Introduction and Pitch
The Great Houses of Vampyric society have gone the way of the horses. The remnants of the these bloodlines remain scattered throughout the dreadful marshes of Morytania. Forgotten, Forsaken and awaiting the day when they shall stiffen to stone where they slumber or to find an end to their immortal coil one way or another. Time had made fools of each great manse who had once believed their grey cities, their hardened militias, their immortalized patriarchs and matriarchs would be left standing when the sun finally shines through the looming fog. Time had done to these great covens what it eventually does to all things. Dissolved them into history, just as it had done to gods. But time had not yet silenced all of the giant bats. A youth, at least in comparison to those he had grown up around, has awoken in the cobweb-laden crypt of his home. Vampyres of ancient names once more stalk the Myre. One of the name Skalov, blooded by the old Foryx. A Vyrelord in his own right, seeking to bring life back to this gods-forsaken marsh. Life that would, as once in ages past, know and fear the dominion of a new Great House forged from the ashes of its parent covens in the mind of a new face with an old name.
Who knows? Miracles happen. I am yet to think of any plots; I see no point in drafting a storyline for myself alone to read. I figured that some of us may miss the gloomy days and frightening nights in the old swamp. Think of this as a gofundme for Mortanian rp. Maybe, with a little elbow grease and cleaning off a couple inches of dust from the old vampyric lorebooks, we can Make Morytania Great Again.
]Bitterness towards generosity is not a sign of mistrust. It is a symptom of being a prick.