[h1][color=crimson][center]The Mighty Vlad Craznoh[/center][/color][/h1]

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[color=crimson]"Holy fff-mackerel."[/color] Vlad said to himself as he writhed in the pain of his eye being pulverized by the undead. Without the adrenaline of a fight keeping the pain at bay, Vlad used all of his willpower to keep himself from screaming at the top of his lungs. As his one good eye saw the people retuning to the streets, he decided to try to put his attention to something else in order to cope with the pain. He got out his bed roll and opened it up, placing it over one of the nearest corpses. He wasn't looking forward to sleeping in it again but he wanted to do his best to make things easier on the community.

[color=crimson]"I second the good night's rest. As for owein' us, I'm more than fine with just some medical support and some grub."[/color] Vlad said in response to the group's conversation as he sauntered over, still holding his eye wound.