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Bringer of Death

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Date: Feb 28, 2009

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"What did you discover?" The corner of the newspaper that Varrick had been reading was curled down so that he could look to Percival as he took his seat. The Moor was dressed down in jeans and a t-shirt with the letters AC and DC across it, the two capital sets in a gothic font separated by a the lightning bolt of Zeus. The Fae was at a loss as to what Greek myth it was referring to, as he couldn't recall any of the old names with those letters at their start, but refrained from asking the man as the Tuathan thought that maybe it was some sort of modern culture objectification. "Can I not order my food first?" Percival asked with a rather pained expression sent towards the older creature. Varrick said nothing, and merely folded back the corner to continue reading the article he was on. The Fae himself was dressed in blue jeans and a crisp white button up. And for once he was actually wearing the clothing he appeared to be in, as the Tuathan found blue jeans and the boots to be the most comfortable clothing and footwear he'd ever come across. In point of fact, the only glamour he was using was literally just upon himself and the sword at his back. The snow white skin, equally pale hair and disturbingly yellow golden hues were masked as an unassuming mature male with tanned skin, clean shaven and short cropped dirty blond hair with warm chocolate hues. Though he still gave off that unsettling presence as he was prone to do. It was rather humorous, really. Even though he and Percival had frequented Big Mamma's Blues Bar on several previous occasions, sitting at the same table and being served by the very same waitress, the young lady still went entirely out of her way to approach their table on Percival's side. Percival always sat on the door side of the restaurant, as Varrick preferred to sit with his back to the bar and an eye on the entrance, and so Chasiti skirted the dining area to approach their table. Varrick always gave the girl a friendly smile, and she always returned a rather nervous one and avoided eye contact. Thinking of, the girl's voice floated through the newspaper and Varrick listened to the Moor order before he added that he would only like another glass of water for himself. The newspaper rustled as Varrick folded it closed and looked across to Percival. "Now that you've ordered, I resubmit the question." A chuckle escaped the man's lips as he reached for his glass of water. "Very little, actually. I discovered a tribe of people that were losing members of it's tribe a very long time ago, and they appealed to their gods. The gods responded and granted them powers so they could cleanse the earth of impurities. And in time they've moved to Rome, and have been here ever since." "That is quite a small bit of information for all that, and yet revealing at the same time. In point of fact, sounds exactly like the work of the Shol'vah. Are you sure it translated as impurities?" At Percival's nod and questioning look, Varrick continued. "The Shol'vah is the name of a group of vampires from the War. And not just something they'd do. A lot of creatures of power have done the same sort of thing throughout history, taking on lesser forms of being and bringing them into servitude. Only the Shol'vah use faith, which is the most effective means of control. Build a relationship on faith and you can have cheap, eager labor to kill off your enemies." "How do you know?" With that question, Chasiti returned and set Percival's food down and the second glass of water. She never reached past half the distance of the table, so Varrick had to reach forth and pull the drink to him. That friendly smile was offered to the girl and the same reaction as always crossed her visage before she hurried off to help others. "I don't, really. But, it's exactly what I would have done. In that era it was quite easy. There were merely tribes, small collections of Humans. No metropolis or gathering place to trade information, just a small clan to follow the food and water to survive. I would pick one, study their faith, because, as I said, faith is the most effective way to maintain control. And then I would start using their lore against them, picking off men, women and children and making it seem like the equivilant of their creature of nightmares, or even leaving it as such as it would seem my enemies had done the crimes. And just when they were at their most desperate, pleading to their gods for salvation and miracles, I would appear as their god, or gods. Magic wasn't as prevalant then as it was today, especially for illiterate tribes. I would preach to them of how to destroy those that were impure, which in case would be any enemies I might have. Cast a spell or two to prove my godliness and grant them abilities to carry out my wishes. Anything can be ingrained into Humans with enough power, and with a weaving of three from my own Book, the possibilities could be endless. Throw in some nonsensical 'laws above that of man' and pointless appointments of power within the tribe to make it see more legitimate. Then you just show them rituals to upkeep the magic through the generations, because if you use faith, you make an entire culture of it. And as a vampire, well, you would need it to be, and then you have slaves for life. Fanatic zealots are most loyal, if a bit unstable at times." "That's amazing." It was all Percival could say as he cut up another piece of steak. Varrick nodded, leaning back in his seat. He'd used the power of his Hand to disguise the conversation for the duration. After all, their conversation was no one's business but their own. "They were quite clever creatures of their time. Manipulation of Humans has always been a favored past time of the vampires, whether it be physically or mentally. And with the greater mental abilities of vampires, it's easy for them to manipulate the lesser creatures. I can see the appeal, but it's a power I've never tried myself. As for the Shol'vah, they fancy themselves gods. They're the only sort I know that take on the guise of gods. I could be entirely wrong," Varrick shrugged, picking up the newspaper once more. He left unsaid that he was rarely wrong, as both he and Percival knew this. "Now that I know of that, cockroach makes perfect sense. In more ways than one. The Shol'vah had a sense of humor, most likely thinking they would kill themselves out eventually or maybe becoming extinct from the hands of their enemies. It seems now they have outlived the Shol'vah." A sigh elicited from the Fae as he reopened the newspaper. "I doubt they know any of this, as even if early on they discovered the truth of their origins, oral tradition can be changed and lores forgotten through the ages, as you and I both know well enough. Maybe that is why they originally left Egypt in the first place." Varrick shrugged, focusing on the article he was reading. The newspaper was a most informative and fascinating conception. He'd begun reading it a few weeks before. The information within a week's worth of the print surpassed that of what a person could learn in their entire lifetime in the eighteenth century, and he marveled that not all Human's took advantage of the invention. "What do you think Percival?" "I've no reason to disbelieve your theory Varrick." The newspaper rustled as he folded the next page over, smiling behind the print. Some small bit of his curiousity satisfied, Varrick moved on to the next most important subject. "So how is your steak Percival?" __________________

Ariadne

Hope of Rome

Posts: 870

Date: Mar 1, 2009

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OOC Note: Characters are not to take Varricks thoughts seriously as his "findings" aren't true merely what he thinks is true __________________

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