Ashes of the Fallen ~ Auvern

Rellan himself had stood quietly in the darkest, most decrepit corners of the cathedral's main hall. He personally did not find himself in the least interested in the large stained-glass representation of their... 'nature,' some would call it. Perhaps a better word was condition, though only just. He kept his head down, brim of his tophat falling just over his cloth-covered eyes - not a look of disinterest, but one of concealment. One of a man with quite a 'gift' for diplomacy. It would truly be no surprise for him to hear his name loudly resounding off of the walls, heard by all present throughout the massive, and, perhaps to some, haunting shadow of a cathedral.

The speaker of the night had been strange in his choice of words. 'Sympathies'? Perhaps someone ought to give the man an expansion to his vocabulary. Rellan personally did not harbour any ill feelings towards the Lycans. To him, they were merely a vehicle for felling humans, ultimately granting Rellan the blood to sate what had become inevitable for him - the bloodlust. His transformation had perhaps been smooth, though he still held a reluctance to eliminate the humans himself. He preferred the way he hunted, taking the seconds and whatnot. It certainly makes for a cleaner world anyway. he chuckled, finding that he had become lost in his own thoughts. The speaker prattled on about the Lycans and an alliance with the beasts. All the while, Rellan did not remove his cloth, and did not tilt his head upward to draw any semblance of unnecessary attention to himself.

The haunting lighting of the cathedral made him feel right at home with his quiet demeanour, however. It kept him much more... out of sight. As though he wanted to be alone, but was forced to stay due to the apparent importance of the meeting. Finally, the speaker of the night had come to the climactic point of his speech - the point that Rellan had been waiting for. His lips curved upwards into a macabre smile, hearing the final few words. He was one of the leader's "greatest and most valued children." Certainly something that would garner some attention in the long run... though Rellan was happy to evade such a circumstance. He immediately turned to make a hasty exit, before an uproar of the 'discussions' - Perhaps a more accurate term would be 'opinionated duels.' - consumed his ears and his sanity.

Rellan's exit, of course, led him to the other two 'children' that their leader had spoken of. Immediately, however, he noted that his companions were two of the... other breed of vampires. The more malicious, in the eyes of Rellan, though covered by cloth. He noted this down mentally, and with a smirk, Rellan followed wordlessly, listening intently to the sounds of the husky-voiced Russian accent - surely the man known as Alexey Minachov. He seemed genuinely angry to have been summoned to such a prestigious gathering. "My, my... It would seem that someone is anxious to get back to work." Rellan cooed, silkily weaving his words into a fluid tapestry. "However, I would like to know what the significance of such a meeting is, as well... care to - forgive me - shed some light on the situation?" He chuckled, a laugh that seemed more a courtesy than one of mirth...

 

Besor was leaning back in his chair, Tilting it on its back legs, listening to the little speech that the man up there was giving. To be honest, he was not exactly sure why they were all gathered in this dimly lit room, although he did know it was about the crisis going on in their world at the moment. Besor took a sip of his 'wine', which seemed a bit redder then normal, and which he had also brought with him, and continued to listen to the speech. As soon as he heard his name as being one of the best there, he spit his wine out and nearly fell out of his chair. He knew he was good at what he did, but what he did not know was that he was one of the best. Besor got up, ignoring the vampire chuckling beside him at him having just spat out the 'wine', and ran up to catch up with the little group going in, not wanting to be late.

Walking to the under croft, Besor heard Alex and Rellan ask why we had needed to go into privacy, and Besor also wondered this. "I would like to know as well as to why we need to talk about this in privacy, as well as what exactly we will be talking about"

 

In spite of their brief pause, Rellan realized that the triad left to follow the Speaker were no closer to any sort of an answer. He furrowed his brow and grit his teeth slightly. His eyes were still concealed by his cloth, but he said nothing. He thought better of trying to coax an answer out of the obviously uninformed speaker. Not very useful, indeed, Rellan thought with a very noticeable air of bitterness about him. Being left in the dark in regards to the information that he so desired was not something that he was particularly used to. But presently, the pause was over, and the three of them were to follow the speaker down to the undercroft - not a place that Rellan was familiar with. If he was afraid of the events to come, he betrayed absolutely no hint of fear. Aside from a slight grimace crossing his lips, he remained stoic. Relatively speaking, his face was so frozen in emotion, that one could easily have confused him for a statue, if not for the details of his face displaying hints of colour, and his loose-fitting garb rippling slightly in the slight breeze caused by the brisk motions of the Speaker.

"I suppose that he expects us to follow him," Rellan spoke distastefully to his two new companions. He truly had no real connection to the Bloodstalkers. His days growing up in the Sorrowkeep as a human left him no particular desire to be in their presence. But yet, here he was, so many years later, in the midst of the conflict between his newfound people and the Lycans. Some sort of diplomacy mission, perhaps, was his calling at this time. "Let us follow the uneducated, then." A smirk. If one could see Rellan's eyes, they would note that there was no humour carried within them. He truly thought the man was nary more than a pawn in the greater game of wits. The man was impatient tonight, especially considering that his name would now be on the lips of so many of the people of the night on this evening. Unwanted attention. Unmerited suspicion. Both things that Rellan would need to... deal with before the night's end.

He finally followed after the Speaker. The night was still quite young, and he realized that he would be very much able to go about his normal business in the solitude that he desired if he were to... 'gain favour' with the leader of the people of the night. And perhaps, assuage the issue at hand with the Lycans. All would provide him with excellent leverage, indeed. He descended the stairwell - a magnificent structure. Rellan had always had quite a taste for the formality of the spiralling staircase. But as he grew nearer to the undercroft, and overpowering stench of decay, mould, and rotting flesh hit his nose. He had grown accustom enough to the stank of Death in his tenure with the people of the night, but he could not help but let out a reflexive cough at the aroma. "Well, well. We certainly took no liberties here with keeping tidy," he hissed out, disdainfully. He removed his tophat from its perch upon his head as he clicked his tongue, echolocation kicking in, and moved towards the Speaker's present location, covering his nose slightly with the hat to mitigate the smell.

The Speaker seemed to compliment them, or perhaps it was a veiled jab. Rellan could not tell. Either way, his presence would matter not in mere moments. Rellan offered him a mock bow, "Our Lord could not have chosen a better doorservant for his 'finest.' Thank you, sir." He stood upright, hat still removed as he returned to his standing position. It was best to be polite in the presence of the Lord of the night-people, and the Lycan leader. Those were certainly toes he would tread delicately to avoid...

 

"Well, I can tell you 'Alex', that I am able to wait. I mean, your being quite rude to this man, are you not? If I were him, I might scold you for that, but that might be a bit of an under-reaction... Of course, look at me talking to you like a child. Let us move on our way with him into this chamber, Hmm? I'm quite sure our Lord is still waiting for us inside.". Besor said to Alexey, purposely trying to piss him off, yet get himself a bit friendlier with the man there. Besor always tried to weasel his way into the top, by making himself as friendly with his superiors as possible. The vampire then followed Rellan, and Alexy into the room, quite eager to meet his Lord in person.