Foreword: This is a history of events about 450 yearsprior to present day Kirganthis. All people are realand all events true.

Legion sat, as always, on the edge of the fountain, his hands folded across his lap. This day his unblinking eyes stared down Tower Road towards the Academie of Magick. A well dressed man approached the square from noble road, the golden embroidery of his cloak gleaming in the noon sun.

'Greetings Darius V'Tull.' Legion said in a voice that sounded a chorus of thousands. 'Do you seek our assistance?' As he asked this he turned to look at the dapper man. His crimson eyes piercing into V'Tull's soul.

Darius, used to such eccentricities approached the man undaunted. 'Greetings to the Legion,' he said, 'As always you have cut straight to my point. I wish to discuss something between us, if you would be so kind as to transport us to my manor weshall talk there.

Legion's unblinking gaze continued on Darius. His eyes glowed a brighter red and Darius felt the world shift around him. He closed his eyes to combat a wave of nausea and when opened they revealed his sitting room. Still a little woozy he sat down and motioned for Legion to do the same. The man sat down and again folded his hands across his legs.

'Well then, I wanted to know how you gained your mysterious power...I have made some studies into the dark arts and I cannot find a demon known to grant such abilities.'

'There is nothing demonic about us Darius V'Tull. That is a view many of this plane take of us.' Legion said in his voice of thousands.

'Nothing demonic?! Then how do you explain that voice?! It is said you steal the souls of the dead! If you are not demonic than what ARE you?' Darius asked, his voice rising to match his frustration.

'We are Legion, we are many and we are one. We do not steal the souls of the dead. We act as Shepherd to the Lost.' There was no emotion to Legion's voice, in fact there was no hint of inflection. He stated this as he stated everything, flat and unemotional.

'There you go again! Talking that nonsense, It is no wonder none dare send their children around, they fear they will catch madness! Will you tell me how I can obtain such powers as you possess?' Darius' face was flushed with anger. The look of a man battling insanity on his face.

'We cannot tell you. It is not possible for one of this plane to acheive a state such as ours.'

Darius' countanence changed to murder. He turned his back to his guest. 'Then sir your welcome has run out. I am sorry you have maid this trip for nothing.'

'We shall go. Do not do anything foolish Darius V'Tull. The quest for power has created many Lost.' The sitting room flooded with crimson light as the image of Legion shimmered and was gone.

Darius stormed from the sitting room to his library, no servant dare get in his way for fear of being trampled. Once inside hte room he paced in front of one of the bookshelves, his face a thunderhead. 'That lying bastard,' he fumed, 'He simply cannot stand the thought of another with the power he holds! Why he's blind to what he could be doing! He sits all day on the side of that damned fountain...There is nothing out of his grasp!'

He stopped his pacing and stared at the shelves infront of him. 'Hundreds of thousands of gold crowns on occult literature for what?!' Darius picked a book off the shelf and hurled it against the wall, 'Useless!! All of them useless!!' he yelled as he emptied the shelves on tome at a time. The last book he hurled was an ancient tome, large and woodbound it struck the wall with an audible crack, the back cover snapping in half. Regaining his composure Darius went to inspect the damage to his expensive collection. He didn't believe what he was seeing for a moment, skillfully hidden in the back cover of the last tome was a sheet of parchment. If the cover had never broke he would not have suspected a thing.

Picking up the parchment he realized it was made from skin, the skin of a sheep he hoped and half-believed. The language ws ancient and Darius, even with his years of training in th occult, had trouble decyphering it. Eventually he came to realize it was a summoning ritual, a summoning for Pentalthazaar a high level demon. This was it. This is what he had been waiting for. He wouldn't need Legion or his creepy stares and voices. After tonight, he wouldn't need anything. Darius quickly set himself and his staff to gathering the components needed, his previous anger now long forgot.

As the sun slowly began setting over the hills Darius finished his preperations for the summoning. He sat in the center of a pentgram enclosed in a circle and stared at the same symbol opposite him as he waited for the moon to rise. Finally it was time. He sat with the bowl of components in his lap as he read the incantations. Nearly spitting the words as if poison. Drawing a thin silver dagger he added a few drops of blood into the bowl. He then struck a single match and dropped it, turning the bowl into an explosive flashbomb.

