OOC: Well. . . this is a story I wrote after playing the Castlevania game "Lament of Innocence" based on the vampire Joachim Armster. If you haven't played the game, he was a Vampire with unique abilities and an excellent swordsman. A friend said this was good enough to put up on here. . . so here goes nothing! Castlevania: Forge of the Damocles The year is 1094. . . Rubble fell from the ceilings as a new Epoch was given it's beginning, a lone man brandishing a whip fled from the falling structure. Meanwhile deep below, what had ONCE been a man now dodged falling debris. He was determined not to allow this `Palace` become a living tomb. And now it seemed to have quieted. . . though anything resembling an exit no longer existed from the chamber he dwelt within. The `Dark Palace of Waterfalls` was drab. . . silent. . . empty of life. . . cold. . . just like an over-sized coffin. A sewer would be it's appropriately deemed location. Something which had been particularly amusing to a now slain vampire, having banished a rebellious vampire of considerable power down to this place. Cobwebs were in the corners that only remained because they had been untouched by time in this abandoned & nearly forgotten structure. In the darkness, a lone figure lingered looking rather lost in his own little world with a blank look on his face. Mindlessly plotting ways to escape from the place he had been brought back to in his ex-master's final moments along with the other guardians as well. In those moments as the vampire Walter had been betrayed by Death. . . he had resurrected each of them in a futile attempt to stop the Grim Reaper. And his death had given each of them freedom from his power. . . though it appeared from the auras. . . that each still remained in their respective areas. His second set of obstacles were them. This figure had been defeated in battle by a powerful Vampire Hunter which he did not really even care to fight, forced to by the circumstance of serving his sire. Imprisoned & incidentally made guardian of the Water Vein which was now in rubble. . . thought to be destroyed by this hot-blooded former knight. But no, he had been brought back by another's selfish desire to live on by a bare thread of unlife. . . clinging to it stubbornly out of hatred. His first obstacle was regaining more power. And for this to occur. . . he had to drink blood. Just about any race's crimson wine would do for now until he became strong enough. The Mermen, Fishmen, & Lizardmen which had survived the Castle's destruction would do ever so nicely for that purpose to temporarily sate a dark thirst. But that meant negotiating the ruins of his former `Palace` which had nearly killed him earlier.