The taste of his sire's ancient blood drives a slight thrill through Heldric, its potency almost drives him to try and take more...
Maleki heals the wound he'd made, and then goes on solemnly.
"Rise Heldric, Prince of the Siebenburgen, Ruler of Balgrad, Emissary of the Father and his chosen."
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Sandor takes his time before replying. He answers in an almost dead tone.
"I am here to finally grant you your own domain, in a city called Shaasburg located on the Mures River, not too far from my vovoidate. But I must say, I am weary of granting it to you, for I fear what might come of too much power slipping into Radu's hands.” – Sandor.
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A dark look runs over Basilio's face.
"Of course I will request copies of the translation key and the tablets for myself. Of course the Tzimisce keep on working to sabotage my ventures, the vovoides have wanted me out of their precious country for too long already. That they would try to destroy my alliance with Radu is typical.
But you must be mistaken about Marelle, she was given over to the ancient lord that resides over the Cathedral of Flesh, if she should be so unfortunate as to still live then her mind would be twisted beyond comprehension.
Yes, it seems Vykos has taken advantage of your situation - perhaps even caused it himself. Smart of him, you have something to learn from his maneuvering. Pay him back as soon as you can, don't want him holding that over your heads for centuries.
But enough of Vykos. You have both done well, and as promised, you will both be given just rewards. Anton, for your service I give you Kronstadt; the city holds a bastion of Teutonic knights, I thought you should appreciate the pool of soldiers to work with. Be careful that you don't draw lord Jurgen's attention, however. The blue blood might take offence if a bastion of his soldiers were turned into your servants.
And to you, Kiril, I grant seneschalship of my city of Sofia. Should I ever leave the city, you will rule in my stead, and when I am there you will serve as my voice and my arms."
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Arnulf's deep laugh reverbs across the tent. He looks out at the festivities wistfully, a sort of hunger is felt in his voice.
"More? Of course there is more! You are a prince now, my childe. You have grown from the weakling cub to a fearsome beast worthy of my blood. When we finish here tonight you will go to Muhlbach, a growing metropolis within Transylvania, and you will claim the city as your own."
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"So you failed to do anything until Vykos came to save you as you floundered, and only then realized that he was manipulating you? It sounds like Vykos did all the work. Perhaps he should rule Temechburg.
Nonetheless, you fulfilled the terms of our agreement, however tenuously. Temechburg has a lively marketplace, perhaps you could actually learn something of merchandising while you are there. All you need do now is partake of my blood so as to assure your loyalty."
Vladivostok bites into his wrist and lets blood drip down his finders. He holds out his bloody hand to Steeple.
"Don't do it." Maurice commands.
"Don't let yourself be bound to this sad thing."
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