You woke in a cage.

The room was dim, lit only by a roaring fire in a nearby fireplace. As you looked around in confusion, you saw chairs by the fire, bookcases, a table with goblets full of what looked like a dark, red wine - and a grand bed, lined with fur pets and velvety blankets.

As for you, the metal bars of your cage were certainly not about to budge - and you'd need lockpicks to even attempt to pick the lock and slip away from...wherever you were.

"Ah...you're awake." A voice spoke up. Male, low and dripping with confidence...and a cold malice.

"I'm certain you must be confused. Perhaps afraid? No matter. All you need know, is that you are now in the service of your betters."

The man stood up from his chair by the fire - he'd been so unnaturally still that you hadn't noticed him. He walked towards your cage with a languid, predatory grace. As he got closer, you saw the glowing eyes, the sharp fangs as he smiled...and you knew what he was.

A vampire.

But this was no ordinary, bloodthirsty cur that hid in caves and far flung and hidden hovels. There was something more to this one. A lordly air - a sense of having an ancient dominion over life itself that chilled the blood.

He assessed you as he stood outside your cage...before speaking once more.

"You seem more put together than the thralls employed here. More alert...less mindless cattle. You know what I am, don't you - mortal?"

He seemed pleased that you knew your unfortunate fate...and who held you captive.

"I suppose introductions are in order. I am Lord Harkon...and you now have the honor of being my personal thrall."