Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-24280666-20170130030939

Vislak frowned, as he finished his third whiskey. The heavy drinks began to flow to his head, messing with his already unrestrained hatred towards those who he assumed to be Brotherhood. This "Gwyneth", as she was called, was the girl he had heard about. Somehow, she had tracked him down, maybe those necromancers were illusions too. It was all calculated, just to find him. The Brotherhood was always around the corner.

Had Vislak been sober, he probably would have realized this was not at all the case, and that this little girl was no vampire. But his hatred mixed with his first drink in decades concocted a deadly brew of maliciousness. He jumped from his chair, pulling his dagger and tackling the young girl to the floor.

"You bitch!" he snarled, holding the dagger against the throat of the young child. "Think your pathetic Brotherhood could kill me? Do you know how many of your rank I've put down?" he spat, his teeth bared, with his red eyes full of hatred. The effects of the drink were affecting his movement, as he rocked back and forward slightly.