In the eastern parts of the woods of Riverbel there was a dark castle, one that screamed terror and death. A lowly ur-vampyr, a slave of the Great Vampire Lord, was walking in pain to give the orb in his hands to his master. Hopefully, he would be rewarded for this feat. He walked up to the dungeons where he was told his master was torturing another poor victim and waited for his master to finish with his entertainment. Finally, he came out of the torture chambers.

“Master, here’s the orb, as ordered,” he squeaked bowing.

The master took the orb and smiled, thinking of what he was going to do next and sending chills on the ur-vampyr’s spine, but then that smiled vanished once he noticed his servant’s wounds. “Why are you wounded?”

“Uh, well… There was a hunter, they stabbed me but I still managed to get the orb, as ordered!” he explained with fear under those bright blue piercing eyes.

“A hunter, you said?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Who are they?”

“I… I’m sorry, Master!” he begged. “I don’t know, I couldn’t recognize them! I just know it was a woman!”