Time and time again, we've been forced to live in the shadows of everyone else. But as the days grow old, eventually one of us snapped. The rampages began...
The world was new, as was our civilation. We didn't have the power, the domanance, that we hungered for. It was challenge enough just staying in the shadows, hiding 'till the moon was high. People of stone-flesh and thirst for blood. This was the time of the Vampires.
The first rampage was liveable, only few were killed and none raised suspicion. But, as the decades rolled by, they transformed into something worse. Hundreds of mortals died, and more then a few were suspicious. Hunters were starting their journey to fine us, and to destory. The Age of the Vampire Hunters began.
Those were times when none saw hope, darkeness overloomed the survivors. Our visits to town diminished as dangers rose. More and more innocent were killed as the Hunter's wrath struck nameless times. Our kind left the towns and moved to safety, The Age of Travel began.
Moving away, towns grew at ease, the dangers have passed. No longer shall one think of Blood-Sucking Demons with skin like ice. The only tales are of their slayers, and how they prevailed. How sad their somber song as the mystical chorus echoed through the forest. Songs of melody, pain, and dreams. The songs that reveal hope that was never lost, no matter how hard times were. The Vampiric Age was over....
The world was new, as was our civilation. We didn't have the power, the domanance, that we hungered for. It was challenge enough just staying in the shadows, hiding 'till the moon was high. People of stone-flesh and thirst for blood. This was the time of the Vampires.
The first rampage was liveable, only few were killed and none raised suspicion. But, as the decades rolled by, they transformed into something worse. Hundreds of mortals died, and more then a few were suspicious. Hunters were starting their journey to fine us, and to destory. The Age of the Vampire Hunters began.
Those were times when none saw hope, darkeness overloomed the survivors. Our visits to town diminished as dangers rose. More and more innocent were killed as the Hunter's wrath struck nameless times. Our kind left the towns and moved to safety, The Age of Travel began.
Moving away, towns grew at ease, the dangers have passed. No longer shall one think of Blood-Sucking Demons with skin like ice. The only tales are of their slayers, and how they prevailed. How sad their somber song as the mystical chorus echoed through the forest. Songs of melody, pain, and dreams. The songs that reveal hope that was never lost, no matter how hard times were. The Vampiric Age was over....
