Heart of the Dragon.

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Deep in the bowels of the earth the forge fire blazed. The smoke and embers burned the eyes of the nearby assistants. The great smith hammered down, the loud clanging of steel on steel sparked the night as he again struck the cooling metal.

Dalamar had came to him on this remote planet, to employ the ancient arts that he had mastered. He knew he was the last in a long line of smiths, who had forged some of the greatest weapons in the universe. Javin himself thought personally that it would be his eventual downfall. For who could create such weapons and not think that your life would end on the point of one....

Then you can imagine his horror when his worst fears came to life. Dalamar the Dark One had come. A child's bedtime story made into stark reality. If you valued your soul you would do as you where told. He never believed these stories. Now he openly trembled as the nightmare became flesh just a week ago.

He had arrived, showed the Insignia and the mark that hung over the black smith shop. Javin sweated instantly when he saw him. Somewhere in his heart he knew who he was. It was a sweat that had nothing to do with the heat. It was cold and hard and went with the knot forming in his stomach. He knew the promise must be honored.

New sweat poured down his face as he worked long into the night folding and refolding the metal. Something he wondered of is what his great, great, great grandfather had done? What had he sold his soul for? The Dark one didn't even call him by his name. He refered to him as Stein. That must have been one of his earlier forfathers because it was unknown to him. He knew this much, that there was a blood debt involved. The stories had said as much. Also that the Dark One took such things very personal.

The Vampyre had brought his own metal. It took special measure's to melt it and work it. But the Warlord had come with instructions. He had a large black leather book and inside where even more wondrous techniques of Metalurgy. He only wanted the skills of generations that the Smith had learned. He needed a hand of precision to master the instructions in the book. So he sweated, from the work and nervousness. Another part of him lusted for the black book. Its techniques would make him the greatest Smith ever. Seeing the book he could easily understand his forfathers desire to make a pact for it. The clever metalurgy and techniques written in the book where ancient and they where genius. He had sent his children and wife away. He was afraid of the Black man. The Dark figure had not threatened him or even acted dangerous but the Smith knew, that the shadow of death had passed by. Worse than that he was coming back for a weapon with which to cleave the heart of the universe.

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Dalamar stood in the doorway of the smiths workshop. The glowing embers heated the walls, the various men where covered in sweat and fatigue. The Vampyre unaffected by any of this moved to a quiet spot in the corner. A dozen eyes followed his every step. They worked quietly and effieciently as not to attract his attention. Dalamar knew this and he didn't care. They watched in growing anticipation as he sat down cross legged. He was opposite from there work and watched them with glowing red eyes.

From behind his back came a velvet bag that the vampyre was very gentle with. He slid out the contents onto the floor. The gnarled and mishapen head was set in front of him. Dalamar closed his eyes then opened them. "IT BEGINS." Words spilled out of the long dead thing as the head spoke. The Dark Lord of the Sith bowed and chanted along. The horrible head spewed filth. It spoke of ancient horrors, creatures of the night that stole mens souls. It intoned of past wars and emperors and the blood of the innocent that was spilled in the name of victory. It spoke of hell and all the demons in it seeming to name them one by one. Then worst of all it grew silent and started a rythmic humming that droned into the mens minds..


Some men screamed and ran out of the room cluthcing their ears. The others merely hunched down and tried not to notice the devilish proceding going on around them. Not wanting to be seen or heard they worked on into the night. The fires and the chanting continued. Some of them wondered if they had just entered hell. Now! Now! Dalamar stood up grabbing the head by what hair it had. He held it out to the blacksmith. His smooth commanding voice was loud and clear. "Hammer the runes into the sword, Now!" In time to the hammer the sound of sandpaper issued forth from the head again

"adjhuuuss lakssa jljissss kk saieieonvmxxx ssss." Unintelligible and speaking way to fast the evil abomination laid magic and runes upon the sword as the blacksmith hammered. Raised marks upon the metal began to appear. Blood flowed from the eyes of the montrosity and bile oozed from its tongue. It seemed angry agitated as it cursed or blessed the sword. The power flowed from it lacing the weapon as white tingles of lightning could be seen caressing the sword and around Dalamars body. The Darkside of the force was being used.

