blood of the mind

A NARTHEN JARL NAMED OJIR

A misty graveyard with old forgotten tombs bordering a forest of tall trees drained of their life. Deep within those tombs I am sure something lies. no one comes to visit these graves any more, no one but me. my dear sister had departed in the woods and had been buried here once every year I travelled from xojiir to here over 700 miles to visit this grave. 700 miles from any civilisation. My people never buried are own, what a waste of good reanimative material. we would rather be reanimations than clumps of rot in the ground! But something more than a reanimation was stalking this jarldom some said it was a murderer come to watch his victims sleep or a lone Wampyre spawn of Ambrogio. As good a tale that could have been (the Wampyre of kurtiin graveyard) the most probable situation is that it's a bear out hunting. As this thought crossed my mind. 'shvinamec uo it al amrogio iven moiir!!!! Shocked out of my skins I spun round to see a man in leather and cloak his mouth wide and a mosquito-sucker-thing extended towards me 'a Wampyre!' I screamed in shock as I ran full pelt away dodging between graves and tomes but it was faster in one great leap it landed in front of me 'tis nottin purrsonle' it confirmed 'isck just businis!' bolting the other direction, I hollered 'and I'm a not customer!' 'whhether yor ah bleeder ohr nhot nedeent matt'r 'it replied as I felt as prick on the neck if he thinks I'm going out quietly he's wrong I opened my eyes wide and as the magic flooded in and my sanity flooded out I screeched the screech of a bleeder as my mind bleed dry the graves rumbled and the place glowed with green lightning. All around the dead awoke and with my last dregs of strength I chanted 'Drepa það sem gengur með shvients vera fordæmdur fluga fyrir tungu!'and I died quietly.