>>5197554>>5197558>>5197593>>5197610>Ask for her origin. You recognize her armor.“Your armor.. is familiar.” You stare. “Did you serve with the KING’S ROYAL ARMY? I’m a veteran myself.”
“So that’s it.” She responds brusquely. “I was with the BERSERKER REGIMENT. “
Ah; you might not recognize her armor from your time in the battlefield, but you can certainly recall it from your studies at the academy.
The BERSERKER REGIMENT were a unit of elite shock troops that saw deployment on the front lines for years. They would use spells and curse-bound armor to break the limits of human strength and spirit, whereupon they would lose control and rage for days on end.
They were like human artillery strikes; killing friend and foe indiscriminate, devastating villages, gnawing on their own blades. It’s said that just one was enough to level a battlefield. But they were retired from use about fifteen years ago–the tides of modern warfare had shifted and berserkers had grown outdated. Moreover, their rages cut their lifespan short by decades. The last one was said to have died years ago, but...
“So how are you here?” You ask, rather insensitively. “Your type aren’t prone to live long.”
“The same reason I can lance you through the throat right now and you’ll wake up as the same pain in the ass.” The berserker snarls. “Are you done?”
>Ask what her business here is.>Ask if she’s looking to join a party.>Leave her be. Speak with your dhampir about your affairs.>Leave her be. Speak with your new handmaid.>Write-In. 