ElvenAngel
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Location: Morris Castle - Eastern Section - Holding Cells
Ryan smiled wryly at Cerden. "Thanks for the offer, man, but I'm not a vampire. Anyway Aedan, don't worry about me, I'm fine. I just use my blood to make these nifty things," he said, making the tentacles wriggle a little, before he made them meld into the mass of blood on his back, which then spread over his back and chest like an armor plate.
He didn't really seem to be aware of his blood's behavior...or rather he was, but didn't really pay it much attention. "The point is, I'm running a bit low. I'm a half-fiend and I've been a prisoner of the Duke's for a few months now, and the dude's been draining me like a blood bag. He was using my blood to raise some kinda demonic army to march on Valentia and overthrow the King of Boletaria, or so I gathered. It looks like his plans weren't working so well, even before we crashed the party. I think the man's desperate enough now to try something else..." he said with a shrug and then rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"And that kinda worries me. I have no love for my demonic ancestors and the chance that Dukey's trying to conjure a big one to sic on us doesn't really spell out my ideal day. Originally I was just gonna do a big jailbreak and get the hell outta dodge...but fuck me if I'm gonna pass up the chance to nail my first evil warlock. I'm not too sure if I feel like making it my first rampaging demon, though..." he added with a nervous laugh. "Oh we better get going! The others will reach the throne room before us! I think it's just one floor up!"
Ryan smiled wryly at Cerden. "Thanks for the offer, man, but I'm not a vampire. Anyway Aedan, don't worry about me, I'm fine. I just use my blood to make these nifty things," he said, making the tentacles wriggle a little, before he made them meld into the mass of blood on his back, which then spread over his back and chest like an armor plate.
He didn't really seem to be aware of his blood's behavior...or rather he was, but didn't really pay it much attention. "The point is, I'm running a bit low. I'm a half-fiend and I've been a prisoner of the Duke's for a few months now, and the dude's been draining me like a blood bag. He was using my blood to raise some kinda demonic army to march on Valentia and overthrow the King of Boletaria, or so I gathered. It looks like his plans weren't working so well, even before we crashed the party. I think the man's desperate enough now to try something else..." he said with a shrug and then rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"And that kinda worries me. I have no love for my demonic ancestors and the chance that Dukey's trying to conjure a big one to sic on us doesn't really spell out my ideal day. Originally I was just gonna do a big jailbreak and get the hell outta dodge...but fuck me if I'm gonna pass up the chance to nail my first evil warlock. I'm not too sure if I feel like making it my first rampaging demon, though..." he added with a nervous laugh. "Oh we better get going! The others will reach the throne room before us! I think it's just one floor up!"