The Stray:
The butcher shop is closed, but there's no one around to hear the breaking of window glass. Shanks of smoked beef hang in the chilly tin ice-house in the back, and there are buckets of cow's blood for the taking. Half a dozen cow heads watch William with empty eyes.
((OOC: You can make a natural healing roll with a +2 bonus here. you also won't suffer the Fatigue penalty once you wash away the nasty gunk you swallowed.))
William rummages around for a ladle or a cup, then dips it into the blood and drinks it. Carefully, slowly, first, but quickly his thirst takes over and he gulps down as much as he can, then takes another cup, then another.
He finally staggers back, as if drunk. He had felt the wounds in his back close, but the gash on his head remained open.
As he carefully prodded the gash with his fingers and felt the slightly cracked bones of his skulls, a shiver ran down his spine. He should be howling mad with pain, but here he was just feeling a dull sensation as if he'd bumped his head on a doorframe.
He swallowed the last drops from his cup, licking the blood from the rim.
In the dim light he had trouble seeing the blood on his shirt and clothes, both from the blood he just spilled and the greyish sludge from the indian.
I cut him up with his own knife. He sayd into the silent butcher's shop, practicing his explanation.
And what about the blood on your face? The silent question gave him pause. The he started searching the shop again, this time for a piece of cloth and some water to wash his face.
Once he'd cleaned himself up, he did one last thing: Search for small tin bottle to take a souvenir with him: as much blood as he could fill into it. Always good to have a little snack.
He carefully whiped any blood from the bottle as well, then pocketed it.
Now what? Go back toward the hill and hope that Vincent wasn't done killing the fanged bitch? Go back and look, just to make sure? Or leave this fucking town, catch up with the vampires later?
Well, what do you think? Killing the fanged bitch wasn't good enough for you, so what the fuck do you suggest now? he asked the empty-eyed cow heads in the empty room, not really expecting an answer.
He carefully left the butcher's shop. Time to get going. Wouldn't serve to be caught in here, after deeds hard to explain.
10:29, Today: William Pierce rolled 4,12 using d6+1,d6+1, rerolling max with rolls of 3,(6+5)11. Notice Alertness, wound.
I'm taking a little liberty here with the tin bottle, but I don't think it's unreasonable to find one here.
Took me two chips, but I'm almost back at full health. One wound's basically a scratch.
10:17, Today: William Pierce rolled 4 (total 11) using 1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 4. Heal, blue chip on top.
10:16, Today: William Pierce rolled 3,7 using d10-1,d6-1, rerolling max with rolls of 4,(6+2)8. Heal! Damnit, White Chip.
10:16, Today: William Pierce rolled 3,2 using d10-1,d6-1, rerolling max with rolls of 4,3. Heal!