As the smoke cleared he saw the circles glowing with a red light. In the middle of the one opposite of him a small puff of smoke arrose and semi-coalesced into a man-like shape. 'Why have you summoned me here mortal?' image hissed.

'Oh Dark Lord Pentalthazaar! I beseech of the but a taste of your unlimited power. That I may serve you in your aims in this world.'

'You presume to make a mockery of me with your petty requests?! I shall destroy your humanity where you stand!' The shadowy figure pressed against the glowing walls of its prison, stretching them out of shape.

'Y-You cannot break through. The circle will hold you at bay!' Darius yelled out of fear.

'You think you're petty magicks can stop me for long? You truly are a foolish human.' The image pressed ever harder on the walls of the circle, causing them to look as if to burst at any moment.

Darius stifled a cry and and scuttled out of the room. As fast as possible he ran to the stable, grabbing a horse and not bothering with tack and harness. He road hard the entire way west towards Stonegate, by the time its gates came in site his horse's flanks were lathered with sweat and its eyes wild with exhaustion. He dismounted and sprinted down the noble road towards the fountain. He nearly burst out crying when he saw the man sitting there, arms folded on his lap.

'You have brought a great evil to this plane Darius V'Tull.' Legion said, the chorus of voices making no accusations, merely stating fact. 'You desire our aide in ridding it.'

V'Tull, sobbing now, grabbed a handful of Legion's grey robes. 'Yes, Oh yes I should have listened to you. Please help me rid myself of this evil and I will be forever in your debt. Anything I have will be yours...'

'There is nothing we require of this plane Darius V'Tull.' AS Legion said this the squared was bathed in light, as the wave of nausea subsided Darius opened his eyes to again see the face of his manor house, now appearing blacker than the night itself. 'Come Darius V'Tull, you must seal the whole you have created in this plane.'

Darius, the once noble Lord now followed Legion as a frightened puppy does its master. As they entered the doors Darius' chambermaid greeted them, eyes empty embers of hate and mouth filled with fangs. She lept from the shadows at the pair. Legion stared at the creature she'd become and a flash of red filled the room. Darius screamed as he imagined her fangs entering his throat but opened his eyes to see her suspended in mid air, howling in rage.

'Come Darius V'Tull. The tear is ahead.' Legion led the man through his house, magically holding the wretched monsters his servants had become. He led him down the stairs, past the wine cellars and into the very heart of V'Tull's estate. There they walked into a room filled with inky darkness. A small red flash lit the room and dimmed slightly to a small ball floating before Legion. In the corner of the room stood Pentalthazaar, freed from his prison and assuming his physical form. The demon raised his hand and Darius flew across the room landing with his throat wrapped tightly in a shadowy claw. A quick snapping noise and Darius fell as a sack of flour.

He turned his gaze then to Legion. A creature of utter darkness he seemed to absorb all light in the room. 'So the pitiful human has brought the Shepherd has he?' the demon hissed, 'Seems I shall correct whatever accident of existence it was that created you.'

'You do not belong here.' Legion said, no trace of fear in the thousands of voices. 'Return to your plane before the Balance is upset.'

'You and your prescious Balance,' Pentalthazaar spat, 'What can you do to me, you cannot even assume a physical form in this plane. My minions shall be able to take care of you easily.' As he spoke the corpse of Darius V'Tull slowly rose, its neck snapping back to its propper place. His eyes opened, two bloodred orbs in a pale face twisted with pain and rage. Legion saw the soul of the man rising to re-enter the wretched monster. He quickly called out, inviting it, showing it its place in the collective. V'tull's spirit turned from the corpse into the mingling vortex of Legion. Pentalthazaar howled in rage and fired two shards of power, black as volcanic glass at Legion, one piercing his heart, another finding purchase in his throat.

Legion floated above the lifeless shell a moment before disappearing into the Void to regain his strength and find another shell. This has been the story of the fall of the house of V'Tull, the creation of the vampires in his manner as well as the soulless killer he has become. Of the demon Pentalthazaar, he and Legion fought many battles, over a hundred and fifty years the two had fought until Legion finally managed to seal the demon off. But that is another story for another time.