OOC- Like the bar but improved. No violence allowed. The bouncer is an orc in all deadric armor with a battle axe and all his stats at 10000. He will kill you in 1 hit.
The club has a bar,training room, swimming pool,restaurant,top class bedrooms, it is 3 storys, it also has a lab, dancehall, and shop that sells everything.
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Thomas entered the club. He went to the swimming pool and took a dip.

Sierrah walks in and sits at the bar.

Urik enters, statuesque and powerful.

His image was ruined when he moved to the bar, for the sole purpose of getting smashed.

Laraine slinks in. She has her cloak and mask donned, and is nigh unrecognizable, save that her frail form betrays her gender.
She moves silently in the shadows, then sits down at the bar. She orders an empty goblet, which is placed before her.
Laraine reaches into her cloak and produces a vial. It is heavy glass, containing a burgundy liquid. She pours the contents of the vial into the goblet, slipping the container back into her robes. She lifts her mask enough to drink, and sips at the "mysterious" fluid.

Vidar enters the bar, Svafa was at his side. Vidar was not exactly happy to be there, but his darling wife insisted that they go. The two sit in a corner booth and order tankards of mead.

Thomas left the pool and dried off. He went to the bar and ordered a drink. Then sat down next to Laraine. Hello I have not seen you here before. Come here often?

The Vampire turned her masked face towards him. She was smiling darkly but he could not see it. The human's outgoing confidence amused her.
"I find that they are one of the few resting points to have beds that don't look like a guar gave birth in them."
She lifted her mask slightly and took another sip from the goblet. Laraine licked the remaining "drink" off her lips and turned towards the man.
"I am called Laraine. Who might you be?" she said quietly and darkly, her smooth voice travelling like silk through the air.

I am Thomas. A head commander in the imperial legion. Would you like to come with me to the restuarant?

Laraine drains the goblet, then removes her cloak and (!) mask.
The Vampiric features are plain to be seen upon her troubled but shapely face.
She slides off the barstool, her white gown fluttering to the ground. Her silver boots clink on the wood floor.
"Yes, I would enjoy that" she said to the Commander.

Thomas smiled. I see that you are a bit different from the others. Allow me to introduce you to everyone. This should elimenate any prejudice they may give you.

Laraine was taken aback.
"And I see that you as well are different. I thank you for your help. How can I make it up to you?"

Finish their tankards. "Why don't we go get something to eat. I hear they have some of the finest chiefs in all the land," said Svafa with a sweet smile on her face. Vidar nodded, he was hungry and it was good to finally go somewhere with his wife again.

The two leave their both and head for the resturant.

Being an officer I must lower prejudice. Being a monk I must help others. And being a man I must be courteous to a lady. No thanks needed. Thomas posted a note on the bulletin board in the front entrance on the new members section.
Come let us eat dinner.

Laraine smiled. What a very courteous manner. she thought to herself.
"Yes," she said, "I haven't had a solid meal in a while now."

Thomas sat down in the restuarant with Laraine. A waiter approached. Hello sir. Mam. I will be your waiter today. The specialtys for this week are roasted hound meat with a light kagoiti sauce. With some flin. And rat meat stew. With some flin.
said the waiter. Hhhmm. No thank you. I will have scrambled kwama eggs.said Thomas. Very good choice sir.said the waiter. And what will the young lady have?

Laraine thought absent-mindedly. Now what was it that she used to enjoy....
"I suppose I will have the hound meat....but would you add some Kanet to the grill? And no flin." She smiled at the thought of the waiter calling her 'young'. She certainly appeared that way. What kind of fools didn't know that a Vampire can never be young. Or old.
Laraine turned to Thomas, "I've had enough drink throughout my life, if you know what I mean..." she said with a wry smile.

Haha I see. So tell me about yourself Laraine. Were you infected or born a vampire?

Laraine grew visably uncomfortable. She laced her fingers nervously, silver gauntlets clinking on the table.
"Infected has such an....involuntary ring to it. My tale is not one I share frequently....indeed I doubt I have shared it at all.
It spans ages and I will not bore you with the details and intricacies of it....but....." She cleared her throat and averted her gaze to the table.
"....to explain the long story in a few short words, I fell in love with a Vampire....when I was still....alive...."

Please. I understand. I hate seeing you troubled. We will speak of it no more.
The waiter laid down the food on their table. Enjoy. said the waiter
Thomas grabbed a knife and fork and began eating his eggs.

The food was set down before her. Laraine's thoughts wandered to topics she had surpressed for so long she was certain she had forgotten them. But she hadn't.
She took a peice of the grilled houndmeat on her fork. The fools had forgotten her request for Kanet.
Laraine tasted it but the savoury sauces and herbs were ash in her mouth, her mind filled with bitter thoughts.
She noticed a Nord couple sitting at a table. Laraine turned to watch them. Their obvious affection for eachother amused her. Her gaze sat on them for a while and she realized that they had noticed.

Thomas noticed Laraine was distracted. He followed her eyes to a nord couple sitting at a table.

Why do you stare at them Laraine?

Laraine turned back to Thomas.
"Considering the topic I was just confiding, I was just drawn to them. It amuses me to observe human activity."

