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Ryltar/ Robert Archer:
A few hours later after Florence had satisfied her urge of curiosity she sat in the old hopsice in thought making mental notes and reviewing what had occured. Due to study and confronting a friend she had discovered there nature of being a vrolok, strangely though she didnt care. The person in question had helped her so much taught her so much. She couldnt help being what she had become, and Florence also knew she didnt hurt others less they deserved it. A rapist here, a murderer there, people that were going to die anyhow by law. So she reasoned what did it matter if it was done by the laws or by her friend?

Florence's curiosity had been peeked by this how the vrolok fed. It was unusal in a way, how they gained sustenance from the living blood of another. Privately she had spoke to other cultsits to learn more about what made a vrolok tick, there strenths, weaknesses, why they did what they did, how they were formed or created, etc. Something about it all was sensual and exotic. Perhaps since the time she had killed her father Florence had become more darker. She even realized this herself.

So she studied as she always did. Study, help, heal, and learn. Her test of biting someone herself was interesting. The taste of blood to her thrilling at the sensation. She felt wrong in a way for doing it but her mind reasoned it was just a test. From what she had learned vrolok could not be created with how she was doing things. So there was no worry. Added to that her body was highly resistant to disease and poisons. And through drinking various salve mixture she had cleansed her body of any disease that she might have picked up from the test. Though doubted it.

With these tests at times, and studies came still more friendships. Some more then others. Florence used these people to get what she needed. Supplies here, information there. She was realtivly certain those that were close to her had no idea they were being used. Atlantia, Lorea, Grayson, Nell, Calor, Micheal, Hellena, Finn, Rell, Dribo, and others. It bothered her a bit but yet she knew it was the right thing to do. She had been able to help others that had been repressed. She wanted to feel the comforting feeling again of her mother. She wanted to find where her father had carelessly thrown her mother's remains to a year back. She wanted this all. And she was determined to have it. No matter what it took

Florence sat back then relaxing licknig her lips, the faint tang of the copper like taste of blodo lingering in her mouth. Idly she drank some lemon jucie heated a bit and mixed with mint. It calmed her and she smiled. "..Yes.." She thought. "..A good test indeed."

Ryltar/ Robert Archer:
Florence sat in the Ladies Rest some days later, idly keeping an eye out for trouble, idly studying her medical notes and making observations of others. She found the interactions of outlanders strange, and quite frankly amusing. The way they always thought they knew better, or were better people, then barovians made  her chuckle so many times. Sure she would admit she had a few outlander friends but it was only to get what she wanted. "...Get what I wanted..." She thought. Oddly for a moment it struck her as an odd feeling. Till a few weeks ago she hadnt felt like that, or for that matter had stone like skin, or increased strength or stamina. She turned away her thoughts from the outlanders around her, to reviewing her own behavior over the past few weeks since she killed her father.

"..One, I have stronger skin, and strength." She thought, her mind working through a more logical reasoning. "...Two, I get almost violent like urges when I see someone wrongly treated, like my father did to me and mother. Three, I also get similar urges to have things my way, and use others to get what I want or need." She paused in her thoughts. "..Why? Where did this come from?"

Around this point Milita woman Nara'ia had come inside and approched her. "Evening ma'am." She said saluting to which Florence returned politely. The two had become friends, at least that is what Nara'ia thought, to Florence she has valuable knowledge and skills of witchcraft which Florence was secretly learning to study to better understand. "..Hmm, Nara'ia are you busy?" she asked.

"No, ma'am." She replied.

"Good, follow me then I wish to discuss a few things with you." Florence said standing and paying for the glass of milk and water she had gotten earlier. She led Nara'ia to the slums more run down areas, to an old hospice she used at times for helping folks there during her off duty hours. Florence enjoyed the work, as it let her help others and find out information on how the dwellers here felt and thought. She had grown up here, so they were more likely to tell her something rather then another guard that hadnt, or had let the 'comfortable life' as some said.

Once the two of them were inside Florence relit the fire place soon warm heat filling the room. "So ma'am what did you want to talk to me about?" Nara'ia asked. To which Florence quickly explained about her skin, actions, mental thoughts, etc. She swore Nara'ia to not speak of this to anyone else, to which the trusting elf agreed. "After all even assuming she DID say something what sane Barovian would belive a fey over the word, over a Barovian valiki guard?" She thought reasoning.

"..Well, I know there are certain spells which can make your skin harder and body stronger. But...there usually visable and, even if you did have them cast on you they expire after a time, and you would give off a magical aura which I would be able to sense. I dont ma'am." Nara'ia said explaining. "As for your behavior changes well....I would think ma'am you would have better experience in those regards then me, no offense."

