Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-26545097-20170207025719/@comment-24852191-20170209213945

The Count: Of course, he would ultimately fail, and all that he knew and loved would be destroyed in his quest.


 * An image of Vladmir being beaten appears. As he is beaten, he watches in horror as his wife and children are raped and slaughtered. The stone citadel burns and crumbs as Vladimir is throne into an iron carrage. He is taken away as it begins raining. His family's lifeless corpse lay naked and ruined on the burnt grass. The image disappears into the darkness. The Count chuckles as he removes his glasses.

The Count: This, my dear Salem, is where I come in.