All was quiet in the small town of Lokyn. There was a steady fear among the town’s people of Lord Kurain’s Armies to the South. Everyone some how seemed to keep on living. The baker made his bread; the town magistrates continued to debate, the innkeeper continued to swindle money out of people. Even that crazy Mellic was spotted chasing people out of the owl houses. But this night would be different in many ways, for all those in town…

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It was around midnight when the carriage entered the town. The moon was hidden in darkness and a deep fog was choking the valley Lokyn was settled in. A team of four horses was pulling the carriage. Each one was completely black. The driver of the carriage was hidden with in a mysterious cloak that did not move in the wind. He pulled up in front of the inn and came to a silent halt. The innkeeper was still cleaning up some blood and food from the night’s rowdy guest. He noticed the carriage and wondered if it had appeared due to magic. This was due to the fact that the horses and the carriage made no noise.

He went outside to help in whom ever was in the carriage. Only those with power or wealth could afford such a luxury in times like this.

“May I help you”?

At that moment the driver’s head turned towards him. A feeling of fear gripped him liked he had never known. All he could think about was running, running away. Some how he knew that this driver was evil and wanted to see him dead. He was about to scream when the door to the carriage opened…

“Take my bag and see that I get your finest room.”

The innkeeper’s fearful gaze turned from the driver to the Woman before him. She was dressed all in black and had a mysterious cloak on. The innkeeper grabbed the bag she was holding and quickly preceded to do as she asked. When he came back down the stairs the carriage was gone and on the bar was the 2000 gold for the room. The innkeeper just stared at the coins at first. He then proceeded to reach for them to see if they were real.

As the innkeeper touched the coins, they turned to a strange liquid and moved up his arm. He tried to shake them off, but it kept coming up his arm. He felt unbearable pain and as he opened his mouth o scream for help the beast lunged into his mouth…

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Sir Vulcan was lying in his bed in the inn. He was dreaming of destroying Shai’tan and all of his followers when the dark mist started to come inn from under the door. A shadowy figure began to take shape beside Sir Vulcan. Sweet began to form on Sir Vulcan’s brow; something told him that he needed to wake. Sir Vulcan began to open his eyes, just in time to see a lady’s face form above him. He was just about to leap from the bed a throw the impudent woman across the room when he heard a strange word, “STALIAC”. HE could not move, his body was pinned to the bed. Evil magic was at work, he tried to speak so that he could pray for freedom, but nothing came out.

“Ahhh, Sir Vulcan. It has been a long time. I do believe the last time was when you burned my master’s church in Suraly. HE sent me for you know. It is a great honor to be taken to hell you know. The tortures are very exquisite. BY the look of hatred in your eyes I see that you recognize me. Yes it is Morgan. I see that your body has many scares on it. Hmm…”

Morgan ran her figure down Sir Vulcan’s chest. As she did her fingernail cut deeply into his flesh. She also pulled down the covers to his waist. “Very nice scares. It would seem that you have recently been tortured. Maybe in battle, but it does not matter.” With that Morgan gave a twisted smile and drew closer to Sir Vulcan. She looked him in the eyes and kissed him on the mouth. As she did a look of pure terror came across his face. A bright light began to show in-between their locked lips. Tears began to pour down the sides of sir Vulcan’s cheeks. Suddenly Sir Vulcan’s body turned into a black dust.

Morgan stood up off the bed. “Have fun in hell follower of god. I only wish that I could be there to watch the flesh being stripped from your body.” Morgan licked her lips and turned back into a black mist. A cold wind bursted the windows open and the mist dissipated…

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“HEY! Wake up Mayor.”

“What is it Brujah?” Asked Seth Morigan

“There is a gold statue of the inn keeper in the inn. No one knows where the innkeeper is. People are starting to cut it up and melt it down. There could be a fight.”

“What else is new? Have there been any deaths in the night?”

“We are not sure. Sir Vulcan is gone. But there was no body. Only black ashes in hi bead. If there was a battle someone would have hared. And better yet his door was barricaded from the inside.”

“Hmm, how strange. Well help get dressed and we will go see this gold statue.”