The smith started to panic the sword was becoming increasingly hard to hold on to. It vibrated from the power being poured into it. He looked at the Vampyre and knew he would die if he let go. The black blood eyes stared back at him. He knew the penalty for failure. He clung to the sword, it pulled at him sucking him in. He knew that he would not let go, then he realized that he couldn't. The sword was going to take his life. A weapon forged in the blood of the man who shaped it.

He looked at the vampyre expecting no mercy. Knowledge filled him and he knew that he was going to die and never see his family again. The pale hand of the Sith was placed on his chest. The Dark Lord pushed the smith back to his thankful suprise. Dalamar then dropped the cursing head onto the blades edge. The bloodswords thirst for the cut satisfied. Like an overipe melon the head split into bloody gore. The Blacksmith was somewhat shocked to find that he still lived. He kneeled at the Death knights feet. Dalamar reached down and pulled the still hot sword from its flaming hold. Steam rose into the night as he lifted the 'Heart of the Dragon' over his head. in the black stillness of the moment all the blacksmith heard was one word, "Assryian."

[Vampyre Dalamar]

The spell was complete he had done all that the ancient rune's had told him to do. The magic was old and had not been tested. Who knew when last this spell was used. Still Dalamar waited for it, the doorway to that other place that would and should open.

The Vampyre thought back to one of the bits of information that had led him this far.

Tiberious had let it slip that there where writings on one of the asteroids where his golden sarcophagi had been found. Though Tiberious had revealed all. He did not know the importance of some information and had left out some important details. Dalamar had set out immediately taking Sting with him. Travelling to the Outer Rim, they had located this 'floating temple'. Like two treasure hunters they had descended. Even the Vampyre Lord was excited. Maybe the long mystery of his past would be revealed. It was a large cave that had been ornately carved out long ago. Symbols in the wall where mostly worn away with great age, but some of it was still intact. One wall in particular was very well maintained. Though it looked to be covered in long dried blood it was readable. It spoke of Dalamar and the Assryian. Two sides of the same coin both weapons for the Father/Emperor. They had worked side by side in those days. They where actually friends. The work of the Father was to spread the power of the vampyre nation to all race's. We where at the height of our power in the past. We ruled a large part of the universe with an iron fist.

It talked about there many conquests together in the fathers name. But one side of the coin was found faulty. While Tracing the marks on the wall his recent explosion with Milligan came gloriously back to life. The Vampyre's love for a human was unacceptable to the Father back then. He demanded for the Dark Lord to cleanse the taint of disobedience and slay the female. He could not bring himself to obey for he found he was deeply in love with Micha.

The Father was unyielding and unmerciful, Dalamar's pleading went unheard. The Father did not want to handle the matter personally. But who? Needing someone powerful enough to deal with Dalamar he had decided to dispatch the Assryian. The Vampyre's twin in death dealing obeyed all commands. To him it was a mystery he could not understand the reluctance of Dalamar to give up the female. In his eye's she was only food and how could he BETRAY the father and even more importantly his Brother for her. The Assryian did not love, was not capable of it. But in a twisted way he came close to loving the warlord. So something close to a jealous rage overcame him and not only was he ordered to kill the woman, he now desired to do so with relish.

She had driven a wedge between him and what he considered to be the only family that he had. At the time he knew that he needed the Dark Lord Dalamar. They where two sides Dark and Light. Blood and Flesh, Passion and Pain. Dalamar remembered the events but the vision had faded with Milligan. Here the story continued, but only in factual detail. It lacked the heart of the events. The female was killed brutally by the Assryian. Dalamar broken hearted had vowed revenge. The fight raged for days and the Father let it go uninterrupted. The Vampyre had barely won over the abomination of the Assryian. He had known the spell back then it was one of many in his repetoir. He had banished The Assryian to a kind of Hellish Limbo. The Vampyre was severly wounded and barely alive after this encounter.

