the rumors of a dungeon which sated the appetites on many kongreonians reached my ears on the whispers of the winds, it was the year before my family was murdered by a group of travelling mages, i found out on my way to the dungeon that this particular mage was staying at a tavern close to where the dungeon was located i decided to test my combat ability before entering the depths. i found him surrounded by five others, they all had a strange faint, almost sickly appearance, i lowered my shield and unsheathed my sword, but before i had the strength to swing i was knocked to the floor by a bolt from above, and then i was lying face down in a pool of blood my neck feels like it had been scratched, a made my way out into the morning sun and discovered my curse, vampire the sun sang as my flesh burned, my soul sang in opposition, a song about a dungeon a vampire and his life long quarry...the mage!
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