Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150105230328/@comment-5583506-20150112011725

"I am on it!" growled Varg and caught up the pace, ramming through several Brawlers in a single charge while he cried out something incoherently involving "bastards" and "fuckers".

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Claire spat out some of the remains in her mouth. "Ugh... It's nothing. Carmilla just made me... eat... but I can't keep it down, yet she needs it in order to survive. If she dies, so do I."

She didn't expect them to understand. To them "Carmilla" was just a made up personality, a rambling from an insane woman. But that wasn't the truth. Carmilla was an otherworldly being just as real as anything else. She did not remember when the entity had manifested itself, or when it had made first contact, but she did remember some fragments of her life before Carmilla's intervention. A life full of banquets and dresses of silk, the life of a... nobility...