After climbing up, Clarence takes in the scene. Responding to
Varos, Clarence says "Yes, thank you. I've always preferred swords to staves." Clarence sets down the candelabra, takes the sword, and performs a few cursory passes. "Much better, thank you."
Clarence steps forward into the room, when he sees the corpse. Suddenly, his mind is filled with visions of his favorite food. Steak. Juicy Steak. Normally, he prefers medium rare, but the taste of rare steak fills his mouth. He feels the the texture of the flesh as his teeth chomp into it. The muscle fibers splitting between his tongue. The rich flavor and smooth texture of lightly grilled fat, as it melts in his mouth. Above all, he tastes the intense flavor—with that slight tang of iron—of the blood, the juicy, juicy
blood. His mouth waters; he feels his incisors poke not-so-lightly into his lower lip. He
knows that what is before him will taste even better than the rarest, rawest steak he had ever eaten.
He walks forward, as if in a daze, raising his hands to grab at the succulent neck, when his newly acquired sword—which he had completely forgotten he was holding—comes into his line of sight and blocks the corpse. That moment was what Clarence needed to get a hold of himself. He shudders, realizing just how close he came to slaking his hunger with the unholy curse of vampirism.
Taking a step back, he is relieved to have escaped the compulsion, only to gaze in abject horror at the hundreds of spiders that seem to have veritably erupted from every corner.
AARRGGHH, I HATE spiders! Clarence commences to stomp uncontrollably, trying to crush the small horrors as quickly as they appear.
OOC:
I presume I can switch the candelabra for a short sword now?
Also, the rationale behind my not feeding is that Clarence has not suffered any injuries, and with a WIS of 15, should have the willpower to resist for now. I can roll a WIS check if that is what you need, DM.