Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-24366541-20161101115308

Once again a fevered Arieus awoke in the same dark and freezing room as the previous few times and the fact that his gauntlets  and cuirass has been removed, leaving his his torso bare made matters worse. Yet the bareness of his arms and chest revealed  the numerous scars that he'd aquired with the Keerlith vampire, many across his ribs and the on the runic Witcher tattoos on his arms.

The Order need to know of these monsters, the collection of vampires from across Tamriel that serve this 'Mother', yet I am still captured and without means to change this...

''I wish Balon were here... Or anyone from the Order for that matter. Not that they'd mount a massive rescue effort for some junior Witcher whos hasn't been heard from in months... But they'd search for Balon wouldn't they?''

Arieus's sprawling thoughts were shattered by the scream of another captive as her larinks was ripped from her throat, abruptly ending in gurgling and the maniacle laughter of a nightfiend.