This is a Recap of
The House of Drakul Events
The winners for the scavenger hunt
Innya Resident. 3rd Place
Velvet Hamelin, 3rd Place
Anita Seljan, 2nd Place
Brittainy Collins, 1st Place
(Honorable Mention Zandra Jameson, the only to get a perfect score,
but alas she is a Darkul leader hehehe.)
Thank you everyone who participated in the hunt
Hunter Awards
Constantina Dragoone is our master hunter.
She has walked away with the limited edition Master Hunter knife.
Second place hunter was crazyphuk resident
tie in third was Malice Shepherd, and Lexie Okelly.
Hardest to capture human was Anpao Resident, winning 899L White Armory gift card,
Syion Rosenfeld in second place
Anita Seljan in Third
please congratulate all the winners!
Best Dressed
Best Dressed
Allora Andel
Best Dressed Couple
Liang Scorpio and Anton von Rietberg
Now for Our Story
with Captures of Some of The Events
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The House of Drakul Events
The winners for the scavenger hunt
Innya Resident. 3rd Place
Velvet Hamelin, 3rd Place
Anita Seljan, 2nd Place
Brittainy Collins, 1st Place
(Honorable Mention Zandra Jameson, the only to get a perfect score,
but alas she is a Darkul leader hehehe.)
Thank you everyone who participated in the hunt
Hunter Awards
Constantina Dragoone is our master hunter.
She has walked away with the limited edition Master Hunter knife.
Second place hunter was crazyphuk resident
tie in third was Malice Shepherd, and Lexie Okelly.
Hardest to capture human was Anpao Resident, winning 899L White Armory gift card,
Syion Rosenfeld in second place
Anita Seljan in Third
please congratulate all the winners!
Best Dressed
Best Dressed
Allora Andel
Best Dressed Couple
Liang Scorpio and Anton von Rietberg
Now for Our Story
with Captures of Some of The Events
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As Seen From a Man's Perspective and Keen Eye
Please Allow The Chronicles to Present
a summery From Captain Christofalo Foscari
Photos collaboration of Christo and Lady Seabreeze
Photos collaboration of Christo and Lady Seabreeze
Narration proudly Written by Captain Christofalo Foscari
Drakul Festival of Lights Program
Events
It was a grand celebration of Festivities
The House of Drakul well all Out
In Presenting their Very Best .. Among themselves and to The City .
Drakul “Festival of Lights” Begins
((Fireworks))
With the inspiring words we of Venexia have come to expect from Sister Amber, she ignited the first candle with this invocation, “O Uriel, ex nocte aeterno, fiat ignis!” Turning with a fluid gracefulness, she moved, holding the candle a high, for all in the Basilica to see. The singular paternal flame would give birth to all the others on this dramatic evening. Amber stepped lightly towards the Doge and Dogeassa and uttered these words, “hold your candles aloft…”
Dressed in regal red, the colors of the Drakul Sabat, they held their candles high so that all in the Basillica could witness the birth of their flames. Their faces stoic and stately, they watched as Amber uttered a further invocation, “O Michael, ex diem fiat lux!” With those words, Amberlyssa’s candle mated with theirs.
Amberlyssa returned to her position, and once again looked upon the Drakul that circled around her. “Your house has been blessed, you may begin the procession and the festival.” Turning once again to face the congregation, a thunderous voice that betrayed her size sprang from her lips. “Let all the world know the the House Drakul yet stands! Let the Festival of Lights Begin!”
I was struck by the solemn nature of these proceedings. I had been accustomed to celebrations that were more spontaneous. This celebration seemed almost cold, and befit the demeanor of the Drakul Sabat quite well, I must admit. The Doge led the procession to the Basillica’s balcony with the very same elite chiseled air. So intent on leading his Sabat to the roof, he missed the well wishing of the Vicontessa Lady Seabreeze. Without so much as a reply, he marched his family into the night.
