Warhammer Rise and Fall: Vampire Count
The feast is one hellish temptation…yet you must remain above feeding on these discarded corpses. Not only is feeding on the dead heavily tabooed and abhorred by your civilized brethren, it’s also an insult to these fallen warriors. Mortals or not, they had the audacity to face a vampire such as yourself in battle.
“Stupid creatures,” you say to yourself. As you remove your bloody cloak, 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 smirk. Even in death, mortals can show courage. 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 nod. In a single, swift motion the blade goes down, the man’s severed head rolling past you. The headless body falls to the side as your sword dissipates. The blood almost causes you to lose control, to feed. But you will the notion away…you will not let yourself become an animal of instinct.
+1 Nobleness
+1 Charisma
“Stupid creatures,” you say to yourself. As you remove your bloody cloak, 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 smirk. Even in death, mortals can show courage. 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 nod. In a single, swift motion the blade goes down, the man’s severed head rolling past you. The headless body falls to the side as your sword dissipates. The blood almost causes you to lose control, to feed. But you will the notion away…you will not let yourself become an animal of instinct.
+1 Nobleness
+1 Charisma