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Date Posted: 09:14:06 05/09/02 Thu
Author: Spad of the Nights Watch
Subject: Soul of Britannia, The Gathering of Forces.

The
Soul of Britannia, The Gathering of Forces.
By Spad of the Nights Watch

Moraith turns and storms from the room. He says with out turning, “ You best keep him alive, the fate of the realm rests upon what he knows! Send ravens to the Nights Watch and our Allies! We must plan our next moves!”

Zargresh paces his chambers, thinks, “Where the hell is Seth and his people, It has been two weeks since I sent them off to destroy the Order and nothing! No one has seen them and it is if they have dropped from the face of Britannia! I should have know better than to have trusted that blood sucker!”

Hoof beats clatter through the courtyard of the keep. Zargresh turns expecting more scouts coming in to say that once again the Kindred are not to be found. The door opens and a shape as black as coal frames the doorway. A chill comes over Zargresh as if his blood has begun to freeze in his veins. Seth strides into the room, a chill fog follows him in as if it was a dog following its master.

Seth looks down upon this human that presumes to understand the ways of his people and has the audacity to direct him as a serf. He thinks. as he looks at the pathetic figure of human weakness in front of him, “ In time Zargresh, your and your Brothers blood will feed me and my Clan, I am tired of the blood of peasants, one cross word from you and I’ll have my fill of mages nectar.”

Seth reports, “ We have Elrond and he is safely imprisoned and under the guard by my kindred. Dalbin can not be found, but my clansmen were thorough and I am confident that he is dead. The Order is destroyed, as you desired”

Zargresh yells, “ I specifically ordered you to bring me Dalbin’s head. Did I not? You stand here before be and tell me that you can not find…………” His voice is cut short and Seth reaches across the table grabs Zargresh by the throat and lifts him across the table, holding Zargresh at eye level. His lips curl revealing two razor sharp fangs. He hisses
“ Speak easy Zargresh, the fact that I listen to you, at all, is because we are joined to a common purpose. Do not presume to think that you are my equal or superior. We are allies for now. That may not be forever, and forever, my kind understands very well. We have been here that long.”

Zargresh feels warm liquid run down his leg. He knows that the Brotherhood has made a pact with a power that even they did not fully understand.

It is not widely know that Vampires inhabit the lands of Britannia. The legend of Seth’s people goes back to a time when history was spoken and not written:




(Taken from the Scrolls “All things Vampire”)

(The ancient and noble bloodlines of all vampiric clans can be traced back deep within the history of mortal man. The ever-present shadow that shaped the way the world is today, without being noticed or recognized as a threat. It is not exactly known how the clans came about, there are many myths and theories but only one seems to have passed the suspicions of all the clans, only one that is believed to be true, whether or not it actually happened is another story. In an ancient time, before the shattering of worlds, before the Avatar and Lord British's disappearance in a small village there lived five separate entities. Each of these men embodied qualities that set them apart from their peers, whether it be brute strength, unstoppable ambition or animalistic instincts each of these beings contained abilities beyond the normal man. It is written that these qualities, said to be blessings, were in fact the very things that attracted the shadow to each of these men. Darkness followed in their footsteps, waiting for the opportunity to strike.
The first man we will speak of was named Varuna; he was a noble knight and valiant protector of the common folk. His abilities were centered around melee fighting skills and his battle prowess was the stuff of legends. It can be argued that the writings show that Varuna was the first to be taken by a mysterious illness that had suddenly swept across the small township. Of course this fact will be severely argued by the vampires of any other clan.
The second man we will speak of was named Veluci; he was a wickedly ambitious young man who strived to claim power above anything else. His love of the fine arts, expensive clothing and lavish parties were also traits that he was well known for. Alas Veluci also fell to a mysterious illness and was quickly bed ridden.
Thirdly we come to a man named Capion; this man was not well known at all, he spent his life in secret laboratories or studying ancient, dust covered libraries. The common folk hardly knew of him, but such trivial matters did not sway this grand magi, his cares lay in arcane lore and wondrous incantations. Once again a fine man was taken by this illness, not that any of the commoners knew.
Now we come to a man known as Malcira; this man was a gypsy and was well known for his ability to see future events. For the price of a gold piece, peasants would have their futures read. He was a free spirit, unpredictable and carefree. It seems this illness strikes down those who can see it coming also.
Finally we look at the man called Anarlus; he was a hunter and an excellent one at that. He stalked his victims with unmatchable skill and instinct that would rival the bears that inhabited the woods. He was also struck down but this illness and never returned to his hunting grounds.
Before each of these men became bed-ridden they complained of throbbing headaches, lack of energy, and of course, pale skins. Little did the common-folk know that each of these men was visited each night by a shadow bearing gifts. Under the vale of darkness the shade came and upon their necks and placed its lips, sharp fangs breaking the surface of the skin and into these wounds the shade left a fraction of its vile, evil self. Slowly the darkness corrupted the souls of each of the men, some quicker than others but eventually all five souls had been taken and a new breed of evil had been created. Each of the men had died due to the illness that swept into the village, which claimed its five victims and left just as quickly. The morbid funerals were held and each of the men placed in their separate crypts.
But the dark tidings had not ended for the town folk, a pale moon hung heavily the night after the funerals and many commoners had noted the crimson red color it had become. At midnight a shadow fell upon the town, the silence was shattered by screams of horrific fear and agony as the new spawn feasted. Before the rising sun had even begun its slow arc across the sky, the entire township was lifeless..... Save for five restless souls and the corpses of their victims. )

