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<blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 8848316" data-attributes="member: 11760"><p><strong>Antarctica, 2022</strong></p><p></p><p>And the years went by.</p><p></p><p>Julian and I had another falling out, and it became clear our relationship over the centuries to come would be like this: A few decades together, and then decades or centuries of estrangement before reconciling once more.</p><p></p><p>Meresankh did visit and we behaved like young lovers for a few years, memorably celebrating the turn of the millennium in multiple cities on one heady, jet-set night. And then, one moment, she was gone again, leaving me a note written cheekily in hieroglyphics that I had to get a very confused Egyptologist to help me translate.</p><p></p><p>I was alone again, in a world slowly filling up with vampires, but who largely kept their distance from me. Although I have never focused on it much, over the centuries, my abilities have grown ever stronger. They are not, I regret, the strengths Hollywood would have given me, although I'm told the Roman branch of our family tree -- the Lupi di Roma -- possess some of that, as do those descended from the Sibiu school. But I am incredibly hard to kill. Stronger, more durable, more resilient than any mortal being ever could be.</p><p></p><p>And I am resilient in my aloneness. Where once, I know, I feared loneliness, and am still aware that there are those I loved deeply who are long lost to me, even if I cannot remember their names, like feeling the gap where a tooth once was with my tongue, today, I am fine. I have found a balance that Carnutes never did. Perhaps he would have, if he had lived.</p><p></p><p>So now, I am following in Meresankh's footsteps, literally and metaphorically, and seeing the world. The "cougar city" she once spoke of is now ruins in the South American jungle, but I have come to the far end of the Earth to see green fire in the sky.</p><p></p><p>It is difficult, but impossible, to be alone in Antarctica. All the methods of reaching it include warnings about its dangers and hostility. I could not step off of a cruise ship and walk into the wilderness without causing an international incident. Nor could I join a research expedition and do the same.</p><p></p><p>But money and power can purchase the services of those who are less scrupulous. In the free port of Punta Arenas, I found a ship willing to drop me off and, in return for even more money upon delivery, pick me up when I called them back with my satellite phone.</p><p></p><p>We sailed along the eastern coast of the Antarctic Peninsula. Although standing there, too, would have meant visiting Antarctica proper, something in me wanted to explore the interior of the continent on foot. The <em>Petrel</em> dropped me as close as they dared to the great ice sheets where the eastern peninsula met the rising land.</p><p></p><p>They watched me walk away, into the Antarctic winter night, under-dressed by mortal standards, clearly never expecting to hear from me again, although I expected the promise of a million dollars would keep them waiting by the phone.</p><p></p><p>This far from cities and the masses of humans, the sky was brilliantly lit with stars, with the Milky Way seeming to hang just feet over my head. To the west, there was an orange glow where a volcano on Deception Island lit the sky. But I was headed inland, my feet crunching on dirt and ice and snow that had been stepped on by hundreds, perhaps thousands of humans and untold millions of penguins.</p><p></p><p>Beyond that, though, and I was quickly in a place where previous travelers dropped into the hundreds, and then dozens.</p><p></p><p>I had fed deeply before leaving Chile, but the truth is, my need for human blood had been declining for more than a century. I could go long periods without feeding, unless I was injured or had been involved in strenuous supernatural activity. After Julian and I had raided Schloss Karnstein, we had fed on more than a dozen of the surviving guards, just to refuel for the flight home to Las Vegas.</p><p></p><p>But I did not expect any problems here in Antarctica, so long as I was gone before the 24 hours of polar summer days here began. I could exist, in peace and safety, almost indefinitely, my body having reached some sort of state of equilibrium. Perhaps it was the final state of a vampire's being. I do not know. There are, unfortunately, very few of us this old one can ask, and most of them are mad in some fashion or another.