For decades the Dark Mages worked in the shadows of the Realm of the Dead. All of their efforts were focused on the sole task of creating a being so powerful and so wicked, that not even the gods themselves could destroy it. Gallons of potions were consumed, hundreds of mage lives were sacrificed for the cause, and no progress had ever been made.
The gods that were once loving and unified, were now split apart, angry and unforgiving. If a creature was made in which they both wanted to destroy, they would once again come together and fight side by side against a common enemy. They would soon discover that they had been punished by the Dark Mages, people that had once followed them. The gods would see the damage that their time apart had caused and helplessly watch as vile creatures beyond their control roamed the land and fed upon the very beings they watched over.
After five decades of failure, the Master Mage, Athusk Exarion, had decided enough was enough. If this was to be successful, they must
venture from the Realm of the Dead and find an untainted, alive, and
pure source to experiment with.
Four of the most experienced Dark Mages were sent through the portal to the streets of Hydlaa by the Master Mage's command. A pure source. So simple, yet so challenging at the same time. How was one to simply take a living being to the Realm of the Dead and not be noticed? Would the subject survive the journey there? What was a truly untainted source?
These questions were asked but never answered as the Dark Mages creeped amongst the shadows, watching and waiting for some sign to point them in the right direction. Suddenly, the roar of a wounded man echoed throughout the desolate and deserted part of the city.
The Dark Mages followed the sounds, grinning twistedly as their
excitement rose. The man would be near death and so the trip would not be as difficult. He would survive the journey to Death and they would have their untainted source in perfect condition. Cackling maliciously, the Dark Mages found the man in a bloody heap propped up against a wall and quickly opened a portal to the Realm of the Dead. The man's body was quickly tossed inside, the four Dark Mages
following soon after.
The man was found to be of the Diaboli race, a fairly common and easy being to work with. After binding and examining the anatomy for a few hours, the Dark Mages began to work.
The Master Mage's apprentice, Yerut Osrper, watched the four Mages and his Master begin to force vial after vial of deadly poisons down the Diaboli's throat as tiny incisions were made all over his body, the blood drops creating a pattern on the stone floor. "The poison is not going into his blood..." he whispered to himself.
"Yerut!" the Master Mage barked from across the room. "Bring me the last vial of 'Atrox Solis!' "
"Yes Master!" Yerut answered and ran to the shelf where the bottles
of black liquid were kept. As he slowly approached the man, his attention was drawn to the small trail of blood trickling down his
face from his mouth. Completely ignoring the Master Mage's
instructions, he poured a drop of the potion into the blood trail,
strangely knowing what the outcome would be.
The blood was consumed by the poison and slowly followed the trail
back up into the Diaboli's mouth. The blackness grew and soon spread all over his body, seeping into the many tiny incisions. The man's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his mouth open in a soundless scream of terror and pain. His canine teeth were pushed out of his bleeding mouth and replaced with longer ones, just barely touching his bottom lip. His body shook and trembled violently as the poison entered into his very veins, consuming his pure, Diaboli blood. Suddenly, he grew still.
There was no pulse. He was cold like a corpse and his eyes were
closed. A few moments passed where the Dark Mages watched and stood around in complete silence.
A movement. Slowly, the Diaboli's cold black eyes opened and his
mouth moved to speak as he turned to the pale and terrified Yerut.
"Creator...Father... what isss your name?" he whispered in a low hiss.
"Y-Yerut Osrper. I am your Maker. You will obey me."
The creature suddenly rose to his feet in a fluid motion, almost too
quick to be seen. "You have made me ssstrong, Yerut. Let me show you how ssstrong I am."
The creature lunged forward and sunk it's large fangs into Yerut's
neck, greedily drinking up the blood that flowed from within. A few
moments later, the drained corpse was dropped to the floor like a
lifeless doll. "Yessss. I am ssstrong. I will be named after my Father's last word that I heard in hisss mind as hisss blood passed to me." the creature hissed as he slowly exited the Dark Library, pulling on the black robe of his Maker.
"Cruentus Monstrumis!"
About Cruentus:
- He is the vampiric “god”.
- His powers allow him to control Ellasandra as well as summon ALL vampires in his bloodline to him at once. No vampire in his bloodline can resist his call.
- No vampire or group of vampires could kill him, for they are his own creation. He has absolute power over them.
- However, a large group of well-trained warriors and mages (non-vampires) could bring about the downfall of Cruentus. It would be a bloody battle, for he would summon his entire bloodline to come to his aid, but the mortals could indeed win in the end.
Cruentus found beings in which he felt he could pass on his gift to:
[Not all characters mentioned are in the actual guild. Blue indicates guild members.]
[Indicates a deceased vampire.]
Ellasandra Lenria - [/color] A beautiful Diaboli woman of 21 years. She was Cruentus' first fledgling. She was Turned when Cruentus had found her after she had been attacked by thieves and left to die in a dark alleyway. Her strong mental connection to Cruentus causes the others to look to her as a leader. Also, being his first fledgling, she is physically stronger than the other vampires, but the weakest mentally. She obeys Cruentus without a second thought and is controlled by him. It is a known fact that Cruentus will channel himself through her at times. She is strict when she has to be, but is one of the less cold-hearted and kindest vampiric creatures.
Kamii -[/b][/color] A tall, strong, and smart Diaboli man in his mid 20's He is Ellasandra's first fledgling. He was Turned when Ellasandra had fed upon him in a quiet corner of Jayose's library. After seeing that he continued to hold onto life after being nearly drained; Ellasandra bit into her wrist and let him drink the immortal wine. He is reckless like all new fledglings and is very attached to Ellasandra; much like a newborn child is to its mother.