Florence nodded, having expected nothing more from her in explanation. "...Damn fey, they think there so much better then us but when I actually need to know something that they should know they cant explain anything." She thought sourly "Thank you then Nara'ia you may go." She said to her.

Nara'ia saluted and nodded. "...Yes ma'am, if I find anything out I'll let you know as you asked." She said and then turned and left.

Florence then sat back against one of the beds in thought, "There has to be someone out there that could explain how this happened to me, I MUST KNOW" She thought, annoyance at not being able to figure this out gnawing at her.

"I need more information that is all. Study, Observe, and Learn." she said recalling what her mother had told her one time. With that Florence stood and packed her things up, and headed for the sewers. Her available fangs were getting thin, and medical supplies were hard to come by at times.

Ryltar/ Robert Archer:
Months later Florence found herself sitting in the Ladies Rest, content and happy for the first time in a long while. She still had her goals to understand her 'urges' and 'gifts' but through trying to learn she had grown from a selfish mean spirited person into a mostly kind hearted soul. She had risked her life many times to save others, wrestled a demon literally to hold it down so others could perform a ritual to destroy it or banish it, with aide of others sent a lich away from the outskirts, all in all progressed far beyond even what she could imagine.

Her skills with medicine and healing were stronger then anyone else could match, her knowledge of such far surpassing others of the cultist arts, and while her herbalism skills lacked in the mixing of forming salves compared to cultists who used there magics to aide in there creation her salves were made without the taint of such magics. Something which she was quite proud of, it was hard work for her and frustrating at times but all in all enjoyable even if she did mess up.

Florence was a happy teenager, she had found what she thought might be true love and settled down away from the dangerous life as a guard. She still had her studies of medicine and healing, and herbalism, and now also some basic studies of witchcraft. Which she kept hidden for the most part.

Florence had learned some things about Barovia that she was surprised to learn, but yet didnt care even if they were true. "Who cares?" She said to her lover. "...I just want to be with you and happy."

Shortly after a band of undead had captured both torturing both for many long days and a week or so. They had plated melted gold along Florences waist, marring her from ever having children of her own or feeling the pleasures of the flesh for the most part as well. She swore she would get revenge one day but it was not a driving force of hers currently. She just wanted to be happy , and she had gotten that and even her urges had settled  down to almost nothing but a slight annoyance when things got overly stressed.

As she settled back onto the bed in the place they now rested, a secretive area in Barovia she smiled, caressing her lovers cheek before both expressed there love for the other guide them soon after into a restful content sleep.

Ryltar/ Robert Archer:
Months later Florence sat at Constains fishing lodge with the child her lover and she shared, Anica was the girls name, they had found her abandoned along the lake one evening the soft cry's catching Florence's ears.

With her was a man named Wiltin, a curious man and one that Florence got the impression hid something about his past, but otherwise seemed nice enough . She still felt hollow inside since her brush with Sharian yet no one could find anything wrong with her physically or mentally, suddenly the door burst open and a man likely barovian strode in seeming both drunk and angry. "...There you are you filth!" He shouted, grabbing Florence who had just enough time to properly hand off Anica to Wiltin and say softly. "...Take her to the mage tower up north give her to the head mage there, tell them I'll be there shortly." She said softly then got grabbed by the drunk

Florence tensed she didnt like being grabbed so roughly nor restrained as this man was attempting to do. "...Back off sir..." She said as wiltin left. "...I dont know you your anger is wrongly directed now you want a fight well fine throw the first--UMPH!" Florence got cut off by the mans impressive swing to her jaw sending her staggering back though she kept her footing.

Florence felt the familar but scarcely used anger well inside her as she licked the blood from her lips. She snarled in reply, again something she rarely did anymore. In reply Florence delivered an impressive kick to his side sending the man tumbling out the door of the lodge into the night. Florence lacked any weapons sides her scapal and she drew it now stalking after the man.

The red haze that so rarely came over her descended now and she slashed at the man who returned one in kind landing his blow Florence's  mind realized that the blade was finely made and even had magic on it dark powerful magic that called to her yet made her skin crawl. "I have to get that blade away from that man otherwise he'll hurt others!" Her mind reasoned wanting to posses that blade for herself.

It wasnt meant to be with a lucky blow the dagger cut into her chest and skin and as she gasped in pain and staggered to her knees Florence looked up to the man. "...Foolish girl..." The voice said. It was also the last voice that Florence ever heard.


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