As all eyes gathered upon the square below, a lone paesani woman stood beside a large wooden structure that had been fabricated in the center. With a quiet nod from the Doge, she carefully began to orchestrate one of the most elaborate and fantastical fireworks displays as have ever been held within our Port City. Colors of every spectrum sparked from her fingertips it seemed, as she moved up and down the wooden structure. Clearly, this event took some degree of planning by the Drakul, as it went off with military precision. Not one rocket mis fired, as flowers of light bloomed across the sky. Thunderous explosions reminiscent of cannon fire reverberated among the stone Venexian buildings. The wooden sign above the Green Dragon swayed as the concussive force from the fireworks struck it.
Oddly, almost ironically, as the city’s oldest Sabat stood to watch the celebration, cries of thievery began to ring out amongst the streets. Was this a reflection of just how unlawful Venexia has become? That on the first night of the Drakul’s most important holiday, those that would seek to turn the city into chaos chose to rip control from the Militant Sabats hands.
Venexia’s future has never been in such a precarious state. Thread by the thread, the rope that binds all chosen together begins to fray. In the shadows besides the Basilica, a preacher stood. His dark hat and lowered chin cloaked his evil smile. I watched as his body seemed to writhe in anger and hatred. Never once confronted by a Drakul, he chose his Vampire victim for the evening. One by one, he would peel the Chosen skin away from Venexia’s body. Which Sabat would rise against? Which would put Venexia’s welfare on their shoulder and protect the interests of all of her Chosen? On this, the first night of the “Festival of Lights”, has the answer to this question never been lost more.
As the first night came to a close, I ambled back to the Café. I was struck by the lack of celebratory emotion exhibited by those I passed by. A gathering of humans talked quietly, one of them holding the Countess’s dog. They stood in the open, seemingly unaware of the chosen that walked to and fro before them. It was if, they lost their fear. How odd, that humans who were our food supply, would line themselves up like roast lamb at a banquet, and not show even the slightest hint that they might soon be taken .
The walk to the café was short, only a few bridges to cross over the Venexian canals. Making my final turn to my home, I stopped and stared in almost awe. Standing alone, in a seedy dark corner, stood one of the elders. Exactly which one, I could not tell, as they were hunched over. Something struggled beneath them, and the sickening slurping sounds of a blood gorge could be heard. There was no romance to it, no, savoring the flesh of a tender young human woman. It was nothing more than slitting the throat of a cow, and inhaling the raw flesh of the creature.
Arriving at the Café, I began to look forward with hope, that the Drakul Ball would bring a much needed sense of playfulness and sensuality to all of us. It was to be in the theme of ancient Rome, where all would dress in Toga. Perhaps, the spirit of Caligula would possess all of us, and we would be lost in a tangle of flesh and fun. Perhaps, on this evening, the cold direct manner of the Drakul would be replaced by an inviting host, welcoming all of Venexias beautiful creatures to bare their skin and feast on the erotic sights. My thoughts turned quickly to what I might wear, for one would want to make a very good impression at such an event. Pleading in a low voice, I begged, “Caligula, if you are out there amongst the stars, Venexia would gladly accept your blessing, and welcome your appetite for lust on the evening after next.”
It suddenly occurred to me, then and there, that the Norferati were the perfect symbol of Venexia herself. Ancient wisdom lies hidden somewhere inside the dark labyrinth of a mind. The fits the convulsions of a creature aged beyond imagination, matched perfectly with Venexia’s own machinations of evolution. As the wind, salt air, and sun slowly decayed the stone buildings in her limits, age and powerful forces acted and twisted upon the elders bodies, to the point where they could
not even control their own bladders. Yet, there was a beauty inside both of them ,
the Norferati and Venexia. They held the answers to both of their survival,
locked hidden away for one of the Sabats to unlock.
The Toga Ball:Venexia’s Piazza became a Roman playhouse as many of her most beautiful
Chosen and Humans turned out to show off their trim and sexy bodies.
Some danced as couples, some danced by themselves,
but all looked as though they had been plucked from the Garden of Eden.
As Captain of the Bath, I must include one more thing before I close. One figure in particular stood out to me as he stood on the terrace overlooking the crowd. His eyes darted, and he looked for anything out of the ordinary. On a night where most were wrapped up in the flesh of others, he stood on guard, alone. Vincent Balehawk has taken it upon himself to be Venexia’s arm of justice.
