Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150423082201/@comment-29458028-20150425000649

The bandit fell over from the chair hitting her head, which send sprawling, as she dropped her weapon. A few seconds later, Vladimir brought his palm down on the bandit's neck very, very hard.

The snap of several vertebrae as they disintegrated echoed around the room, as the bandit fell over, dead as her spinal cord was severed.

Vladimir looked at the dead girl and said "shame ... she was pretty, but well, here looks to be a bit of a dead end, guess se can just scrounge for supplies."

He went to loot the dead bandit.

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"Well, I mean, what do you really expect me to know about him? Even if he was a vampire ... even if he was a Volkihar, you wouldn't think I'd know everything, right?" replied the Vampire.

"Well, I know many Bretons who translated Akaviri texts, and many of them are male vampires. Seathan could he a pseudonym for any one of them."