<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/izQSSl0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Countess Emilia<strong>Tagging:</strong>Ember, The Grand Fool, Mistress?<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25/25<strong>Attack:</strong>d8<strong>Armor:</strong>0<br/><br/><strong>Active Stunts:</strong>None<br/><strong>Status:</strong>None<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>At 2019-12-04 07:40:06, Autocad (uid: 39463) rolls: 1d8 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=141933)<br/><hr/><br/>As they were introduced in less than a praiseworthy manner, Emilia refused to let neither the jester's dishonesty nor the crowd's heckling get the better of her. She proved her superiority by waving lazily back at the audience as though they were fans mad with adulation worthy of merely the tiniest morsel of acknowledgement.<br/><br/>Alas, her composure shattered like ice when their opponent arose. Emilia scrambled backwards involuntarily, stopping only when the chain tying her to Ember snapped taut. "No, it cannot be!" She cried out in disbelief, her bosom heaving. "I saw you burned away by the light of dawn with my own eyes. You must be an imposter, your words - all lies!" She held her saber out towards the vampire, yet her hand was shaking and her guard unsteady.  "And this I shall prove, by the bite of my blade - I am no longer your mewling maid!"<br/><br/>Almost forgetting that Ember was there entirely, Emilia took a step forward with her weapon raised high and executed a textbook-perfect slash across the body of her mistress-look-alike as she stepped into range.<br/>