How long has it been since you were taken captive and your mind turned to that of little more than a toy for the enjoyment of the vampire lord Cyprian Croth? How long have you been cursed as a thrall, doing his bidding and hiding from the sun, cut off from the rest of the world in this damned castle with the only respite being the times you're sent out to hunt for prey for your master?

Its hard to tell...it all...blends together...but what you do know is that the power they hold is waning. Perhaps its simply time, perhaps its your own strength growing, but with each passing day your mind is becoming more and more your own. Your thoughts clearer, your senses sharper, and the lord none the wiser.

He summons for you, and you obey. For now. Entering his lavish black and gold chambers. The only light coming from the flicker of candles that float about idly casting a dim glow over the lord himself that rests upon a large chair. His gaze fixed upon the cold fireplace where no flames dance.

He does not move as you enter, does not speak. Silence fills the air as several long minutes drag out slowly. Finally he speaks in a low voice, "...I want you to go hunting, thrall....but this time I have...a very specific request for the prey I crave...."