He had been born to human nobility. Which was never really noble at all, as they still had to come to the beck and call of the vampires. But life was good. And indeed, at first the young Adabel was quite used to having vampire company. After all, they were family friends, and invaluable teachers. But he would soon learn that vampires were whimsical in their treatment of humans.
Untill then he was quite ignorant to the plight of his fellow man. He would ask his teachers
why he and his family were counted among the lucky few to gain favor with the vampires. He was told, usually with a laugh, not to ask such questions and that it was just a part of life. And his life would continue like this...But he would soon find this was a facade. And no human was safe, no matter how noble.
It was at a grand gathering that his life would change, and cornerstones of his later life fit squarely into place. It was barely an exchanging of words that a vampire lord started singling out his father, with his mother at his side. His father knew his place, and though the vampire was antagonizing the noble human, he kept appology. "Maybe I will feed from your beautiful wife." He watched through the crowd as his father then drew a line, and spoke against the vampire lord. His father spoke up. Abadel watched intently. And he understood that the series of even thats followed were base upon one mistake...
His father was in the middle of making a very valid point...when the vampire lord reached out and pulled his throat from his neck. The scream of his mother found his ears, and his eyes searched for a familiar face could save them. He would find one of his closest tutors...For help he would look to him, but what he would find was a grin.
The one mistake his father had made...was that he thought he could trust a vampire to be there for him.
By that time his mother had started in on a stream of curses that Adabel would never forget. With her husband in her arms, his blood covering her, she was next to be silenced...Adabels teeth clenched and tears rolled down his face. Immediately, freely. He fell to the floor, landing on his fists. He then understood what the human race meant to their vampire opressors.
If anyone asked, even him, he wouldn't have been able to tell you what happened after that. He woke up in a cell. Alone and cold...The first person he would see was that of the vampire that taught him. He looked in on the boy with a grin, and Adabel cursed and yelled at him for his trechery. He would later write in his diary (There are a few, very rare, very hard to find.), "Fallax be damned. If the castle had been built any less stury I would have shaken it down."
It was the next day that the tutor, who had been placed as charge of the boy, sold him into slavery. But fresh were his wounds, and strong was his anger. As the story goes, no one knows how he killed the slave driver. No one knows how he got into the school of magick. And no one knows how he got at that powerful cleric to steal his knowledge. And naerly a man is alive to even connect the three events together.
And then the years went by.
Later on he would find Dagoon in a terrible state. And in aiding her, he found he'd met someone he could truly spend his life with. And he would, though, with a price. It seemed time flew by when he was with her, and he began to age quickly. Though he had found love, his asperations had gone neglected. He would later write, "I found myself wishing day after day, that we could start again, knowing what we knew now. And how, if it was possible, we could rule the world." He would later find out that it was, indeed, possible.
One arrow changed his plans immensely. He would wake up to his barbabrian friend looking down on him, extatically. Adabel jumped up and asked where Dagoon was. And then forgot most else. It was then his friend explained the whole plan.
Adabel spent a long time looking down on her, with the blade that was responcible for bringing him back in his hand. The plan was to kill her. And she would be reborn. He was angry that he had passed and she had not, but he couldn't bring himself to kill her. Even if she would be reborn. With an ache in his heart, he wrote her a note and gave her the wound that would some day bring her back from the grave.
The next seven years he spent his time relarning who he was, and the knowledge he had aquired. He thanked the creator, and chalked it up to destiny, that he remembered where he had stashed his tomes. The spoils of a plan he'd orchestrated as a child. The body he was reborn as needed to be toned once again and his abilities, not only needed honing but they needed to be relearned entirely...All the while he heard tales from Taifera, and longed to return to battle.
It was a dream that brought him the news. His love was reaching the end of her life. Which meant one thing. That they could be together. And that they could rise and claim what was theirs. The very day that he met up with her, he was told by his friend that there were vampires following them. After all, they had spent the last seven years sharpening blades on the undead. Against his friends wishes, he would stay. He stayed untill the day his beloved was reborn. But that day brought a stark reality.
They were in the same place they had been years before. Worse off. He'd read alot about the wars of past days. The wolves nearly defeated the vampires. But Adabel didn't have a supernatural force to call his bretheren forth. Coupled with the fact that three little vampires could sweep down and end it, Adabel set out once again. And this time he spent some time away.
Somewhere along the line he would lose his barbarian friend. After all, he too had a home, and Adabel didnt feel right about keeping him from family. And the moment they were sure the vampires had stopped looking for them, i.e, they had found their graves, the barbarian set off. And Adabel started his next mission alone.
He spent the years moving from kingdom to kingdom. Walking among his people, meeting various contacts and relearning his magicks. While he was out he had come up with the brillient idea. Take Taifera for the human race. Turn it into a haven. An exodus would start, and the human race would gain a foothold.
The time had come. He had set everything in place. His sights were then set on Taifera. And now all he had to do was arrive, and prep the city for its grand transformation.
