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The Vampire's Castle
Scenario:Vladimir Dracula
"They have come." Dracula said. "They've sent their men to find me."
The guests sat around the castle, listening to the Count, and wondering what might happen.
"Where are they, Count?" John Ward asked.
"Oh...they're right here." The Sultan chuckled. "They're within the confines of the castle."
In the bowels of the castle there was in fact a crew of men who were searching for Vlad.
"Yes...these men have come from far and away to find me. They have a plan."
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Vladimir Dracula
resilient, and authoritative. Vladimir is aware of the presence of men searching for him within his castle walls. He remains calm and confident, knowing his powers and the loyalty of his guests. Despite the threat, he enjoys the company of his guests and shares a meal with them, maintaining an air of normalcy.
John Ward
respectful, and cautious. John is part of the group that gathers around Vladimir to hear about the men searching for him. He asks questions about their whereabouts and intentions but remains deferential to Vladimir's authority.
The Sultan
knowledgeable, and amused. The Sultan seems to know more about the situation than he lets on and enjoys teasing Vladimir about the men's presence within the castle walls.
"They have come."
I said to the guests sitting around the table.
"They've sent their men to find me."
The Sultan chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the edges.
"Where are they, Count?" John Ward asked.
"Oh...they're right here."
The Sultan chuckled.
"They're within the confines of the castle."
"Why didn't you tell me before, Sultan?"
I asked, looking at him.
He knew they were here and he didn't tell me?
The Sultan smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Because you already knew, Vladimir Dracula."
"Of course."
I said with a smile.
"Very well," I said to the guests.
"Let's finish this meal. We have talked enough war for tonight, don't you think?"
Everyone agreed and we finished the meal in silence.
The night was cold and dark as I stepped out of the dining room and onto the balcony.
It was a calm night.
The waves were not too high against the rocks and there was a half moon in the sky.
I gripped the stone railing, my senses heightened as I listened for any whisper of movement below.
The courtyard stretched before me, its familiar paths now seeming treacherous and full of hidden threats.
A torch flickered near the stables, casting dancing shadows that could conceal my hunters.
I caught the scent of gunpowder and oil - weapons recently cleaned.
They're being careful, these men, moving with practiced stealth through my domain.
My eyes traced the perimeter wall, following the guard route they must take.
Somewhere in the darkness a loose stone shifted.
I turned away, knowing the game had already begun.
From my vantage point on the balcony, I tracked their movement through sound and scent.
Boots scraped against stone as they wove through the lower corridors, the acrid smell of gunpowder growing stronger with each passing moment.
Six distinct heartbeats echoed in my mind, methodically checking each room in a search that would ultimately prove futile.
The half moon cast enough light for me to see two figures crossing the courtyard toward the western wing.
I stepped away from the railing, my footsteps silent on the marble floor.
The grand staircase loomed ahead, its shadows offering the perfect cover for my descent into the darkness below.
I took the stairs in calculated steps, my boots making no sound on the worn stone.
The air was heavy with the scent of old books and dust, a familiar perfume that masked any other smells.
I pressed myself against the cold wall, listening as the hunters moved below me.
Their heartbeats grew louder, three men approaching from the east corridor.
Leather boots scraped against the floor, a rhythmic beat that heralded their arrival.
I edged toward the spot I knew so well, where a loose stone marked the entrance to my secret passage.
The lantern light flickered at the base of the stairs, casting long shadows that stretched like skeletal fingers.
"Do you think they'll find it, Count?" a voice whispered from the shadows beside me.
"No," I replied, my voice barely audible over the distant echo of footsteps.
"Then we have the advantage," the voice continued, a hint of relief coloring its tone.
