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A Look Into the Past; Mythos and Gretchen's History together
Topic Started: Jun 4 2005, 10:34 AM (107 Views)
Mythos
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The Place is Germany and the year is 1433. The rain was like ice on his exposed arms. His horse was near to exhaustion from riding all night in the freezing rain. The hood of the man’s cloak was sodden and hanging in his face when he approached the gates of the city. A wiry old man in a battered chest plate and helm held the lantern up to see the rider’s face, but only succeeded in hiding the man’s features deeper in the hood of the traveling cloak. His German accent as grinding as the rain against the slate roofs of the houses.


“Was ist Ihr buisness hier? Wir öffnen die Tore nach Sonnenuntergangreisendem nicht. ES gibt Dinge aus dort, dass die Nacht jagt.”



Nodding the man on the horse gripped the rains of the horse tighter as he leaned forward and spoke to the guard in front of him. His own voice a soft whisper but clear as crystal and as venomous as a cobra.


Ich stimme überein. Es ist verschaffen ein guter Brauch, Ihr Tor zu nicht öffnen, nachdem Finsternis, aber wenn Sie machen nicht ich zu es sehen werde, dass der Herr von diesem Land von Ihrem incompotence und Weigerung weiß, Ein von seinem vassels zu lassen, er vom kommenden Sturm hat geschält. Stimmen Sie nicht überein?


Frozen in place either by the rain or the threat of letting the lord know of his actions tonight. The elderly guard simply gawked and stared at the rider, then slowly turned and motioned for the gate to open. Turning back to the rider and bowed deeply at the waist.


“Vergeben Sie mich, den ich nicht erzählt wurde, irgendjemand heute Abend zu erwarten. BITTE gehen Sie in und genießen Sie Ihren Aufenthalt.”


Clicking his heels into the flanks of his steed, the horse and rider both moved quickly into town and headed for the nearest inn. Once there, the rider climbs off his horse and tethers it to the hitch post outside. Sighing slightly he prepares himself to enter the inn hoping that they have at least a fire going and a place for him to dry off. He hated this country. Hated everything about it, the people, the language, and the food was some of the worst he had had in decades. Why could no one cook like the Italians?

Opening the door to the inn he first assaulted by the stench of sweat and body odor. Placing his hand over his nose at once he scans the room for anyone who might be an easy mark, either gamble away their money or to have it just outright stolen. It didn’t matter to him. He just wanted the money. Finding a place at the bar was easy enough and once he had the Barkeeper/inkeeper’s attention he used a bit of his exotic charm, some slight of hand as he dipped in to the pouch of the man beside him, and slid the man his bartered price for some fine wine and a good meal. He really didn’t need to meal but it was always good to keep up the appearances.


Finding himself a table was another story altogether. Looking around he finds a cozy little table near the back and makes his way there finally able to collapse into the rickety chair and close his eyes till his food arrived. But on his way to his table he spies a beautiful woman, sitting alone reading a large tome of some kind. Smiling to himself he finds his seat and watches her while waiting for his food and drink.
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Gretchen Deitriche
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Few women of her day wre capable of reading. None among the common folk. Those few who were learned in the scholarly fashion would not risk be seen in a public place reading. It was a sure way to advertise affluence, as if clothing and conduct were not sufficient announcement.

And while her clothes reflected the times and were both distinctly feminine and modest, her blatant disregard of the proper place for a woman to pursue her scholastic interest certainly flew in the face of propriety.

If she was trying to draw attention, she was succeeding as either directly and openly or through furtive glances cast her way, she knew she was under observation.

It both thrilled her and annoyed her.

Men were such children to be directed and scolded and cajoled and, occassionally, if they merited it, rewarded.

The society of the times was distinctly male dominated and oriented. It didn't matter that women labored alongside them in the fields and in battle, tended to the duties of both home and family, created opportunity for the family to prosper, were equally capable of celebration and mourning. It didn't matter that man's education began and often culminated on the knee of a woman. It was irrelevant that some of the greatest, yet least known leaders and orators and statesman of all time were a minority of women. Men held sway by their brutal tactics and sheer brute force. Or through the facade and conventions of the cults of religions.

Her observations, however, were not limited to the mortal realm. For the beauty who gave careless disregard to the norms of her day, was no mortal. The path she walked was strewn with death and dangers no mortal mind could grasp. She was among a very small number of women brought into the cunning and devious secretive group of magic users. Not just any group of magi. One created to be like the undead. A relatively young Clan among kindred who had, through lies and treachery and masterful manipulation, created itself in the image of those who had existed nearly since the inception of life.

Since the days of Caine.

She was..and is.... a childe of Tremere, seven generations removed from the founder of House and Clan.

"Sie haben Ihren asignment, magus. Versagen sie nicht. "

Wo werde ich ihn, mein Herr finden?

"Er hat eine schwäche für schenken und den frauleins, die sie arbeiten. Fangen sie in Rhinegartan."

