Welcome to the home of Ruadan Hawke the Slayer
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Let none who have not slain a blood drinker enter
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It was thirty years ago when I first experienced the evil of the vampires. They came stealthily and uninvited into my parents home. My father a Lord of the Marches fought gallantly, his ensorcelled blade sending many of the foul creatures to their final grave.
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A scream too few
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In one final rush they overpowered my father and held him down. The Master of the brood stepped forward. He was an ancient an powerful Vampire Lord named Arkiris. He gestured to one of his minions who brought my stricken mother to kneel before her husband...
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Slay or be slain
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... my parents eyes met for the briefest of moments before Arkiris ripped out her throat with his fangs. My fathers anguished screams echoed threw the darkened halls of our ancient home, before he too met a frightful end. but for my father it was not death... it was undeath...
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