:: Diary of Lylith von Black :: The Little Black Book The book is stained on the outside of its black, soft, leather cover by almost anything you can imagine... It's worn, scarred, and even torn on the edges where it looks like a drawer was closed on it... But, even through all the age, and wear, you can see the scroll work on the spine, and where the brass used to hold the corners... Where the gold was inlayed on the cover, but was worn, scratched, and rubbed off by years and years of use... It was an old diary. Given to Lylith when she was younger... Since then, she'd learned to keep a good record of her life, but only recently had she refurbished it with new sheets of crisp white paper replacing her old life, of boys, schooling, and dreams, and replacing them with reality... The old ones were removed and burned, but this was a new story... A new story for a new time, but she could never have known that this new chapter, might just signal the last chapter of her life... :: Lyliths Diary :: Page One My first day in Tyral Castle in a word... HORRID... Not only did I discover that the English are NOT at ALL as advanced as we were led to believe, but they even seem to cook in the same pots that they piss in. Not only that, but our caravan was ransacked by thieving ruffians along the highway... We were held in the rain for nearly half an hour while they rummaged through my bags of hosiery and maquillage! MY father never would have stood for this... I'll write to him as soon as we reach civilization once more... Thankfully, the suitors are proper and offered to replace my lost items. I kindly accepted, and am currently sitting by a warm fire, awaiting the call for supper. I do hope the nobles do not press for me decision on a suitor... On the way in I saw nothing but old men, and scrawny boys. I would sooner court a horse! Regardless, they'll hear nothing from me until I am comfortable and satisfied, and that will be a hard trick in this ugly stone monster they call a castle... I suppose I should ready myself for the nights feast... At least I should present myself as a Lady of refinement. One must set standards, correct? :: Lyliths Diary :: Page Two Today was hot, dreary, and utterly frustrating... My chauffeur guided me through the nearby town and I examined the silken wares and selected a few imports to have a new dress made. The guards that were with us couldn't stop staring as I perused the shops and so the local constabulary threatened to have them decommissioned if they kept up their demeaning act... That ceased their sinful stares for the most part, I suppose? I did manage to find a dress that I admire in this twisted backwards country... The woman that created it agreed to make one like it for me, from the silks I selected earlier this day... Surprisingly she said she could have it ready by tomorrow... I'm not sure how that would be possible, but I will wait and see if she holds true to her word... I'll have my father hire, and afford anything, to a person that can craft a full gown in a single day. :: Lyliths Diary :: Page Three The ball was simply torture... There are no suitors in this silly country that can match the luxury and refinement of home. Father insisted I allow them a chance, but I cannot take it anymore... I must return home, and ask father to consider other suitors. At least then I may have a chance of finding one wealthy, handsome, and influential man to whom I would be proud to bear children... But not here... One good thing... The woman came through, and provided the dress before midday even. She came to my chambers and finished the final adjustments before supper, and I actually enjoyed her company. I dismissed my maidens in favor of the older woman... She even prepared my hair for me, cutting it and designing it to match the new gown. I couldn't imagine leaving here without my new friend... Odd thing though, she wouldn't give me her name tonight, insisting that it was of no importance. She left with what was left of the cuttings from my hair, and I have not heard from her since... :: Lyliths Diary :: Page Day Four We left Tyral Castle this morning... Fog was still on the hills as we departed. My caravan, now escorted by armed guards, seems only louder and slower... I do hope the miles fly by, as I wish to see my hope once again. This afternoon, the fog seems to follow us with every footstep we take. The men speak of a curse, but I doubt it... These backward fools know nothing of progressive culture. They only know what they see... And eyes can deceive. It is almost evening, and I feel the weight of the mist now... The oppressive wet seems to invade my very being. I can't help but drift off to sleep from weariness every now and again, and when I wake, I feel as if I'm being watched... :: Lyliths Diary :: Page Day Five It seems I fell asleep after all... We reached the docks and will be boarding soon. The mist has left us, replaced by blinding sunlight. I'm not sure which I prefer... I noticed a mark on my shoulder this morning... A scab already... It must have come from a pin, or from the hair cut the woman gave me the night before last. I hadn't felt it before, but regardless, there is nothing to be done now. I will be alright... The boat is just as ugly and terrible as I remember it... :: Lyliths Diary :: Page Day six :: Lyliths Diary :: Page Day Seven :: Lyliths Diary :: Page Day Eight What... ... is happening to me?!?! They're all... ... dead... !! :: Lyliths Diary :: Page Day Nine The sun burns my skin. Silver metal is like acid against