We could all relax and enjoy the evening knowing our backs were being watched.
As this city looks for leaders, some have made themselves known all by themselves.
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In Closing Special Thank YOU TO Baal and Kora for putting up with all of us
and creating this Amazing Stage of a Most Spectacular City we all have come to love ..
**Kudos To Mathias and his entire Sabat and to all That attended and supported these
Events . the Sim had over 50 attending the Toga Ball .
Special thanks to Christo ..
Hope to See all when Bathory Presents
Court of Fools Ball on April 1st
April 1st 12pm SLT
Who Shall Be Our
King and Queen
As the first night came to a close, I ambled back to the Café. I was struck by the lack of celebratory emotion exhibited by those I passed by. A gathering of humans talked quietly, one of them holding the Countess’s dog. They stood in the open, seemingly unaware of the chosen that walked to and fro before them. It was if, they lost their fear. How odd, that humans who were our food supply, would line themselves up like roast lamb at a banquet, and not show even the slightest hint that they might soon be taken .
The walk to the café was short, only a few bridges to cross over the Venexian canals. Making my final turn to my home, I stopped and stared in almost awe. Standing alone, in a seedy dark corner, stood one of the elders. Exactly which one, I could not tell, as they were hunched over. Something struggled beneath them, and the sickening slurping sounds of a blood gorge could be heard. There was no romance to it, no, savoring the flesh of a tender young human woman. It was nothing more than slitting the throat of a cow, and inhaling the raw flesh of the creature.
Arriving at the Café, I began to look forward with hope, that the Drakul Ball would bring a much needed sense of playfulness and sensuality to all of us. It was to be in the theme of ancient Rome, where all would dress in Toga. Perhaps, the spirit of Caligula would possess all of us, and we would be lost in a tangle of flesh and fun. Perhaps, on this evening, the cold direct manner of the Drakul would be replaced by an inviting host, welcoming all of Venexias beautiful creatures to bare their skin and feast on the erotic sights. My thoughts turned quickly to what I might wear, for one would want to make a very good impression at such an event. Pleading in a low voice, I begged, “Caligula, if you are out there amongst the stars, Venexia would gladly accept your blessing, and welcome your appetite for lust on the evening after next.”
It suddenly occurred to me, then and there, that the Norferati were the perfect symbol of Venexia herself. Ancient wisdom lies hidden somewhere inside the dark labyrinth of a mind. The fits the convulsions of a creature aged beyond imagination, matched perfectly with Venexia’s own machinations of evolution. As the wind, salt air, and sun slowly decayed the stone buildings in her limits, age and powerful forces acted and twisted upon the elders bodies, to the point where they could
not even control their own bladders. Yet, there was a beauty inside both of them ,
the Norferati and Venexia. They held the answers to both of their survival,
locked hidden away for one of the Sabats to unlock.
Chosen and Humans turned out to show off their trim and sexy bodies.
Some danced as couples, some danced by themselves,
but all looked as though they had been plucked from the Garden of Eden.
Seductive glances turned into lustful groping. I found the atmosphere to be thick with hedonism. Pleasure was on everyone’s mind as even the Drakul woman got hot and swayed their curvaceous bodies in the night heat. You could say Venexia lacked in many things, but one thing they do no lack of is sexual tendency. Chosen love their sex. There is no two ways about it. On this evening you could not tell a Bath from a Lestati, or a Drakul from a Karn.
It is evenings like this, where Venexia herself must express a sigh of relief.
Woof Woof !!!
We could all relax and enjoy the evening knowing our backs were being watched.
As this city looks for leaders, some have made themselves known all by themselves.
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and creating this Amazing Stage of a Most Spectacular City we all have come to love ..
**Kudos To Mathias and his entire Sabat and to all That attended and supported these
Events . the Sim had over 50 attending the Toga Ball .
Special thanks to Christo ..
Hope to See all when Bathory Presents
Court of Fools Ball on April 1st
April 1st 12pm SLT
Who Shall Be Our
King and Queen
Beautifully laid out Breezy. You do a wonderful job with your blog, and it really adds a important dimension to Venexia. I really like the closing audio you included.
ReplyDeleteThank you again....