Count Maldred de Jehanna stepped down the marble staircase of his mansion fortress, his illusions in place to keep his prey from seeing the truth of his Oblivion warped body. His skin was perfect, without a single scar so much as flawing the pale white flesh. His black hair was cut in the latest fashion, stopping just short of his shoulders he had pleasant, although piercing grey eyes. He wore fine red silk tunic, with dark grey trousers, and a golden chain, mixed with small rubies hung about his neck. His hands he kept clasped behind his back, obscuring his numerous rings that he wore on almost all of his fingers.
Despite the counts' pleasant appearance, he could kill any of his 'guests' with but a word. Both his necklace and rings were powerfully enchanted, and the sinister Breton was a master of poisons, as were all those in his...employment. Entering the kitchen, he nodded to the chef, a creature that had four, black scaled arms, a snakelike head and body, along with poisoned claws, and fangs. At the moment, the serpentine Daedra was stirring a lovely smelling stew, that bubbled and smoked gently. "My dear guests will be arriving shortly, Sath'azzar, I trust they will not be waiting for their dinner?" The snake turned it's scaly neck to regard it's lord. "It ssssshall be ready, your omnipotence. I assssure you" the creature turned back to his work, adding pieces of meat that were probably best to not think about. The count, satisfied that his guests would not go hungry, he moved into the dining room taking in the servants. They were also Daedra, but the guests wouldn't know that. The women were unnaturrally beautiful and the men handsome, but both genders had powerful illusions in place to prevent non-Daedra from seeing their true form. The grand table was set, with gleaming silverware, goblets, and pitchers of wine.
Nodding his approval, Maldred moved to the main entrance hall, decorated with portraits of his fore-fathers, and glorious battles against the Daedra. 'That was when we thought we could prevail...before we realized the power the dark ones offered' the count had sworn himself to the dark powers at the age of thirty, and to prove his fealty, had murdered his parents, brothers, sisters, wife and children at their estate in High Rock. Then he'd been blessed with Daedra-hood. His true form, was a six foot tall creature, with glowing red eyes, onyx black skin, long talons, and slightly curving horns protruding from his fore head. The portal to Oblivion, hidden away in his private chambers, allowed the count to move between the plane of Oblivion and Nirn at will.
Noticing his Castellan, Alfred de Grimoire, another Daedra, only slightly less powerful then Maldred himself, stood just inside, ready to greet the guests. His illusion portrayed him as a tall, handsome older gentleman, perhaps in his early fifties. He has short grey hair, friendly blue eyes, and warm, if somewhat condescending smile. He wore dark blue silk, and black trousers, with a single gold ring. "Everything in readyness, De'shann? " the Castellan-Steward bowed, his mouth in a sinister smile.
"Everything in readiness, sir. Your guests approach" smiling back , Maldred headed back up the stairs, ready to make his entrance when the guests showed up.