shadow fire sparks to life with almost and audible sound of crackling, this also has a cold feeling to it, with the threat to devour and consume anything it comes into contact with , the air itself is cleansed by this fire as it sits in wait for either an offensive action or a repose a containment field is erected as the walls themselves began to glint with a black almost fluid looking substance of writing behind the silvery blue coating written in an old elven script, The air in the tavern changes itself to almost a thicker substance and the temperature begins to drop as if the fire itself is feeding from it. ~
  
  (Blackrose Castle)