Vampunk
sʇɐq ןooɔ ǝɥʇ ɥʇıʍ ƃuıƃuɐɥ
Nobody remembers where they came from, it was like the existence of embers that would cause a fiery flood to consume everything in its path. Like a tidal wave of darkness they swept across the once green lands of Séregial, claiming anything in their path as their own as they carved out their own kingdom of the damned.
The living Dead
The Unholy Ones
The Upir Lhikyi
The Vampires
The living Dead
The Unholy Ones
The Upir Lhikyi
The Vampires
But these vile conquerors were nothing like those that had once ravaged the lands in times of great divide. They did not seek gold, nor lands, nor any other kind of earthly power.
Instead they warped the world around them, turning those lands under their dark wings into dreaded hellscapes in which nothing would thrive.
Fertile soil became putrid, once great rivers would only carry murky waters, great hillsides reduced into wicked swamps, for they carried the touch of evil with them, and whatever they would claim, they would make theirs for eternity.
All hope had seemed lost to humankind...if it wasn't for their holy ones to beseech their patron deities for wisdom to save them from drowning in rivers of blood.
With celestial knowledge embedded into their minds, rendering their mortal forms unable to hold such power for longer than it would take to finish their task, they would erect a barrier around the warped lands of darkness, sealing away the wicked fiends....
And all that were under the vampire's yoke. For those left behind were subjected to their unholy overlords' wrath....
Thrown to the wolves, to live among the Upir, tormented, enslaved, drained....
But as years grew into centuries, even hope would blossom...
Igniting a spark of rebellion in the hearts of those humans who dream of times free from their masters' chains, of days of sun, of plenty, without suffering...
But also vampiric hearts dream....they dream of the night their might grows strong enough to tear down the spell that keeps them trapped in their own kingdom.
Of nights that shall last forever....
And so it begins, where mortal hearts oppose the dead ones carrying ichor like blood----
When the Vampires emerged they conquered human lands, towns, cities...kingdoms.
Rendering them into their own warped communities, the fiends did not destroy what was there, but integrated what they found into their ever-growing kingdom of the damned.
For the source of their power is Blood.
Without it they are rendered into fiendish beasts, driven only by an inhuman thirst...
But with it they ascend to entities mirroring the human form...but nothing more than a mockery of mortal life.
Blood gifts them unholy powers over life and death, their dominion being the magic that warps the land and its inhabitants...
And so it was that instead of hunting humankind, the vampires turned to means known also to men...
They started to breed them.
They built towns, cities...Slums and maze-like structures, to house them.
They kept the general populous malnourished, terrified, too weak to revolt, but strong enough to cling to hope.
And so the practice of blood tolling was invented by the dark conquerors.
Human settlements were obligated to pay monthly tithe of blood, draining their own kin to pay the toll, to survive...
For those who did not pay the blood price were taken to the once great capital of Séregial...Now called Sôtet Barlang by those Upir nobles who had rendered it the seat of their power....
For those who rebelled or refused, they would face pain that would make them wish for death...only to find no release.
Under the looming threat of the vampires, settlements were living in constant fear of failing to pay the price, while also fighting against the many evils the Vampires had unleashed on their world....
For the vampires might be their masters, but there were other fiends lurking in the dark, more feral than the masters...but nothing compared to their might.
Misshapen vampire thralls, Wolfmen, frenzied lords...terrors of the swamp....
But the harsh survival of living outside of vampire city walls was nothing compared to the horrors those faced who had the misfortune of being born into the cities of night...to be born in Sôtet Barlang.
The monolithic city of blood was where the ruling vampires dwelled, where blood farming was at its peak and where the hammer swing hit the hardest whenever the vampires were fighting among each other or when they sought to punish humankind for what they had done....
In those city walls...Hidden in the maze like structure that are the Nyomornegyed slums, something is stirring...
Resistance...Aided by those few allies from the outside...For they do not just cling to hope, they ACT on it.
They are the Ellenàllàs and they fight for the day humankind is free of their terrible masters!
Rendering them into their own warped communities, the fiends did not destroy what was there, but integrated what they found into their ever-growing kingdom of the damned.
For the source of their power is Blood.
Without it they are rendered into fiendish beasts, driven only by an inhuman thirst...
But with it they ascend to entities mirroring the human form...but nothing more than a mockery of mortal life.
Blood gifts them unholy powers over life and death, their dominion being the magic that warps the land and its inhabitants...
And so it was that instead of hunting humankind, the vampires turned to means known also to men...
They started to breed them.
They built towns, cities...Slums and maze-like structures, to house them.
They kept the general populous malnourished, terrified, too weak to revolt, but strong enough to cling to hope.
And so the practice of blood tolling was invented by the dark conquerors.
Human settlements were obligated to pay monthly tithe of blood, draining their own kin to pay the toll, to survive...
For those who did not pay the blood price were taken to the once great capital of Séregial...Now called Sôtet Barlang by those Upir nobles who had rendered it the seat of their power....