The Father took Dalamar's unconcious and dying body and wrapped him in this tomb. As an honor for his past service. Where He had lain for hundres of years undisturbed and unremembered. No wonder that he had forgotten his past his mind and body had been thru living hell. The years had past silently in the tomb as his undead body healed, taking away all memories and scars with it. Empire's crumbled and rose and the Vampyre Nation ceased to exist. Here he was laying in a living death until Tiberious revived him. Here he placed the false memories of the clone upon him. All in a bid to make him more tractable, controllable. Under his influence he eventually became the trusted Warlord of the "Eye of the Dragon." It was only when the dreams started that he even began to guess the truth about his origins. Dreams sent by the revenge seeking Assryian.


To be continued.. P.S. Milligans part can be read in BLACK HEARTS in storytelling

[Vampyre Dalamar]

So with the knowledge of the temple at hand Dalamar went looking for answers to his past. Sometimes the Dark Lord wondered if his life was real. There was an itch in his brain, something that said that maybe all this was written down somewhere that his 3,000 yr existense was the figment of a demented imagination. No it was to real to be imagined. Beside's no one could think up stuff this twisted, could they.o_O
No these things where proper for cold,hard,reality.

Sometime's Dalamar thought of his life like a chest game. Keep track of all the piece's play smart and be patient. But he never could keep track of those shifty horses. All those piece's became one big juggling act for which he felt like at any moment that some one would corner him and realize he didn't know how to play the game. Then in a loud volume of victory scream out CHECKMATE!!! Still the game had to be played, and had he not came out victourious these 3000 yrs. He would rely on the odds they always seem to favor him in the end.

Well here I stand with the sword in my hand. Raised just to the right height the moon at its zenith. The spell fresh out of the lips of the vile head, waiting. He had found that he needed to use the head because of the physical consequence's of the spell which had hurt him so greviously before. He had planted the incantation in the Na'gari head and let the lips oozing bile recite the dreaded spell. The blood of the caster was required for this black magic to work. Not wanting to be incapacitated like he was the first time. Dalamar took precautions. The battle with the Assryian had taken its toll and he did not want a repeat. he had to take certain steps to make sure he would be out of harms way when the spell took affect. Still he waited nothing had happened as yet...

Suddenly the air picked up whipping the room around in a frenzy Dalamars long white hair blew in the wind. Those that where left ran out quickly. Including the smithie who wasn't going to wait to see if the Vampyre was going to change his mind about killing him. But even though he wanted to run he was frozen there watching the portal growing larger. There was a feeling like an electric charge filling the shop as the sky grew thick and heavy. Hammers and sickles started flying thru the air. There was a loud thumping noise like the wings of some great bat. It seemed to come closer and closer. Then a shrill cry like the scream of a thousand angry children filled the air. The blood from the head congealed then thinned into a purplish black stain on the ground. Then stopping into the shape of a pyramid it shot straight up into the air. There hovering just above it a hole appeared. Small at first then larger it grew. It started sucking everything in the room into it. Dalamar gritted his teeth. The spell had worked and now to go where even a vampyre could die. The only witness to the event was a lowly blacksmith. With his new sword in hand the vampyre stepped thru the hole. He didn't know if he would be coming back......

[Vampyre Dalamar]

When I first stepped thru I felt instantly uneasy the air had an unreal quality. I looked back from the way I had come. There the hole stood in the middle of the air. The blacksmith shop and safety stood on the other side. Dalamar pulled the Black leather book out and tossed it to the blacksmith. The pact is complete Stein. In that moment the blacksmith knew what had been bargained for and to him it was worth it. Dalamar then turned to face the world of Limbo leaving the tear stained face of the blacksmith behind. Words echoed in this place and as if to match my earlier thoughts there stood a giant chessboard. The voices spoke and I could hear them clearly. "Was my weakness a weapon, pointed at you." The words echoed.

