<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://ddb.ac/characters/13428552/TAFm5K)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - upper floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Asylum - Top Floor<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>The Party, Faelyn<br/><br/>She went up the stairs, the party with her, the whole building seemingly a living, breathing, struggling monster.  If the darkness was broken by the distant light of lamps it was only to cast shadows of foreboding things they could only be grateful they were forbidden to see.  It was a dreadful place, but Danae seemed drawn to it.  A moth to a flame.  It was the same instinct indifferent to her own self-preservation that had made her an excellent cavalrywoman - and that which had drawn her into the bowels of her own manor to see the Black Sabbaths her servants held in circles drawn in chalk and blood.  She was<em>certain</em>of what she had seen; certain as she was now that she was truly in an asylum in a forlorn island after a shipwreck.<br/><br/>"This place is - unreal."  Danae mused to no one in particular.  "Perhaps," she traversed into the morbid, "we have died, and this condemned place is the last refuge of our immortal souls.  Our just deserts."  It was grim musing.  She had, she reflected, lived a<em>questionable</em>life.  There were the juniors she had tormented as a prefect at boarding school, the countless tavern girls and naive country lasses she had seduced to satisfy her own fleeting desires, the miserable unarmed goblins she had seen chained together and thrown alive into the lake<em>pour décourager les autres</em>, the serial infidelities... "I, for my part, must admit that I have not lived a virtuous life," she confessed.  Merely saying it lifted a weight from her.<br/><br/>To Faelyn she said, "You are a tracker, no doubt - may I ask that you be on the lookout for this red ribbon of which the Doctor speaks?  All she has for us is riddles, but I fear that her warning ought not to be ignored."<br/><br/>When they came into the landing where the treatment rooms lay, she went up to the masked orderlies, brandishing Doctor Noire's key.  "We shall be opening each of these doors, Mesdames, and I ask only that you stand aside.  We are here to collect our comrades, and have no quarrel with you."  This<em>could</em>be redemption, of a sort.  If Ezra looked kindly on her efforts.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intimidation Check to persuade orderlies to stand down</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-07-15 18:50:10, Danae Vine-Lott (uid: 41210) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=147923)</div></div><br/><br/>She went straight for the door marked<em>A</em>, and slid open the window to inspect the cell.  "I am Danae Vine-Lott, Madame," she called into the cell, "I am the captain pro tempore of the<em>Charlotte</em>and if you wish to be released from this place, my comrades and I shall assist you."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC Danae's action plan</div><div class="spoiler_body">Danae will inspect each cell, and if she finds an inmate wishing to leave, she will open the door with Doctor Noire's key and release the inmate until physically challenged or restrained.</div></div>