Of all the necropoli in the Nashraf desert the largest, most awe inspiring and dreadful was the Tomb Palace of the Lich King Kaldash. Built over centuries from the bones of those who fell daring to oppose him.
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Of all the necropoli in the Nashraf desert the largest, most awe inspiring and dreadful was the Tomb Palace of the Lich King Kaldash. Built over centuries from the bones of those who fell daring to oppose him.
The nomadic tribes of the Nashraf peninsula had learned generations ago to watch for the balefires burning in the ancient Necropolis. On those nights, things that were long since dead roamed the dunes, looking to vent their undying fury on any living souls foolish enough to be in their path...
They came for the young pyromancer… they were about to realise their error…
21st July 1191 - Day 15
Latest episode in the trials of Sir John...
The caravan remained tense and on edge for the few days immediately after the incident with Bertrand. My actions in saving the young girl, Zara as I learned she was called the next morning, had, somewhat unsurprisingly, endeared me to the group. The women of the caravan fussed over me like a favourite nephew, constantly checking I had enough to eat or to drink or that I was comfortable enough. …
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14th July 1191 - Day 8
Having resolved to leave the cave aAnd the village, partially for the safety of the villager, given my understanding of my new nature, but equally for my own safety lest I should be discovered, I endeavoured to set out early on the morning of the 12th July. I had been prepared to travel alone, leaving Faisal behind in his village. But when I awoke on the morning of the 12th he was already sat…
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11th July 1191 - Day 5
Sir John comes to a realisation about his new nature…
The days following my miraculous reawakening have been no less revelatory in nature than that first moment of consciousness after what I presumed was certain death. As I record them now I am still struck by a sense of astonishment and revulsion. Had I not lived them myself, I do not think I would truly have believed them to have taken place! For it was during these few monstrous days that the…
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7th July, 1191 - Day 1
Latest journal entry for my 1000 Year Old Vampire playthrough - find out what happens to Sir John after his execution...
I awoke in darkness, a great weight pressing down on me, a burning sensation in my throat. My throat… the last thing I remembered before waking was the pain of the executioner’s knife slowly slicing through my throat… and yet there I was awake…how was that possible? As my eyes cleared and became accustomed to the dark the source of the weight upon me became evident – bodies… dozens of bodies,…
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Initium
My name is Sir John Brailsford, an English knight of the realm, serving at the pleasure of King Richard, the Cœur de Lion, of England. Answering King Richard’s call I traveled to the Holy Land in the year of our Lord 1190 to participate in the Third, or King’s, Crusade. Our goal was righteous – to retake those parts of the Holy Land lost to Saladin in 1187, thanks to the bungling incompetence…
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