Allston feels his weakness still linger but moves with the group. "Don't let them get away." He says under strained voice as he pants. Standing back looking for an opportunity to move in.
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Allston holds back, the taste of people still sweet on his lips. But he can feel himself more focused more ready to do something about getting out. He whispers now. "I'm here now, we will get out." He then holds himself back and to the wall attempting to stay out of sight. Dagger held tightly in hand.
Allston looks up at reptile man talking to him he stares at him while drinking deeply. The need for blood the lust of it, was like the sweetest of drugs. Detaching from the mans neck he clears his throat. "Forgive me." He says standing up straight, brushing off some of the muck from his tattered clothes. "My manners have all but left me in these trying times. He wipes away some of the blood from his mouth. For those looking at him you see patches of his skin seeming to come back to life, his eyes start dulling from red to a mixture of crystal blue. Even his hair starts to catch some colour from it's stark grey look. "I haven't had a good meal in a long time, now I wouldn't call theses." He sweeps his hand at the dead guards on the floor. "Fine dining but it will have to do, tell I get out of here and find something a little more delicate on the pallet." The blood around his mouth still dripping off his face, as he smiles his teeth slowly growing back.
Allston moves quick to jump on an unconscious guard. Hissing at anyone wanting to kill or maim the body. "I asked for a live one, I demand my share." He hunches over the body, looking even less human than he did before. He extends his teeth wincing at the pain as most of his teeth were knocked out. He turns to his shoulder looking at what seems like an invisible force"I have to feed!" He shouts out at no one, grabbing for a dagger and slicing the mans throat. Then begins to gorge himself on the blood of the man drinking all he can as the warm sickly fluid flows all over his face and begins to form a large pool below him and the man.
Allston stands back, happy to let everyone else get mixed up in the fighting he wasnt going to die so easy. "Brilliant work, It's so facinating to see the abilities you all have." He laughs. "Keep it up and we'll be out of here in no time! But maybe you should all rush those guards before they get that horn off." He moves about the group attempting to rile them up.
Allston almost doesn't get up as he slings away the collar. But considers against it as he hears the larger one getting riled up. "Yes..." He retches. "Big ones to the front now." He then starts to pat his ragged hair down attempting to make himself look a little presentable. "Try and keep one alive for me now, it's been some time since I've had anything to drink." He bares his fanks or what's left of them, he teeth smashed up.
Allston snaps out of the haze he was in, realising just where he is in a stinking rotten dungeon. He becomes more energised now attempting to even stand up but shouts out as the collars burn his neck. Slumping back down the laughs. "What an interesting bunch we are." He pulls at the collar and hisses. "We all have gifts and trick but we're all still stuck in this place." He attempts to swallow, to clear his try throat. "We all want out of this, we all have our reason for being here and we all have our pound of flesh." He claws at the stone wall. "Maybe we should put other collective minds together and get out of here." He says almost mockingly.
He laughs, it turns in to a deep raspy coughing fit. "We're not here for our conversation skills." He points at the small creature, then turns to look at the well-accented creature speaking. "At least I know my place, I don't delude myself. It's the reason I'll be getting out of here. As I said I don't plan to die for anyone entertainment." He pushes himself up in a sitting position. "I may look worse for wear now, but this is my lowest point. There is only one place I choose for myself and that is up from here. Zura will grant me her strength. Then I will feed, for my hunger is great." He sniffs about looking to each of the creatures in the room. Turning to look to his side he rubs his head against some unseen person then he whispers lovingly to something unseen or not even there. "I will feed my love, I will feed for us both. We will have your revenge. For The blood is the life."
In the corner trying to stay out of sight from most, sits a half-dead man. You all assume he was dead, but he starts to move slowly. His skill pulled tight against his bones, it seems almost paper thin and transparent. His eyes are almost purely red, a close look would show their intensely bloodshot almost bulging out of his head. His hair hangs down grey and white matted in clumps about his face. He is dressed in tattered and ragged clothes. The undead thing slowly rocks back and forth, shaking uncontrollably as if freezing. Every time he moves you almost expect him to fall apart. "We're monster!" With a startle he shouts out, in a gravelly deep voice. He then swallows deeply, attempting to parch his dry throat and mouth. "We all deserve to be here, we aren't a part of their world. I've killed, I've spat on Mitra and pledged myself to Zura. I wasn't born a monster but I was never apart of their world..." He shouts out in pain then, reaching for his shoulder, the badges seeping a think almost puss-like substance. "I took what they forbid, I did what I wanted and I won't die here!" He shouts out more to himself now than anyone else.
Allston Brent checking in. Half starved half crazy newly born vampire. I have cure light wounds on my spell list (I know I won't have access to spell properly yet.) But if I get to that point can I just prepare cure to inflict to heal myself instead and just flavour the spell as blood? |