Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140724144903/@comment-5583506-20140724225729

She made her way home in the cover of the dark. Not that she really had a home, but it was as close as she was gonna get one. It was actually just an abandoned wine cellar on the far edge of the town. The house which it belonged to had burned down a few years ago. The family had moved out and she had moved in. She had been in a really good stroke of luck back then.

I don't recall that the flames in my dream were wild enough to swallow the house whole though...

She liked it out there. It was dark and dampened and she was rarely bothered by unwelcome visitors. The citizens of Bruma didn't dare to go near that place. They said that there lived an evil sorceress who could tell the future by dreaming, that she drank virgin blood and that she feasted upon the souls of unfortunate men she had lured into her lair. Just the though of the people's imagination was enough to make her smile. She didn't consider herself a magician of any sort and she hadn't been lucky with men at all since they all feared her and her "gift". Her mother's gift...