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Vincent grins and lets loose a faint chuckle, even as he lowers his shadowfire-infused hand near your right cheek and forehead. "I didn't become one, Love. You're looking at a pure breed." After that, his low, rolling voice seeps across the small glade you find yourself in. "Ready?"
After affirming, Vincent places his five fingers in a "circle" around your right eye, the fire pressing into your skin. AGH! The fire burns and seems to burrow itself deep in your skull, and you can make out the faint shape of the darkness taking hold as it digs underneath your eye and moves to your brain. Were it not for your paralyzation, you'd probably be thrashing about. Unfortunately, you're forced to lay there and wait for it to pass. The darkness forms a circle inside your skull, your eye in the center of it, and then the pain somewhat subsides. It's only then however, that the vision in your right eye starts turning dark. Blacker and blacker your vision gets, until you're completely blind. Your eye closes of its' own volition, an alien feeling in and out of itself, as Vincent issues gentle shushing sounds, calming you down.
Slowly raising his hand with his fingers drooping at your eye as if he'd be pulling some invisible force from it, his hand fades to its normal coloration the farther it gets from your face, before it's completely normal. Gradually, even though your eye is closed, you feel the blood and sight returning to it. Slowly, your limbs are freed, and you can move. You can't open your eye, however. As if seeing the confusion on your face, Vincent would be facing you, grinning down.
"And so, the ritual is complete. Your eye however, isn't quite fully healed yet. I'll let you open it for a few seconds, though that's only because I want you to make a choice. Are you ready?" He looks down at you, planting a hand on your shoulder, before nodding. Smiling faintly, you feel as if a veil is being lifted from your eye, and you gradually open it.
As you do, you nearly fall backwards and jump in alarm. Your stomach feels like an endless pit, and you're caught in the teeth of despair's jaws. This unnatural aura, "magical fear" as it'd be more aptly named, washes over you as you view a beast on two legs, just like a man would stand. It seems to be an anthropomorphic ram. Its head sports two horns that curve upward just like Vincent's in the cave, and its eyes are red, with pupils glowing a hot orange. Black veins pulse through the sclera, giving it a frightening visage. Wings, literally on fire, erupt from its back, the appearance much like a phoenix. Its legs distend into hooves, though its upper half is human-like in shape, though extremely muscular. Not a single patch of skin is visible on its body, instead covered by hair. On its fur, are circular runic markings that travel along its body, glowing hot like lava, pulsing with its' eyes as if it were a heartbeat.
Taking in the rather off-setting and horrifyingly powerful creature in front of you, its mouth opens, and out rolls a familiar, smooth, charismatic voice. "Interested yet, Lover?"
Status:
Health: 27/27 (25+2)
Mind: Swarming.
Nutriments: Hungry.
Affects: Venombrawler. (+2 to health) Paralyzed.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 110 copper, 5 silver. Daemonium Oculus.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Leather armor in very poor condition. A black fur cloak. A well-maintained crossbow. A somewhat dull knife. Snares, ropes, and crossbow bolts in excellent condition. A small pouch, containing: A white, mottled egg. A small cloth-crafted bag holding: Fish meat, lizard meat.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 20
Constitution -5
Intelligence - 5
Charisma - 1
Perception - 7
Luck - 1
Corruption - 26
Vincent grins and lets loose a faint chuckle, even as he lowers his shadowfire-infused hand near your right cheek and forehead. "I didn't become one, Love. You're looking at a pure breed." After that, his low, rolling voice seeps across the small glade you find yourself in. "Ready?"
After affirming, Vincent places his five fingers in a "circle" around your right eye, the fire pressing into your skin. AGH! The fire burns and seems to burrow itself deep in your skull, and you can make out the faint shape of the darkness taking hold as it digs underneath your eye and moves to your brain. Were it not for your paralyzation, you'd probably be thrashing about. Unfortunately, you're forced to lay there and wait for it to pass. The darkness forms a circle inside your skull, your eye in the center of it, and then the pain somewhat subsides. It's only then however, that the vision in your right eye starts turning dark. Blacker and blacker your vision gets, until you're completely blind. Your eye closes of its' own volition, an alien feeling in and out of itself, as Vincent issues gentle shushing sounds, calming you down.
