[imported_Darken]

Finally... I arose from what felt like a coma that had lasted hundreds of years. My eyes were on fire, My body was stiff and achy, my mouth dry and my stomach rumbled. But Nothing sounded, fulfilling. I then came to my senses and realized it was only a couple hours later and that Vicious lay asleep in that quiet hotel room. It was a great place of comfort for him, peaceful paintings on all four walls of different worlds, maybe better or worse ones, with their own problems and their own nightmares, their own beauty's and wondrous magics. There was exceptional furniture throughout the room, it even had an okay view looking over the small river that separates East Britain, from West. He needed it. He deserved it.

I sat still, keeping 'watch', while he took rest. I was sitting out front the Inn, On the far side of the first bench to the right of the stairs. We didn't want any unwelcome 'rogue' visitors disturbing us in the night, so I offered watch. I don't sleep much anyways, not since... well, because the same echoing screams keep me up, they have been for years. If you didn't know me, you would call me crazy..but then again maybe not.. I am a plague holder..Nosferatu. No one would say a thing.
I felt like some sort of reptile, I had basically shed my skin and grew a new one, in the matter of hours. But I know what I am, and.. I love it. It could be worse, I could be a weak, off breed vampire.. But I was scarred by something far older, wiser and stronger then that. The beings that call themselves, "vampires", the ones that walk on the streets of Britain and other towns alike must be only half creature of the night.. they walk in the day so freely, like the light does nothing to them. It's strange..

We were to take our leave on the following night of the Sages moon, 2 days from now. The sages moon is beautiful. Basically the two moons, Zelforn and Athos, appear as crescents and meet each other at the points, perfectly. They then appear as a single moon, black in the center and outlined in the color of royalty. So many story's float in the air, each one claiming the truth on the secret behind the sages moon. The one that my mother told me,which happens to be the most gossiped tale of them all.. A sage who died century's ago, an honorable man, he altered the moons to perform good. He is long dead now, but his ghost comes back every three years to continue the tradition. Miracles happen on these days. Non of which I've come to know. This will be the eighth time that I'll witness it.

I grow impatient sitting here, knowing I wont catch another wind for days. He was fine, with guards patrolling the streets, and the Inn strategically located across from Beautiful Mytheril and Verite Dragons, and located at the beginning of virtues path, there was no worry.

I decided to go rogue, to infiltrate and see what we're up against. There was no way we were just going to walk in there and destroy the leader of the Nosferatu, not by a long shot. But to pick them off one by one, until support comes, we had a greater chance. It also stands to give me a good opportunity to find something to disguise myself, to look like one of them. They may know I'm not mortal, but that still doesn't make me one of them. I am to kill the leader, and claim his proof of power as my own, to rebuild the Nosferatu and rule it as my own, I have nothing else, God knows it won't be easy.. heh.. 'god'. But It doesn't matter who, or what your the leader of, there is always something that drives fear into the heads of followers. This is how kings, emritts, and lords alike don't get overthrown. As powerful and wise as the Nosferatu is, it has to be this way.

I'll meet up with Vicious later, outside of the location that is 'our new lead'.


(Applying for Death Shroud, Nosferatu Guildstone, and a trinket that proves leadership, which can be discussed later)