</p><p></p><p>I walked, one foot in front of another, toward the South Pole. There was a permanent base there, and had been for decades, so I would not approach close enough to be spotted by those stationed at Amundsen–Scott. After that, I might head to the so-called South Pole of Inaccessibility, supposedly the most remote place on Earth for humans to reach.</p><p></p><p>Walking 24 hours a day, it would take me about two weeks to reach the South Pole.</p><p></p><p>Although there were wisps of it earlier, about six days in, the aurora australis put on the most spectacular display, filling the sky with waving curtains of green, with hints of red, pink and even yellow. Although I now know what Meresankh centuries before did not, about solar particles and magnetic fields, it was hard to not feel that I was in the presence of something mystical, even a sign of a greater intelligence, there in this empty, ancient land.</p><p></p><p>That feeling was not lessened by the great earthquake that vibrated the snow and almost knocked me off my feet as the lights faded, hours later. Once relatively quiet, seismically, earthquakes have been growing in numbers in Antarctica in recent years, possibly due to increased volcanic activity or the globe's dramatic warming in the last few days.</p><p></p><p>Once the shaking stopped, I got my bearings once again and continued on to the pole.</p><p></p><p>Three days later, in the blowing snow, I heard a woman calling my name.</p><p></p><p>As I turned to see who it could be, the snow opened up underneath my feet.</p><p></p><p>It was a sudden shock, crashing through ice and snow and ice again and then into pitch-black liquid water, falling quickly into what felt like a mix of earth and ice that had been sheared in two. I was no danger of drowning, and was able to keep my head and claw at the rough walls I slid between as I descended. The water was incredibly cold, but above freezing, and felt slightly warmer below than above -- perhaps there was volcanic activity somewhere below me.</p><p></p><p>And then, I stopped, wedged into rock too thin for me to escape from. Looking up, I could see no hint of light and, even with eyes supernaturally prepared for the dark, could not see far enough above me to see a route out.</p><p></p><p>But I had to try.</p><p></p><p>No longer worrying about what the crew of The <em>Petrel</em> might think -- I felt the bag with my satellite phone ripped off of me as I had plummeted downwards -- I dug my claws through my mittens and into the walls on either side of me and pulled myself upwards.</p><p></p><p>I was moving, but slowly, and already I could feel the temperature of the water dropping precipitously. Whatever had melted the water -- a volcano, the friction from shearing earth during an earthquake -- was no longer heating it up, and the water was quickly freezing in the negative 63 Celsius temperatures.</p><p></p><p>I began to have to crack through the ice above me, and falling rock, as I ascended, and my progress began to quickly slow, even as I realized that my body temperature -- typically air temperature except when I had recently fed -- was rapidly dropping as well. I had been clearly using on the blood of Argentines to keep me warm during this journey, but now, I was running out, just as I needed a big reserve of energy to get myself free.</p><p></p><p>Meters of progress turned to centimeters and, in as much time as it takes to tell it, millimeters. And then nothing.</p><p></p><p>I was stuck, a frozen corpse inside a frozen vein of water buried hundreds of meters under the Antarctica ground and ice.</p><p></p><p>But I was conscious.</p><p></p><p>Hanging there, frozen in the darkness, I heard my name called again. Although I could not turn my head, visions swam before my eternally open eyes.</p><p></p><p>A fair-haired woman in medieval dress appeared before me, speaking to me in what I know must have been medieval French, but I could understand none of her words.</p><p></p><p>Then a raven-haired woman, also a Frenchwoman, but dressed in blacks and reds, appeared before me, smiling, speaking to me fondly, with a disappointed pout, again with words I could not understand.</p><p></p><p>And then Meresankh, dressed as though we were still on the beach in El Nido, ancient surgical scars over her left breast and on her stomach visible as she was wearing her bikini and silky wrap, reached out as if to touch my face, fingers stopping just short of reaching me. There was fondness in her eyes, but also reproach, and although I could not understand her words, I knew she was gently scolding me for something.</p><p></p><p>Finally, I was alone once more, suspended and lost, my tracks many meters above me being filled in.