Slowly raising his hand with his fingers drooping at your eye as if he'd be pulling some invisible force from it, his hand fades to its normal coloration the farther it gets from your face, before it's completely normal. Gradually, even though your eye is closed, you feel the blood and sight returning to it. Slowly, your limbs are freed, and you can move. You can't open your eye, however. As if seeing the confusion on your face, Vincent would be facing you, grinning down.
"And so, the ritual is complete. Your eye however, isn't quite fully healed yet. I'll let you open it for a few seconds, though that's only because I want you to make a choice. Are you ready?" He looks down at you, planting a hand on your shoulder, before nodding. Smiling faintly, you feel as if a veil is being lifted from your eye, and you gradually open it.
As you do, you nearly fall backwards and jump in alarm. Your stomach feels like an endless pit, and you're caught in the teeth of despair's jaws. This unnatural aura, "magical fear" as it'd be more aptly named, washes over you as you view a beast on two legs, just like a man would stand. It seems to be an anthropomorphic ram. Its head sports two horns that curve upward just like Vincent's in the cave, and its eyes are red, with pupils glowing a hot orange. Black veins pulse through the sclera, giving it a frightening visage. Wings, literally on fire, erupt from its back, the appearance much like a phoenix. Its legs distend into hooves, though its upper half is human-like in shape, though extremely muscular. Not a single patch of skin is visible on its body, instead covered by hair. On its fur, are circular runic markings that travel along its body, glowing hot like lava, pulsing with its' eyes as if it were a heartbeat.
Taking in the rather off-setting and horrifyingly powerful creature in front of you, its mouth opens, and out rolls a familiar, smooth, charismatic voice. "Interested yet, Lover?"
Status:
Health: 27/27 (25+2)
Mind: Swarming.
Nutriments: Hungry.
Affects: Venombrawler. (+2 to health) Paralyzed.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 110 copper, 5 silver. Daemonium Oculus.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Leather armor in very poor condition. A black fur cloak. A well-maintained crossbow. A somewhat dull knife. Snares, ropes, and crossbow bolts in excellent condition. A small pouch, containing: A white, mottled egg. A small cloth-crafted bag holding: Fish meat, lizard meat.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 20
Constitution -5
Intelligence - 5
Charisma - 1
Perception - 7
Luck - 1
Corruption - 26
Umbrage:
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Pete looks over and nods down at you, listening intently the entire while. "I see...I understand. Duly noted, Ma'am." He nods, looking up ahead. You're just stepping out of the forest now, and in the distance, you can see the caravan you've spent the night with in the line-up, now. The only way to really tell them apart though, is the markings and signs on their wagons. Luckily, your eye is sharp enough so you can see them from so far away. Taking off, you head towards the city once more, hopefully in the correct direction towards the caravan.
Pete looks down and over to you, emitting a somewhat heavy sigh. "We're going to have to hunt down someone really tough aren't we."
Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Pure.
Nutriments: A tad parched.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 5 copper.
Mental Arsenal: Pulse wave, Regeneration, Shatter Barrier.
Equipment: Leather armor in good condition. Leather vambraces in good condition. Modified custom-made canesword in perfect condition and quality. Some sweets. A bag of nutritional berries.
Core:
Strength – 5
Dexterity - 15
Constitution - 4
Intelligence - 10
Charisma - 4
Perception - 3
Luck - 2
Corruption - 0
Pete looks over and nods down at you, listening intently the entire while. "I see...I understand. Duly noted, Ma'am." He nods, looking up ahead. You're just stepping out of the forest now, and in the distance, you can see the caravan you've spent the night with in the line-up, now. The only way to really tell them apart though, is the markings and signs on their wagons. Luckily, your eye is sharp enough so you can see them from so far away. Taking off, you head towards the city once more, hopefully in the correct direction towards the caravan.
Pete looks down and over to you, emitting a somewhat heavy sigh. "We're going to have to hunt down someone really tough aren't we."
Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Pure.
Nutriments: A tad parched.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 5 copper.
Mental Arsenal: Pulse wave, Regeneration, Shatter Barrier.
Equipment: Leather armor in good condition. Leather vambraces in good condition. Modified custom-made canesword in perfect condition and quality. Some sweets. A bag of nutritional berries.
Core:
Strength – 5
Dexterity - 15
Constitution - 4
Intelligence - 10
Charisma - 4
Perception - 3
Luck - 2
Corruption - 0
