ᴇνᴇɴ тнᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ нᴀνᴇ тнᴇıʀ sтσʀıᴇs тσ тᴇʟʟ [νᴀмρıʀᴇ тᴀνᴇʀɴ]

Malice: Histories are written by war, and told by the tongues that survive them.

For as long as anyone could remember, there had always been a Tavern at the crossroads, always been a place to drown their day and temper their troubles with copious amounts of mead. When the door groaned then, and swung inward as if their town were now a western, not a single soul stirred from their revelry; for travellers were as frequent here, as the clouds that perpetually seemed to smother the sun. A rhythmic tapping sound heralded the stranger's arrival, as a cane slowly navigated the labyrinth of tables and legs; propelling the weary features of its owner not toward the bar, but instead the source of the commotion that now infested the room's interior. A raucous youth, draped in a melodramatic cape and surrounded by a host of his peers, was already mid-boast when the old man entered, and as he neared, he discerned the closing statements of, what had undoubtedly been a far longer claim. “I was there when the towers fell, their nine spires turned to shards, and dust. I fought alongside giants, like Delioncourt, and Darkness, whose armies tore these lands apart, and struck terror into the hearts of their foes."

Edging ever closer, like a boat born toward the shore, the stranger allowed himself a smile, a brief and ugly thing upon cankered lips such as his; as names older than the books that held them danced anew within the air, evoking awe for one brilliant fleeting moment, before they were lost again amongst the pages of time. Fortunately though, one of the more astute of the youth's admirers dared to voice the nagging question that had suddenly sprung up within his mind “But those battles happened thousands of years ago, how could anyone still be alive from those days?”, a valid question, whose answer the stranger had long known, before ever he had entered the establishment. The youth, however, seemed excited by the prospect of someone challenging his tale, almost as if he'd been eagerly anticipating its arrival; and with an exaggerated flourish of his cloak, he flashed his fangs and announced “Ah ha, well you see, I am a vampire!”. This revelation, the stranger realized, was the highlight of the creature's performance, because even as surprise coursed like a wave across the onlookers' faces, so too did human curiosity keep them strapped to their seats; allowing the vampire to continue its seductive story, and in doing so, secure their next meal when the evening waned.

тнᴇ ᴀscᴇɴsıσɴ σғ вᴇᴀsтʟʏ нσʀᴅᴇs

.:Prt I:.- The Birth of Ruze Mabada

~ Aegrescit medendo, Alea iacta est~

Venomous earth continued to proliferate with the insalubrious disease produced by her secretions. The intoxication broadening to engulf all that was living in its path, to plant more constructive seeds in the bodies of those choking corporeal congregation of man and beast. However, in the diverse effects of this particular venom, it would cause bodies to fuse together, one and one beast- even though there was little to tell the difference twixt the two. An extremely painful process, which involved the elongation of limbs as they were brutally twisted and deformed, snapping like brittle twigs beneath the demoralizing heel of otherworldly hilarity. Bones crushing as inflicted aggravated wounds that spawned into bloody orifices ready to engulf the other hungrily. Her corruptive taint now beginning the process of transforming them into colossal beasts of war; hideous beasts with only one purpose and that was extinction of all races before them. Coagulation and amalgamation, human form taking on the animalistic appearance of the animal most closest to them: boar, bull, eagle, elephant, rhino even the desert scorpion, spider and cobra. All creatures great and small.

Poisons rapidly coursing through their bodies and every drop of vitae from the suspended bodies of the slaves only feed it more, granting it an insatiable appetite for more blood and more death. The animals imbibed in the massive gaping wounds, only giving its victim those traits which made them special to the animal kingdom. With the elephant, strength, power and fortitude not to mention the tusks of ivory jutting out from either side of the maws, a protective hide and the sheer stomping force that made them famous in many legions in the history of war. The wild boar also renowned for its upper and lower tusks plus extremely sharp teeth designed to rip and dismember limbs in one single bite. A bite which worked in multiple ways when fatal inflicting damage upon its prey or target, even their speed outwitted the swiftest hunter and add their wrath and volatile temperament that subjected it to frenzy- there was another formidable warrior in the making. 

ᴀтʀᴀ'ʟᴀмıᴀ [тнᴇ ᴅᴀʀκвᴀɴᴇ ʟᴇɢᴀcʏ]

"Is there justice in this, to balance the world's inequity, or benefit to outweigh its loss? I have retrieved from the darkness the years and the things that were lost to me, they are held now in the light of my dreams, and my path is finally... clear."

What was given can always be taken back… it was the way of all things when taken for granted or abused by foolish and cowardly action; such as this was never a toleration of the cult known as Darkbane- though only those truly imbued with the blood could know this, that of the first and second generations who were given the blood of Pandora upon initiation as well as the scourge of the ‘Malum Singultus’ commonly known as the ‘Death Rattle’ a grueling procedure than involved the branding of both body and soul then running the gauntlet of the clan and partaking in the tests set out before the leaders of the cult- fight to the death with other recruiting members; it was simply live or die to prove your worth before the eyes of Pandora. The history is long and scandalous filled with loyalty, twists and betrayals… just like any other saga is has its triumphs and setbacks one thing that cannot be disputed is that the name still lives on this day.

Even as a child Satrina had an unnerving fetish for torture and blood. An insatiable madness that inspired her interest in the dark arts of thaumaturgy and genetic alterations; to alter the living & undead creatures into ghastly abominations using her potent abilities of magickal prowess and knowledge and use her ‘pets’ against the legions of her 'adopted' father and mother. She was a dangerous sorceress even then but she began to crave something more, a far darker purpose in her existence… destruction. Not just for her parents but also everything above, below and within. The complete obliteration of hell, void, earth and heaven… and it was this thirst which aided her in the means of breaking from the underworld and entering the world, known as Eden. (Yahoo 'Romance' aka Mance).