Post by Brendan on Jan 10, 2011 13:54:22 GMT -8
"Ulrim!"
An unfamiliar voice called out to him. He turned to behold an eshu he'd never seen before... Her plain brown hair fell over chainmail armor, and emerald eyes gazed deeply in to his, as if evaluating his every twitch and motion. "How bad is it, Ellisandra?" he asked, without his mind prompting.
Her voice was hard and blunt, the voice of a soldier who had been at war more than she had been at peace. "It's not good. Those damnable beasts are targeting our freeholds now... We need to double the nightshifts. And those bestial ones, the Gangrel, was it? Their claws are ripping through our armor."
Gangrel? Jacob Patterson, the soul merged with Ulrim the Starbreaker, asked. What in the world is a Gangrel? Ulrim, however, seemed to know. "Damnit all... We need to double the staff on the night shift. Are we safe to pull people off the daytime guard shift?" They were not, Jacob/Ulrim came to realize, in any place Jacob recognized. It looked like a medieval war room, with armor and weapons hanging from the wall. Ulrim wore a necklace bedecked with long fangs strung together that Jacob didn't recognize.
"No, their damn vassals are attacking during the day. I think they call them ghouls. And ghouls don't have quite the allergy to fire that we've been exploiting in the vampires."
"Hm. We'll have to call the baron for aid... Are you up for a run, Elly?"
--
Ulrim awoke, his head spinning. He was in his own bed again. The dream had felt different than others... More... literal. More real. He hadn't dreamt of his past lives in a long time, but here again, he was in places he didn't know, with people he'd never met.
Rubbing the hurt from his head, Ulrim stood to go put on a cup of coffee.
An unfamiliar voice called out to him. He turned to behold an eshu he'd never seen before... Her plain brown hair fell over chainmail armor, and emerald eyes gazed deeply in to his, as if evaluating his every twitch and motion. "How bad is it, Ellisandra?" he asked, without his mind prompting.
Her voice was hard and blunt, the voice of a soldier who had been at war more than she had been at peace. "It's not good. Those damnable beasts are targeting our freeholds now... We need to double the nightshifts. And those bestial ones, the Gangrel, was it? Their claws are ripping through our armor."
Gangrel? Jacob Patterson, the soul merged with Ulrim the Starbreaker, asked. What in the world is a Gangrel? Ulrim, however, seemed to know. "Damnit all... We need to double the staff on the night shift. Are we safe to pull people off the daytime guard shift?" They were not, Jacob/Ulrim came to realize, in any place Jacob recognized. It looked like a medieval war room, with armor and weapons hanging from the wall. Ulrim wore a necklace bedecked with long fangs strung together that Jacob didn't recognize.
"No, their damn vassals are attacking during the day. I think they call them ghouls. And ghouls don't have quite the allergy to fire that we've been exploiting in the vampires."
"Hm. We'll have to call the baron for aid... Are you up for a run, Elly?"
--
Ulrim awoke, his head spinning. He was in his own bed again. The dream had felt different than others... More... literal. More real. He hadn't dreamt of his past lives in a long time, but here again, he was in places he didn't know, with people he'd never met.
Rubbing the hurt from his head, Ulrim stood to go put on a cup of coffee.