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Many centuries ago, a young vampiric sorceress named Lilleth stalked the
lands. She and her army of vampires ravaged towns and cities, with sharp
fangs and an eternal hunger for blood, brutally slaying any innocent that
crossed their paths, before razing them to the ground. Unaware of the forces
that had gathered in a burned out tower, she continued her plight, her heart
empty of remorse or pity. These forces were the slayers, mainly husbands and
sons of the wives and mothers they left behind to follow great hunts and
missions of fortune, they returned to their charred homes to find the
blackened corpses of their loved ones. They had gatheres and sworn
vengeance; sworn to wipe out the evil vampires. They followed Lilleth's
trail of ash, smoke and fire, until they found a small village that
seemingly had not been attacked. Knowing the vampires feared the daylight,
they set up a camp inside the village, and waited for the night to come. The
sun set, and Lilleth smelled the night air, before summoning her army and
entering the small village. The leader of the slayers called a war cry and
his followers surrounded the village, before moving in, closer and closer to
Lilleth and her hordes. The villagers also stepped out of their homes armed
with stakes and axes, and severley outnumbered, with only their fangs as
weapons, the vampires were being slaughtered. Lilleth wept bloody tears for
her 'children' and as the last began to fall, she fell to the floor amongst
the scattered corpses. Believing her to be dead, the villagers carried her
cold, lifeless body to a great mount of wood and straw near the village. Her
minions were thrown all about her, and the villagers turned out to watch the
burning. She opened her eyes to flames licking around her and her army.
Smoke bellowed forth and allowed her to remain masked as she fled from the
fire and into a nearby wood. She watched the burning from behind a tree;
bloody tears streaming down her face, she realised that she was possibly the
last of her kind. She could not let the vampires die out; she swore that she
would mother a new army, and they would spread her blood until the lands
were swarmed with vampires.
But the burning was too much for her. She sank into depression, and for
centuries, she stalked the night, feeding from lowly peasants. She was
weakened from the pain and feeding too quickly, her victims died and could
not be sired. She began to drink heavily in the taverns and was often thrown
out unconscious onto the muddy walkways, only to be awakened by the morning
sunlight blistering her pale skin. One day, it became apparant that she was
with child. She didnt realise quite how, but she feared what she was about
to mother. Upon birth, she left the child with a loving family, who named
her Sylvana, and walked off into the night, once again crying for a lost
child. With despair in her heart, she remembered her vow. She met with a
young knight, Christof. They courted and seeing the ambition burning in his
eyes, she offered him the sacred embrace. He accepted, and she sent him
forth to Moorgate, to form the vampiric race. There he settled, and met with
Sylvana, the daughter of Lilleth. Christof didnt realise that his mind was
being controlled by his lover; through his eyes she gazed upon her beautiful
daughter, and forced Christof to sire her daughter. Sylvana, against her
will, was transformed into a vampire and her lover, Prettylady was
horrified. Lilleth, seeing the anger in Prettylady, ordered her death.
Christof dragged her into darkened yard and proceeded to drain her of her
life force. Sylvana found them, and pleeded for him to stop. He explained
that it was too late; she would be dead within minutes. Dropping to her
knees, Sylvana pleeded for him to save her; to awaken her. Christof regained
control, and seeing what Lilleth had made him do, he cut himself and held
his wrist to Prettylady's mouth. She drank, and was awakened as a vampire.
Though saddened at what Lilleth had done, Christof still wished to father a
family of vampires, and Sylvana, seeing that he had saved her lover, stood
by him in its forming.
Together they sired more vampires; I was one of them. Born a hideously
disfigured beast of a child, I was shunned by all who layed eyes on me. I
made a meagre living by telling the forturnes of those who crossed my path
on the deserted beaches around Cosrin. One day, a wizard offered me the gift
of beauty, on the understanding that I should serve him for eternity.
I was seemingly transformed, but the spell was simply an illusion that would
fool onlookers, and make them believe that I was the woman of their dreams.
I swore my allegeance with him, but I gave my word falsely, as he had.
Venturing into Moorgate, I still didnt feel that I belonged. I met with
those who had cast me out, and now they wanted me. However, I did not wish
to live in such a world. Something was missing in my life. Then while
hunting, I met Sylvana. We spoke and quickly bonded, but I feared that she
would cast me out as soon as she saw my hideous true form. I offered her a
mirror and she glanced into it, seeing me for what I truly was. However, she
cared little, and was one of the first people to take me for what I truly
was. She offered me the gift which I accepted, and as a vampire I felt as if
i belonged for the first time in my life. A large part of my life was
complete. I joined the small family of vampires, and swore truly my vow of
allegiance. Sylvana and I became strong friends, and upon her recent leave
from the clan to pursue her marriage with Prettylady, she entrusted me with
her position.
Our family still grows, and we also welcome those who do not wish to become
vampires, who support our kin. We drink only from those who offer and as
vampires, we do not claim to be evil or good, we respect each other
whichever path they choose, whether peaceful or chaotic.
Our current members are:
Saffina (Clan Leader)
Christof
Aqualizard
Ramman
Korhal
Bloodsucker
Gnit
Dudly
Sil
Saradin
Warriv
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