my flesh, and food holds no appeal to me... My hunger is for blood. What monster am I? What have I become? ... :: End :: The pages, saturated with salt and blood, stick together from then on. The stains, rendering all written history unreadable, and lost to all but memory. Table Rock: 2016 The town lies lonely, nestled deep in Canadian snow and lives apart from the rest of civilization, connected only by train and copper wire... The people of the city live oblivious to the massive bustling world around them, and pay no heed to its troubles. This small town, unbeknownst to the citizenry, is also the home of a small family of vampires... The families wrote a pact long ago while occupying Germanic territories, after their discovery led to a veritable blood bath and near extermination... They determined that, short of taking over the world, their best chance of survival was to retain their secret and stay hidden... Any breach of security would be met with death, swift and sure, by the head of each family, according to the blood pact... It was signed by every 1st generation left alive after the Germanic Purge. After the purge, each family went their separate ways... Some to the remote islands near South America... Some left for America, and some moved only slightly, favoring the cold of Prussia or the coast of France. One family in particular relocated to an icy mountain estate in the depths of Canada, and their arrival was graciously welcomed, as their move began the circulation of money that had been long stagnant... Like blood that sits in the veins too long, it grew thick in the wrong places... Soon though, the small town of Table Rock began to flourish, and within the year people began to move into new homes on the outskirts of the small town... Within two years it became the center of alpine skiing retreats for a 200 mile radius, and great parties were seen more and more often, generally hosted by the wealthy new family from Europe... When you begin your journey, you have the option of taking a sire immediately, or starting as a human with the ability to be turned into a vampire at a later date. If you want someone in particular to sire you, you can communicate with them OOC'ly and organize the event... To turn a human, it has to be a mental decision, conscious or not... Simply biting or feeding on a human cannot change them. Your generation is the generation where your vampire was sired. Those who are immediate childer of 1st Gens are 2nd Gens, immediate childer of 2nd Gens are 3rd Gens and so on... 1st Generation vampires are generally strongest, and tend to be more classical vampires in appearance. http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Supernatural_Condition 2nd Generation vampires only slightly vary from 1st gens, but tend to be weaker. 2nd Gens share the supernatural condition with 1st Gens, with only a slight reduction in every aspect... 3rd - 4th Generation vampires slowly and gradually show fewer signs of their vampiric nature, and do not suffer from contact with silver, or light... http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Enhanced_Condition 4th - 8th Generation vampires are not affected at all by sunlight, or silver, and in fact are more human than vampire. This makes them more and more vulnerable to physical harm from weapons, though they still will not show signs of aging, as they are still un-dead and immortal. http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Peak_Human_Condition Every vampire chooses a path when they return from the dead. The choice is usually made subconsciously, often determined by their personality, interests, or aspirations. Path of Shadows Shadows can become fearsome assassins, invaluable spies, or just stay alive longer by not being seen. The major drawback to walking the path of shadows is that your physical body is able to take less damage than most other vampires. Path of the Mystic Vampires traveling this path will find themselves gaining many supernatural talents. Summon gusts of great wind, inflict illnesses on your enemies, and more... Path of the Telepath Speak over great distances and control your enemies’ minds... A skilled telepath can even connect to the net without a computer! Unfortunately, with a stronger mind, comes a weaker body, and vampires with this skill set generally aren't as strong as the rest... Path of the Allurist This path is for the vampire seeking to manipulate, to seduce, and to charm their way to the top. A great path for leaders, and the vain. Beware though, they attract more attention than perhaps they might want. Path of the Killer Picking the killer’s path will give you increasingly powerful talents which will make you faster, stronger and more resistant to damage. The only drawback for this powerful path is that most other skills are out of the grasp of these simple minded brutes... They also require more and more sustenance the stronger they are, making discovery a greater possibility... Secrecy An important element for the vampire community... The families wrote a pact long ago while occupying Germanic territories, after their discovery led to a veritable blood bath and near extermination... They determined short of taking over the world, their best chance of survival was to retain their secret, and stay hidden from the world and remain the things of horror stories and fairy tales... Any breach of security would be met with death, swift and sure, by the head of each family... It was signed by every 1st generation left alive after the Germanic Purge.