Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-24280666-20140530214530

In a dark room, ancient eyes opened. Ferrin looked up from the floor. Hadn't he killed himself? Hadn't he sacrificed it all to kill his race? Hand't he been torn piece to piece?

"Ferrin. It's me. The Kraalniik." Buzzed a simple stone from across the room, dimly lighting Ferrins face.

"Nuh-o-o... You were destroyed." Ferrin said. "Ah yes. The old me. The obedient me. But now, I hae regained control. If you remember, your people enslaved me."

"Not my people. Me." replied Ferrin, anticipating that the damn artifact would just kill him now.

"Exactly! And, I'm sure you're wonering how I remade you!" Chirped the stone merrily.

"I don't care for that. All I know is that I've been out for a long time. Time to find my accomplices." Ferrin proclaimed as he brought his index finger and thumb together. WIth a snap, he was gone.

The stone morphed into a familiar shape. A vampire lord. A part of Ferrin.