For those who rebelled or refused, they would face pain that would make them wish for death...only to find no release.
Under the looming threat of the vampires, settlements were living in constant fear of failing to pay the price, while also fighting against the many evils the Vampires had unleashed on their world....
For the vampires might be their masters, but there were other fiends lurking in the dark, more feral than the masters...but nothing compared to their might.
Misshapen vampire thralls, Wolfmen, frenzied lords...terrors of the swamp....
But the harsh survival of living outside of vampire city walls was nothing compared to the horrors those faced who had the misfortune of being born into the cities of night...to be born in Sôtet Barlang.
The monolithic city of blood was where the ruling vampires dwelled, where blood farming was at its peak and where the hammer swing hit the hardest whenever the vampires were fighting among each other or when they sought to punish humankind for what they had done....
In those city walls...Hidden in the maze like structure that are the Nyomornegyed slums, something is stirring...
Resistance...Aided by those few allies from the outside...For they do not just cling to hope, they ACT on it.
They are the Ellenàllàs and they fight for the day humankind is free of their terrible masters!
During the day the vampires are rendered unable to act, but they remain strong, their agents and supporters are everywhere: Humans believing that serving their masters might earn them a place among them, thinking that they would be elevated above their tormented king. They are thralls and they are at times more cruel and cunning than their masters....
But when there is light, there is hope, and it is during the day that the Ellenàllàs use their advantage to fight against their tormentors. They have many friends, yet whoever is found associating with them is sentenced to even worse punishment that the letting of blood. And still they fight.
During the day, they can rest easily, but once the sun sets, its reign over the sky usurped by a blood moon, the Ellenàllàs will come face to face with the dark conquerors...
But when there is light, there is hope, and it is during the day that the Ellenàllàs use their advantage to fight against their tormentors. They have many friends, yet whoever is found associating with them is sentenced to even worse punishment that the letting of blood. And still they fight.
During the day, they can rest easily, but once the sun sets, its reign over the sky usurped by a blood moon, the Ellenàllàs will come face to face with the dark conquerors...
They are the Upir, the Unholy Ones, the Dark Imperators...They are Vampirekin.
Nothing is known to mortals where they had come from, but the oldest Vampirelords tell of the day their kin was born.
Born to a blood moon, born among dust and ashes, given life by mortal blood, they had been birthed by darkness itself, a dark entity envious of its brethren's worship in the mortal realms...
And so the Vampires were born. The first lords still remain, founding the three clans that now battle over constant dominion, over the right to rule.
These three houses form the pillars of vampiric society and any mortal that may be elevated into their dark ranks will be loyal to them alone.
The Szàrny...
Are the second ones to be born to blood and darkness, lead by their Lord Zindûlatus.
In Vampire society, the Szàrny form the security and enforcers of the dark kin. They are more beast than men, choosing to remain in their vampiric form more often than their humanoid one and being the main collectors of the blood toll. They are vicious, aggressive and very territorial, always fighting over recently discovered human settlements. The lower lords always aim to upstage each other and earn favor with their Wingmaster, striving to be the ones to be the first to taste new batches of blood.
The Ravasz...
make up most of the Vampire's governing caste. They prefer their human guise and are on the "best" terms with their human subjects. They plan tolling, human settlements, new ways of regulating and optimizing their population and other ways of harvesting blood. Among their vampiric kin, they are the most likely to revel in luxuries and signs of aristocracy, clinging to a view of Vampire society as the ultimate governing structure of immortal lords, of dark dictators who will rule all...in time.
Their Mistress Elàrul resides in the tallest tower, organizing balls of excess and constantly indulging in the more cranial pleasures of vampiredom.
And finally
The Sôtétek..
They are the most Elusive of Vampirekind and the very first to be born from darkness and blood. They hide in the shadows, rarely involving themselves with the matters of the other clans, nor the dealings of humans.
They are the ones who aspire to free their kin from the shackles that keep them trapped in their own kingdoms.
And they will succeed...eventually...
Little is known of them, and so it will remain....
So, if you haven't noticed already, this story will center around the struggle between Vampires and the oppressed human population, following the Ellenàllàs as they combat the vampires...and discover a plot that will change both sides' future...forever.
I'd very, very, very much prefer if people would be interested more in the human's side of things, since it's where most of the action is going to happen. The vampires are a decadent bunch and most of them won't be involved all that much into the plot.
Except for the many I'll play!
You as players can of course play a vampire as well, but only if you have another character on the human side. Vampire characters usually are more of a side story kind of deal but there are ways of involving bloodsuckers on the Ellenàllas' side.
That includes, but isn't limited to; Vampire Lords/Ladies fallen from grace that are now helping the humans, Humans infected by vampirism, Werewolves (yes!) and of course anything in between.
This would be a very plot heavy roleplay and require quite some investment so please, I'd love one or two Co-GM's!
Phew....that being said, questions?
