"Abandoned places. This is an abandoned place. No vampire would bury humans. Not the way they treat them alive," Desmond thought aloud. "The number twenty must stand for something and the other clue asks us for what his name is."

"Jessica, I suspect a clue is somewhere beneath us but I can't really be sure so can you try and sense the graves?" He asked the swordswoman. "We need to cover as much ground as we can. Abandoned places are most likely human venues the vampires don't normally use like graveyards." He turned to Marcus and Liss, relaying these words for all to hear but mainly nodded to them both.

"Alright, let me see... I'll look for anything unusual" Jessica withdrew her sword and took the handle tightly, then using a lot of strenght she stab it on the ground, the noise should be enough to let her spot eveything around her that's on the ground or under it.

The graveyard had a deathly feel to it. Well, considering there were dead people all around them of course it would! It didn't really affect Marcus since he had seen a lifetime of war and death. The group came up to a large tomb with the phrase, "What is my name," written on it. Was this the last riddle? Or was this more than just a riddle? What did the bloody message on the wall mean? There was definitely more to this than just some shot in the dark guess at the name of whomever might be inside of the tomb.

Marcus looked at Desmond and said, "I'm not the greatest with these things. I feel like we all need to split up to cover more ground, or at least travel in pairs. I think someone should look around here a bit."

Marcus bucked Liss up higher on his back as he stood there waiting for everyone to either agree or disagree with his plan. One thing was certain, time was running out.

Minister quietly followed the group from the shadows, keeping a close yet cautious eye on the adventurers. If they could solve this puzzle, he might be able to reach more unholy beings that required his justification. He crouched lower behind one of the tomb stones, careful to not make any noise and to keep himself invisible, atleast for the time being.

[OOC: Hooray, Veir is back! :D]

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Marcus looked at Desmond and said, "I'm not the greatest with these things. I feel like we all need to split up to cover more ground, or at least travel in pairs. I think someone should look around here a bit."

Marcus bucked Liss up higher on his back as he stood there waiting for everyone to either agree or disagree with his plan. One thing was certain, time was running out.

"We will Marcus," Desmond nodded as Jessica began to search the graves using her tremor sense. "And I agree. We should travel in groups. Although I don't know how to divide us. Take your pick as your away team but I will stay in the graveyard."

His hand danced lightly over the mossy, sometimes crumbling tops of tombstones, as he walked around to investigate. The sight of so many burials saddened him, as he knew that they were all for people and none for vampires as they were immortal. He stopped at a trio, consisting of a father, mother, and their child. Their only sin probably being that they couldn't provide enough blood to sate whatever master they were ordeaned to serve. His hand balled up and he pounded his fist on top of the stone, angered by it all. The count will suffer for what he did, Septimius grit his teeth and walked back to the group to hear the riddle and the count's warning.

We only have one try. he thought numbly, suddenly the memories of the past two riddles floated away, everything had just became more serious. "What is my name?" He murmurred and then listened in on what the others suggested. He turned to the man who could cover more land than any of them. "Boris, do you think you can collect enough birds to investigate the city?" He grimaced, if the clues weren't in the city, it would be underground. He didn't want to defile anyone's final resting place for the count's entertainment, but it would have to come to that in the end, they needed those feathers.

Boris's heart fell as the voice warned them of their only guess on this single riddle, What is my name?

This riddle seems too vague, but the voice of Count Draenor had convinced them to find clues around Ravenholt. Thanks to Septimius's suggestion, Boris whistled loudly and gathered as much avians as possible. A murder flies around him as they listened to his whistling, then scattered across the city like a swarm. Just hope they have enough time to find the answer.

There was more standing around than Marcus could handle. "Well then, time is running out. Lissette and I will head back to town to see if we can't find anywhere suspicious."

And with that the duo turned back and began to walk back to good ole jolly Ravenholt Square to further investigate the Count's warning. How are a bunch of stupid birds going to be able to find anything relevant?

"The necromancer had taken my amulet before my family held my funeral. The puzzle lock on the tomb door is only opened with the family crest. After we solve the final riddle, the possessions I was entombed with may be of use to the rest of the group. I did not defend Ravenholt with strength and sword alone." Ahriman considered the final riddle. "Lissette, is it possible that the man you freed might know about this odd tomb?"

