Warhammer Rise and Fall: Vampire Count
All thoughts of sanity and exuding an air of nobility vanish as you lap the blood off of the fallen warriors. You try sinking your fangs into some of them…and cringe at the sour, revolting flavor of dead man’s blood. You spit some out, cursing and denouncing your violent nature. Suddenly, your nostrils flare.
“Fresh blood,” you say to yourself. As you tear your restrictive, bloody cloak off, your gaze centers on a lone figure leaning against a tree several yards away; as you approach the man, his breathing becomes rapid and strained.
Blood spurts out of his mouth as he says, “stay the hell away from me you daemon-spawned bastard!” You shake your head. Even in death, mortals refuse to accept death. You raise your hand above your head, a sleek, serrate blade materializing in your hands. The downed human starts to raise his hand to defend himself…but stops, probably realizing the futility of the situation. He leans his head down.
“Make it quick.”
You grin, a canine set of teeth causing the soldier to flinch. “Tempting offer…but I’m feeling a bit…hungry. Besides, everyone knows blood flows better when panicked.” Before the man has a chance to respond, you bring your blade down in an arc, severing the man’s upper body from his lower. He lets out a blood-curdling scream. You giggle at the irony before allowing your bestial instinct to take over.
Let’s just say you don’t just stop and lapping and sucking the still living man’s body. By the end of your feeding, the man has been reduced to a bloody pile of loose flesh and bone.
+1 Savageness
+1 Ruthlessness
“Fresh blood,” you say to yourself. As you tear your restrictive, bloody cloak off, your gaze centers on a lone figure leaning against a tree several yards away; as you approach the man, his breathing becomes rapid and strained.
Blood spurts out of his mouth as he says, “stay the hell away from me you daemon-spawned bastard!” You shake your head. Even in death, mortals refuse to accept death. You raise your hand above your head, a sleek, serrate blade materializing in your hands. The downed human starts to raise his hand to defend himself…but stops, probably realizing the futility of the situation. He leans his head down.
“Make it quick.”
You grin, a canine set of teeth causing the soldier to flinch. “Tempting offer…but I’m feeling a bit…hungry. Besides, everyone knows blood flows better when panicked.” Before the man has a chance to respond, you bring your blade down in an arc, severing the man’s upper body from his lower. He lets out a blood-curdling scream. You giggle at the irony before allowing your bestial instinct to take over.
Let’s just say you don’t just stop and lapping and sucking the still living man’s body. By the end of your feeding, the man has been reduced to a bloody pile of loose flesh and bone.
+1 Savageness
+1 Ruthlessness