Book Of Le’Morte 2
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Title: Book of Le'Morte 2
Author: Lucian Le'Morte
I felt life like I never knew what life was, I drank, and I took something into my hands, I did not know what until the transformation had happened, and I was able to see what I had become.
There he was, my sire a Crazed Vampire, he told me that he has never taken anyone and changed them. He said tonight was his night to depart, I was disoriented and didn't understand what he was saying, but he said that the nights had finally taken their toll, but he wanted his blood to live on.
I followed him outside of the cave, and in a mad gesture he waived his arms into the air saying "My blood I give and yet I taketh my soul to hell" He jumped into the Forge of hot coals and incinerated almost immediately, I was not to know for many nights what I had become, but it all become more clear to me on my third Night. I had become a Monster, I had lost my soul and Life. I had become a Vampire."
THE CAPPADOCIAN VAMPIRE CLAN:
Long ago, there was an ancient clan of vampires by ruled by the Dread Lord Cappadocious. He ruled his clan like any other vampire but with one distinct difference, he believed in Necromancy. Ultimately, this proved to be the clans downfall and The Cappadocian Vampire Clan fell from history and the books of the Masquerade.
This is from the Journal of Marius on the account of his new tribulations. " So now I walked for many months pondering what the hell had happened to myself, my life, and what was to become of me. Yes you could say I was a Vampire in transition weeping for his mortal life to return. I guess you could say I needed some new dark hope for this curse that I now carry. One night in an ancient crypt I stumbled upon a grave, the title read on the stone:
"Our Lord and Master Cappadocious"
I open the Casket and inside was an empty grave, all that was left was a pieces of blood red cloth and a single piece of black cloth wrapped around a silver bound book.
This was no ordinary book, in fact this book was about a clans history. I open the book. It reads: The Cappadocian Vampire Clan, by Lord Cappadocious.
As I read the books history I am thrown into a trance. The countless hours that went by, I knew I was reading a testament in time about one of the most powerful Vampire clans that went mad and cursed itself into the darkness of Necromancy, just as Mondain did and faded into the pages of the Modern Nights.
Such a sad and powerful testament, I thought. What caught my eye, was a part at the end where Cappadocious said: "Thou my clan is dying and will soon be destroyed.
Someone, sometime from now into the nights will take my creation and make it into the most powerful Vampire clan seen in ages."
For many Nights I pondered this passage, the words driving me almost mad. I asked myself, "Could I be the one?" Did he foresee myself in that crypt holding the silver bound book. Was my fate picked in the Mountains in Minoc with no sire to lead me to this very moment Cappadocious spoke of?
The Vampire who embraced me never embraced another.
My powers are unusual for one being so young. I could pull this off, just maybe? Many years went by as I tolled with the ideas of how this new clan would be arranged, built, and designed. I had to choose my childer carefully, for only the best were ever taken into The Cappadocian Vampire Clan. It wasn't by a choice, it was by destiny.
Where the other clans accepted members, the Cappadocians were the only ones who picked by choice which made them impenetrable for anyone to infiltrate. The Cappadocians also were a vampire clan of power and luxury, for thou they were dead, they cherished the ideals of lavish items in life.
I have remade this clan, and it thrives under my command, we have waged war against the humans calling themselves the Protectorate and have crushed them many times.
We follow the rituals of the Cappadocians before us, and adhere to the teachings of Cappadocious before he brought his clan to the dark arts of Necromancy.
We will prevail as the new clan, but veering away from his one fatal mistake. "Now the adventure begins, and as a human I thought it would be by a warriors hand, he or she would take me under their wing, when in fact, it was the embrace from a vampire who took pity on me and the rest is history...."
This was the final journal entry from The Vampire Marius. He went into torpor once his new clan was so overbearingly powerful where he felt he was no longer needed, and had his top sires, Ian Nottingham, Kelly DarkHaven, Randal, Sophus, Casca Ashes to name a few. It is said that Marius was put into the direct sunlight and was burned to keep his power away from the Cappadocians, weather or not this account is true, his legend go on.
THE TALE OF LUCIAN LE'MORTE:
Not much is known of Lucian Le’Morte before he came to Sosaria. Some say he was a Vampire who ruled an empire across the sea while others heard of a peasant revolt that was that was directed to his Order and killed all but his Brood (High Council).
What we do know is that Lucian came across the sea and hired a band of gypsies to move the crates that was on the vessel that had ported in.
The only two to come off that boat was Lucian himself, and Shai Huluud now known as Shai Le’Morte. What is known of Shai Le’Morte has baffled researchers but what is known, he never left Lucian’s side and he was the Prince Viceroy of the Vampiric Order V|O.
Lucian also seemed to have a Queen at all times in the Order, a mother to watch the childer(is a term vampires use to describe their Clan, Brood, or Fledglings) Lucian had his queen and she was a very beautiful redhead known as Zillah Le’Morte, but her beauty was marred by the ferousious temper she was said to have. Some say even the slightest push against her resulted in many mortal's deaths.
As history records Lucian was very brutal towards mortals himself killing many for ceremony or just pure pleasure, he was known to be very aristocratic, terribly rich, and valued mortals only if they had a seat of power, or helped his interests for the betterment of his clan.
What we do know, and what some have said, he never was like that until he came to Sosaria which have many to believe that there was an uprising and his Order was massacred. We will never know, anyone who ever got close to Lucian himself and asked were never heard from again.
Lucian's Order still is active, thou they seem to have quieted down and no longer threaten mortals as they once have. Some say that the order scared everyone away from dealing with them. Others say that Lucian realized that his brutal ways of handling mortals was too strict, and made his order disappear from the everyday affairs of society. Yet an even another story says that Lucian and Shai built a gambling empire to be a front for terrible scheme to bring hosts of mortals to strike it rich, in order to bleed them dry not of their gold, but their blood.
Whatever is true, only Lucian and his terrible Prince know. This is the account from Lucian Le’Morte's journal only recently found and hidden for safe keeping, it is said Lucian will pay dearly to have it back, but who ever owns it will probably not come forward due to Lucian possibly killing them for even owning his personal log.
“Lucian sits at the table in a trance remembering; “I see it. Can you see it Shai?” “I can see it my lord, but what is it, it looks so small?” “Cove…. Our new home, these Mortals will adhere to us I promise you that, it will not be like before.” Lucian’s eyes turned red as Shai stared at him and replied, “We shall never speak of it my lord, this time we shall treat them only as our way to survive these nights, and maybe we shall find means to strike fear in them so they never try to do what was done to us.” Lucian looked towards Shai, “I will kill them all if they ever tried it again, this time they will be put in their place, and the guards will turn their eyes when we do it”.
I remember that night, so clearly the nights were so new to us, and our dark hopes were high. So much has been accomplished since then and so much was lost. We strived to make all Mortals fear us, made strong alliances with some of the Mortals we deemed important to us, such as Tazar of The Order of Drunken Elders, and a feriousous band of Mortal Fighters called the Empire. Nothing could take us on, at least not on the battlefield.