Liss yawned on the back of her angel. Looking at Ahriman she then turned to peer at George. "Ya know you could ask George yourself." Smiling at ahri she turned to George. "Hey George? You know of any kind of tomb guys name? Specifically the one over there?" Pointing to the rock house big enough for one she playfully ripped Marcus' hood off his head. "We need some kind of lead."

George shook his head numbly, "The mighty riddle was never known to human kind."

As Jessica, Septimius and others began to investigate the tombstones, they began to notice there was some sort of pattern. As they looked at the headstones, they were shocked to see what was written upon them, and the numbers that accompanied them.

1. Van-Damme, The Curse
2. Desmond, The Murderer
3. Fluffy, The Betrayer
4. Marcus, The Outcast
5. Gabriel, The Crop Farmer
6. Helena, The Enchantress
7. Reana, The Feast
8. Jessica, The Tormented
9. Zhern, The Shadow
10. Kathrine, The Vampire Queen
11. Xanatos, The Werewolf Alpha
12. Nikita, The Warrior
13. Eno, The Bastard
14. Otael, The Ugly
15. Boris, The Coward
16. Platryathin, The Demon King
17. Qarn, The Mighty Kraken
18. You, The Hopeless
19. Lissette, The Runner
20. The Minister
21. Ignas, The Hunted
22. Septimius, The Shepard
23. Azuka, The Undead
24. Us, The Last Hope
25. Crowford, The Murdered
26. Worborrow, The Deserted

Meanwhile, as Boris' birds looked around the desolate wasteland, they found that there were many abandoned, or mostly abandoned areas they could look. There was the black smith's shop, the library, the old church, the old fisherman's shack, the saw mill, and the barn.

[OOC: You have no idea how this gave me chills, Boomy.]

Desmond's face darkened. The numerals that accompanied their names even came with titles -- his was murderer. The stitcher swallowed and backed away from his own grave marker. He looked to the rest, all whom with the same pattern. The graveyard was theirs.

"Jessica, Septimius," Desmond shook. Death was hounding them, his past crawled upwards from the dead soil up into his brain like thousands of bugs. His breaths came in rapid bursts but he tried to calm himself down.

Ghan came rushing in. Master! Focus on the task. Do not let the fear guide you.

The stitcher looked to his ally, his closest friend, and nodded. He tried to find what he needed and it struck him: 20.

"Guys," Desmond scrambled towards the tombstone where the number 20 was emblazoned on it. "Wasn't there a guy that helped us one time? Was it this guy?"

The stitcher pointed to the name on the grave marker: "The Minister."

OOC: I wish I could react to this properly, it gave me chills as well. Damn it Jessica...


As Jessica pointed the unusual tombstones and found out that they followed a sort of pattern. Suddenly her friends stood silent, "there's something written on the tombstones isn't it?...." she thought feeling a bit left behind. However, this feeling got draged away when she felt Desmond's heartbeats speed up way too fast.

Once he called her bame she went up to him immediately, sadly she can't answer his question but instead she took his hand that was still shaking slightly and tried to make him feel better "I think you guys keep forgeting that I can't read" she giggled a bit and continued "Is alright Desmond, you're not alone in this. Don't let yor past affect your future" she took his hand tightier after saying this to him with a warm smile. "So, what are we looking for again?..."

Desmond blinked that his hand was touched. Another contact so alien to him that it made him forget about the fear of his past. Instead it helped him focus.

"Jessica, the tombstones. Each have our name on it, a number corresponding to it and a title given to each...Yours is the 8th and title of Tormented," Desmond stated. He skirted away from talking about his own. "Whats interesting is the twentieth...The Minister. I was sure we had a person go by this name, he helped us through one of our ordeals but I can't picture him well. Do you remember him?"

The stitcher called to his friend. "Septimius! Do you remember 'The Minister'?"

Jessica said, kinda in a sad tone "Well I can't say that the title is not true... but I can say that I'm not alone anymore you all have helped me in one way or another to overcome my past... or at least face it in a better way than before. It keeps getting under my skin sometimes, but is good to know that you're not alone anymore" she turned her head ti Gabriel for a few seconds and then turned to Desmond once again as he spoke.

She answered his question " I do remmeber him, tho I'm afraid that he never said his name..." realising that they'll probably need his name to continue she added in a worried tone "What will we do if we don't have his name?..."