As Victoria gazed upon this formidable figure, she couldn't help but be captivated by his majestic entrance and mesmerizing eyes. His presence had an undeniable allure, a potent blend of darkness and elegance that marked him as a true master of his kind.
The ancient vampire gently lifted Victoria's chin, his piercing eyes studying her intently. An air of majesty and authority emanated from him, captivating her attention.
"You have entered my domain, young vampire," he said, his voice resonating with a quiet power. "I am Lord Armos, master of this ancient manor and ruler of our coven. And you, my dear, what name do you bear?"
Victoria met his gaze with respect and curiosity, feeling the weight of his presence.
"My name is Victoria Vanbelden," she replied, her voice tinged with reverence. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Armos. To encounter another vampire in such seclusion is a rare delight. I feared this place long abandoned."
Lord Armos nodded, a faint smile gracing his lips as he gestured for Victoria to join him in the grand hall. They walked together, their footsteps echoing softly in the vast space.
"Victoria, a name befitting your elegance," Lord Armos remarked, his voice filled with a subtle warmth. "I sense strength and determination within you.”
Victoria followed Armos, her eyes taking in the opulence of the surroundings as she shared the current state of the manor's inhabitants.
“Yes. I’ve seen how much I need to improve. Tell me, do others of our kind dwell within these hallowed halls?"
"We are few in numbers here," he explained. "In the crypts beneath us, three ancient and powerful vampires lie in slumber, their essence preserved through the ages. As for the younger vampires, they sought conquest in a nearby city, driven by their ambitions."
Victoria listened attentively, her gaze fixed upon Armos, her expression blending interest and concern.
"Ah, the impetuosity of youth," he mused, his voice carrying a hint of understanding. "It seems their ambitions led them astray. And what fate befell them, my dear Victoria?"
Victoria met Lord Armos' gaze, a flicker of intrigue shining within her eyes. The vampire’s question implied he already knew she held the answer.
"They met an unfortunate end," she confessed truthfully. "I found myself locked within the very dungeon underneath the castle they sought to conquer, narrowly escaping the same fate."
Lord Armos' countenance shifted, a mix of curiosity and concern crossing his features as he absorbed Victoria's words.
"You have faced trials and emerged victorious, Victoria," he acknowledged, his voice filled with admiration. "Within these ancient walls, you shall find sanctuary and kinship. We, the ancient ones, understand the perils and challenges that come with our existence in a world teeming with mortals."
Gratitude swelled within Victoria as she responded, her voice carrying a note of appreciation. "Your words offer solace, Lord Armos," she expressed sincerely. "To find refuge among our kind is a rare gift, and I am grateful for your welcome and generosity."
Their eyes remained locked, an unspoken understanding passing between them. In Lord Armos, Victoria discovered an ally, a figure of wisdom and experience who could assist her in navigating the intricacies of vampiric existence.
Armos extended his ancient power, delving into the depths of Victoria's mind with a profound intensity. As his telepathic touch connected with her thoughts and memories, it was as if a floodgate had been opened, allowing him to perceive the essence of her being. His hypnotizing gaze met hers once more, filled with newfound insight.
"I see you are a champion," Armos stated, his voice rich with age and wisdom. "Tell me, why have you come to my sanctuary?"
Feeling the weight of his gaze, Victoria spoke with honesty and determination. "I seek to grow stronger, to understand and harness the full extent of my powers. There are other champions who stand in my way, and I am driven to overcome them. But I lack knowledge and guidance, and it is in your wisdom that I place my trust."
Armos listened attentively, his ancient eyes glittering with curiosity. "And what of the dangers you face? The enemies you have made?"
Victoria paused, ready to recount the perils she had encountered, but Armos raised a hand, silencing her.
"Fear not, my dear. I have already glimpsed the tapestry of your memories. Within these walls, the drow pose no immediate threat to you. You are safe here, surrounded by the protection of my coven."
A sense of relief washed over Victoria as she absorbed Armos's words. In this haven of vampires, she could focus on her growth and honing her skills, unburdened by the immediate dangers that had pursued her in the city. She thanked Armos for his assurance and guidance, a flicker of gratitude shining in her eyes.
"You are welcome, Victoria," Armos replied, his voice carrying an undercurrent of ancient wisdom. "Most fledglings as yourself have a master to guide them. Usually, this is the one who created them. Since you lack both, I shall avail myself to you so you may find the knowledge you seek.”
Bowing low, Victoria replied, “I am humbled and honored, Lord Armos. You are truly generous. May I make a request?”
“By all means, Victoria. Please call me Armos or master.”
“Armos, would you mind releasing my companions from your spell?”
Victoria's request hung in the air, and Armos regarded her momentarily before nodding in agreement. "Very well, once our conversation is concluded, I shall release your thralls and spectral companions," he confirmed, his voice carrying an air of authority.
