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WHO: Chracters who could not participate!
WHEN: During that riot thing.
WHAT: A second chance to relive what happened, from another perspective, for those unable to interact during the first.
WHERE: The mess hall's secondary entrance.
RATING: Probable extreme violence.
As the main commotion broke out by the primary doors, at least one of them had to stay by the other. Wardens had all manner of ways to break through and a frontal assault might only be a diversion. At least some had been known to teleport and the like, in the past and then there were always the air ducts.
Aleera was counted among the most physically confrontational of their number. She could heal from virtually any injury, was more than capable of killing mortals with ease and, ultimately, was starting to get hungry... Not for blood, for they possessed all of the supplies. No, she was eager to engage in violent destruction. To get ahold of someone, force them against a wall and sink fangs into their neck, relishing the struggling screams from the one caught in her grasp.
Freedom was what mattered. Freedom from this place and continued indignity. The vampiress was tired of having to submit to constant rules, only to have people and htings she grew to care of, either being taken away, replaced by things of lesser value or both. Aleera had very definite limits and had decided she would take no more.
Then, of course, there were the hostages... The very clean-smelling, flush with blood, bound and gagged hostages... If things got too bad, then Aleera was going to have every reason to simply give into her old ways and start going through them like the living buffet they were. Not just to kill, no. She was going to turn someone.
That was why she was practically starting to hope that would-be heroes would try coming through the baricade she was in charge of guarding. All she needed was an excuse, after all.
WHEN: During that riot thing.
WHAT: A second chance to relive what happened, from another perspective, for those unable to interact during the first.
WHERE: The mess hall's secondary entrance.
RATING: Probable extreme violence.
As the main commotion broke out by the primary doors, at least one of them had to stay by the other. Wardens had all manner of ways to break through and a frontal assault might only be a diversion. At least some had been known to teleport and the like, in the past and then there were always the air ducts.
Aleera was counted among the most physically confrontational of their number. She could heal from virtually any injury, was more than capable of killing mortals with ease and, ultimately, was starting to get hungry... Not for blood, for they possessed all of the supplies. No, she was eager to engage in violent destruction. To get ahold of someone, force them against a wall and sink fangs into their neck, relishing the struggling screams from the one caught in her grasp.
Freedom was what mattered. Freedom from this place and continued indignity. The vampiress was tired of having to submit to constant rules, only to have people and htings she grew to care of, either being taken away, replaced by things of lesser value or both. Aleera had very definite limits and had decided she would take no more.
Then, of course, there were the hostages... The very clean-smelling, flush with blood, bound and gagged hostages... If things got too bad, then Aleera was going to have every reason to simply give into her old ways and start going through them like the living buffet they were. Not just to kill, no. She was going to turn someone.
That was why she was practically starting to hope that would-be heroes would try coming through the baricade she was in charge of guarding. All she needed was an excuse, after all.