Sixty-Two years ago in the kingdom of Taifera, a young woman with beautiful features and a sweet voice took a job as a clergy member. It was unheard of, of having many humans who would so willingly work with the vampire order. And this girl was no exception. However a life as a farmer or a maid did not suit her adventurous nature. So the girl, named Dagoon, would settle for being the assistant to some upstart vampire.
However, like most human clergy, she fell in love with the magicks that was so heavily banned from her. It was only a matter of time of course before she stole enough books to teach herself in private. It was a rough thing to do, teaching yourself the magicks without a proper tutor. She would learn this the hard way when, in an effort to conjure a fire ball, she set her home ablaze. However, the fire was unlike a normal blaze, as the rushing vampire clergy found out. It took them twice the amount of water conjuring to put it out, and thusly, Dagoon was arrested and charged with being a human mage.
Fortunately for her, her mana pool was so minute that the clergy had trouble sticking her case. And with her beautiful face and pleading voice, she got herself removed of all charges. But Dagoon wasn't stupid. She knew it was only a matter of time before the vampire clerics found out the truth, and she refused to stop her studies. So that very night she left, with anger in her heart, to study in the wilderness.
The first month was dreadful. She spent most of the time running from bears, blowing herself up with fire and wind spells, and starving from the lack of knowledge on how to survive on the land. The second month...was more tolerable. Her spells were starting to stick and she even set a bear on fire! However, things went downhill when she decided it was time to learn how to combine elements. And in an attempt to make ice, she literally froze her feet to the ground.
A simple fire spell would have freed her too, but as she soon found out...she was out of mana. So there she was. On the verge of frost bite, and about to lose her limbs at 25 when she heard a soft chuckle. She was then approached by a very handsome man of 30 years. Laughing at her predicament he would lift his hand, cast a fire spell on her feet, and she would be free.
The human went by the name of Abadel. And like her, he had ventured away from family and friends to learn the magicks. However, unlike her...he was a renegade slave who had stabbed an unsuspecting vampire cleric in the neck. A cleric who had many books, and was a retired tutor from the empires' School of Magickal Artes.
What resulted was an amazing friendship. Aba would teach Dag all she would ever need to know. And after a few years of wandering the world of Fallax, the two would fall in love. Dag however would never recover from her hate of vampire intolerance. And after being egged on by her sweet yet ruthless lover, she devised a plan. She would make a name for herself by being a pain in the empires overly pompous ass.
Golems. They were giant creatures who usually dissipated after a cleric summoned them for a purpose...if the cleric wished. Golems were not natural creatures, and one would not come across one unless it was with it's master, because to abandon a golem was high treason in vampire law. So as a signature to every place they traveled, Dag would leave behind a fearsome golem of whatever element her mood conjured up. And the golem in turn would attack any passerby's that got within it's radius.
Aba on the other hand, would focus on forging weapons of great and unique powers. It was never understood why, but Aba was special. He was slowly learning to make weapons that held magick outside of elements and the two would begin to theorize that maybe there was a different reason why humans were banned from using magick than being an inferior race. Especially since whenever Aba would make such a weapon or would be driven to a mad rage...blue fire would engulf his eyes.
Twenty-five years later, the couple who now lived happy and secluded in a tower in the middle of a marsh...would receive an unusual visitor. An injured vampire cleric in need of dire help. Aba was quick to act in reaching for his infamous "Darthu Knife" and charging the creature. However, Dag was quick to stop him. For an odd reason that she could not explain, she sensed great power in the creature. After healing his wounds, Dag sat next to him quietly...trying to understand the feeling she was overcome with.
In an effort to understand it further, she managed to get the vampire, whose name was Nihilus, to tell her more about himself. What resulted was an epic story of self discovery and knowledge learned about his ancestors he referred to as the "Nexu." After even more conversations two things resulted. They became fast friends. And Dag realized what she sensed was Nihilus's inner Nexu. It didn't take long for her to realize a chilling truth...she could release the creature. She could bring it forth and give the vampire full control of a deadly monster, if she so chose
This shocking discovery she decided to keep to herself however. She refused to even tell her husband. For she, at a mere 55 years of age, discovered the secret behind humans being clerics. Once a human had lived to an old enough age, with enough practice...they would be able to perform individual abilities. Hers, was summoning forth a persons potential and Aba's was in making unique enchanted weapons outside of elements. It occurred to her in this moment...that she was wrong. The vampires had every right to ban the teaching of magick to humans. If the mass population knew about this, any form of control would be null in void. Humans would be a threat to themselves as well as others. And where she did not support the vampire race, she no longer held the strong desire to oppose them as fiercely as she once did.
It would be another twenty-five years living alone together when happiness and fate would collide. Aba was sick. Through coughs and dizzy spells he would laugh and talk often of a gift he had for his wife for their fiftieth anniversary. For days he would complain about how he needed a final ingredient for his gift. How he needed to go to a neighboring kingdom to visit a powerful barbarian friend of his. Dag however, would refuse his wishes. Much too afraid of being discovered. Much too scared to go back into the violent world.
But as the days waned on, she would recant her decision. One afternoon, after leaving a golem behind at their tower, they journeyed forth to the kingdom. Yet, this would prove to be their very last trip together. Upon arriving, they would find themselves in the middle of a uproar between werewolves and vampires. And what started out as verbal conflict, erupted into full blown blood shed. And in the midst of the fight, it would be a stray arrow...that would bring about the end to Abadel Jibi. The arrow had pierced right through his heart, not even allowing him a final goodbye to his wife.
In a blood rage, Dagoon stood, blue fire in her eyes as she lifted her hand to decimate everyone in her vicinity. And then the strangest thing happened. She was knocked unconscious. Awaking a couple of days later in a green field of grass and wheat, she found a scroll in her shirt pocket. The note would inform her, that their family friend was responsible for her sudden predicament. That the body of her husband would be taken care of, and that for her own safety, the body of her husband and the friend would disappear. And that she ought to do the same. Crying alone, Dagoon wouldn't understand why things had happened the way they did. Why her husband had to die. Why she was stopped from exacting vengeance. Why there was an unusual gash on her leg from what appeared to be a stab wound. And why the note was written in her husbands script.
In the next six years, Dagoon Jibi, would leave behind even more vicious golems before finally retiring and returning home to Taifera. Here she ran into her old friend Nihilus who apparently was a High Chancellor now. She met his son Nazriel. And she found herself a home. Six months later, Nihilus would pay her an unexpected visit. He was leaving the kingdom to continue his studies on the "Nexu.," but that he had a favor to ask before he left. He asked her to keep a distant eye on his son. And that if he was ever in danger, to please find a way to turn the tide in his favor. Promise granted, she bid farewell to her only friend and went back to her life of solitude.
Until another six months later, on her birthday, when she'd get a knock on her door. What stood before her was a beautiful boy with honey silken hair. He claimed that his name was Abadel. That he had no memories of his past, but for some reason knew who she was. He had very little magick ability, this too he could not explain, but knew that she could train him to be stronger. He had a heavy proficiency with daggers, and a lust for fighting that she had only seen once before in her husband.
What could she do but let him in? You don't turn away a child asking for help with your dead husbands name...