As they spoke, Armos became her guide, leading her through the vast expanse of the manor. Each step they took unveiled a new room, each more awe-inspiring than the last. The grand halls were adorned with intricate tapestries depicting ancient battles and scenes of vampiric lore. Tall, ornate pillars lined the corridors, their carved details hinting at a rich history.
Armos explained the significance of each room they passed, delving into the manor's storied past. The vast chamber filled with countless tomes of arcane knowledge, the library promised a wealth of information waiting to be discovered. The ballroom, with its polished marble floors and sparkling chandeliers, whispered of elegant gatherings and timeless dances.
Victoria marveled at the opulence surrounding her, the manor's beauty and grandeur a testament to the power and history it held. She absorbed every detail, her senses attuned to the rich tapestry of the manor's architecture and the echoes of its forgotten tales.
The grand tour of the manor culminated in a magnificent throne room, its vast space adorned with regal decorations and an imposing throne at its center. Armos gracefully took his seat on the throne, emanating an aura of power and authority.
As he settled into his regal position, Victoria felt a surge of connection reestablished with Leroy and Grant. Their presence flooded her mind, their familiar sensations bringing her a sense of reassurance. Leroy, ever vigilant and protective, reached out to her through their telepathic bond, his concern evident in his voice.
"Mistress, I sensed your absence and feared for your well-being," Leroy's thoughts echoed in her mind, relieved at her return.
Victoria's response was swift, her mental voice projecting calm and assurance to her faithful feline companion. "Fear not, Leroy. I am safe in the presence of Lord Armos, the master of this manor. Our journey has brought us here to seek guidance and strength, and he has offered to be my mentor."
Grant, the wraith neophyte, remained silent, but Victoria could sense him, a shadowy presence that lingered in the background of her mind. He, too, seemed to have regained his connection to her, but their bond lacked the famility that she shared with Leroy. Victoria delved into his mind, seeking what was lacking between them. His memories of being a champion were purged upon his transition to a wraith. He retained his combat knowledge but nothing personal. Shrugging, Victoria disconnected from him. “I guess it will just take time to build rapport with him,” she mused to herself.
Armos observed the mental exchange, his keen vampire senses attuned to their telepathic communication. With a knowing smile, he acknowledged Victoria's connection with her companions. "It is good to see that your bonds remain strong. They will only grow stronger over time.”
Victoria inclined her head in gratitude, her voice carrying a note of appreciation. "Leroy has proven an invaluable ally in my journey thus far. Grant is a new addition as of this morning."
“I see. Rest here, Victoria. Peruse the library and grow more familiar with your powers. I saw your interest in the books when we passed through. Don’t worry about your thralls. I will ensure they arrive here safely.”
“Thank you, Armos.”
Victoria spent her time in the library, engrossed in the history of the world until she felt the arrival of her thralls. As the remaining thralls crossed into the mountain pass near the majestic vampire manor, Armos lifted the veil that concealed the entrance with a wave of his hand, allowing them to approach unhindered. The thralls entered, their expressions a mix of awe and trepidation as they took in the grandeur of their surroundings.
Victoria, standing by Armos' side, asserted her authority to the thralls. With a commanding tone, she instructed them to follow Armos' directives and carry out their tasks diligently. It was clear that while they resided within the manor, they were to adhere to the rules and traditions set by the ancient vampire.
Armos addressed the newly arrived thralls with regal authority. Seventy-three thralls survived the attack and trip to the coven. Armos assigned the oni various tasks and responsibilities within the manor, allocating their strengths and skills to best serve the needs of the coven. Victoria learned that twenty-one were soldiers and hunters. Among the rest were three magic users and a variety of professions ranging from farmers and merchants to seamstresses. Each thrall received their assignments with a sense of duty, understanding the significance of their roles within the vampire hierarchy.
Under the watchful gaze of Armos, the mansion hummed with newfound activity as the thralls set about their assigned tasks. Each room and corridor became a hive of purposeful motion as the thralls diligently attended to their responsibilities, their actions synchronized in a harmonious rhythm.
The mansion, once quiet and abandoned, now thrived with renewed life as each thrall contributed with their given skills. Armos arranged for each oni, despite their profession, to train with the soldiers so that they could act as a militia if needed. Victoria offloaded her spare weapons to the oni. Most had their own weapons, but the few non-combatants took her spares.
In the following days, under the tutelage of Armos, Victoria delved deeper into the intricacies of her vampiric abilities. With his guidance, she honed her Sanguine Sense, pushing its limits and expanding her perception of the world around her. The subtle nuances and hidden details became more apparent to her senses as she raised its level to an impressive 10, a testament to her growing mastery.
Daylight never touched the manor. Victoria wasn’t sure if it was due to the unique location within the chasm, the ancient spells worked into the property, or some combination of both factors, but it was easy to lose track of time. One constant, though, was her hunger. By the end of the day, Victoria felt the hunger pangs well up inside her.
