#klivvik

Teyla Grey - Vampire

Inherited a title, keep and a small settlement when her sire wound up killed by a vampire hunter who had decided to come end his reign of tyranny. Surprisingly it seemed to be for the best; a young vampire looking to find her way in the world needed somewhere to stay and grow. Learning from her sire's mistakes she scrapped his cruel ways and started afresh. At first her people were naturally and rightfully worried, but soon, after multiple huge feasts, parties across town, meetings with the settlement's council and coming to a reasonable compromise on feeding, she became a respected Lord. In order to keep peace and not drink her town dry Teyla only requests human blood on a weekly basis, and only from healthy volunteers. In return for their generosity she'll assist them with their troubles often sharing wealth, medicine, food etc. For the rest of the week she pays the townsfolk to head out on a daily hunt and supply her with a fresh kill which she's happy to eat raw. The fresher the better.

Few times, when the occasional dire crime is committed by her people or outsiders, she'll take the criminal as a thrall, keeping them alive and using them as a continual food source. This isn't something the townsfolk or outsiders are privy to. All the locals know is that murderers and rapists and the worst of society go in and never come out. Outsiders seem to think that with a record breaking zero death penalties in the history of her reign that she's a soft ruler. Many aren't aware she's a vampire like her sire before her.

As a decent leader and more than likely the most powerful guarding force the settlement has, she's very wary of outsiders and aggressively protective. For all it's worth, her fairness to people doesn't extend beyond her walls. Teyla is quick to call suspicious visitors out and if they aren't recognised by the locals, summon them to her keep. Most are fine, just travelling through or lost. She feeds them, lets them rest and moves them along their way. Those with bad intentions tend to not leave.

Teyla's town is fairly wealthy, the residents are healthy and happy. The land is fertile, the crops sell well and the animals are well tended to. Crime is incredibly low. Unsurprisingly she barely brings any attention to herself from the vampire hunters as she avoids the trouble. But what with a few people missing in her area and rumours spreading that she is a vampire, the hunters have their curiosity piqued.

Fae - Dragonblood

Fae's linage runs all the way back to the ages of dragons which makes her a fairly rare breed in current times. Like her ancestors her skin is mostly covered in impenetrable scales. Her human blood has still given her some weak fleshy bits, but as natural selection works the scales she does have cover all of her human vulnerabilities making her incredibly difficult to kill and her kind infinitely valuable as warriors. Dragonbloods also inherited their ancestors' wisdom and can make great scholars and diplomats.

Fae unfortunately never really found much interest in any of her ancestors' innate gifts and wound up being somewhat of an infamous roamer. Sometimes she would take up mercenary jobs, earn some gold here and there, add it to her hoard. Dragonblood mercenaries being some of the best around. But in all she was never ambitious enough to make something of herself. As it goes, Fae's hobbies mostly revolved around 'kidnapping and eating maidens' and when accused of this in the village in which she'd finally been caught, she caused her own downfall by replying that 'she didn't kidnap them, but the rest is true' with a wink to the council. Not finding the joke particularly funny, Fae was sentenced to death for attempted murders, something which the local women she'd allegedly 'kidnapped' weren't pleased about and their husbands didn't seem to mind. Fae attended multiple of her own public executions; hanging, beheading, burning at the stake. In fact the village made quite a scene and attracted the attention of a local organisation. After the village council had finished making a fool of themselves, when the organisation said they'd take Fae off their hands and put her to good use they simply turned her over and swore to forget about the troublesome Dragonblood. They'd only said they were a religious organisation, much to Fae's dismay. They failed to mention being vampire hunters until she was within their walls which was infinitely cooler.

The head of the organisation was a dreary old fellow and he did as he promised, putting the Dragonblood to good use. Very strict, especially about letting the Dragon anywhere near local women so it didn't come to much of a surprise when he sent her on a reconnaissance mission to a nearby town ruled over by a new Vampire Lord to keep her busy.

Caerthys, Klivvik and Phenriel - Woodland Folk

Surrounding Teyla's settlement lies a vibrant forest full of wildlife, flora and fauna making it very secluded. The woods itself is ruled over by an ancient forest spirit, Phenriel. She's something of a mystery and rarely shows herself, especially not in the same form. More often than not she is the leaves and wind and water, eyes and ears all over the first. Other times she manifests as a humanoid of wood and bark, leaves and flowers. Few have directly communicated with her, but the local hunters pray and make offerings to her regularly. The forest spirit is specifically a local deity, often included in their daily worship and they extend their harvest prayers out to her as well.

