Valerie von Vincke
The evening had begun as any proper one did: with making sure nobody had moved anything in her bed chambers while she slumbered. After taking a brief accounting of her belongings, Valerie had a pair of impeccably dressed servants attend to her appearance and attire. This was to be a night of tax collecting, and the baroness enjoyed performing the duty personally on the eve of the new moon. On other nights she might have preferred to have her tenants brought to her, with other matters to concern her. It was just as she was about to get into her carriage and call the bats to gather and swirl around that everything went wrong.
And by wrong, Valerie meant how she quite literally fell from her seat into a seemingly endless abyss of darkness. With such stimulus, or lack thereof, the vampire lady took this as a prompt to indulge in some improper flailing about and obscenities. This lasted for perhaps a moment, before she got a grasp of whatever wretched Outer Realm she had been cursed into. Which of her rivals was responsible for this? How was she to get back?
Oh, there was a tendril of mana! Valerie just had to reach out and grasp it so she could follow it back, and count her blessings that whatever hostile dimension she'd found herself in could not slay what was already dead...
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The richly attired woman fell from the air and landed gracefully on her feet. "Hmph! What nonsense..." she grumbled to herself in her aristocratic accent while brushing herself off and taking in her surroundings.