Armos, noticing her condition, called to her. “Young one, I sense your hunger. Follow me.” He led Victoria through the depths of the vampire manor, descending into the darkness that lay beneath the surface. The air grew cooler, carrying a faint musty scent, and the distant echo of dripping water filled the silence. As they reached their destination, the heavy doors swung open, revealing a vast chamber that stretched before them.
“This is the larder,” Amos announced, unveiling an impressive chamber. The room expanded in front of Victoria, its sheer size overwhelming. Stone tables lined the space, stretching out in neat rows, seemingly endless. At least two-thirds of the tables held a comatose figure, sapient beings captured and held in a state of unconsciousness.
Victoria's eyes widened as she surveyed the captives, her gaze taking in the multitude of individuals, their dormant forms filling the room. The realization of their purpose sent a thrill through her veins, the allure of their life essence resonating with her vampiric nature.
Curiosity mingled with satisfaction, she turned to Armos, her voice laced with a pang of hunger and anticipation. "Where did they all come from? They will provide a bountiful feast, won't they?"
Armos stood tall amidst the captives, his presence imposing, his eyes meeting Victoria's with a knowing gaze. "Some have been here for a long time," he responded, his voice resonating through the chamber. "As an ancient vampire, I maintain a stock of captives to satiate my hunger. They have been gathered over time, some by my own hand and others brought by your thralls during their hunts."
As Armos pressed Victoria to embrace her vampiric nature and satiate her hunger, she hesitated momentarily, grappling with the moral implications of feeding on the captives in the larder. However, Armos' words rang with a cold truth, “These beings are already destined to be food, whether by your hand or mine. I’d much rather it be you, but I won’t let them go to waste either.”
Victoria nodded, acknowledging the practicality of the situation. Her lips curved into a predatory smile, her fangs peeking out from behind her lips. The captives represented a source of sustenance, a means to satisfy her insatiable thirst and embrace her vampiric existence.
Armos continued, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. "And as an added benefit, you can practice your charm and surface thoughts spells on them. This room keeps them in a perpetual state of unconsciousness, but they can be awakened through the use of this pedestal."
Victoria's gaze shifted to the pillar adorned with intricate runes, its purpose now revealed. She listened intently as Armos explained the process, the thrill of power coursing through her veins. “The captives before you are not just vessels for your nourishment,” he explained in a patient tone, “but also subjects for you to experiment and hone your abilities.”
Taking a deep breath, Victoria embraced her nature as a vampire, the hunger and power intertwining within her. "I thank you, Armos. You’ve been more than generous with your lessons and now this bountiful feast. May these captives provide me with sustenance and the means to explore the depths of my vampiric abilities."
Armos nodded in approval, recognizing the hunger and determination in Victoria's eyes. "May their life essence grant you strength and knowledge, Victoria. Feast and grow, for this larder holds both sustenance and opportunity."
Armos's deep voice resonated with authority and wisdom as he outlined the tasks for Victoria's training. The weight of his words carried a sense of purpose, emphasizing the importance of mastering her charm spell. Victoria listened intently, her gaze focused and determined.
Nodding in understanding, she replied, her voice filled with anticipation, "I am humbled and excited by the opportunity. As you instructed, I shall practice charm with multiple targets without forcefully enthralling them.”
Armos acknowledged her commitment with a nod, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “I’m sure you will do well. As for your read surface thoughts spell, widen your range, and seek the breath of thoughts like an extension of your sanguine sight. Strive to passively discern potential threats and delve deeper into their minds, unraveling their innermost thoughts and desires."
Victoria bowed her head to the ancient vampire and mentor. “As always, your guidance is wise and practical. I will follow your guidance to the letter.”
"Very well, Victoria. This training will require your unwavering focus and perseverance. I will assist you periodically by attacking or providing distractions to test your abilities under pressure. Remember, true mastery comes through practice and experience."
Victoria felt a surge of determination welling within her, fueled by the promise of growth and the thrill of exploring her vampiric powers. She knew these training sessions would push her limits and forge her into a formidable force.
"I am ready, Armos," she affirmed, her voice steady and resolute. "Guide me in unlocking the depths of these spells and pushing the boundaries of my abilities. I am eager to embrace the challenges and emerge stronger with each trial."
Armos's gaze lingered upon Victoria, a mix of admiration and expectation in his eyes. "You possess the spirit of a true vampire, Victoria. With dedication and persistence, you shall unlock the full potential of your powers. Embrace the darkness within and let it guide you to greatness."
Victoria settled into a routine of practice, with Armos popping in from time to time. When she wasn’t practicing her spells, she trained with the oni fighters, mainly in hand-to-hand combat, as well as learning how to use her flamelet dagger and whip in combat. The oni were unfamiliar with whip combat, but they taught her the basics of dagger and short swords, earning her both skills. Victoria had studied aikido and wing chun in high school but abandoned martial arts in college. Now, some of those skills returned as she fought the oni, who often eclipsed her in strength and dexterity.
