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04-27-2014, 09:37 PM

Rules:

1. Keep it PG
2. No God-modding
3. Control only your character
4. No killing other people's characters without express permission
5. Yaoi/Yuri/Hetero romances are allowed, just keep it PG
6. Violence is allowed, just keep it PG
7. Please be semi-literate to literate
8. All races are allowed

[There are NPC employees that basically run the Inn, they are just marionettes, dolls more or less and they take care of all the mundane, typical inn running tasks. I.e. serving wenches, bartender, a cook, maid, etc.]

The Dusty Bat with it's quaint and friendly appearance sits on the road's edge. Though for all it's friendly and cozy appearance, dark rumors surround the Dusty Bat. Rumors of people going in and never being seen again and sometimes those who are seen again are changed, nothing but a mere shell of their former selves. Sometimes screams can be heard coming from the inn during the night. Perhaps the place is haunted by evil spirits, or maybe run by a demon? What if the innkeeper is a vampire, for he is never seen outside the establishment when the sun is up after all.

Though these are only a few of the rumors that surround the Dusty Bat, however rumors never seem to stop people from entering the establishment, if anything it spurs on more. People are curious, but not just the curious, also hunters of demons, banishers of dark spirits and skeptics alike enter and are welcomed at the Dusty Bat.

Have you come to find the truth to the rumors?

Virsat Andarias
A timid creature at best, his actual position in the Dusty Bat is rather unclear. Is he the proprietor? Perhaps just the innkeeper? Might he be the house keeper? Could this timid thing be responsible for the dark rumors? Whatever his role may be, he is always in the Dusty Bat and seldom ventures out of it's doors, especially when the sun is up.

Opening Post

There were people in the Dusty Bat, not a lot mind you. Just a few, and most had been here for a few days already. Perhaps the rumors that circulated were actually starting to frighten people away? It didn't matter, the people here now would keep his master fed for another week, but then what would happen if no one else came in? Surely others would come in, they always did, but whenever there was a lull, Virsat worried. He would be punished and his master would have to find a new means of luring in victims.

Once a person entered the Dusty Bat, the thought of leaving it usually didn't cross their mind anymore. The threshold was spelled, although it didn't work on everyone, it did work on almost everyone. They simply seemed to forget that they had a journey to finish, a home to return to. So they remained only to be devoured by some creature. A creature that Virsat was very fond of. His master, Virsat owed the creature a great deal and had been with him for a very long time. In fact there were very few memories in Virsat's head that didn't also involve this creature that was lord over him.

Virsat fed the creature all and any who entered the Inn and in return Virsat was rewarded with his master's blood. The vampire was addicted, had been since the first taste so long ago, though it was also the only blood he was allowed to take, and even if he hadn't been addicted, the thought of ever trying to break free of his master never would have occurred to him. Virsat knew very well that he simply could not survive on his own, he would starve or be slain.

This creature only ever revealed itself to it's victims, in their rooms at night when they lay down to sleep, and to Virsat. Though the vampire could always feel his master's presence, it lurked in the shadows, under tables and in dark crevices. It was never far from him, vicious and ravenous. The creature Virsat served was an eater of souls. Those lucky few, if they could be called lucky, that did manage to avoid the charm and did escape alive didn't usually escape completely whole. A partial soul, making them only shells of the person they had once been.

The vampire, Virsat, sat at a table, lightly tapping his fingers on the table top and just watching the few guests that were drinking and interacting with one another. Yes, there were only enough left for a week or so. Those red eyes moved across the room, there were tavern wenches and an actual innkeeper in this establishment, so Virsat needed not do any real work. Though the wenches and innkeeper were nothing more than animated dolls, with soulless eyes and empty smiles. This place was nothing more than a trap, a cage. A cage for Virsat as well as his master's intended victims.