For the days when Phenriel wants to spend her time in nature, she has her accomplices. 

Caerthys is a young forest spirit in comparison, only learning the magic and knowledge that her teacher has known for ages. She studies under the watchful eyes of Phenriel so that she can become a guardian of the woods too. Klivvik is another forest spirit, much older than Caerthys but still young compared to Phenriel. They manifest them self as a Jackelope spirit. While still under the care of the forest spirit herself, Klivvik is a guardian in their own right, defending the forest at all times and caring for it's wildlife. They and Caerthys are inseparable and often make runs into the town to use their magic and spread Phenriel's own magic.

The woodland trinity often speak with the vampire Lord and give her council for her people. Although the different magics do not mix, the forest folk and the vampire are close and look out for each other where they must, keeping the hunt alive and keeping the people happy and troublemakers out.

(Julieta) Varyllis - Werewolf

The beautiful trophy wife of a local Lord who she has no intention of letting live for too long. She's a morally conflicted person with one side that tries to be decent and the other that is her werewolf. The maniacal, blood-lusting beast. Her husband is completely aware of her magical affliction and uses her as a deterrent for criminals and warmongers. She's not fond of it. 

She’d definitely seen it plain as the noon sun, despite being caught unawares. The young Necromancer plodding beside had her attention drawn - and not subtly - towards a heavily armored Sylvari woman, helm tucked beneath her arm as she browsed the Archive shelves. Caerthys waited for her head to turn back and towards herself, startled.

“Who’s that, Blossom?”

A deep gold blush had quickly spread across her face and down her neck causing the warrior to chuckle. With a wave, the necromancer silently dismissed the question, but Caerthys nudged her playfully.

“I-I don’t know.”

A sound of satisfaction left the elder’s mouth before she took her own look over at the figure who was now reaching for some books on a higher shelf. Ateyla had decided to plaster her vision on the ground in front of her, but the obvious flickering of her eyes towards the armored woman could still be caught.

“This isn’t happening,” she grumbled under her breath, hands coming up to cover her face, “Thorns, this is not happening now.”

“Looks like it is, Blossom.”

“Caerthys, please.”

The warrior was already on her feet, off towards the mystery Sylvari before she could even react. She reached outwards, hoping to catch onto a piece of armor, to stop her mentor from doing something silly, but she missed and her arms thudded loudly on the desk they’d perched at. 

Not before turning back and pulling a face at her Sapling, Caerthys leaned playfully into the stranger’s view, grinning broadly.

Brambles how she wished she could hear what Caerthys was saying.

Probably could have read her lips.

But thorns, brambles, prickles and vines she was distracted by that face.

Too distracted apparently, because as she decided to take her leave and escape that face was facing her and Caerthys was beckoning her over and Spirits, Gods, Pale Mother she was coming over.

She was going to faint.

“Magister Grey, this is Faerylie, transferred to the Priory from the Vigil recently. She’s interested in certain magic. I said you could help her research.”

Ateyla’s mouth opened and she blinked a few times. And then this Faerylie laughed and there was no hope. She was tall. She was carrying a big hammer on her back. She had books. Ateyla gripped the edge of the desk a little.

“Yes. Probably could,” she spluttered out hopelessly.

“Your friend here spoke pretty highly of you too. A lot of practice and experience in various magical paths.”

Caerthys’ grin was wicked and the necromancer swallowed hard, attempting to regain her composure.

“Mostly necromancy but...” a moment was needed to gather her thoughts away from how nice this Sylvari...was. All over, “But I’m sure I can be of assistance?”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Faerylie replied with a smile, and Ateyla couldn’t help but hope that maybe, perhaps, it was just a little tiny bit suggestive, “But I have to finish some registration with the Steward. Where can I find you later?”

What? “Yes,” Ateyla shook her head a little, trying to ignore Caerthys laugh, “Apologies, I spend most of my time down here,” she gestured lightly to the office in the corner, other hand still propping her up on the desk, “Just drop on by. Any time.”

“Any time. Alright. Thanks for your help, Magister Grey.”

There was a moment of silence. Caerthys politely held her laughter until the other was out of ear shot, Ateyla taking a moment to watch her walk away and catch herself, turning sharply towards Caerthys and frowning.

Before a word could leave either of their mouths, a sharp cough sounded behind them and an amuse Klivvik leaned in.

“That looked like an interesting encounter.”

“How much did you see?”