Mild disclaimer: this story involves heavy drinking and lack of concern for consequences. Of course I do not suggest mimicking events in this story. Vorador and his mansion belong to Crystal Dynamics. Mai and Otis are my characters. I couldn’t sleep (it’s 4:00 a.m. right now while I am typing this) and this is an example of the strange random ideas I get late at night although, strangely enough, I’ve never had alcohol and/or drugs (nor do I intend to) and I would never do this stuff in real life. Anyway, the story is set in Vorador’s library. Mai, Otis (and of course Vorador) are vampires.
Mai sat at the table in t
Now that the main enemy had been dealt with, a lot of the turmoil in Nosgoth settled down. Without a mission to perform, Raziel’s elite unit, the Procyon squad, had been granted some vacation time. Reina had been using hers to search for clues about her father's whereabouts. Logically, she thought that her father was dead, but part of her refused to believe that. She wanted, she needed for him to be alive; she missed him so much. She had located an informant who suggested that one of Zephon's generals might know what happened to her old village of Moonlight Hollow in intimate detail. This particular general, General Rhen, was rumor
Now that the main enemy had been dealt with, a lot of the turmoil in Nosgoth settled down. Without a mission to perform, Raziel’s elite unit, the Procyon squad, had been granted some vacation time. Reina had been using hers to search for clues about her father's whereabouts. Logically, she thought that her father was dead, but part of her refused to believe that. She wanted, she needed for him to be alive; she missed him so much. She had located an informant who suggested that one of Zephon's generals might know what happened to her old village of Moonlight Hollow in intimate detail. This particular general, General Rhen, was rumor