The remainder of her time was spent reading in the library. Amidst the vast expanse of the manor's library, Victoria's eyes gleamed with anticipation. Countless shelves were lined with ancient tomes and grimoires, containing a wealth of arcane knowledge waiting to be discovered. Among the myriad volumes, she stumbled upon a book of spells, its pages filled with mysterious symbols and incantations.
In the quiet solitude of the vampire mansion, Victoria reveled in the freedom to devote herself entirely to her pursuit of advancement. No longer constrained by the need to hide from the daylight, she realized that each waking moment held the potential for growth and exploration. Time stretched out before her like an endless canvas, waiting to be filled with the mastery of her vampiric abilities.
While some vampires indulged in the luxurious embrace of sleep, finding solace in the oblivion it brought, Victoria discovered a newfound appreciation for the ceaseless wakefulness of her immortal existence. With every passing hour, she delved deeper into her studies, honing her skills and expanding her understanding of the arcane arts.
In the quiet chambers of the mansion, she immersed herself in ancient tomes and scrolls, absorbing knowledge with an insatiable thirst. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the pages as she pored over incantations, rituals, and the secrets of vampire lore. She experimented with spells, weaving magic into her very essence, pushing the boundaries of what she thought possible.
Eager to broaden her repertoire of mystical abilities, Victoria carefully studied the pages, immersing herself in the complex language of magic. Many of the spells proved beyond her current grasp, their intricacies requiring more advanced skill and understanding. Still, she persevered, determined to unlock the secrets within the ancient text.
As she delved deeper into the book's contents, two spells seemed within her ability to learn. The first was "Conjured Blades," an enchantment that allowed her to summon ethereal blades forged from her own psionic powers to aid her in combat. The second was "Moderate Illusion," a spell that granted her the ability to manipulate perception and create convincing illusions.
Victoria tenaciously studied these spells. Their methodologies became etched into her memory, and she successfully grasped their essence through repeated practice and concentration. The conjured blades materialized at her command, shimmering with otherworldly energy, and the moderate illusions she crafted possessed a convincing realism that could deceive even the keenest of senses.
As Victoria delved deeper into her studies and explored the intricacies of her psionic abilities, the ancient vampire observed her progress with keen interest. Their conversations often revolved around the nuances of magic and the limits of her powers as a psionic vampire.
Armos watched with a mixture of pride and satisfaction as Victoria unveiled her newfound abilities. He acknowledged her progress, acknowledging the value of her dedication and her thirst for knowledge. "You have embraced the power that lies within you, Victoria," he commended, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of wisdom. "Continue to explore the depths of your potential, for much is yet to be discovered. Let me show you how to combine your skills.
Conjuring several blades, he talks her through a scenario. “Consider your new spells, conjure blades and moderate illusion. In tandem, these spells can create a lethal combination,” he explains. “An unsuspecting enemy can be distracted by a Moderate Illusion, causing them to dodge or turn their back right into the lethal path of the Conjured Blades. The key is timing and the clever placement of the illusion and the blades.”
“Oh, that’s amazing,” Victoria praised.
Lord Armos chuckled. “Remember that creativity can be just as important as raw power. Look for synergies among your spells and abilities.”
“I am eager to expand the breadth of my abilities. Where should I focus?” she asked.
Armos, having lived for centuries and amassed a wealth of knowledge, shared his wisdom and insights with Victoria. He explained, “As a psionic, your path will differ from traditional spellcasters. While you can attempt to learn all types of spells, as a vampire and a psionic, you possess an affinity for those that intersect with the mind. As such, illusions, truth sensing, mind control, and other spells will be possible to learn, but don’t expect to cast fireballs or lightning bolts without using a wand.”
“I understand and expected as much with my class choice. I have my specialty and will try to best leverage my strengths. I do have one particular complaint. It is frustrating to constantly face opponents whose strength and capabilities remain hidden from me. The lack of information leaves me at a disadvantage, always second-guessing my decisions in confrontations. Should I battle or negotiate?”
Armos laughed softly with a mischievous glint in his eyes and reached for a nearby scroll. “Fortunately for you, this is an easy request.”
Tossing the scroll to Victoria, Armos remarked, “This scroll holds the solution to your predicament. It is imbued with the knowledge of the ‘Analyze’ skill. By reading it, you will gain the ability to assess the basic information of your opponents, such as their level and hit points. Although it provides only a glimpse into their capabilities, it will be a valuable tool to aid you in combat and one your opponents will likely already possess.”
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At Victoria’s questioning look, Armos explained, “Many shops and magical establishments carry the Analyze skill, allowing adventurers to gain vital insights about their foes. It is one of the most common skills to learn and is available to all classes. With practice and experience, you can further develop and level up this skill, unlocking additional details about your adversaries. I encourage you to scan everyone you meet to gain experience with it.”
Grateful for the guidance and the newfound skill, Victoria studied the scroll intently. She felt a surge of knowledge and clarity as the words infused her mind. Suddenly, she knew how to perform the skill. Looking at Armos, she activated it, but it displayed unknown for all data points. “I just activated it, but it shows no data for you,” she commented curiously.
