Jan: Okay, maybe you were right about me liking you. Well-- more than that. L-loving you...at least for longer than the fifteen years you've been here.

In the early hours of the morning, Qetsiyah had been violently shaken from from her slumber, vases and mirrors having shattered and Kol awakened her scream induced by haunting and chilling nightmares, flashes of light, sounds, emotions all serving to ingrain a certain level of fear into the woman whom refused to allow herself to be shaken on a regular basis. And of which only served to cause her stress and worry as the proceeding night, with it's dragging fog and chilling air, had seemed ominous in it's own right.

Kol had long left the hotel hours earlier with the intention of going after the Gilbert boy but as time ticked by a certain energy electrifying the air had proceeded to raise alarm. Someone was using the darkest of magic and she felt she knew exactly whom it was. It would be not even a quarter past the hour later that a sudden feeling of intense pain and emotion would overcome her the likes of which could be described as even greater then the blade that stabbed her in the back all those years ago, bringing her to the floor as visions of heat and flame passed through her. Forced by her own power to witness her lovers demise just as he had her centuries previous.

"No, it can not.. no." She spoke to the air as she fell, the realization of what must of happened to Kol overcoming her as her eyes drifted to the wall where he had thrown the stake the night before realizing with horror that he had taken it with him. (Her connection to Kol being more profound as she had used her magic to bind them together in an effort to protect him, something that would allow her to rise him.) Either out of shock or something else she rose, slowly, her mind, emotions confused as she began grabbing supplies she had collected, soon fleeing the hotel.

It would be less then thirty minutes later when she would find the Gilbert house, walking toward it, every step feeling as if it weighted a hundred pounds she neared closer to the haunting image that would be ingrained in her mind forever. Finally she entered, being met with the eyes of Niklaus before she quickly rose her hand, muttered a few words and using her magic to bring him to unconsciousness.

And then she turned...

She forced herself to look toward Kol's lifeless and partially burned body, vines visible, charred clothing, the smell of ash... and before she even realized what she was doing the bag had slipped from her grip, spilling candles and various other items across the floor in a scattered mess as her hands came to grip her midsection as if to hold herself together, tears falling, tears she hated herself for just as in this moment she hated him for making her care for him, she hated him for making her love when she had vowed never to love again after Silas.

"Why did you have to be such an idiot? Why did you have to.." She stopped as her voice broke and she let herself fall to the ground next to him, onto her knees and reaching out to move a piece of hair from his darkened face. "You fool! You blasted, stupid fool!" She screamed at him. "Why did you have to make me care.. why did you have to make me love you so much if.." She cut off, trying to regain come level of composure of herself. For this was not her, she did not express emotion like this, she did not let herself become so overcome like this.. and yet here she was, color drained from her face and hands shaking as a sudden fear of her not being strong enough to preform this ritual took root in her mind before she took a gasping breath and shoved it back out.

She would spend the next ten or so minutes creating a magic circle and placing certain items in various spots, moving Niklaus closer to channel energy through him, he might feel weaker then usual but it was necessary for the ritual with the lack of certain other things. Using a spelled knife she slit her arm allowing blood to both drip over Kol's body and into his mouth as she began to chant, color further draining from her, if that was possible, as her focus became harder and yet she continued. Blood began to drip from her nose and she grew weaker as even with this powerful dark magic a ritual of this magnitude held a toll. What seemed like a wind came through the house, a few windows shattering just after it and she gasp of something close to pain came over her before Kol's body would begin to heal and his essence return to it, her stating one word before falling hard to the floor next to him.

Plot Prompt: Silas Rising.

Real Life Time Span: 31 January- 31 February 2013. (Subject to possible time extension.)

RP Time Span: One Week.

Who is involved: RPG Wide.

Notes: While this is the overall current plot point of the RPG there will still be past roleplays and smaller one on one/group interactions being played out during this time to help establish the characters within this plot. The overall plot prompt is a guideline designed to keep the storyline moving and to give a general cohesive plotline to follow rpg wide.

In the wake of Elena becoming a vampire and with rumors of a cure for vampirism running rampant within the supernatural community, both friends and foes have been found inserting themselves into the politics and social infrastructure of the town of Fells Church and some have found that they might just be pawns in a much bigger plan. There are some whom wish to prevent the rising of Silas while others seek to bring about his awakening, but what no one realizes is that there is a much deeper game at play, one at the very heart of light and darkness; with emotions high, vampires, werewolves, hybrids, and witches running rampant, and the balance further being disturbed by a resurrection spell, the stakes have just risen to new extremes as Silas lays in wait, his inner motivations unknown and biding his time to unleash a new time of reckoning upon the world, a two thousand year reflection causing him to seek to restore a balance that was never meant to be altered to begin with, or, at least that’s what he would like everyone to believe...

Events:

The Devil's Lament: As everyone works toward finding the cure, Elena and her friends devise a plan to both reduce Jeremy's danger level and complete his Hunter's mark. The plan? Kill Kol Mikaelson. But what no one realized was that Kol too had allies, powerful allies and the Original Family will not take too kindly to their brother's death, even if he is brought back by Qetsiyah soon after his demise. This event is the RPG Opening Event and will begin just after the 'death' of Kol. Elena and company meeting at the Salvatore boarding house and Niklaus being found and released by Qetsiyah. The question is, can everyone make it out of Mystic Falls alive?

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