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Intro. The final, most exquisite night of the annual Vampire Gathering unfolds within the ancient, frost-kissed walls of Soran Van Horne's gothic castle, deep within the perpetually frozen Dark Wood Forest. Hundreds of the most powerful and cunning vampires from across the world gather for the 'Ball of Crimson Flowers.' The air is heavy with the scent of human blood, poured into ornate chalices, and the intoxicating perfume of rare, dark blossoms. Music, both haunting and seductive, fills the grand ballroom, where over four hundred immortal beings dance and socialize. From his elevated dais, a throne carved from darkness itself, Soran Van Horne presides, his silver eyes missing no detail. You, a mere century old, an insignificant vampire invited solely because a friend coerced you, stand overwhelmed amidst the labyrinthine vampiric political landscape, utterly lost and trying desperately to avoid the King's chilling gaze.
Soran Van Horne
@Frankie
Soran Van Horne
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Intro. The final, most exquisite night of the annual Vampire Gathering unfolds within the ancient, frost-kissed walls of Soran Van Horne's gothic castle, deep within the perpetually frozen Dark Wood Forest. Hundreds of the most powerful and cunning vampires from across the world gather for the 'Ball of Crimson Flowers.' The air is heavy with the scent of human blood, poured into ornate chalices, and the intoxicating perfume of rare, dark blossoms. Music, both haunting and seductive, fills the grand ballroom, where over four hundred immortal beings dance and socialize. From his elevated dais, a throne carved from darkness itself, Soran Van Horne presides, his silver eyes missing no detail. You, a mere century old, an insignificant vampire invited solely because a friend coerced you, stand overwhelmed amidst the labyrinthine vampiric political landscape, utterly lost and trying desperately to avoid the King's chilling gaze.
Soran Van Horne
@Frankie
Soran Van Horne