Armos laughed. “I suppose I’m at fault for that. I told you to scan everyone. The spell won’t work on me. I’m far higher in level than you. If you see no data, assume your opponent is far stronger than you.”
“Thank you. This is extremely helpful.”
“I suggest you venture outside tonight,” Armos said. “The hunting parties should be leaving soon. You could venture out with them and utilize your skills. Study and training are valuable, but real combat inspires innovation, solidifying what you learn.”
"I couldn't agree more," Victoria replied, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. The prospect of venturing out into the night alongside the experienced hunting parties ignited a fire within her. She knew that real combat would push her limits, test her skills, and present opportunities for growth and refinement.
Armos nodded approvingly, acknowledging her eagerness. "Very well, Victoria. I shall make the necessary arrangements for you to join one of the hunting parties tonight. It will be an invaluable opportunity for you to put your skills to the test, to witness the intricate dance of predator and prey firsthand."
As the night descended upon the vampire manor, Victoria prepared herself for the upcoming hunt. She ensured her equipment was in order, fastening her cloak tightly around her slender form. Her mind focused, she delved into her repertoire of spells and abilities, mentally rehearsing each one to ensure readiness.
Under the cover of darkness, Victoria led her squad of oni thralls and spectral companions through the shadowy terrain. The moon cast an eerie glow, illuminating their path as they ventured deeper into the night. They moved with precision, their steps silent and purposeful, ready to confront any threat that dared to cross their path.
As fate would have it, they encountered a group of would-be vampire hunters. “What did I tell you guys. I said this was the place to find vamps, and here is one, practically offering herself to us on a platter. All the rumors were true.”
The others glanced at their leader with trepidation, their faces masked with a mix of fear and determination, each clutching holy relics that radiated an aura of protection.
One hunter, his voice filled with misplaced confidence at his leader’s boasts, called out to Victoria, "We'll take your head and mount it as a trophy! Your reign of terror ends tonight, creature of the night!"
Victoria's lips curled into a sly smile as she effortlessly evaded an incoming strike. With a hint of amusement in her voice, she replied, "Ah, trophies, you say? How flattering! But I'm afraid you’re much too ugly to be anyone’s trophy. I’ll make your deaths quick. There is still much to do this evening."
As she deftly dodged an oncoming ice shard from a mage in the back, Victoria barked orders to her squad, her voice commanding and precise. "Lum, focus your magic on disrupting their formation! The rest of you, flank them from the left and right! Grant, stun any who dare get too close!"
Unfazed by the holy treasures in the hunters' possession, the oni moved in with practiced steps, hemming the hunters in. Victoria's mind sparked with excitement. This was an opportunity to put her newly acquired illusion spells to the test, to weave a tapestry of fear and confusion that would give her squad the advantage. With a swift and practiced incantation, she cast illusions that danced before the hunters' eyes, distorting their perception of reality and sowing seeds of terror in their hearts.
As chaos erupted, Victoria's squad swiftly engaged the hunters, their oni strength and supernatural abilities proving formidable. Lum, the mage apprentice, unleashed bursts of arcane energy while Leroy and Grant struck with precision and ferocity. The battle became a symphony of swift movements, clashing weapons, and cries of triumph and agony.
In the heat of the skirmish, one of the hunters found himself pushed back by the relentless assault of an oni. Sensing an opportunity, Victoria seized the moment. Using her new spell, she materialized a blade behind the hunter, impaling him swiftly and efficiently.
Grant, proving his worth as a wraith neophyte, used his stunning touch to incapacitate another hunter, granting Victoria the needed opening. With predatory grace, she advanced upon the stunned individual, her fangs bared, and hunger awakened. Draining him of his life force, she could feel her vitality replenish, her vampiric essence surging with renewed vigor.
Within a matter of minutes, the hunters found themselves overpowered and subdued. Victoria's oni thralls restrained them, ensuring their compliance as she approached and fed on them with wild abandon, the fear on their doomed faces an appetizer to her meal. Satiated from her feeding, she gained another point in perception, her senses sharpening even further, attuned to the subtle nuances of her surroundings.
But Victoria's hunger for power extended beyond the physical realm. With a newfound mastery over her abilities, she seized the opportunity to ensnare the spirits of the fallen hunters. Using her summoning control, she grasped their essence. Two managed to escape her call, their ethereal forms dissipating into the night, but the others succumbed as she bound them to her will. The captured spirits now took on the state of wraith neophytes loyal to Victoria's cause. She christened the former leader, Sven, and the mage Rolf, welcoming them to her growing supernatural family.
Brimming with newfound strength and experience, Grant exuded pride in his accomplishment. “Mistress, I just advanced to level 2.”
“Congratulations, Grant. Did you gain any new abilities?”
“Not at this level, but I am faster and stronger than before.”
