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Um...hello!

[She gives the locket a bit of a wave.]

I just wanted to let the people staying at the castle know that if you come into a room with a coffin in it instead of a bed, don't be alarmed! Its...actually my coffin.

You see, I'm a vampire. Yes, they do exist. No, I don't eat people or drink their blood. That's why I sleep in a coffin. So please, just let me sleep. It's really tiring to be up during the daytime.

And please don't bury the coffin. I don't want to dig my way out of the ground when I wake up.


Thank you!
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[After nearly a month of venturing into the Unseelie territory with her vampiric subordinate, one may wonder exactly what a certain knight has been up to. Though this is not to be seen, she addresses the network mildly irritably, with an important question in mind:]

Where might I acquire cigars?

[Priorities...]
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I'm so sorry - I have a problem. We know they've insisted on some sort of war... I don't know what all they want from us, but doesn't that usually mean battles? Against other people? And they have us on different sides, even. I've been thinking about it a lot. Maybe - maybe I'm a disappointment, but I—

I don't know that I'm ready to fight another human being.

[And by fight, she means kill. This may not be an unwelcome sentiment from a fourteen-year-old girl, but she seems very concerned about it.]
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Lords, ladies, knights, and other honoured guests of the castle... I am Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, who joined your company as of the feast day which passed only days prior.

[ He looks a little haggard, dark circles grown under his clear eyes; but much improved from the worry-pinched figure who had spent much of the feast hunting for his family. ]

We have been brought from many disparate worlds for the purpose of this war, the War of the Shards; expected to cast our lots in the fighting at the behest of generous but poorly-evidenced monarchs. And the castle staff itself, while similarly generous and no doubt goodhearted, can offer us only so much information or direction. I have requisitioned the library and some of the attached study-rooms to hold a great conference of us, beginning at midday tomorrow. At this conference, I mean to make an accurate and detailed accounting of:

Our names, talents, and intentions regarding residence at the castle and regarding the war. It's my aim that all of this be made public knowledge, so that those of like mind can easier meet and plan with each other. Some of the study-rooms in the library will be marked for this purpose; for those wanting to remain in the castle but abstain in the war, those willing to make war all together, and also a room for those wanting to depart the castle.

[ He exhales a breath, frowning a little. ]

I've commissioned a clerk who I will be posted with at the door, who will record the information of those willing to give it as they enter. By no means is anyone obligated to breathe a word about themselves, or to attend. Those who desire a copy of the final manuscript may request one at their leisure.

For myself, I distrust this place and its people; what manner of monarchs call upon untested children, even girls, to battle in a war they have no stake in? Pulls them sleeping from their beds?

[ His jaw clenches, but he'll tamp back on the tirade in the interest of efficiency. ]

Having been brought to the castle in the manner as I have, am for a short while reliant upon its goodwill. Given our shared circumstance, I believe that there are none we can afford to trust as much as each other. So, if you're willing, I beg you attend, if only to add your name and intentions to the lists, that others who intend likewise may reach out to you-- and you to them. There are few men or beasts that live long or successfully relying only upon themselves.

Good day to you.
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[Video]

[Staring straight into the camera devoid of any kind of expression, is the face of one painfully bored knight. She is adorned in that of a black suit, and feels regal in both appearance and bearing.

It appears she is sitting in a chair beside a window, wielding a lit cigar in her right hand.]


Good evening. My name is Sir Integra Hellsing. I am offering self defense courses for those who may find themselves interested. I am a knight, seasoned in both fencing and sharpshooting.

I encourage each and every one of you not to allow this opportunity to pass by. Thank you.

[With that, the feed cuts off.]