A clamor within the bowels of the Docro Manor.
  
A lapine woman, seen fleeing into the night clutching a gaping wound.
  
.. The dim sky is cast upon an eve of betrayal and bloodshed.
  

  
Word begins to carry through the underground channels of Esshar which detail a ritual ascension gone terribly wrong. The particulars are shrouded in hearsay, rumor, and word passed from those who claim to have witnessed such heinous events take place. An ancient practice of raising mortal to immortal impugned upon by violent upheaval.


Eventually the formerly titled Viscountess of Asphodel, Tara Vanreth... issues word that spreads to all with ties to the vampiric world,

Quote:

"The misguided Vampire known as Anabelle has escaped the sentence of death she so rightly deserves. A regrettable but amendable fact, to which I say...

  

How long?

  

.. It will be but a matter of time until her fraudulent existence is stamped from the very plane we walk upon. It is we few who remain who must ensure our precious gift is not lent to miscreants and ingrates. Our quality lies in the strength of our blood.. to squander it on those unworthy would undermine the centuries that came before us. I will not see such venerable bloodlines fall to the birth of a half-bred and cretinous kindred.

   

The hunt begins, return Anabelle to me and you'll be rewarded with all I can provide."

Quote:

"Fifty Thousand for her unblemished heart... to think she does that and has the gall not to die?"