Oh I see. They are in love. I see love as manure. We all produce it. Things grow from it. And its disgusting if mistreated.

Despite herself Laraine laughed out loud. She looked at Thomas with amused eyes.
"That is the most horrible metaphor I have ever heard for it!" she said with a smile. Her Vampiric fangs shone in the candle-light. "Love is just like life. It is beautiful untill you realise it is pointless, and can only end in suffering and death." She said more solemnly.

Whatever the metaphor it is useless. Our emotions weaken us. Love and reproduction do not need to go together.

Laraine smiled darkly at the Commander.
"Monk," she said to him, "You are making me the one with the emotions, which I find extremely amusing, since I and all other Vampires have lost the ability to feel."
She took another bite of the hound meat. It didn't taste quite so bad any longer.

Thomas thought to himself. There are 3 things she could mean by that.
So would you like to come with me to the indoor swimming pool. It should be empty by now.

"Alright. I haven't gone for a swim in a long time."
(OOC: Water is supposed to be acid to Vampires, but it does not effect Morrowind Vamps, which is what Laraine is so meh)

"A vampire is watching us," Vidar said calmly as he fingered a Stiletto he had hidden within his cloak. "Do you think the vampire will start anything? It's been a while since I've had a good fight," Svafa said with some anticipation in her voice. "No, I think we are fine. Do you know what you are going to order?"

Thomas took of his robe and jumped into the pool. He dove deep down to the bottom. Then resurfaced and swam to the diving board.

Laraine watched the water for a bit. Finally she sat on the pool's edge, dropping her feet into the water, sloshing it around a bit and watching the movement thoughtfully.
"Someone I once knew had small pool...."she said without looking up, half speaking to herself. "....It wasn't filled with water though!" She laughed through her nose to herself.

Thomas climbed the diving board. He backfliped of the top and pierced through the water like a knife. He swam underwater to a smaller pool in the corner of the room. He climbed inside the small pool and turned a lever. The water heated up. Steam rose from the bubbling water. Thomas slumped down and relaxed in the hottub.

Laraine went to join him. (OOC:ahahah vamp in the hot tub oh this is killing me wink wink :lol: )

"I haven't met many day-walkers that have accomplished so much in so little a time. You are a commander at the age of twenty?" asked Laraine noncommitaly. "Tell me about yourself."

Well I was born and raised at high rock. At age 10 I came to morrowind to represent the kingdom of high rock in the imperial legion. They liked my skills as a leader so much that by age 20 I was appointed as 1 of the 5 commanders of morrowind.

"Impressive" She said with a macabre smile, "So different from what my life was like at twenty. You have so much structure. A very definate view of your purpose in existance. Whilst I still have none. Do you believe in predetermination? The fact that you are not in control?"

No. I am always in control. It is what I thrive on. It is what I am best at. Without control there is no order. Without order there is chaos. And with chaos there is extinction. And your purpose is simple. It is the purpose of all vampires.

Laraine smiled, generally amused.
"Oh?" she said, fangs flashing. "And what do you think the purpose of all Vampires is then?"

Thomas bowed his head and chuckled.
I am much to shy to say that.

Laraine smiled insinuatingly and raised her eyebrows.
"Oh my, whatever are you thinking of?" she said humorously.

Thomas's face turned red. He climbed out of the hottub and back into the pool. He dove down to the bottom.

Laraine laid her head back and laughed in genuine amusement at the Commander's discomfort.

Thomas left the pool and dried off. Then put on his robe. Lets go to the roof. The sun just set.

"Alright" said Laraine. She slipped out of the hot water and dried off, following Thomas upstairs to the roof.

Thomas and Laraine sat down at a table on the balcony of the 3rd story. The sky was lit up by the stars and the moon. Crickets could be heard chirping.
This place is nice.

Laraine looked around at the peaceful surroundings with unseeing eyes.
"...I suppose..." Her dark hair was still wet and it clung to her shoulders.

Vidar and Savfa eat their food. Enjoying each other's company. Eventually after they finish they get a room to stay the night.

The sound of nature was quickly broken by the screams of the guards,and Garret's three-point landing on the roof from across an alley.He smiled deeply and clambered down the stairs into the bar.As the soilders finally reached the rooftop by ladder,they ran towards Thomas,and began,"You are under arrest,either pay six-thousand-and-..Commander Thomas? Did you see a thiefy person some this way?"

The bouncer heard everything. He picked up the theif by his shirt and tossed him outside like a rag doll. YOUR NOT ON THE GUEST LIST! yelled the orc. He slammed the door shut and locked it.

An argonian walking up to the bar naerly gets his head taken off by the flying theif. He is obviously surprised, though more in the way one gets flustered by a flower seller trying to force one to buy flowers. People these days... no respect, he mutters to himself. He continues up to the door and knocks. A tiny square slot with a sliding wood cover is opened, and the two eyes of a massive orc just barely both peer through. Who are you, and what do you want? he asks in a deep, surly voice. My name is Renkii, my good man. And, i'd like to enter this fine establishment and have myself a bit of a warm-up, if you know what i mean...