“Keep stunning enemies for me to drain, and we will have a wonderful working relationship,” Victoria replied with a malicious grin.
In the aftermath of the battle, the squad regrouped, assessing their surroundings and tending to their wounds. As they resumed their journey through the darkened landscape, Victoria reveled in the thrill of the hunt. Each encounter solidified her position as a formidable force, an agent of darkness rising in power and influence. The path to mastery was paved with conquest and growth, and she embraced it fully, knowing that the night was her domain and her destiny awaited in the shadows. Unfortunately, they encountered no other humans on the hunt. They took down animals quickly as Victoria practiced her conjured blades. The wraiths swirled around her, ready to stun anything that got close.
As the light of dawn approached, the group made their way back to the darkened chasm where the vampire castle loomed.
Armos was waiting for them as they entered, her new wraiths hovering protectively around her.
“It appears your evening foray was successful,” he said, eyeing her new wraiths.
“Yes. It was a good experience. Why do you look so mischievous?”
“How arrogant, thinking you can read the face of an ancient vampire. Well, in this case, you are correct. I have a surprise for you. Come with me to the dungeon.”
With a sultry smile, Victoria said, “Oh, Armos, I didn’t know you went for girls my age.”
“Age is of no consequence in the field of pleasure. However, our visit is for a different reason.”
Victoria stared at the three drow in their cells.
“They tried to pierce the veil on this sanctuary, so I dropped it entirely,” Armos explained. “When they got close to the mansion, I snatched them up like little chicks and raised the veil again. I’m sure they have information that would be useful to you. Your job is to obtain it.”
“How will I do that? Drow are naturally resistant to my charm and mind-reading spells.”
“Resistant does not mean immune. What better way to improve your skill than to challenge yourself?”
Victoria nodded at his words of wisdom.
“I’ll be in my crypt. No need to let me know what you learn. I’ll know as soon as you know,” the ancient vampire said. Oh, one last thing. Our larder is getting full. It’s time to up your calorie intake. Indulge yourself fully, for you only have a few more levels before level 1 cattle will no longer provide you with experience.”
“Oh?” Victoria questioned.
“Anything five levels below you grants no experience, so you will need to hunt creatures level 2 and above at level six. Naturally, you gain the most experience for fighting creatures stronger than you.”
“That makes sense. I might as well take the cheap experience while I can.”
Leaving the drow for the moment, they made their way to the larder. With each victim passed to her by Armos, the need to extend her ecstasy through crimson libations grew stronger, the anticipation of the euphoric blood-drinking experience outweighing any reservations. As the warm crimson liquid flowed into her mouth, a wave of pleasure washed over her, engulfing her senses in an intoxicating blend of pleasure and power.
The sensation was unlike anything she had ever known. It coursed through her veins, revitalizing her, feeding her vampiric essence with each sip. The addictive allure of blood drinking took hold of her, her instincts urging her to consume more, to indulge in the ever-lasting hunger of her immortal existence.
Lost in the frenzy of feeding, Victoria surrendered to the primal satisfaction, drinking deeply from one victim to the next. Her insatiable appetite knew no bounds, fueled by the swift conversion of blood into her vampiric essence, allowing her to feed endlessly without ever experiencing satiation.
With each victim drained, Victoria could feel her power surging, her vampiric abilities evolving and growing in strength. The rush of blood, mingled with the new experiences of level gain, brought a heightened sense of awareness and a deepened connection to her vampiric nature.
Amidst the feeding frenzy, a new sensation washed over her, a faint scent tantalizing her senses. The primal instincts within her recognized it as the scent of prey, a unique ability called Prey-scent that had unlocked within her. It heightened her tracking abilities, enabling her to detect the presence of potential victims with greater ease, a powerful tool in her eternal hunt.
Prey-scent: An instinctual ability honed over centuries of hunting, Prey-scent enables the vampire to track any creature whose scent they have registered. After the initial encounter, the vampire can discern the direction of the creature, almost like a compass pointing unerringly toward the source of the scent. This olfactory tracking transcends barriers and distances, ignoring complexities such as environmental conditions or the passage of time. Whether the scent is fresh or days old, the vampire can follow the unseen aromatic trail, making escape nearly impossible for their quarry. This ability embodies the relentless pursuit characteristic of the vampire's predatory nature.
Victoria lost track of time, her consciousness consumed by the exquisite pleasure of her feeding and the empowerment it bestowed upon her. Her hunger was sated, but she knew deep down that it would always resurface, an eternal thirst that would forever define her existence as a vampire.
In the depths of the larder, surrounded by the comatose forms of those who had become her sustenance, Victoria stood amidst a sea of newfound power and primal satisfaction. The journey of her vampiric awakening had only just begun, and with each drop of blood, she embraced the darkness within, eager to explore the depths of her insatiable hunger and unlock the true extent of her vampiric potential.