The Vampyre looked around searching for the source of the voices. He saw other holes hung in the air. A man to the left was thrashing and fighting a large venomous snake. He was losing, the creature was slowly crushing the life out of him. His eyes bulged, the Dark Lord looked away. To the right I saw another odd sight, a dog with a black collar and red fur was walking in circles around a tree. His collar was attached to a rope. Upon seeing me he started growling a deep barotone growl. I growled back, naturally. The beast charged me, his rope pulled tight and his jaw snapped shut from the jerk. nevertheless his teeth snapped at me, as he strained bite a vampyre. I would have laughed at the irony had I not been so nervous. I looked straight again, then I saw two things that I had not seen before. There was a misty quality to the room is all I can offer as an excuse. At the end of the grand chest board stood an off kilter looking butler. Behind him crawling thru a doorway was what looked to be 'HIMSELF!' He couldn't believe it. Somewhat dishevelled and the armor a little tattered. He was going thru a portal with some woman. He looked back and gave me a wink. I was looking right at him, and he gave me a WINK!!

Just then the guy in front of me spoke. In a high tone and with what seemed like a snooti accent that just screamed 'guvenor'
he spoke. "I'm the man, with the plan, come shake my hand." He held his hand out. The vampyre didn't know what to do or what to expect. He was dressed like a butler in some demented play. In a way he was like a lifeguard that didn't want you to go into the deep end, "hey you might get in over your head after all." Well hell, I already felt like I had been walking underwater for the last hour anyway. So being a fool I stepped up to the chestboard and decided to play this game. The 'other' Dalamar had stepped thru the hole and he was gone. The portal shut with a wink. But there in the distance on the ground there was something, maybe a message to help him get out of this. Something from his future self, maybe. He knew that time played weird tricks in here. What I thought was a week in here could be 30 yrs outside the portals or 3 months. Who knew time was screwy in limbo. Again the man spoke, "I'm the man, with the plan, come shake my hand." The vampyre felt like it was an unfinished rhyme "and frankly my dear I dont give a da-n." he would say in his own head.

Just then the voice's echoed again. More like a question than a statement. "Chances are that most of us have black hearts and that none of us have hearts like a dragon."What you consider art may be the mad raving of a demented mind or worse yet Blood splattered on the wall." Dalamar understood none of this. What where the voice's trying to say. Again the Butlers voice rang out, this time with a touch of impatience. "I am the man with the plan come shake my hand." The room grew seemed to grow angry, so the vampyre again gave the man his full attention. Making his first move he stepped on the white tile. He should have known that would have been a mistake.......

[Vampyre Dalamar]

The Butler spoke again and his words rang hollow in Dalamars ears. "Step thru to Deja Vu." Then another voice spoke loud and clear seperating itself from the others. It was the Assryian. "You who have scared so many, you a great warrior from deep in the past. A so called Death Dealer Elite. Like your father before you. Dalamar clenched thru his teeth "I have no Father!!" Oh he existed all right you just don't remember him do you? How sad the Assryian said In sympathetic tones. Your not doing so well are you Vampyre Lord. You know that here even you can die. That your powers are nothing. This is where people fall in and reality blurrs a little around the edges. It's like a loose thread in a sweater except the sweater you are unravelling is in your mind. This paper thin wall between reality and fantasy. Well let me let you in on a little secret. The board and the man dressed in gentleman finery are real and they can kill you. He plays this game with all who enter. Beat him as I did and you will find your way to me... If you can...

The events of earlier played out again in twisted Deja Vu. The Dog leaped at him but this time the rope was longer. He reached you. Knocking you to the ground. You struggled with his snapping jaws and you could smell his hot fetid breath. Long yellow teeth rimmed his jawbone and you knew that many victims had fallen to them. Without thinking you pulled your short sword on your hip and dug it hilt deep into the stomach of the beast. It yelped and leaped off you. Its stomachs intestines dragged the ground but it did not seem care as his insides where joining the outside. There was no blood that you could see. You jumped to your feet. Again it growled at you, again you gave the same responce. In some primal way this was a fight for dominance of Man over beast. An old battle played out again for the Butler to see. Like the Hell hound Anubis it watched you carefully. Moving around to your flank to get you from the side. It leaped you stepped to the left on instinct out of its way. Its heavy paw scratched your arm. You yelled in pain as the blood flowed from the wound. Already it felt swollen and infected. You knew instantly that you could not let him touch you again. One bite would kill you. Again you marvelled at the irony and Deja Vu reigned in your head. This had happened before maybe a thousand times. You where leary of being bitten how the Assryian must be enjoying this. You ran and the dog chased you. The Demented Butler spoke again "Lookie Lookie how fast you be." Dalamar knew with assurance that the rhymer would die.

