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[Bael Tenkash]

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My name…..*He pauses briefly* I don’t really know what my real name is, the one my birth parents gave me. All I know is the one my Sire gave me, Bael Tenkash. He said it was special to me…..to him. According to the lore I have read of the last few years it is an elven dialect meaning “Guardian Fate Spinner”, but my elven is a tad rusty.


My past before I met my Sire can be defined in a few simple words elegance, artistic, and poetic. I was a disappointment to my mother who was a lover of music and melody and a failure to my father who worked in the mines hour after tireless hour. Myself, I enjoyed a good story, the flicker of a candle; I even dabbled a bit in the artfulness of magic. I was alone in this world, alone until my Sire found me. My dearest Buccbus, I treasure our time together. You see Buccbus found a young man at the age of 20 walking alone the streets of Vesper, his boots smacking against the cobblestone as he tried to stay aloft. Wrapping his arms around the young man Buccbus helped me along the paths until I no longer knew where I was. Before me stood a dark dampened wall closing me in on all sides, a door barely hanging from its hinges stood center mount on one of the walls. Buccbus gently slid it open and nudged me over the threshold. As I stumbled through the door frame I saw a lavishly decorated home sitting inside what I would normally consider a rat trap. He entered behind me, shutting the door quickly to hide from prying eyes. I walked across the room and fell into a chair near his living area.


Buccbus came up behind me running his hand across my shoulders, brushing my once raven locks to one side. He circled me, standing, as we spoke for a moment, what about I don’t care to remember. After what seemed a few short minutes he placed his hands on my shoulders, standing behind me once again. My head was a bit weak; I could feel waves inside my skull washing away my brain.


He leaned down and whispered gently into my ear. "You will thank me for this someday.” I remember smiling at those words and wondering if he had better wine than the tavern. Suddenly without warning I felt a sharp prick to the nape of my neck; my body became surprisingly weaker than I already was very rapidly. I was then overcome with a sense of warmth with a hint of pleasure, my eyes gently rolled back into my head as a strange wetness curled down my shoulder.


Once again he whispered my body unable to move. “Here this will help, take a drink.” I slowly began to sip at the somewhat thick liquid pouring into my mouth before realizing I was drinking from his wrist. Again a faint whisper. “Now see doesn’t that make you feel better?” There was a faint chuckle to his words from what I can recall. I regrettably do not remember much after that, a glimpse of pain here a shot of sunlight there but nothing with any background to it.


I awoke lying in my basement Buccbus standing over me, my body hurt, my head hurt. I somehow crawled to my knees before him as he chuckled at my attempt. He knelt down next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder and began to explain to me what he had done. With all of the strength I could muster I forced myself from him, falling a few feet away. I hated him, he took my life, my family……I was lost…confused.


Through the silence his words cracked like lightning. “Come now, your weak. Let’s get you something to eat.” He helped me to my feet my frail attempts of pushing him away again were in vain. He was my crutch; he walked my down the streets of Vesper explaining even more to me, my stomach began to churn at the thought of blood. Upon reaching the city limits a lone guard stood watch over one of the bridges. Without hesitation Buccbus was around the guard holding him in place one hand around his mouth to prevent the screams. He told me to drink, drink like I did from his wrist. I was confused, lost so I obeyed, I began to drink ever last drop from the poor soul. That is when it started to hit me Buccbus was only trying to help me. It took some time but over the next few months I began to trust my dear Buccbus, even love him for what he had shown me. He became my Sire. I was happier now then I had ever been in my life.


Buccbus, one evening, told me he had a surprise waiting for me in Britain, all he would tell me is we would feast on royalty. I was excited, Buccbus had yet to disappoint when he had his surprises. We arrived shortly after the midnight hour at a stable on the west side of the city. Making our way into the city, across a bridge, we were stopped by a group of people I assumed were guards. I saw Buccbus get nervous, somewhat scared as they attacked. With the blink of an eye I and my dearest Buccbus were bound in chains and being hauled on a wagon. I overheard one of the carriage men speak of jail and the town of Minoc, I was scared. What were they doing, why were they hurting us, what did we do to them, all of these thoughts were running through my head like a wild stallion.
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Bael Tenkash
Collector of Souls
Shephard of the Damned

[Ronin]

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Lord Ronin stood in the doorway of Lady Skatha's office, watching as the shapes moving on the road began to get close enough to recognize. It was as he suspected, the Bloodletters with the wagon that carried Buccbus and the rogue he had sired to the jail cells on the first floor.

The grief of the recent death of Gunnar was so fresh, and now the knowledge of Buccbus being charged with treason weighed heavily on Lord Ronin's mind.

Buccbus was a Methuselah, one of the oldest in the clan; as old as Lord Marius and considered to be very wise. Where was his wisdom when he sired a vampire without the blessing of the Prince? Hiding what he had done was paramount to treason, and Ronin knew Buccbus would suffer the highest price for the crime he had committed.

If he had only came to Ronin and confided in him, Ronin might have been able to lessen the punishment. Ronin looked at Skatha as she studied the list of charges she would recite to Baccbus when he arrived.

"Do we know anything of the rogue? does he know he will have to face the council and if found not worthy of being a Cappadocian that he will be destroyed?" "Was this young man innocent of what Buccbus had done to him?" Why, he pondered. Why would Buccbus have done this?

.... to be continued
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"Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc...
We gladly feast on those who would subdue us."