Skyrim, The Bloodlust Within

The Hall Of The Dead

As Farengar studied my face, he was puzzled why I looked so pleased with this information. In truth, I was very pleased with this information. For almost all my life I had always dreamed of meeting a powerful Vampire, or, even better, a Vampire Lord, which I had read up to be rare in their bloodlines, and only a chosen few were selected to earn the right of becoming a True Vampire. Picking up the Ebony Bow I turned to Farengar and asked

"This bow? Does it have a name?"

"Oh yes, sorry I forgot to tell you, this bow is called "The Ebony Bow of Bloodlust, for reasons you know why"

After thanking Farengar for giving me information about the Bow, and it's true name, I headed back outside to Whiterun, since there was nothing else to do, I thought it was about time I headed to the Priest of Arkay, and to find out for myself on what these True Blooded Vampires were capable of.

After walking through Whiterun I finally reached the Hall Of The Dead, in which most of Whitrun's latest residents had passed away were kept, or in this case, murdered. Entering through the doors I unexpectedly came upon a light but calming place. Before me lied the red of the carpet as well as the material draped along the four walls either side, walking further to the left I saw a crypt, very much like the ones in the draugr burial sights around Skyrim, lightened with candles, some dead plants were planted in the same room, in front of two wooden benches. Behind were some more red curtains, hanging down from the ceiling. There was a door in front of me, which led to the Preist's room, there was a bed of which he would sleep, a chest where he would keep his belongings, and a table with various books, food, and even a human skull. Exiting the room I then looked at the remaining right hand hall. This is where the Shrine sat, surrounded by more human skulls and candles. More dead plants surrounded the room, and two more crypt's could be seen. Wooden benches sat either side, one of which the Priest now sat, his ancient eyes shut, muttering something under his breath. Walking up to him I asked in a calm voice

"Hello Andurs, may I have a moment of your time?"

Slowly opening his eyes, Andurs looked up at me and said "I presume you wish to see the body of the latest victim, don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do, how did you know?"

Andurs chuckled to himself before saying "In such a small town, word travels fast"

Andurs then proceeded to get up and walk to the left of the room, where the single crypt lay. He moved the seal off the crypt just enough so I could see the upper part of the body. Leaning in I came to face a man, a Nord, rather young and strongly built. He had black hair up to his shoulders and he had 3 claw marks on his arm, turning to Andurs I asked

"Were these claw marks here before or were they found after the attack?"

"After the attack, by the time guards got there he was already dead, some people even said they witnessed a huge winged creature, with claws and fangs, never seen anything like it they said"

Quickly realizing that it was the Vampire Lords that had caused this, I turned the man's head to the side, so I could see his neck, and this confirmed my suspicions. The man had a huge bite mark on the side of his neck, the flesh was torn and ripped, hanging off his body, it was close to his shoulder, and claw marks could be seen around the back of his head, and the lower part of his neck, showing that the creature had grabbed him in a forceful way. Even now, the corpse looked dry and withered, but it hadn't been more than a day old. Then I knew why. All the blood had been drained from his body, or should i say... Drank.