Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180602214536

(Ibs) Barnabus listens to Tirush in absolute silence, hearing her every word and respectfully letting her speak them. The clouds part momentarily letting the moon shine down upon the group. It’s pale glow heightens the atmosphere and stare of the Higher kin in the group.

“Oh? A daughter? Well at least there is that. I’m sure your child will grow up even stronger than you someday. Alas, not all children grow into the expectations of their parents.” Barnabus looks to Armata.

“Unseen do not have children. We seclude ourselves from all unless absolutely necessary. In our first age, Tirush. Humans were the dominant species of this world. Then Pramool created The Conjunction. Numerous worlds, dimensions and realms across stars and time were joined in a single stream. Through this, portals were opened to each of them, and Pramool’s spawns flooded forth like a plague. Soon our world was home to Vampires. But not like us.”

The clouds shift, and the pale moon light fades from sight. The glow in Barnabus’ eyes return.

“They are monstrous, vicious, without conscience or mercy. They’re only motivation is their thirst and the protection of the Bruxa. It was a horrible time. Blood stained the lands and families coward in their homes afraid of the creatures that lurk in the dark. Soon the Vampires grew so fierce in number that the Humans had only one choice. Unite or die. Even united the fight was horrific and loses were staggering. However a militant effort was made one year to clear out a hive of Vampires hidden deep in a mountainous pass.”

“The incursion into the hive was savage, terrible lose on both sides. But there the humans found a Bruxa, a queen of their species. But capturing it proved futile. Soon three great warriors appeared, and began a murderous campaign against the Vampire. Before long their talent for slaying rallied entire nations behind them. They alone hunted down the Bruxa, and defeated it.”

“That night they drank to their latest victory, until a stranger joined them by the fire. The stranger was cloaked in red. He inquired about the Bruxa’s corpse. And the warriors explained. They regaled the stranger with the story of their great victory. Then the stranger, told the warriors that a Bruxa’s blood is plentiful in magic. And that drinking it would instill the warriors with powers of the Vampire.”

“Blinded by pride, fervor and lust for more power over the Vampires, the warriors drank the blood of the kill. Slowly they saw the desired results. They were stronger, faster, heightened senses and more. Soon they seemed immune to death. But the power has a terrible price, the thirst. To sustain their strength, feeding on the blood of others was the only thing that worked effectively. Soon they found themselves no different than the beasts they hunted. But their was hope yet.”

“Through what can only be known as willpower, they resisted uncontrolled indulgence. They restrained the thirst, and found alternative means to gain the blood they needed. Soon the warriors returned to their work of purging the Vampires. Yet they themselves had become Vampire. With all the savage might of the beasts, but the will of men. The Higher species was born. The three warriors bared their names with pride, their houses now infamous.”

“House Drakkon, house Umbra... and house De’Sange. Before long the council was created, and will mates were selected to marry and be turned by the council. As our numbers grew, we fought back against the Lesser kin, driving them into deeper, darker holes. Humans then fell under our protection, and pacts were made to ensure mutual benefits. After all, our deepest roots come from them.”

“Now Unseen, like me. Are being hunted. And with the looming threat of Pramool, I fear we are not to last either...”