Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5824038-20150120190407

(If you do, be prepared for me to fail at keeping up with everything. ;)  And yeah, Alador, you can RP him sometimes.)

Meledran looked down. 'Forgive me for not sharing your enthusiasm.I fail to see how this is in any way an improvement. She was only just coming to terms with being a human mortal, and now she's a vampire? If her body survives the transformation, how much of her mind will?'

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Marya was asleep, but her spiritual self was wandering the corridors. (Just a bit of astral projection for you...) Suddenly, a strabge figure began to materialise before her. It was a middle-aged man who, judging by his angular features, was noble by birth. Like her, he was standing there naked. She felt self-conscious all of a sudden. Seeming to sense this, the nobleman spoke. 'There's no need to be embarrassed. You can't change the fact that your spirit walks the mortal plain without clothing.'

Marya nodded, and looked him in the eye. 'Who are you? There's no way that your spirit could be here. Your body would have to be closeby too, and the Knights would know about it.'

'Dear me, Marya. You have a lot to learn about spirit walking. A simple blood pact is all it takes to project your spirit fruther than it could go normally. I have walked the swamps of Black Marsh from my home in Daggerfall, you know.'

'That's... impossible... isn't it?'

'Not if you have the skill.'

'What do you want?'

'To talk. I have to talk. You see, I am being hunted by one of my own kind. A stray wolf that does not recognise its own pack.' He grinned wolfishly.

Marya gasped at his pointed teeth, realising that he was a vampire. 'Lafayette...' she whihspered.

'Yes, him. He seeks to hunt me down without understanding my purpose. So, I shall show you my purpose. Or, as much as I can at this time.' He stepped forward, and grabbed Marya's head, placing his thumbs on her temples.

Images flooded Marya's mind. Images of an age long gone, without the clouds of smog rising from factories. An age of Leven supremacy, and of a general who fought back.