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((Kronid Dascalu - Progenitor Vampire - Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay over 18 (appears 31) - Absolute Bastard Ratman and Traveling Musician))

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Colombia, 1952

[sandinmyhair]

The village in the mountains near Medellín was nearly impossible to find--that is until the odd seismic event that carved a pass in the mountains. Now it was merely extremely difficult to find. But find it one could.

And if one found it, say, at night, one would find a vibrant little community that filled its streets with lamps because they aren't going to let something so prosaic as sundown put a damper on enjoying one another's company. Indeed, music and laughter wafted by on the sultry night air long after dark. It was bright and loud, and the brightest and loudest of the whole place was the giant house that stood atop a hill, overlooking the village like a medieval castle would have done centuries ago.

The village shimmered with an odd kind of magic that tickled the senses, and that sensation only grew stronger the closer one got to that house. It drew one in, the varied colours of its energies somehow weaving into a cohesive and almost mesmerising tapestry. Here was blue, a strong undercurrent, with red and orange and yellow dancing through it, blooms of purple, curls of teal, and a sinuous line of green. It was inviting, it was new, and it was powerful.

Anyone would want to explore it more closely.