Dark Passions




In times of confusion and pain, we each learn how to deal with such enemies of our own souls. But for those that are of kindred blood, its hard to learn to shed the outer shell that they contain themselves in. To live for hundreds, even thousands of years, is unthinkable to even a mere mortal, but for a vampire, its common place, and most of which are lucky if they live to be as old as the kindred i speak of here.

His name is Dareal, once a priest to all that was holy. His life was struck short in an uncommon way, leaving him to learn from his mentor who brought him across, after his previous attacker either could not, or would not finish the deed. From there on, Dareal grew strong, grew accustomed to his abilities and learned of all there was of the dark side and nature of the kindred. His hands had been bloodied many a time, feeling that he had been damned by the lord above to live in such blasphemy and despair. It took a kindred prince named Melanthus to bring him around and out of his bitterness, but that did not and would not for some time, heal the hole that had been ripped into his heart.

Its here that we will start our story, the tale of present day and the trials that are afoot for our once lordly priest, and what the heavens above sought to be the best and most fitting trial for Dareal to overcome.. his heart. So please sit by the fire and have a cup of cider as i begin our tale here in the dungeon.




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