Duvare Ewuhi -[/b][/color] A stunning Fenki of 17 years. She is Ellasandra’s second fledgling.She was Turned when Ellasandra had taken her from the side of her fiance while asleep to feed from her. Duvare spoke of how she did not want to die as Ellasandra slowly drained the life from her. Ellasandra took this as Duvare asking to be Turned and forced her drink the vampiric blood. Duvare now is attached to Ellasandra like any new fledgling, but is scared of her new existence.
Wetohe Direay -[/color] A strong Diaboli man in his early 20's He was Cruentus' second fledgling. He was Turned on a dark night while sitting alone on a street corner, drunk, bloody from a bar brawl, and slowly slipping into unconsciousness. It is a known fact that he can often be cruel and a bit animalistic in his ways, but whenever Ellasandra is around, he quickly remembers to mind his manners and send dashing smiles her way.
Arachnor Daavren -[/color] A charismatic and strong Diaboli male in his late teens. He was Cruentus' third fledgling. He was Turned when Cruentus had found him in a bar, bragging about how he was the best fighter that walked Yliakum. Cruentus liked his thirst for adventure and so Turned him based on his personality and skills alone.
Venomite -[/color] An arrogant, sarcastic, and extremely cold-hearted Diaboli man. He was Cruentus' fourth and final fledgling. He was Turned after following Cruentus around for many nights, seeing what he was. Immortality and power is what he craved above all, and so asked to be Turned. Cruentus Turned him, but made sure that the change was exceptionally slow and painful. This only added to Venomite's usually wicked and cruel demeanor.
Gatuna Veneficus -[/b] A dark spirit in the form of a female Enkidukai. She is Venomite's first fledgling. As he fed from her, he forced her to drink his immortal blood. She was unwillingly Turned and is even more closely linked to the darkness than she was before. She will always try to fight the bloodlust and attempt to deny her vampiric traits.
Skreit Carenthan -[/b] An unusually strong and powerful Menki of 24 years. Even before he was Turned by Gatuna, he had exceptional skills in magic and immense strength. He seeks revenge on all of the vampires for robbing him of his life and ultimately warping his entire existence. However, he will not strike Gatuna, for she shares his belief that all vampires must be destroyed.
After Cruentus had Turned his first fledglings, he began to fall into
long trances that did not allow him to leave his resting place in the
Realm of the Dead to feed. The potion that had Turned him slowly began to seep out of him through the tiny incisions that once again began to form and open on his body.
He now rests in the Realm of the Dead, weakening by the moment. His fledglings now dwell in the sewers, living off of the blood of rats
and unfortunate passerby as they feel their Lord slowly fade.
Can these creatures continue their bloodline and rise against the forces that oppose them? Or will they be hunted and destroyed?
About the vampires:
- They are naturally inclined and skilled at the Dark Way.
- Light from the Azure Sun weakens them and spells of the Crystal Way are fatal.
- They are able to go out into the Light, provided that they are completely covered by a dark robe or cloak. Even when cloaked they still limit their time in the Light.
- A stake to the heart, silver weapons, decapitation, and being burned also kills them.
- Holy objects have no effect on them, despite common belief.
- They are strong and fast with excpetionally quick reflexes.
- As with all vampires, the bloodlust will always win over logical
thinking. Some of the direct descendants of Cruentus are able to
exercise more control over it.
They cannot:
- Turn into bats, grow wings, or turn into other animals and creatures.
- Read minds. The vampires share a mental connection with one another, just not with other non-vampiric beings.
- Control people. However, they do have a lot of charisma and can
often be very persuasive.
Additional notes:
-A skilled fighter could hold their own against a vampire. They
could possibly kill a vampire if the vampire was a fledgling and not
one of Cruentus’direct descendants.
-A skilled Crystal Way mage or Red Way mage could easily kill a
vampire, provided that they are quick enough in summoning the power needed for the spell.
- The cure for vampirism is known only to Cruentus.
- The vampires are not “normal” and therefore one must realize that they do indeed move unbelievably fast and are VERY strong.
Ranks:
Bloodletter: An individual that has been forced or willingly accepted into serving the vampires. They serve as a permanent source of blood in times of when the vampires cannot hunt. Bloodletters work hard and strive to become bloodbonded so they feel a stronger connection with their Masters
Bloodbonded: An individual that has been given a small amount of vampiric blood. It is not enough to turn them, but to share a mental connection with the vampire they are bonded to.
Fledgling: A newly Turned vampire. They are the most unstable and worst skilled at controlling the bloodlust. Only the most loyal and
strong of the bloodbonded are given the honor to be Turned.
Dark One: A vampire that is no longer a fledgling and can excerise moderate control over the bloodlust. He/She may choose one Bloodletter and bloodbond them to his/her self.
Fourth Turned: The fourth one that Cruentus Turned, Venomite.
Third Turned: The third one that Cruentus Turned, Arachnor Daavren.
Second Turned: The second one that Cruentus Turned, Wetohe Deiray.
First Turned: The first one that Cruentus Turned, Ellasandra Lenria.
Lord of the Vampyres: The title solely reserved for Cruentus Monstrumis himself.
Some notes and comments:
The majority of this guild is made up of alt. chars. of people that are experimenting with a different kind of RP. This guild is extremely experimental and dedicated to one purpose: to introduce interesting RP into Planeshift.
I have tried my best to make the vampires’ existence fit within the settings of Planeshift. If the Devs would like me to just abandon the idea, I will do so immediately. However, there are a few people that have already been in RP with the vampires and I hope that they will
add their input here.
I have recently seen the thread about “God RPing” and am making one thing clear: the vampires HAVE weaknesses.
[Some of the story seems to have been pasted a little strangely. Maybe it's the computer I'm using right now. I will try to fix it up later.]
