<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 - Second Floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Athletics check w/advantage</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-05-07 20:21:02, MdG (uid: 41210) rolls: 2d20k1m4 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153271)</div></div><br/>There was a horde of the pallid, faceless things out there in the dark corridors beyond the refuge that she had crafted for herself.  Yes, she knew they would be there, waiting, testament to the madness bred in the asylum.  And she pushed back their flailing hands, clawed in the grip of the damned, like they had arisen from the fever-dream of some parish vicar preaching a sermon of fire and brimstone.  Emboldened as they were by their own madness, spouting libel at her, they had not the bodies of soldiers, nor the strength of women accustomed to working the land, and she pushed them back with butt of her musket.  Against her, the assailants had only numbers.<br/><br/>"Wretches! Now, stand back!" Danae called through gritted teeth.  They were many.  They were legion.<br/><br/>The darkness was pervasive, the lamplight dim, and she hastened into Dr Rehner's quarters, and barred the door closed behind her.<br/><br/>There were, she was certain, the souls of the damned wailing and wandering outside.  There had, she remembered, been lurid printed depictions in the vast and dusty collection of her school's library of the state of despair that awaited souls that strayed too far into the paths of hopelessness and despond.  Intricate little images of suffering: of the bound, the flagellated, the urticated, the flensed.  To her, there had been something sensual in all that suffering, a kind of communion with an inner flesh that craved to feel the kiss of the lash.  There had always been a frisson of pleasure when she dispatched goblyns - goblyns were by far the most satisfying because it was easier to look them in the eyes when you were running them through - with sabre or carbine.  Oh, she had enjoyed soldiering, just as she had enjoyed wielding the cane as a prefect.  When there had been a bright new plaything she wanted, all she had to do was manufacture an offence.<br/><br/>If she had indeed died on the<em>Charlotte</em>this bedlam was probably no more than she deserved.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Investigation</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-05-07 20:36:36, MdG (uid: 41210) rolls: 1d20k1m1 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153272)<br/><br/>Danae will search Dr Rechner's quarters carefully, taking her time seeking any spare clothing, equipment, and any documentation (assuming Danae can recognise it as such) of interest</div></div>