Warhammer Rise and Fall: Vampire Count
Blood.
The first thing that hits your senses is the dizzying aroma of blood. You open your eyes and stare at the morbid scene surrounding you, gaping at the several gory corpses. The first thought running through your mind is “what in hell.” The second is a glimmer of recognition, possibly admiration for what you think is your bloody masterpiece.
“Rudolf.”
The name is spoken in a guttural, savage tone. You blink at this revelation. Did you just say that?
“Rudolf von Hess.” Your voice has changed again, becoming deceptively sweet, noble even. That is the voice you remember. What you can’t remember is where you got the name Rudolf. You know its associated with those dead bodies surrounding you…and that’s it.
Suddenly, your eyes widen and your heart beats faster. Your throat seems to contract and the smell of blood overpowers you. You let out a savage screech and fall to your knees.
You need something to stop all of this madness. You need something to take this damned pain away. Your eyes flicker to all of the immobile cadavers covered in that glorious red liquid. You need some of that stuff.
You need blood.
The first thing that hits your senses is the dizzying aroma of blood. You open your eyes and stare at the morbid scene surrounding you, gaping at the several gory corpses. The first thought running through your mind is “what in hell.” The second is a glimmer of recognition, possibly admiration for what you think is your bloody masterpiece.
“Rudolf.”
The name is spoken in a guttural, savage tone. You blink at this revelation. Did you just say that?
“Rudolf von Hess.” Your voice has changed again, becoming deceptively sweet, noble even. That is the voice you remember. What you can’t remember is where you got the name Rudolf. You know its associated with those dead bodies surrounding you…and that’s it.
Suddenly, your eyes widen and your heart beats faster. Your throat seems to contract and the smell of blood overpowers you. You let out a savage screech and fall to your knees.
You need something to stop all of this madness. You need something to take this damned pain away. Your eyes flicker to all of the immobile cadavers covered in that glorious red liquid. You need some of that stuff.
You need blood.