Mythical Creatures: Write about encounters or knowledge of various monsters or beings, along with his personal take on them.

Victims are Drained of life

Diary Entries: Make diary-style posts revealing his internal conflicts, doubts, and personal growth.

Keywords: Apocalypse, Tunnel, Obsidian, Weather, Command

Today I met my mentor’s family. Meaning today, I meant the most famous vampire in all of Mokkara. The Hound, Il Cane, the very same creature who scares all the little vampires into being good.

Let’s just say she didn’t like me much. And it didn’t help that when she tried to attack me I kinda sorta defended myself with a shield which I was hoping was air, but turned out to be light and well, she got a sunburn.

The stench of burning hair and flesh still permeates my nose. I can’t get rid of the smell. Thankfully the shield powered down and no one got seriously injured, but still. She wasn’t happy with me. But teach her to bum rush a guy with chaotic magic. She won’t be doing that again.

But after that things got better. We were at their home in Nokthara gearing up to take down some other rogue vampire. He’d been caught draining the life of some poor girl who barely escaped thanks to the vigilante, Witchblade, who saved her.

Men in masks and tights were becoming prevalent in Mokkara. All those would be good Samaritans using their so-called magic and abilities to save the innocent thinking they are helping The City out by going rogue. But that was a human problem. The Mokkara police were out looking for all the vigilante’s but they weren’t having any luck finding them. Maybe they should ask for help since the aren’t human. But they don’t. They just keep trying to be stupid mundanes.