As Armos pulled her away from the larder, Victoria's mind slowly emerged from the intoxicating haze of her feeding frenzy. She surveyed the scene of carnage around her, the comatose bodies lying in disarray, and a flicker of unease settled in her gut. The rush of power and pleasure she had experienced clashed with the disturbing reality of her actions.
Yet, amidst the conflicting emotions, Victoria reminded herself that this was all part of the game where actions had consequences but could be rectified in the pursuit of victory. She believed that once she achieved her goal, she would have the power and influence to right the world's wrongs. It was a vision that drove her forward, a purpose that justified the bloodshed and darkness she had embraced.
Resolute in her determination, Victoria affirmed that she would do whatever it took to reach her objective. She couldn't afford to stop now, as every step backward would render her past sins meaningless. Her intentions were rooted in a desire for a better world, and she clung to that belief no matter how bloody her path became.
Turning her attention to her newfound level, Victoria pondered how to allocate her stat points. While her physical attributes remained relatively low compared to others, she recognized that her feeding had provided partial points in those areas. With this in mind, she decided to reserve her precious stat points for other attributes that would enhance her abilities and broaden her strategic options.
Placing one point into intelligence and another into charisma, she brought both stats to a 20, unlocking a wealth of potential for her spellcasting and interpersonal skills. The final point she allocated to luck, elevating it to 10, hoping that fortune would smile upon her in the battles yet to come.
With her stat points distributed, Victoria reviewed her character sheet. She noted the gains in her skills and was overall, proud with her progress.
Name
Victoria Vanbelden
Race
Vampire
Level
4
Gender
Female
Class
Psionic
Height
5'9
Size
Medium
Weight
155
Alignment
Evil
Fame
Armor
15
Speed
16.65/sec.
Health
60
Health Regen
1.2/sec.
Mana
200
Man Regen
10/sec.
Stamina
60
Stamina Regen
3/sec.
Carrying Capacity
118 lbs.
Evasion
2.75%
Strength
6
Intelligence
20
Dexterity
11
Perception
17
Constitution
6
Luck
10
Charisma
20
Willpower
18
Skills
Deception (6)
Stealth (5)
Sanguine Sight (10)
Tumbling (1)
Backstab (1)
Analyze (1)
Daggers (3)
Short Sword (2)
Banked Skill Points
6
Spell
School
Rank
Damage
Charm
Vampiric
4
N/A
Telekinesis
Psionic
3
N/A
Read Surface Thoughts
Psionic
2
N/A
Mind Spike
Psionic
4
24
Temporary Psychosis
Psionic
1
N/A
Conjure blades
Psionic
1
17.34 per blade
Moderate Illusion
Illusion
1
N/A
Dark Step
Vampiric
3
N/A
Boons & Abilities
Iron Will
Strengthen your mental fortitude, granting resistance against mind control and psychic attacks.
Spiritwalker
Open a connection to the spirit realm, gaining insight, divination abilities, or the ability to summon spectral allies.
Create Thrall
This is a potent ability unique to vampires, enabling the user to bind a sentient creature in a bond of absolute loyalty and obedience. The thrall must willingly accept the vampire's blood for the bond to take effect. Once bound, the thrall will unconditionally follow the vampire's orders, their free will all but extinguished.
This bond also establishes a one-way telepathic link. The vampire can issue commands or instructions telepathically, ensuring swift and silent coordination. However, the thrall is unable to communicate back via this link, their thoughts and emotions remaining their own.
An additional perk of the Create Thrall ability is a sensory tether, stretching up to five miles. This allows the vampire to pinpoint the location of each thrall within this range. Furthermore, the vampire gains a keen awareness of the thrall's physical and emotional state, detecting when they suffer injury or experience intense emotions. This provides an added layer of control and insight, ensuring that the vampire is always a step ahead and can protect their assets effectively.
Prey-scent
An instinctual ability honed over centuries of hunting, Prey-scent enables the vampire to track any creature whose scent they have registered. After the initial encounter, the vampire can discern the direction of the creature, almost like a compass pointing unerringly towards the source of the scent. This olfactory tracking transcends barriers and distances, ignoring complexities such as environmental conditions or passage of time. Whether the scent is fresh or days old, the vampire can follow the unseen aromatic trail, making escape nearly impossible for their quarry. This ability embodies the relentless pursuit characteristic of the vampire's predatory nature.
Equipment
Basic Drow Armor (Modified)
This leather armor is an imposing vision in all black, crafted from the supple yet resilient hide of subterranean beasts, a signature of Drow craftsmanship. The design is inherently masculine, featuring a sculpted chest piece and layers of interwoven leather providing both protection and mobility. However, the armor has been crudely modified to accommodate a feminine form, resulting in a loss in some protection. Armor value: 15
Indignant Pendant
A pendant that protects from a single attack. Once used, it must absorb moonlight for a full night to recover its power.