Durch ihres verlässt, Herr.

As she sat in the Inn, she mulled over the meeting with the elder, her eyes seemingly on the text before her while her thoughts were far from it. She was fairly certain he had sent her on the task as some kind of test. And his tests always had built into them final death as the means to knowing you failed.
Oh not at his hand. He was too well placed and too clever for that.

No.

If final death came, it would be in the due course of a sanctioned activity.

Finally raising her eyes from the hand-copied text on the table, she began to look over those who were also in the Inn. Her penetratingly blue eyes swept over the gathered, weighing and disregarding each person in an instant as she looks for her target. It is when her gaze meets the green eyes of a dark male sitting apart, as much as is possible in such an establishment, that the sweeping gaze is halted.

She openly regards him for a moment, having noted that she had actually caught him looking at her. Finally, her gaze turns downward to the tome, her fingers toying gently with the pages as she considers her assignment. Reaching for the tankard that sits near the top of the book, her slender fingers wrap around the handle and she raises it slowly, pausing when it is nearly to her lips to look back over at the stranger.

Something in his aura halts the tankard from rising further, the crisp blue eyes framed by palid, soft flesh narrowing slightly as his nature is revealed in the paleness of his aura.

She had not been a creature of the night long, a mere hundred years or so. So it always gave her pause when she crossed paths with another of her own kind, especially given the history of her own Clan (what she knew of it) and the animosity she knew existed from others toward the Tremere. And her "youth" compared to other vampires.

Finally, she completed the simple task of raising the tankard to her lips to take a drink of the contents, her eyes lowering slightly to regard the content of her tankard as she lowers it, then returning to look his direction again.

She wasn't sure why her attention was drawn to him, apart from his being "like her". But as she studied him, she thought there might be some potential for usefulness to the Clan. Certainly that had to be what held her interest, as she was not like so many others of her sex who fawned and gushed and cooed over men.





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For a split second he contemplated the serving wench before his gaze locked with the blonde with the book again. She was gorgeous, just like he liked’em, female. A small chuckle escaped him as he gave her a playful wink and his best roguish smile. His green eyes dancing with the reflection of the fire.

When her eyes widen in the slightest he nearly made for the door, leaving his meal behind. Not that he really needed it. The gypsy’s mind worked overtime to puzzle out what made her react the way she did. Could she know what he was? Impossible, after nearly twenty years of practicing at being human he had it down to a science. No one over the last few years had been able to discern his true nature, even the priests who came after him. Was she kindred herself and just amazed to see another of their kind in the open? Well only one way to find out. Grabbing the serving girl as she passes he whispers something in her ear and rises from his table.


Moving through the jumble of chairs and tables he makes his way towards where Gretchen is seated. His slick devious smile spreading further and further the closer he got to her table. Coming to a stop on the opposite side of the table from her he clears his throat and puts on his best smile for her.

“Guter Abend die Herrin. Warten Sie auf jemanden oder kann ich das Vergnügen von Ihrer Firma heute Abend haben, während ich speise?”


Not really waiting for an answer, he slides into the seat opposite Gretchen and removes the leather gloves from his hands. Placing the gloves behind his belt, he reveals the ornate hilt of a rapier, on his left and main gauche on the right. Soon after this the serving girl arrives and places his food on the table along with the very expensive wine he had ordered.

“Wie List von mir. Würden Frau, Sie ein Getränk oder Speise sich pflegen? ich habe Überfluss der Münze, für Ihres als gut zu spielen.”


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She watched him approach her table, setting aside her reading and clasping her hands on the table before her. She offered him a polite smile as he spoke, a smile which faded as he took up a seat without waiting for reply.

Quirking a brow, she answered the question, her tone smug, tailing off into a hint of sarcasm at the end as she asked him to join her.

Nein warte ich auf irgendjemand nicht. Bitte schließen sie mich an.

She found his boasting of money almost irritating. As if that mattered or would impress her. As the serving wench returned with his food and wine, she did notice his choice of wine. And that surprised her. He did not necessarily strike her as the type who would know a good wine from vinegar.

Her sparkling blue eyes never left him as she replied.

Nein vielen dank. Ich will nichts.

She continued to watch him as he took the first spoonfuls of his meal into his mouth, then washed it down with some of the wine. Leaning forward slightly, she lowered her hands from the table to rest in her lap as she spoke softly.

Gasthausspeise ist nicht beinahe ebenso gut, als dass, den sie und jagen, sich vorbereitet. Würden sie, Herr nicht übereinstimmen?? Ich glaube nicht, dass ich. gehört habe your name. I'm Gretchen.

The spark of her blue eyes seemed to intensify as she spoke of the hunt, and in truth, she hoped to engage in that very activity later this evening. The scent of blood lay heavily about the inn and she had not fed recently. It would soon be time to satiate the beast.

On the meantime, she wished to discover more about this vampire which Auspex had revealed to her.
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