</p><p></p><p>I am now stuck here, waiting for however many centuries it will take for someone to dig me up or for the next volcano to melt the ice again or for global warming to eventually turn Antarctica green once again.</p><p></p><p>Alone in the dark.</p><p></p><p>Da solo nel buio.</p><p></p><p>Alleine im Dunkeln.</p><p></p><p>Sozinho no escuro.</p><p></p><p>Seul dans le noir.</p><p></p><p>Seul.</p><p>[spoiler="Character sheet"]Prompt 65 + 10 - 1 = Prompt 74</p><p></p><p><em>Prompt: You are physically trapped in a place from which you will never be rescued. What do you think about for the first thousand years? The game is over.</em></p><p></p><p><strong>William French III</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Skills</strong>:</p><p>Bloodthirsty (checked);</p><p>Knows the secrets of killing vampires (checked);</p><p>I control the beast (checked);</p><p>Skilled merchant (checked);</p><p>Cook Portuguese seafood dishes;</p><p>Knowledge of vampire anatomy (checked);</p><p>I can draw the shadows in around myself, creating supernatural hiding spaces (checked);</p><p>Visionary (checked);</p><p></p><p><strong>Resources</strong>:</p><p>Diary: A leather-bound German-made ledger book</p><p>Allied with the Piagnoni, a 17th century group of Italian vampire hunters</p><p>An English shipping company, based in Southampton</p><p>Joint custody of a gambling empire in Las Vegas and Macau</p><p>10,000 shares of IBM stock</p><p>10,000 shares of General Electric stock</p><p>Meresankh's ever-beating heart</p><p></p><p><strong>Characters</strong>:</p><p>Juião/Julian Black/Junior: a Portuguese orphan turned my servant turned vampire (immortal);</p><p>Meresankh, an ancient Egyptian queen who has lived 3,000 years as of 1472, and whose still-living heart I have in my possession (immortal);</p><p></p><p><strong>Marks</strong>: My eyes cannot stand bright light and I have to remain in shadows at all times; my touch is fatal to plants;</p><p></p><p><strong>Memories (five, up to three Experiences each)</strong>:</p><p>1. I am Wilhelm Black: Julian, now a violent enforcer of the Nachtvolk, gifts me an ever-beating heart; Meresankh, the immortal woman whose heart that is, confronts me in Florence, but allows me to keep it in my safe-keeping for now; unknown buyers purchase the heart (hidden inside a bronze Renaissance sculpture) through Julian.</p><p>2. I am Guglielmo Nero: After Florentine banks collapse during the 100 Years War, I move my banking operations from Cologne to Florence; poisoned by Averardo de' Medici, I wake up in Florence 100 years later, the Itzigs dead, my banking empire dismantled in my absence; setting myself up in Florence, I come to own and operate out of a fencing school.</p><p>3. I am Guglielmo Nero: I awake in the rubble of my Florentine fencing school, war having destroyed the building; I traveled the Ottoman Empire, searching for the origins of vampires before being sent to Cyprus on a mysterious errand, and there I erected a magical structure atop Mt. Olympus; I ally with an Italian vampire hunter to kill Averardo de' Medici, the vampire ruler of Florence.</p><p>4. I am William French: Fleeing a vampire war in Europe, I run a shipping business ferrying colonists from England to the New World, preying upon them during our voyages; we discover that a pair of European vampires are behind the purchase of Meresankh's heart and attack their Austrian castle and take it back, before dropping the heart into the Challenger Deep;</p><p>5. I am Will French: After centuries apart, Julian finds me in Las Vegas, where I am now a casino magnate and we merge our Las Vegas and Macau gaming empires; estranged from Julian again, I take a solo trip to Antarctica, to see the Southern Lights once described to me by Meresankh, but become trapped beneath the ice after a volcano liquefies the water and rock beneath me.</p><p></p><p><strong>Diary (four memories, up to three Experiences each)</strong></p><p>1: I am Guilliame d'Orléans: The night the other (DAMAGED) were burned alive, Carnutes fed upon me as I screamed in pitch black darkness; I confront Carnutes about him making me a vampire and he confesses he did it out of loneliness and tells me I will suffer in the same way some day; Carnutes possessed Raum and led the Archbishop of Tours' men to try and killed me -- but I used the Spear of Aeolius and killed Raum and Carnutes instead.</p><p>2: I am Guilliame d'Orléans: I rescue a dark-haired girl from attack and Constansia pledges herself to me, believing me to be a servant of Satan, and we soon wed; Constansia conducts her Satanic rituals and summons a demon, Raum, to serve me in the form of a raven;</p><p>3: I am le Passeur or "the Frenchman": The Portuguese (DAMAGED) Juião helps me after I am burned by sunlight, unafraid of my supernatural nature, and I take him in as my servant; Juião teaches me to cook with the seafood I catch underwater; at his urging, I prey on (DAMAGED) as I tend to them.