Seth Darkmoor drops Zargresh into the puddle of his own liquid, saying “ My spies tell me that there is new action at Castle Black. That the leader of light, Moraith and his Black Brothers of the Olde Gods are snooping around looking for something. I suspect that they have gotten wind of our mission. How? I do not know, but I intend to find out. Until I do, I will retain control of Elrond, Do you have a problem with that? HUUUMAN?!?!”

Seth strides from the chamber and out into the court yard. He leans to his lieutenant, “I looked into the mind of Zargresh and now know the ways of the mind emptying. When they sleep, kill the Brotherhood. Drain Zargresh and bring me a flask of his essence, I will feast upon him at my leisure. You may do as you wish with the others. Alert our allies to join me at the Haven Bridge, I know that the Nights Watch will attempt to wrest Elrond from us.”

Moraith paces the battlements of Castle Black. Below in chambers, Dalbin remains in coma, his strength slowly waning. Olorin, Faigan and Lunaris have done well these weeks. He thinks,” Where is Silvershade and the scouts? Weeks have pasted and only one Raven from him. Something about heading toward Haven and now nothing. I fear for them and most for the young lad Griffiths. I should not have sent such an undisciplined whelp, but Silver did say that he would look out for him.”

From a distance the sound of hoof beats riding fast! The mounts screech as bits bite hard into their mouths as the steeds come to a stop, feet hitting the ground the clank of mail and armor. Moraith knows the party has returned. Silvershade, Griffiths, Spad and Turron Palcord enter Castle Black. Spad yells to the bar keep. “Wench give me and my brothers mead, ‘tis been a long journey and we have a great thirst!” Silvershade says “Easy Spad we must report to Moraith.” “Ahh Moraith can wait till I have a ……..” Spad begins to say. Moraith is heard descending the stairs. Moraith glares at Spad holding a flagon of mead. “Report Silvershade, what is known?”

Silvershade says, “ We have found the location of Elrond, it was not easy to do, but with some persuasion we were able to convince one of Seth’s people to tell us. It’s amazing what they will say when staked to the ground in full sunlight. Did you know that they melt? He is being held in a room atop Haven Bridge. Seth has many to defend this place and creatures of the night to alert him of any that draws near. This will not be an easy task Moraith, they are many.”

“They may be many Silver, but we must stronger, Dalbin says that the fate of the world rests on what we do, should the Kindred and the Brotherhood find the Soul before us, they will control the Shrines and with that the people of the land. We must not fail.

Down in the tavern Moraith and Silver could hear Spad telling one of his long tales to Griffiths, Turron. He thinks, “ Will I have the pleasure of this company in a weeks hence? I pray to the Gods that I do…”

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