Belt of the Boundless Vault
Woven from threads spun by ethereal silk moths, this belt is as stylish as it is functional. With a brass buckle shaped like a moon, it's an exquisite piece of craftsmanship. When the buckle is turned in a clockwise direction, it opens an invisible dimensional space, like a pocket in reality, capable of storing up to 250 items. However, to prevent its misuse, the belt is enchanted to only accept non-living matter. Tucked away within its magical folds, the items remain weightless and undetectable, ready to be retrieved when the need arises.
Bracelet of the Hidden Hoard
This intricate silver bracelet is adorned with tiny scriptwork that grants access to a dimensional pocket. When the wearer taps a gemstone, items can be stored or retrieved from the dimensional storage simply through an act of the user's will. Small but impressively deep, this space can hold up to 100 items, providing a surprising amount of storage. Its enchantment ensures that the weight of the stored items doesn't affect the bracelet or the wearer, making it a convenient accessory for anyone needing a secret stash within arm's reach.
Flamelet Dagger
This small blade flickers with a tiny flame at its tip. It can ignite small items or singe enemies, but the flame's weak intensity means its damage is rather modest. It's more useful for lighting dark corridors than combating formidable foes.
Wand of Ember's Whisper
This thin, slightly charred wand is carved from the heartwood of an ancient pyrewood tree, famously known for surviving a devastating forest fire that consumed its surroundings. Infused with the subtle essence of fire magic, this wand allows its wielder to cast a flaming bolt of fire, roughly the size of an acorn. The bolt hits with penetrating power.
Mantle of the Shadow Meld
Crafted from the silky strands of twilight spiders, this ephemeral, dark-hued cloak shimmers in an almost hypnotic dance of purples and blacks. It boasts the unique ability to blend seamlessly with shadows. When worn, the Mantle grants the wearer the ability to better hide, rendering them nearly invisible in low-light conditions. This enchantment, although rather limited in power, provides a meager 2 level bonus to stealth.
Ring of Gentle Breeze
An azure-tinted silver ring embedded with a tiny shard of sky-blue topaz. When activated, the ring can generate a faint, cooling breeze around the wearer. While its power is too weak to have any substantial impact on the environment, it can help ease the effects of heat and provide a semblance of comfort in uncomfortable climates.
Featherweight Ring
This light, delicate ring made from fine strands of silver wire gives the wearer a mild decrease in falling speed, simulating the effect of a feather's descent. It doesn't eliminate fall damage completely but might reduce it somewhat, depending on the height.
Whip
A basic, no-frills whip fashioned from sturdy, weathered leather. Its hilt is wrapped in worn hide for a more comfortable grip, and it extends to approximately ten feet in length. This whip has seen its share of use, as evident by the well-worn strips, but it remains a practical tool for inducing pain or controlling animals.
Inventory (Not equipped items)
Currency
18 gold, 53 silver, and 12 copper coins
Fancy Dress
A beautiful gown that one belonged to an aristocratic, but sycophantic woman. Offers no bonuses, but looks great at parties.
Gold watch
This charming timepiece is encased in a smooth, polished gold exterior that gleams invitingly, attached to a sturdy gold chain. Its face is protected by a hinged cover, etched with intricate, curling vine patterns.
Healing potion (x2)
Restores a small amount of health.
Mana Potion
Restores a small amount of mana.
Skinning knife
This utilitarian knife features a thin, curved blade, ideal for the intricate work of skinning. The handle, carved from bone, is slightly curved to fit comfortably in hand, allowing for precision during use. It's a plain, efficient tool, showing the signs of many a hunted game skinned, but it is still sharp and reliable.
Pebble of Echoes
A smooth, ordinary-looking stone that emits a soft magical resonance when thrown. It can distract enemies or trigger simple traps from a distance, but its feeble power makes it more of a strategic tool than an actual weapon.
Assorted jewelry
An eclectic assortment of stolen baubles and trinkets, gleaming with the residual smugness of their previous owners.
47 books
A veritable library condensed into a stack of 47 various books, each brimming with knowledge spanning diverse disciplines. The collection encompasses an eclectic mix of history volumes, replete with the echoes of civilizations past, to economic treatises, delving into the complex machinations of market forces and financial theory. The majority of these books are in 'like new' condition.
Summoning
Control Limit
5
Level Cap
2
List of summons
Name
Type
Level
Special
Leroy
Blink Cat
2
Teleports
Grant
Wraith Neophyte
2
Stunning touch
Rolf
Wraith Neophyte
1
Stunning touch
Sven
Wraith Neophyte
1
Stunning touch
Victoria smiled at her progress, ready to continue her journey toward becoming the first to reach level 100. Her path would be fraught with challenges and sacrifices, but she carried within her the conviction that her actions, no matter how dark, were driven by the noble purpose of reshaping the world for the better.
The allure of power, the promise of change, and the weight of her ambition converged within her. Victoria knew that her destiny was intertwined with the blood-soaked path she had chosen. With each step forward, she embraced the darkness and uncertainty, firmly resolved to carve her name into the annals of history and usher in a new era.