</p><p>4: 1: I am Wilhelm Black: Brought into the society of the Nachtvolk of Cologne, I watched their leader slowly dismember a vampire, leaving him alive for hours, just in agony; with the help of the mortal Itzig family, I become a rich merchant, with investments across Europe.</p><p>[/spoiler]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Whizbang Dustyboots, post: 8848316, member: 11760"] [B]Antarctica, 2022[/B] And the years went by. Julian and I had another falling out, and it became clear our relationship over the centuries to come would be like this: A few decades together, and then decades or centuries of estrangement before reconciling once more. Meresankh did visit and we behaved like young lovers for a few years, memorably celebrating the turn of the millennium in multiple cities on one heady, jet-set night. And then, one moment, she was gone again, leaving me a note written cheekily in hieroglyphics that I had to get a very confused Egyptologist to help me translate. I was alone again, in a world slowly filling up with vampires, but who largely kept their distance from me. Although I have never focused on it much, over the centuries, my abilities have grown ever stronger. They are not, I regret, the strengths Hollywood would have given me, although I'm told the Roman branch of our family tree -- the Lupi di Roma -- possess some of that, as do those descended from the Sibiu school. But I am incredibly hard to kill. Stronger, more durable, more resilient than any mortal being ever could be. And I am resilient in my aloneness. Where once, I know, I feared loneliness, and am still aware that there are those I loved deeply who are long lost to me, even if I cannot remember their names, like feeling the gap where a tooth once was with my tongue, today, I am fine. I have found a balance that Carnutes never did. Perhaps he would have, if he had lived. So now, I am following in Meresankh's footsteps, literally and metaphorically, and seeing the world. The "cougar city" she once spoke of is now ruins in the South American jungle, but I have come to the far end of the Earth to see green fire in the sky. It is difficult, but impossible, to be alone in Antarctica. All the methods of reaching it include warnings about its dangers and hostility. I could not step off of a cruise ship and walk into the wilderness without causing an international incident. Nor could I join a research expedition and do the same. But money and power can purchase the services of those who are less scrupulous. In the free port of Punta Arenas, I found a ship willing to drop me off and, in return for even more money upon delivery, pick me up when I called them back with my satellite phone. We sailed along the eastern coast of the Antarctic Peninsula. Although standing there, too, would have meant visiting Antarctica proper, something in me wanted to explore the interior of the continent on foot. The [I]Petrel[/I] dropped me as close as they dared to the great ice sheets where the eastern peninsula met the rising land. They watched me walk away, into the Antarctic winter night, under-dressed by mortal standards, clearly never expecting to hear from me again, although I expected the promise of a million dollars would keep them waiting by the phone. This far from cities and the masses of humans, the sky was brilliantly lit with stars, with the Milky Way seeming to hang just feet over my head. To the west, there was an orange glow where a volcano on Deception Island lit the sky. But I was headed inland, my feet crunching on dirt and ice and snow that had been stepped on by hundreds, perhaps thousands of humans and untold millions of penguins. Beyond that, though, and I was quickly in a place where previous travelers dropped into the hundreds, and then dozens. I had fed deeply before leaving Chile, but the truth is, my need for human blood had been declining for more than a century. I could go long periods without feeding, unless I was injured or had been involved in strenuous supernatural activity. After Julian and I had raided Schloss Karnstein, we had fed on more than a dozen of the surviving guards, just to refuel for the flight home to Las Vegas. But I did not expect any problems here in Antarctica, so long as I was gone before the 24 hours of polar summer days here began. I could exist, in peace and safety, almost indefinitely, my body having reached some sort of state of equilibrium. Perhaps it was the final state of a vampire's being. I do not know. There are, unfortunately, very