Chylde of Sanguinarius

A brooding vampire stalks the shadows between the Guild of Vampires and Darkhaven.

Information

• Area: New Darkhaven
• Status: Pacifist

Description

A thin and pale human is shrouded in a long dark cloak, muttering to himself
as he moves about. He doesn't so much as walk, but treads the air above the
ground. Although floating, his heavy steps lack the usual pristine grace of a
confident vampire at ease. Sired from a vampire of no small power, the Chylde
of Sanguinarius is not to be trifled with.

Items

Inventory

Unknown coins

Notes

Chylde of Sanguinarius was a mob who wandered New Darkhaven around the Guild of Vampires.

Chylde of Sanguinarius says 'Troubling times for the dark guilds of Darkhaven.'
Chylde of Sanguinarius shakes his head.
Chylde of Sanguinarius bares his fangs and peers around nonchalantly.

You say 'troubling times'
Chylde of Sanguinarius says 'Yes. Our sometime ally, the Nephandi guild have heard rumblings of power 
shifting in the pantheons. I myself have detected deific efforts to diminish our foothold in Darkhaven.'

You say 'deific efforts'
Chylde of Sanguinarius says 'As I fed on an acolyte cleric of Darkhaven's church, the blood meal 
looked me straight in the eyes and stated with fervour that while he would not flee, soon we would 
be the ones fleeing.'

Chylde of Sanguinarius says 'I have prayed nightly and made exceptional sacrifices to Gre'vos, 
yet strangely, I have received little guidance though she still grants her usual favors. My sire 
said to me only two words on this matter, "Most troubling".'

You say 'most troubling'
Chylde of Sanguinarius says 'Indeed it is. True death is not to be feared for us immortal vampires.'

Chylde of Sanguinarius says 'But without the succor of Gre'vos to shield our blessed blood, we may 
have to bargain with the dark Nephandi powers for the rights to our very souls or face holy 
annihilation in the afterlife.'

Chylde of Sanguinarius says 'My patriarch has invested in me the power to act. There will soon be a 
reckoning, but I sense the time is not right. We must lurk and bide our time for now. Now go, leave 
me to my thoughts.'