[Seething, Hector dives below deck the moment Carmilla is away. Oh, she wants to see his pets now, does she?
In the spare time between pirate excursions and his little science field trips, Hector fills his time with tinkering. The vampires all know he likes to dabble. They look to Isaac for reliable forged creatures in bulk; Hector is the one to ask for something unique, a bespoke horror.
What he has tried to keep under wraps are the creatures he has designed and given to no one else. He likes to have an ace up his sleeve, so to speak. One of them is below deck, not yet animated to keep his ‘allies’ from sensing it. Another is...below.
He raises his hammer and makes a swinging motion. The head of the weapon makes contact with nothing, but the clear ringing of a strike fills the air. The darkened bulkhead glows with a blue light.
Hector is getting his damn dog back.
Carmilla and her minions close in on Alucard. Carmilla has no compunction about sending her crew to their deaths. They are chess pawns, meant to be sacrificed.
The boats of undead paddle forth. Some lose their way in the enchanted mist, but the ones that reach the hull use weapons or claws to begin tearing say it.
The vampires are not driven by sight. Scent can lead them to their quarry.]
Dear Alucard, why do you run? Don’t you know how much your father misses you?
[It’s a clear taunt. Why wander through the mist for a quarry when they can be enticed to come to you?]
Come out, come out, wherever you are. It’s time to go home, little boy.
[Her voice and Cesar’s little whimpers are near, from somewhere on deck.]
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In the spare time between pirate excursions and his little science field trips, Hector fills his time with tinkering. The vampires all know he likes to dabble. They look to Isaac for reliable forged creatures in bulk; Hector is the one to ask for something unique, a bespoke horror.
What he has tried to keep under wraps are the creatures he has designed and given to no one else. He likes to have an ace up his sleeve, so to speak. One of them is below deck, not yet animated to keep his ‘allies’ from sensing it. Another is...below.
He raises his hammer and makes a swinging motion. The head of the weapon makes contact with nothing, but the clear ringing of a strike fills the air. The darkened bulkhead glows with a blue light.
Hector is getting his damn dog back.
Carmilla and her minions close in on Alucard. Carmilla has no compunction about sending her crew to their deaths. They are chess pawns, meant to be sacrificed.
The boats of undead paddle forth. Some lose their way in the enchanted mist, but the ones that reach the hull use weapons or claws to begin tearing say it.
The vampires are not driven by sight. Scent can lead them to their quarry.]
Dear Alucard, why do you run? Don’t you know how much your father misses you?
[It’s a clear taunt. Why wander through the mist for a quarry when they can be enticed to come to you?]
Come out, come out, wherever you are. It’s time to go home, little boy.
[Her voice and Cesar’s little whimpers are near, from somewhere on deck.]