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Your morale isn't dropping, the enemy just has much higher morale than you. In the battle screen, the morale bar shows the ratio of your morale to the maximum morale of any participant, not to your maximum morale. Odds are they have more military ideas than you.

Science doesn't prove anything, it just repeatedly fails to disprove. We've had good reason to believe that nothing can propagate faster than light since the Michelson-Morley experiment, and certainly since the development of SR.

I'm going to have to argue that humanist is the best in the game. It means no revolts for the rest of your days. Seriously, -10 years of separatism is huge. That, along with increasing autonomy is enough to drop revolt risk to zero in almost any newly conquered province. Combine that with lowered base unrest, way more accepted cultures, and almost guaranteed 100% religious unity, and you're set.

[3] For some reason, you keep having this urge to go to the constable and turn yourself in. But that would be stupid. Really, really damn stupid. Best case scenario, they think you're mad and you spend the rest of your life rotting in the asylum. It's more likely that they'll just kill you. But first things first. You need to deal with this leg before you can make any sort of long term plan. Unfortunately, you have no medicine, no equipment, and no training... and yet, you feel almost as if you can.. move the bone fragments. Concentrating intensely, you manage to shift them a little, but the pain is incredible. Still, you fight through it, and manage to reassemble your leg after many minutes of mindblowing agony. You look down, and notice that you've lost a lot of blood.

?? the Fledgling Vampire
Age:0
Blood: 25%
Talents: Shapeshifting 1

[2]. Oh god, you're so hungry. So very, very hungry. You don't know if it's because a large portion of your blood is now running into the cracks between the cobblestones, or has some more supernatural origin, but regardless, you need to eat. You get up, wincing as you put weight on your newly healed leg, and look in the alley behind the hovel for an unsuspecting bloodbag. There's no one to be found. You do, however, spy a rat. Bracing yourself for what you can't imagine will be a pleasant taste, you grab it and dig in. Almost immediately, you begin vomiting. Rat blood is a no go, it seems.

[6] You've got to run. Someone is going to find the body, and if you're still standing here, it's curtains for you. Your panic overwhelms you, and instead of settling into a steady jog, you run as hard as you can in no particular direction, and find yourself moving almost painfully fast. The air is whipping by with incredible speed, and anything not directly in front of you has been blurred into a vague smear of color. You begin to wonder how this is even possible before slamming into the side of a small shop right across from where the alley meets a real street.

[3] Well, that was unpleasant. And loud. There's no way you haven't attracted someone's attention. You had better hide. You spy a dilapidated church a few buildings off. It has some sort of notice pinned to the door, and as you approach closer, you notice that the door is half torn from its hinges. Perfect. You attempt to force your way inside, only to feel your insides wrench about horribly as your skin begins to burn. You fall to your knees, and the feeling slowly fades. Something is very wrong here, but you don't have time to think about that. You still need to hide. At the end of the street, you spy a hovel in similar condition. On the door, a notice declares that the building has been condemned for "A Most Unusual and Irreparable Surplus of Rattes, Moldes, and other Creatures constituting evidense of an advanced State of Decay". It'll have to do.

[6] You consider going back for the body and hiding it or stealing some clothing, but if there was anyone around, you've inevitably attracted their attention already. Better to lie low. Looking back on your condition, you find your previous conclusion has only been reaffirmed. Vampirism is simply the only thing that fits. You have heard stories of vampires exhibiting strange, transformative powers- reshaping themselves into bats or clouds of mist to escape from their enemies. Perhaps you can do such a thing as well. You focus deeply, concentrating on the form of a bat... small little snub nose, fur everywhere, enormous wings, tiny little clawed feet, shar- and you feel something change. Opening your eyes, you look down, and find that you've been transformed into an enormous bat. Instinctually spreading your wings, you bump into the sides of the hovel. This form is not going to work especially well right now, and the hunger growing within you suggests that perhaps it should be used sparingly elsewhere. You release your focus and find yourself swiftly returning to a more conventional form.

?? the Fledgling Vampire
Age:0
Blood:50%
Talents: Shapeshifting 1

You consider leaving at the speed of light. You had no idea that light even had a speed. Does anyone know that light has a speed? It probably doesn't. The strange things your brain comes up with.. but as far as leaving goes, no, you can't do that. You've got a reasonable hiding spot, but if anyone called the guard in to investigate, it's only a matter of time before their patrols take them along this particular street as well.

[3] You try to recall the year, thinking that it may prove of importance at some point, but nothing comes up. The current monarch... again, nothing. Curious.

You try to focus, but nothing comes back. You're just left standing in an empty alley looking vaguely confused. You decide this is probably a waste of your time. Something about this hunger is preventing you from thinking straight- better to address that right away. You set off in search of a meal.

[5] You consider your options. Some roast chicke- no, no, that won't satisfy your craving. You know you need something very particular to satisfy yourself, but you can't quite place a finger on it.. it has to be liquid, yes. Some soup, maybe. Chowder? No, no. That won't do. It's far too... thick. Tomato soup, perhaps? Closer, but there's something missing. You want... something metallic. It sounds strange, but as soon as you think it, you know it's true. Then it hits you. You want blood. Fresh, warm blood. You've never felt so certain about anything before in your life. It has to be blood. You see a vagrant sleeping a few dozen meters off. You've never been especially scrupulous, but assault- that's a bit much. Nonetheless, you approach closer, drawn by instinct, until your head is a few inches away from his crumpled form. Then, in what seems like an instant, you find yourself at his throat, fangs- whose presence you have just discovered- embedded deep in his jugular, rapidly draining his body of precious, delicious, and deeply satisfying blood. My god. You're a vampire.


?? the Fledgling Vampire
Age: 0
Blood: 100%

Which makes perfect sense, seeing as people do, you know, come from Africa.

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