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Morgeruat · 01-09-2004, 03:29 PM

A dying ghouls remorse

As the scene evolved around him Sean began to realise how deluded he had been, drunk on the blood of the monster he had overlooked what had been done to him, hoping only for the power that such blood gave, unfortunately the taste of immortal blood was addictive, and caused a bond much stronger than love between the donor and the drinker, he had almost broken free of the bond when he had been first improved, and renamed by his master.

He had been Sean, a troubled young man very close to taking his own life when he was offered a better deal by Vlad, the Master, "Serve me well and I shall reward with you more than you could ever hope to achieve on your own in this life, and you will live forever as you are now" The promises had seemed too good to be true, and in the end, they had been, the first time he had made a minor mistake his body had been mutilated, most of his original limbs harvested for use in the Master's experiments, he had nearly been freed at that point, but slowly his lost appendages had been replaced, and his life had become a pitiful existance of fear, pain and slow reward, he had been a useful servant long enough to have nearly all of his body replaced in one form or another.

With the end of his life flashing before his eyes and the thoughts of his many crimes over his two hundred year life, anger welled up inside him, and he lashed out, hoping to, if not rediscover salvation, at least help take out Vlad. He had crashed into a table covered with bubbling beakers, ignored in the face of the newcomers as insignificant, but his failing sight glimpsed a beaker with green smoke coming out, and hurled it at his "kind" Master. and then with a last gasp of air consciousness and life left the hunchbacked caretaker of the laboratory.

ooc the first blow has been struck, the acid thrown by the ghoul struck your Host and quickly ate through his clothing and the smell of burning flesh assaults your noses, the Tzimisce swears in pain and looks at his arm giving the initiative to everyone else, Larry (and anyone else with celerity active) you get to go first.

p.s. Hope I wasn't too melodramatic, I just like to remember that even villains have reasons for being villainous, and some are more human inside than you would give them credit for at face value

[ 01-09-2004, 03:32 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

01-09-2004, 03:29 PM	#141
Morgeruat Jack Burton Join Date: October 16, 2001 Location: PA Age: 44 Posts: 5,421	A dying ghouls remorse As the scene evolved around him Sean began to realise how deluded he had been, drunk on the blood of the monster he had overlooked what had been done to him, hoping only for the power that such blood gave, unfortunately the taste of immortal blood was addictive, and caused a bond much stronger than love between the donor and the drinker, he had almost broken free of the bond when he had been first improved, and renamed by his master. He had been Sean, a troubled young man very close to taking his own life when he was offered a better deal by Vlad, the Master, "Serve me well and I shall reward with you more than you could ever hope to achieve on your own in this life, and you will live forever as you are now" The promises had seemed too good to be true, and in the end, they had been, the first time he had made a minor mistake his body had been mutilated, most of his original limbs harvested for use in the Master's experiments, he had nearly been freed at that point, but slowly his lost appendages had been replaced, and his life had become a pitiful existance of fear, pain and slow reward, he had been a useful servant long enough to have nearly all of his body replaced in one form or another. With the end of his life flashing before his eyes and the thoughts of his many crimes over his two hundred year life, anger welled up inside him, and he lashed out, hoping to, if not rediscover salvation, at least help take out Vlad. He had crashed into a table covered with bubbling beakers, ignored in the face of the newcomers as insignificant, but his failing sight glimpsed a beaker with green smoke coming out, and hurled it at his "kind" Master. and then with a last gasp of air consciousness and life left the hunchbacked caretaker of the laboratory. ooc the first blow has been struck, the acid thrown by the ghoul struck your Host and quickly ate through his clothing and the smell of burning flesh assaults your noses, the Tzimisce swears in pain and looks at his arm giving the initiative to everyone else, Larry (and anyone else with celerity active) you get to go first. p.s. Hope I wasn't too melodramatic, I just like to remember that even villains have reasons for being villainous, and some are more human inside than you would give them credit for at face value [ 01-09-2004, 03:32 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]