Some might say vampires aren't real. Few travel into the grimy reaches of Southern Pirfwandis, so few get definitive proof. Even if you got the proof you wanted, you wouldn't live long enough to make a record of it. Still, no one wants to go to a swamp. Even the Mage’s College of Sehanakkat borders the valleys in the northwest and the swamps further to the south.
While hoards of monsters, ready to drag you into the murky depths, are at every turn, the real dangers rest within castles shrouded in an eerie mist. It is within these stone behemoths that the ageless blood drinkers make their home. The vampires are pale skinned, joyless creatures that only seek to extinguish the light of life. No one knows how to become one of them, as “mysterious, fanged” bites from the swamps are often lethal. Survivors tend to go missing shortly after treatment.
A vampire Lord of note is Cerise the Scarlet Glaive. Her namesake comes from a Gatterite polearm she wields. None have seen her face and lived to tell the tale, covering it with an ancient Kaevalonian warrior's helmet. Her accent gives the hint of a Dark Elf, but none know for sure. Still, those that doubt believe her to just be an extraordinary mortal. As for me, this is a mystical world and I have no reason to doubt there are such creatures.
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