Warhammer Rise and Fall: Vampire Count
For several hours you walk. Away from the secluded area in the forests where you killed those Imperial troops. For the most part, your trip is uneventful. Worse, it’s an absolute bore. At least if you had something occupying you, you wouldn’t be racking your head for answers. Where exactly are you? Who are you? Why did those troops attack you?
The first and third question you can theorize based on simple perceptions. The poverty-stricken villages and towns, alongside the bleak and desolate landscape scream the word Sylvania. Though you are an amnesiac monster, even you understand that here is where your kind rules, where the dead walk alongside shambling concoctions of a powerful necromancer or vampire count.
The troops who attacked you, based on their military gear, ranking and the fact that they attacked you in the first place lead you to believe they are soldiers of the Empire of Man, or the Empire. Though they must have been high-ranking individuals based on their decision to attack you. Only the bravest of mortals would dare attack a vampire. That or they were extremely unlucky and forced into a fight they knew they couldn’t win.
You frown as you attempt to explain the second question. You are a vampire, obviously, which leads to you being a noble as well. Unless you’re a disgraced noble…or worse, a Strigoi allied traitor.
“Damnit,” you growl. “Who the hell am I?”
Suddenly, your senses snap into overdrive. Instinctively you duck to the side, skinning the long line of knights galloping past you. You swear and get back on your feet quickly, hand grabbing the handle of a blade that has somehow materialized in your hands. You lower your guard as the retinue of knights pass. Looking back at it now, it probably wasn’t a smart idea that-
“Well, well, well. What have our brethren missed today?”
“Looks to me like a no good, filthy bloodsucker!”
Two young men seated on barded warhorses sneer at you. From their black-dyed armor, scythes, and the bloody red X on a skull symbol on their shields, you assume they are part of the Order of the Sacred Scythe. For the most part, you would be terrified at these zealous vampire-hunters. Judging by the looks of these knights, however, you assume that they are merely rich bullies who were knighted based on title rather than merit. Still, you can’t let your guard down.
The first and third question you can theorize based on simple perceptions. The poverty-stricken villages and towns, alongside the bleak and desolate landscape scream the word Sylvania. Though you are an amnesiac monster, even you understand that here is where your kind rules, where the dead walk alongside shambling concoctions of a powerful necromancer or vampire count.
The troops who attacked you, based on their military gear, ranking and the fact that they attacked you in the first place lead you to believe they are soldiers of the Empire of Man, or the Empire. Though they must have been high-ranking individuals based on their decision to attack you. Only the bravest of mortals would dare attack a vampire. That or they were extremely unlucky and forced into a fight they knew they couldn’t win.
You frown as you attempt to explain the second question. You are a vampire, obviously, which leads to you being a noble as well. Unless you’re a disgraced noble…or worse, a Strigoi allied traitor.
“Damnit,” you growl. “Who the hell am I?”
Suddenly, your senses snap into overdrive. Instinctively you duck to the side, skinning the long line of knights galloping past you. You swear and get back on your feet quickly, hand grabbing the handle of a blade that has somehow materialized in your hands. You lower your guard as the retinue of knights pass. Looking back at it now, it probably wasn’t a smart idea that-
“Well, well, well. What have our brethren missed today?”
“Looks to me like a no good, filthy bloodsucker!”
Two young men seated on barded warhorses sneer at you. From their black-dyed armor, scythes, and the bloody red X on a skull symbol on their shields, you assume they are part of the Order of the Sacred Scythe. For the most part, you would be terrified at these zealous vampire-hunters. Judging by the looks of these knights, however, you assume that they are merely rich bullies who were knighted based on title rather than merit. Still, you can’t let your guard down.