few of us this old one can ask, and most of them are mad in some fashion or another. I walked, one foot in front of another, toward the South Pole. There was a permanent base there, and had been for decades, so I would not approach close enough to be spotted by those stationed at Amundsen–Scott. After that, I might head to the so-called South Pole of Inaccessibility, supposedly the most remote place on Earth for humans to reach. Walking 24 hours a day, it would take me about two weeks to reach the South Pole. Although there were wisps of it earlier, about six days in, the aurora australis put on the most spectacular display, filling the sky with waving curtains of green, with hints of red, pink and even yellow. Although I now know what Meresankh centuries before did not, about solar particles and magnetic fields, it was hard to not feel that I was in the presence of something mystical, even a sign of a greater intelligence, there in this empty, ancient land. That feeling was not lessened by the great earthquake that vibrated the snow and almost knocked me off my feet as the lights faded, hours later. Once relatively quiet, seismically, earthquakes have been growing in numbers in Antarctica in recent years, possibly due to increased volcanic activity or the globe's dramatic warming in the last few days. Once the shaking stopped, I got my bearings once again and continued on to the pole. Three days later, in the blowing snow, I heard a woman calling my name. As I turned to see who it could be, the snow opened up underneath my feet. It was a sudden shock, crashing through ice and snow and ice again and then into pitch-black liquid water, falling quickly into what felt like a mix of earth and ice that had been sheared in two. I was no danger of drowning, and was able to keep my head and claw at the rough walls I slid between as I descended. The water was incredibly cold, but above freezing, and felt slightly warmer below than above -- perhaps there was volcanic activity somewhere below me. And then, I stopped, wedged into rock too thin for me to escape from. Looking up, I could see no hint of light and, even with eyes supernaturally prepared for the dark, could not see far enough above me to see a route out. But I had to try. No longer worrying about what the crew of The [I]Petrel[/I] might think -- I felt the bag with my satellite phone ripped off of me as I had plummeted downwards -- I dug my claws through my mittens and into the walls on either side of me and pulled myself upwards. I was moving, but slowly, and already I could feel the temperature of the water dropping precipitously. Whatever had melted the water -- a volcano, the friction from shearing earth during an earthquake -- was no longer heating it up, and the water was quickly freezing in the negative 63 Celsius temperatures. I began to have to crack through the ice above me, and falling rock, as I ascended, and my progress began to quickly slow, even as I realized that my body temperature -- typically air temperature except when I had recently fed -- was rapidly dropping as well. I had been clearly using on the blood of Argentines to keep me warm during this journey, but now, I was running out, just as I needed a big reserve of energy to get myself free. Meters of progress turned to centimeters and, in as much time as it takes to tell it, millimeters. And then nothing. I was stuck, a frozen corpse inside a frozen vein of water buried hundreds of meters under the Antarctica ground and ice. But I was conscious. Hanging there, frozen in the darkness, I heard my name called again. Although I could not turn my head, visions swam before my eternally open eyes. A fair-haired woman in medieval dress appeared before me, speaking to me in what I know must have been medieval French, but I could understand none of her words. Then a raven-haired woman, also a Frenchwoman, but dressed in blacks and reds, appeared before me, smiling, speaking to me fondly, with a disappointed pout, again with words I could not understand. And then Meresankh, dressed as though we were still on the beach in El Nido, ancient surgical scars over her left breast and on her stomach visible as she was wearing her bikini and silky wrap, reached out as if to touch my face, fingers stopping just short of reaching me. There was fondness in her eyes, but also reproach, and although I could not understand her words, I knew she was gently scolding me for something. Finally, I was alone once more, suspended and lost, my tracks many meters above me being filled in. I am now stuck here, waiting for however many centuries it will take for someone to dig me up or for the next volcano to melt the ice again or for global warming to eventually turn Antarctica green once again. Alone in the dark. Da solo nel buio. Alleine im Dunkeln. Sozinho no escuro. Seul dans le noir. Seul. [spoiler="Character sheet"]Prompt 65 + 10 - 1 = Prompt 74 [I]Prompt: You are physically trapped in a place from which you will never be rescued. What do you think about for the first thousand years? The game is over.