Ah, to reap what one sows
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Ah~, what a time to be undead. Our All-Father in his benevolence has granted us, his Children, the right to live our most pleasant desires.
To strike Gold and be pampered by him, to do so would be honoring his heart, his divinity that made us, the Bless-ed. We Nobles of the Night, the Vampire Family hailed by the BloodFallen name, cannot fathom a cause to ignore All-Father’s decree; nay we shall not!
It is a pity that those “Critters” sent a Class to do a Family’s work. [Just maybe] some are praying for those hefty Swine that were brought to slaughter by the Gold, to be mothered by a Munashe; a Celestial Maiden.
It is a Celestial Maiden’s existence to birth a Species that All-Father sires and it is a Munashe’s designation to nurture this Life along with their corresponding nature. Mother Pakpao sees to it that new life is borrowed from sights beyond eyes, beings that would bring about changes to our home, Re•Alm.
Our Lady, Pope Minoa was born not from their Matrimony but from All-Fathers will alone. She was a branding, an epithet of Another Celestial Maiden that All-Father is bonded to.
Ah, I must not. My admiration for the Table Mountain almost cost me our Prospecting. I could never face an Archbishop Genus with, “I was enchanted by the All-Father” as the lack of Harvest.
Three Moons as my witness, we BloodFallen shall strike Gold tonight.
As the moons wane over our Gold, the Elves, my Family never leaves their side like the night air. With this harvest, we shall have Feasts, Studs and Mares!
It may be misunderstood but we Bless-ed value the Human species greatly; we see them as Gold. An for us Undead Species, particularly us Vampires, we need them as Studs and Mares, as well as the finest banquet.
Their diet is as rich as their desire to mate, and their submission to a higher power is as natural as an apple falling if you let it go. Corrale them and you have domesticated animals that can feed forever and future Vampires by turning those that can be turned undead.
Ah, what precious things. We Undead species could never sit well with the Animal Species that entaxed the disgraced Orcs.
Those fellows sought to hunt wildlife until extinction. Any Agriculture or Cultivation bored them and they would raid the treasured Farms of our Classes that sweated to make those Farms.
It is because of their Barbaism and their folly that my BloodFallens have taken to moving in the night, our hour of prime, to cross the Great Remus and bring back what wildlife could be domesticated.
How such ingrates are Children of that All-Father… Nay, I shall not. If the Orcs cannot bring Glory to our All-Father, we Undead shall graciously exemplify what a Bless-ed is.
Even now, my BloodFallen have clasped their preys by their mouth and dismantled their weapons. It is important to take your prey by surprise and leave future hunts not in fear of your next prowl but always unawares of your existence.
That is why tonight’s hunt is not to retrieve the elves. We want to make it easier to hunt more Game and reap more harvests than a few hunts could.
For that, this night’s hunting party has only the most particular of Vampires. Those with a constitution that awards Vampires the arrogance as “Kings of the Night”.
My hunters charm their prey into slaves that will do our bidding. These new slaves, shall return to their homes and live out their mundane lives.
Ah, just the thought of unsuspecting wildlife being trafficked by their own bulls into our Kraals makes up of such a lackluster chore. For that reward alone, we can end things here.
I am no child that would be satisfied with tomorrow’s promises alone; I want today’s fulfilment now as well. With that have a designated for a third of our party to escort some toys back to the Homestead, a Dungeon in a remote area from the Humans that we conquered as our new colony.
Those harvests shall be turned into our new young, with intel of their past lives and a new vigor to hunt their ex-compatriots. It is shame I will not have the first taste as those elves were a rather fetching lot; the Vampires at home won’t let them be.
It is now the duty of those who remain to keep hit each settlement here and plant insurgents, while the remained of the one-third take some harvests home from each Herd we have struck. When the last courier has taken their harvest, we will all return Home and feast upon what is left of the Elven harvest.
Ah, to reap what one sows; how benevolent our All-Father is. This SwallowTear shall perform graciously for you; I swear it as the Countess of the BloodFallen!
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- Kim Meredith
