Current Character Description - Sfen Brightlance

Before you stand a man envelloped in a dark mist.  His glowing bloodshot eyes and shining white fangs are the only disernable things you can make out. As you walk closer, a cold evil feeling chills you to the bone, and gold  and platinum coins strewn at his feet.  His clothing of a soft black silky material shimmers softly.

Time of Ages

Journal Entry 507 With the passing of my wife, and the coming and going or people around me. I've lost my sense of time again while in stupor. Twenty years have now past since I've walked among the living. Long has it been since I've seen the rising and setting of the sun. The fresh air on my face, the gentle breeze, the city of Westbridge below the beautiful visage from my castle in the clouds. Hidden up above Westbridge I feel safe as I watch the day to day goings on of the citizens below. The hunger for blood a faint tickle in the back of my head. The emptiness and loneliness of my soul more tearing at my sanity. The loss of my wife and friends there after has left me barren inside. The only reason I exist now is to guard my great treasure hoard and fend of the attacks of minor liches try to upsurp my power. The power of my ancient blood attracks them like moths to the flame. My adopted children off in another world with their uncle, I contemplate going back ito stupor until they return. The calmness around almost frightning, no clan squabbling, hardly any murders or rival clan killings. The cleanliness and sereness of the city, the almost dead quietness of Market Square make the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Something is amiss, rising from my bench I cast an invisibility spell on myself taught to me by my old friend Kineada. Pulling the sacred Tchazzar sword from its hiding place that maoi gave me i strap it on my back and prepare for the flight down to the city. Casting a fly spell I descending quietly down to market square without the cityguards noticing. Quietly I walk down many familiar rodes looking at the changes that have overcome the city. The entrance to the Hall of Sune's temple before me, shivers run down my back. Many memories flash in my head, a sadness over comes me causing a tear of my precious blood to form a small tear. Many friends lie within the hall I can feel their presence. A great urge to rush in almost overwhelms me. Using all my will I turn away. Casting a dimesion spell I form a portal to Healing Wound Inn. I step through the portal the smell of blood rekindles the urge to feed. Quickly running down many alleys i make it to the guildhall of Vampires. I preform the secret rituals quickly and procure a bottle of blood to quench my thirst. With a great sigh I realize my earlier thoughts we correct. I must sleep again... this existence bores me until the children return I have no reason to be awake. Casting another dimesions spell I return to my sacred castle in the clouds. Opening my casket, a great sadnes washes over me as i bid this existence ado until I wake again. Slowly i climb in and close the casket enter the sweet stupor and loosing almost all awareness. A peacefull smile comes to my lips, I close my eyes and sleep.

Written feelings

Retyon sat at the desk in his room and quietly wrote in a book, the quill forming perfect lines. The ink drying immediately, as his hand moved across the page. "It seems like a long time ago that she left us. I do try really hard to remember what she was like.. but people don't talk about her much and I'm almost afraid to bring it up. I know she loved us and I keep seeing her.. in alleys and shadows. I know it's not really her, but I can't help it. I miss her so much. I see others with families and I try to remember what it was like, but I can't." Retyon set his quill in his ink bottle for a moment and looked at his hands, not sure if he should write what he wanted to next. He reached his hand forward, again picking up the quill. "I ran into Sfen last night. He told me he tried to reach Mom, and that he did. She said she loved us. He wants Ra and I to come visit. I'm just really confused and don't know what to do. Maybe I'll figure it out." Retyon set the quill down and crawled into his bed, leaving the book open, in the hopes that he would write more tomorrow.