He considered the question for a moment before replying. “I'm not rightly sure. I'm hoping my instincts are wrong, and that I'm just an old worrier. I told you about the vampires I had come into contact with?” The other man nodded solemnly. “Well it dates back to before you were born my friend. A long time ago, Veltan was taken by a coven of vampires from another plane. Their leader, or king, was called Reggan. He was taking the long sleep. Both he and his brother had almost slain each other on the battlefield. They needed blood. Human blood, if possible. Reggan's brother, Korgan had help from his minions, who scoured this land and others to bring him sustenance. Reggan was not so lucky. His land is a barren waste, filled with mutant monsters that were of no use to him. That's where I came
