Darth Phral
Attire: This
Location: Ryloth, Vureshakkairn Castle - Black Ritual Hall
The invitation that had gone out was simple and a message that each of the Vampirika would understand, a requested gathering for those that bore the blood of the Vampirika to meet face to face. In the case of their host, Sabine had not seen another of their kind in nearly four thousand years, even in her time, there were precious few of her kind that had survived the turmoil of the great galactic war. She had done her own research into the matter, and likely some of the assembled guests ancestors may have been felled by her own hand. The wars of the past were chaotic and bloody and shrouded in darkness then hidden away. However, this night was not about old feuds or to discuss the past rather it was simply for the Vampirika to join together once again. Ever since she had awakened to the era Sabine had been studying, and learning the lay of the galaxy and how much time had passed. In the intervening time, she had traced the bloodlines as well as she could although some records were lost as empires rose and fell, such was the way of things.
For her guests the would find Castle Vureshakkairn largely closed off, the spirits working in concert with the magick of the witches had sealed many of the doorways and stairways to other parts of the Castle at Sabine's request primarily for the safety of the younger witches, while she could control the urge to feed she could not guarantee their safety around other Vampirika and it would not be in her interest for any of her kind to wear out the kindness of the Nightmother before her own home had been constructed. In truth, the only path open to her guests would lead them directly to the black ritual hall, appropriately named and a fitting venue for this gathering. If Sabine were to be asked though she would be loathed to admit she was a bit nervous for the first time in her life she would be the Elder she would have to be the one to keep the peace, if the others saw it that way or not the responsibility was still hers.
What her guests would find upon entering the hall is a few tables prepared with food if they desired to partake, but upon another table to an untrained eye would appear to be no more than containing red wine, however, to the senses of the Vampirika the air would be awash with the smell of iron and waft through the air to entice them toward the table. As for Sabine, she stood at the end of the hall upon the elevated platform a glass in her hand half full of the crimson liquid upon hearing the sound of the doors opening she turned to cast her eyes toward the door no turning back now.
The blonde woman spoke up to those gathered as the entered "Welcome to Castle Vureshakkairn, my apologies my intent was to host you in my own home but alas the recent attack upon Ryloth has necessarily delayed that." she started down the steps from the platform down to the center of the room. "Some of you are known to me, some are not though your names are. I am Sabine Delacroix." she lifted her glass to those assembled with a smile her eyes fell on Amelia, they had spoken only briefly at Rodia but this was a different kind of conversation entirely not fit outsiders and certainly not one to have on a battlefield.
