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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2740629" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 5: Nightfall - Part IIIAnother quick update...I may get to one more before I leave on Thanksgiving break...but no guarantee.~Fune-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The undead warlock clenched his fingers together.  His grip was strong, almost unbreakable, but he held back from the force that would shatter the frail mortal’s windpipe.  He waited patiently, just as any creature with an eternity of time to spare can.  Slowly, the man’s face shaded; pale to pink, pink to red, and finally red to burgundy with a blue tint around the edges.  Rhynos opened his grasp and the man slammed into the floor.  He coughed and wheezed, rocking abjectly on the wooden strips of varnished wood.  Before feeling and control could return to his lips, spittle spiked with a bit of blood slid down his chin, plopping with finality onto the floor.“Why is it not done yet?” Rhynos demanded.  He trembled, his closed fists seemingly white with rage.  In truth, he was struggling against the demonic hunger again.  Inside his chest it rose with a purely inhuman strength, despite having been quenched several times already that night.“S—sir, it is a delicate process…”“I DON’T NEED YOUR DAMN EXCUSES!!  I NEED THE BLOODWINE!!!” [1]“My G-g-g—god, Cael, has not spoken to me in some time.  I am weak, I don’t know why.  But that—that is why it is t-t-tt—taking so long.”“ENOUGH    EXCUSES!!!”  Rhynos’ arm snapped out, closing tightly against the human’s throat again.  He fought himself, he fought the beast.  But the warlock watched as if a spectator; cast from his body by the hunger.  The priest was raised again into the air with one extended arm.  Cold fury was etched upon the false Rhynos’ face, upon the demon’s visage.  The human kicked and flopped about like a dying fish pulled from a stream, his legs wobbling left, right, then circularly but his neck could not escape the grasp.  A tingle of sensation caressed Rhynos’ consciousness where his fingers would be, where the talons of hardened bone would explode through his flesh and into that of his foes.  Lines of blood trickled down the aged priest’s throat, staining his coarse and worn clothing.“NO!!!”  Rhynos screamed, banishing the beast and hunger.  The priest flew across the room, smacking into the far wall heavily.  With his will, the warlock retracted the claws and pulled at his own hair like a mad man.  He watched, waiting for a sign of life to stir within the priest.  After several long moments, at least for the vampire, the cleric climbed to his knees, one hand grasping the shredded skin of his neck.“What is your name?” the vampire hissed.“M—M—Mo-” the priest stuttered. Rhynos interrupted with a dismissing wave of his hand.  “Never mind your name.  It does not matter.  I want the blood wine.  All of it.  You have until a few moments before sunrise.  If it is not complete I will kill your wife.  Even if Myr came down from the heavens to save this one priestess, I would drain every precious, delicious drop of life from her body before I too embraced the cold finality of true death.  But I doubt her goddess would try to save her anyway.  Mighty Cael doesn’t even help you to craft a poison!“You will finish the poison.  If you do not, the rape and torture I have subjected to her this past fortnight will mean nothing as to that which awaits her prior to eternal slumber.  And if I am truly, truly upset with you, dear Priest,” sarcasm clung to the title as it slid out the warlock’s mouth.  “Perhaps I will bless your wife with an existence eternal so that I may taste of her deliciousness for all of eternity.”  Rhynos spun, swinging the door open.  It slammed against the adjoining wall, rattling nearly off the hinges from his strength.“But I will get her back?” whimpered the cleric, unsure.“You have my word, priest.”  The warlock slipped a hand into a pocket, withdrawing a small cloth.  He tossed it carelessly onto the floor.  “But don’t disappoint me.”  As Rhynos stepped into the dark forest outside the cottage, he heard a wail erupt from within its walls.  No doubt he realized it was one of his wife’s fingers, he thought as his body slipped silently downward into the earth, swallowed whole by its natural embrace [2].-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[1] - Blood wine is from Libris Mortis (pg.74-75).  It is a poison laced with garlic.  In Norum da Salaex it is a bit more potent than the one described in the book though... <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />[2] - Vampires, vampires, vampires.  I love variants.  We (Rhynos' player and myself) crafted this variant based loosely against White Wolf's Gangrel clan.  As such, they have extendable razor claws and can sink into the earth.  They have some other abilities as well.  Basically, I hate that all vampires are only of one "species" and all have the same faults.  So, I've adjusted it a bit in my world...but haven't gotten very far in creating all the unique bloodlines.Right...well...enough jibba jabba.</blockquote>

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