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- Sep 7, 2015
For centuries the Vapmires held total power in the land. They hunted without discrimination. Feeding on all forms of life. Of course their main prey were the humans. But there was talk among the clans. The humans were working with their sworn enemies, the Lycan. News of this spread fear among all Vampire. Their place of power was being threatened. Something must be done.
The night air was cool. A small gust of wind rustled the trees. Clouds filled the dark sky casting shadows from the moon light. A lone human stood out on a balcony of a grand mansion. His hair was long and dark. His light pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light. The soft blue of his eyes shined. The young man stood at six foot two and was of average build. He was adorned in deep blue robes with ornate marking embroidered in the soft fabric.
His name was Jasper and he was the last of his kind. He studied since he was a child in the ancient magic of Shadowmancy. The art of using one's own darkness and the darkness of the surroundings as a catalyst for powerful spells.
Taking a breath Jasper turned from the short stone wall. He knew what was happening and worried. His mistress was a Vampire clan leader and her people were being threatened. He swore a blood oath to protect and serve her with his body, his blood, and his soul.
He made his way into back into the mansion. Everything was lavish, the study he entered held several priceless items and texts. The room was light by magic crystal lamps. Housing a bed and night stands it was clear this was his room. Spell books and scrolls were open and sprawled out over the table in the corner. He walked through the room and through the door. The light dimming as he left.
The hall was lined with paintings. Some of family others of landscapes. Walking down the hall and down stairs Jasper made his way to the sitting room. He walked in and bowed his head. "Mistress." His voice was like silk. "I worry about what's happening." His eyes rested at her feet.
The night air was cool. A small gust of wind rustled the trees. Clouds filled the dark sky casting shadows from the moon light. A lone human stood out on a balcony of a grand mansion. His hair was long and dark. His light pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light. The soft blue of his eyes shined. The young man stood at six foot two and was of average build. He was adorned in deep blue robes with ornate marking embroidered in the soft fabric.
His name was Jasper and he was the last of his kind. He studied since he was a child in the ancient magic of Shadowmancy. The art of using one's own darkness and the darkness of the surroundings as a catalyst for powerful spells.
Taking a breath Jasper turned from the short stone wall. He knew what was happening and worried. His mistress was a Vampire clan leader and her people were being threatened. He swore a blood oath to protect and serve her with his body, his blood, and his soul.
He made his way into back into the mansion. Everything was lavish, the study he entered held several priceless items and texts. The room was light by magic crystal lamps. Housing a bed and night stands it was clear this was his room. Spell books and scrolls were open and sprawled out over the table in the corner. He walked through the room and through the door. The light dimming as he left.
The hall was lined with paintings. Some of family others of landscapes. Walking down the hall and down stairs Jasper made his way to the sitting room. He walked in and bowed his head. "Mistress." His voice was like silk. "I worry about what's happening." His eyes rested at her feet.
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