Skies turned a shady grey, as from the earth a spire of Onyx jolted. Leaving in it's wake destruction and decay. A crimson light, magic in nature; dare to pierce the rolling clouds. Once there had been a village nuzzled peacefully within that very spot. But all that remained as proof of their once tranquil existence, were their mangled, battered and scorched corpses. Scattered remains of their homes served as a harrowing reminder, that the true threats of this world none can perceive; not until it dare to rise. Long ago; before the annex of recorded history, an empire once expanded most the realms. Vampires, who thirst not for blood like their primitive cousins, claimed dominion of all under the sun. No official records or evidence from this era remain, all warnings swallowed by the vicarious hunger of time. But still, the only proof existed in the coming of the last of her kind. History became myth, warped by the spoken tales and songs of mystics. But like all things in this world...if it happened once; it shall happen again. It is not a question of if, rather of when? For tendays the spiraling onyx tower stood tall. It's magical ruby colored beam penetrated the heavens, birthing clouds as thick as a sheep's wool; and as black as charcoal. For miles on end the sun's once warm and welcomed kiss faded. Given way to the surrealism that spawns within the darkness. Those that once perished for the coming of her tower, no longer remained stiff. Freed from the chains of mortality they had risen, becoming mindless thralls of her Illithids. One might think it weird that such strange, powerful creatures would serve anyone, let alone a woman. But truth be told they feared her, for their mind flaying abilities had no effect on a ancient sol vampire. In the coming weeks many tried to repel the tower, armies marched and spells were flung. Assassins sent to infiltrate and kill this queen, but all fell before her feet. Their lives either snuffed out by her hands, or doomed to join her immortal legion of thralls. Some were not so frighten, instead seeking her out and wishing to become part of the fold. These souls kept their free will, instead becoming one with the Sol vampire. In a month; an army of darkness had risen. Sitting on her Amethyst chair she nested, crimson feral eyes peering deep into her orb. A molten rock suspended by magic that let her glimpse into futures destroyed, in exchange to see the world she could build. Luscious lips were tugged by her facial muscles, as a wide smirk displayed itself on her red lips. With skin as pale as the moonlight and black lines adorning her picturesque face; causing some to think of her visage as disturbing, yet equally enamoring. Her mere presence intoxicating, as a sense of power and wisdom dare to emit from her physical shell. While most saw color and shapes, her eyes could witness the strings that make up the flow of fate. Not only can they see the light, but at the same time easily overpower the influence of the darkness. While most thought of time and space as a line, Valerna perceived it as pulse, occasionally overlapping and contorting. Such a gift...hough not without flaw, this unique power allowed her to escape the ending of her peoples reign. Deep within the belly of the earth, where heartless stone dare shade she waited. Patiently permitting time to pass her by, before slowly making her move against the Illithids, Drows and Gnomes that inhabit this under ground realm. Soon even the spider goddess of the Drow couldn't stop her, as she stripped her empire from her corpse. Claiming it as her new world order. After a bloody hundred year civil war, she united even those of the old way under her cause. Slowly the ivory skinned woman rose, her dark purple dress, fitted to her body perfectly as if but a layer of skin, now dragged against the floor. Her stride wide as those blood colored irises dare to stare into the distance. On her eloquent dress were black engravings of spider webs, a gift of the Drow. Something seldom seen worn, let alone given; to any none Drow being. But they understood, feared and respected prowess where ever it may be found. "Jurn!" She hissed, as from the shadowed ceiling an octopus humanoid creature descended, his feet lightly planting themselves on the polished floor. "Yes my queen?" His voice watery, other worldly. This was an Illithid, the greatest psychics and mages that inhabit the subworld. But despite his power, he could only squirm as her barreling, frigid gaze lingered on his tentacled head. His color faded, as time itself seemed to have frozen around him. "It is unwise to spy, even if your intents are well." She purred, a sigh of relief parting from his tentacles. "My queen..." He knelled, "If I may ask why let me so close? Clearly I would benefit from your death, being once overseer of my kind and their thralls." A good question, few would let their enemies stand so close in a position to take their life at an given moment. No anger met him, no mockery nor abuse. What greeted him instead was the truth, spoken with weight of sovereignty. "You want me dead? Then kill me, and watch as I show you how many ways even a Illithid can die. The reason why I let you close without fear, is because I have nothing to fear from you." Her words birthed silence, as he slowly rose; levitating in the air. "It is as my grace says." He concluded, knowing he already tested his luck once this day. "Tell me Jurn; what is it you see before you?" Her question rhetorical, for Valerna cared little for his thoughts; and the Illithid understood this all too well. "I see clay, a world to be molded. I see time warping around this tower, as the entire planet and history will see. They will see my humble onyx tower, much like the earth from which it was forged; as the center of the world." What an enticing thought, everyday her power grew bit by bit. And once those from under the earth slither to the surface and join her forces. The entire realm will know, fear respect and utter her name. Valerna...the last Sol Vampire.