Submitted by Zog the Fishmonger:

Oh mercy! - or hearts that need staked?. Tis pretty rare that I runs inta undead at sea, and I admit that I have only the basest of knowledge about...

Vampires.

I seen dem, though, in the mist. Yesterday evening, in Paxlair. It all started out innocently enough, with many of the locals gathered in the town, discussing plans and such. The mist set in, and all heard a terrorized whinny as a snow-white Unicorn bolted past. The fog thickened, and torches were set and fires built up. There was definately something more than a chill in the air.

JeTamme Deesse was talkin' in hushed whispers with a friend, and when she told JeTamme, in a loud voice, 'not to start a panic' - well, we all listened in regarding a problem facing those mysterious blood-drinkers - a problem that could affect us one and all!.

One of the good things about Vampires is that you don't see 'em much. This leaves us all with our vital fluids in place, see?. That's a good thing, eh?. The problem facing our towns is this: evidentely, the vampires cannot be satisfied any longer by the blood of the unfortunate victim who falls prey to them. They have a never - ending thirst that can no longer be even temporarily satiated by a fresh infusion of human blood. This maddens them, forcing them to frenzy, and seek out victim after victim fer a cure to a thirst that cannot be quenched. The more prey they seek, the more they expose the innocent to some sort of vampryic disease!.

It seems some type of quasi-vampirism can be passed along to their human cattle during the bite, placing them under the influence of one heard only vaguely of called the 'Master'. Victims show signs of increased hunger that cannot be satisfied. They perspire blood!. Looking around in terror, one of the crowd noticed that Rhiannon had almost imperceptible beads of blood on her brow!. Rhiannon was infected, and people quickly slipped away - some running into the mists - from which screams were heard only moments later!. This evil plague spreads like the wind!.

Vegeta himself suddenly swooned, mumbling about being drawn toward the 'Master'. As if in a daze, he wandered off, trailing blood, until he came to the Spring of Courage. There a gate did open, and a sinister being reached out from it to collect the helpless Vegeta!.

The blood was gathered in vials, and taken away to a secret place, where it feeds the roots of the whispering rose of Vizian, a vampire Lord who perished in ages long past.

JeTamme Deesse spoke to the frightened crowd - ' in the matter of your brother,' she said, ' seek ye the Witches of Cove.' Evidently, the Witches o' Cove, whoever they might be, possibly have some sort of answer about a cure for this horrific infection!. Strange portents and oracular divining showed some possibilities in the Yew Abbey, and the vast libraries of Jhelom.

Ahh! to sea! to sea!. This task is for those of more courage than I!

Zog the Fishmonger

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