[/I] [B]William French III Skills[/B]: Bloodthirsty (checked); Knows the secrets of killing vampires (checked); I control the beast (checked); Skilled merchant (checked); Cook Portuguese seafood dishes; Knowledge of vampire anatomy (checked); I can draw the shadows in around myself, creating supernatural hiding spaces (checked); Visionary (checked); [B]Resources[/B]: Diary: A leather-bound German-made ledger book Allied with the Piagnoni, a 17th century group of Italian vampire hunters An English shipping company, based in Southampton Joint custody of a gambling empire in Las Vegas and Macau 10,000 shares of IBM stock 10,000 shares of General Electric stock Meresankh's ever-beating heart [B]Characters[/B]: Juião/Julian Black/Junior: a Portuguese orphan turned my servant turned vampire (immortal); Meresankh, an ancient Egyptian queen who has lived 3,000 years as of 1472, and whose still-living heart I have in my possession (immortal); [B]Marks[/B]: My eyes cannot stand bright light and I have to remain in shadows at all times; my touch is fatal to plants; [B]Memories (five, up to three Experiences each)[/B]: 1. I am Wilhelm Black: Julian, now a violent enforcer of the Nachtvolk, gifts me an ever-beating heart; Meresankh, the immortal woman whose heart that is, confronts me in Florence, but allows me to keep it in my safe-keeping for now; unknown buyers purchase the heart (hidden inside a bronze Renaissance sculpture) through Julian. 2. I am Guglielmo Nero: After Florentine banks collapse during the 100 Years War, I move my banking operations from Cologne to Florence; poisoned by Averardo de' Medici, I wake up in Florence 100 years later, the Itzigs dead, my banking empire dismantled in my absence; setting myself up in Florence, I come to own and operate out of a fencing school. 3. I am Guglielmo Nero: I awake in the rubble of my Florentine fencing school, war having destroyed the building; I traveled the Ottoman Empire, searching for the origins of vampires before being sent to Cyprus on a mysterious errand, and there I erected a magical structure atop Mt. Olympus; I ally with an Italian vampire hunter to kill Averardo de' Medici, the vampire ruler of Florence. 4. I am William French: Fleeing a vampire war in Europe, I run a shipping business ferrying colonists from England to the New World, preying upon them during our voyages; we discover that a pair of European vampires are behind the purchase of Meresankh's heart and attack their Austrian castle and take it back, before dropping the heart into the Challenger Deep; 5. I am Will French: After centuries apart, Julian finds me in Las Vegas, where I am now a casino magnate and we merge our Las Vegas and Macau gaming empires; estranged from Julian again, I take a solo trip to Antarctica, to see the Southern Lights once described to me by Meresankh, but become trapped beneath the ice after a volcano liquefies the water and rock beneath me. [B]Diary (four memories, up to three Experiences each)[/B] 1: I am Guilliame d'Orléans: The night the other (DAMAGED) were burned alive, Carnutes fed upon me as I screamed in pitch black darkness; I confront Carnutes about him making me a vampire and he confesses he did it out of loneliness and tells me I will suffer in the same way some day; Carnutes possessed Raum and led the Archbishop of Tours' men to try and killed me -- but I used the Spear of Aeolius and killed Raum and Carnutes instead. 2: I am Guilliame d'Orléans: I rescue a dark-haired girl from attack and Constansia pledges herself to me, believing me to be a servant of Satan, and we soon wed; Constansia conducts her Satanic rituals and summons a demon, Raum, to serve me in the form of a raven; 3: I am le Passeur or "the Frenchman": The Portuguese (DAMAGED) Juião helps me after I am burned by sunlight, unafraid of my supernatural nature, and I take him in as my servant; Juião teaches me to cook with the seafood I catch underwater; at his urging, I prey on (DAMAGED) as I tend to them. 4: 1: I am Wilhelm Black: Brought into the society of the Nachtvolk of Cologne, I watched their leader slowly dismember a vampire, leaving him alive for hours, just in agony; with the help of the mortal Itzig family, I become a rich merchant, with investments across Europe. 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