"Want me to drag the torpor'd kindred?" Getting out of here sounds good. This was not what Joseph had signed up for. Need to train and learn to fight better...this was a disaster.
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"Want me to drag the torpor'd kindred?" Getting out of here sounds good. This was not what Joseph had signed up for. Need to train and learn to fight better...this was a disaster.
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Ishani nods to Asa, not trusting her voice to speak. She wanted to get Rahyna, but this was not going to work. They were out-numbered and those that were able to fight were running low on blood and stamina.
She turns to help Peter if he is in need of the assistence.
Peter picks himself up, rather slowly.
"I'm fine," he says, his sense of humor fading back into his tone of voice.
"In all seriousness though, thank you both your Majesty, and Madame Harpy. I truly appreciate the aid."
Peter looks back at the boobytrap he had passed over, then to a ladder leading up. Pointing, he asks. "That way? Or the way we came?"
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"Yes," Asa answered Joseph curtly.
"Let's go back the way we came; it's known, and that ladder could be trapped as well," he replied to Peter, but keeping his eyes on the Dominated ghoul and the water.
"Sounds good, Sir," Peter replies. Spending vitae to heal as he stands, he eyes the boobytrap carefully before moving to cross it.
"Don't forget the little panel of cardboard over here," he reminds the Vampires on 'his' side of the trap, pointing to the panel in question as he bypasses it.
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Assuming nobody takes action against him, Asa sees the ghoul on the other side of the water retreat once the effects of Joseph's Dominate fade.
The torpid vampire does not resist, obviously. As they retreat, his appearance changes, the thick, scaley armor shrinking into his skin. His skin retains a dry, somewhat scaley appearance, but he no longer much stranger than any number of other vampires, and much less so than many Nosferatu. His features and skin tone are African, and now that he is not covered with thick scales, it is evident that he bears symmetrical scarring on both cheeks, in a manner calling to mind tribal scarification.
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Joseph watches the kindred's features disappear back into his skin. Interesting, I wonder how he does that. Joseph however focuses on getting out safely. Inquiry can happen later if the Prince leaves this one to continue its unlife.
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Asa waits for the others to begin heading back, bringing up the read, and watching behind them all.
Peter, beleaguered and battered, still puts himself toward the front of the column as the group trudges its way back to the old Chapter House, trudging on in silence.
To his credit, he is as vigilant as possible though. This is, after all, not a time to be ambushed. Not again.
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