The Vampyre saw a weakness a small one but it was worth a try. He ran around the tree, and the Red hell beast followed. When he thought the time was right he leaped up into a low hanging branch. With Murder in its eye's the hate filled dog did the same. His rope leash and intestines snagged on the branch suspending him there he gurgled. He snapped its jaws enraged that he was cheated of its prey. The Dark Lord watched in facination as the dog twiched in death snapping and biting as he did then it went limp. The sudden jerk of the leash had caused his intestine's to fall out in a wet mess of filth and steam. The Red Crazy dog was dead it just didn't know it yet. The Vampyre wondered if the same was true for him. The inky blackness went deathly quite as the struggle ended. "Guess he was at the end of his rope." Dalamar said, he could not resist the bad pun. He grabbed his arm where he was wounded trying to staunch the blood flow. He was on the white tile again. He looked to the Right the dog was still dead. He looked to the left the other still struggled with the snake.

The bulter lost his smile and grew serious. "I am the man with the plan, come shake my hand." Dalamar answered back with angry contempt. "Where is your master the Assryian." The Butler looked back blandly unperturbed. "That is two question's rephrase the question." One step one question those are the rules. I didn't make them I just enforce them." Realization dawned on the vampyre's face. He now knew what this was. The butler was an oracle, an insight into the future. Something left over from the old days. A weapon of the Fathers like the Runes of old and the Three sisters. The three Sisters? Where had that come from? His fragmented mind was picking up more and more memories. Soon he hoped he would be whole again. But then that was why he was in this madhouse wasn't it. To remember who and what he was. He felt he could win this now that he knew how the game was meant to be played. With renewed encouragement he looked up and asked his question......

[Vampyre Dalamar]

"Where is the Assryian?" The vampyre left out the words your master. He now knew that the Assryian was no master of his. The Demented butler spoke with an eerie calm. "Beyond this board are the portals, beyond that a Tree large and beautiful. After the tree is the Triad desert, you must pass the desert to get to the Citadel. In the Citadel deep in its bowels sits the Assryian. He awaits you on his black obsidian throne in the depths of his Keep. That is where he is at."

The smile crept back over his face as he said the words again. The words that he had spoken over and over for thousands of years. Long before Dalamar's existence and probably long after he was gone. "I am the man with a plan, come shake my hand." By which the Vampyre knew that he meant take another step, and hope its not fatal. His arm was red and sore. It felt like a flaming demon had attached itself on to his shoulder digging its hot claws into him endlessly.

He stepped straight ahead onto the black tile in front of him. Dalamar winced openly waiting for something terrible to happen or for the demented butler to scream some rhyme at him. Silence,... blessed silence. He looked up and asked another question. "Can he be stopped?" The butler answered. "Yes, if you remember how." Dalamar nodded and took another step.

[Vampyre Dalamar]

The Vampyre could not believe it. Three correct steps, maybe luck was stacked in his favor. He asked the third question. "Can you help me remember?" The butler seemed to lose his cheery attitude. Dalamar could care less about the madmans feelings, he just wanted answers. The Butler spoke in the same snooti voice. The one that implied that he was better than you, smarter than you. He always acted like some grand joke was being played and you weren't privy to it. Dalamar listened nevertheless "Yes, I can. Pay close attention for I can only lead you. You must master the riddle and find the answer in the past. Now watch closely."


A portal began to open one to Dalamars own past. A time when he was part of the Shrine. He realized two things just then one that the answer was in him, and seccondly even more importantly the chestmaster could control the portals. He turned and looked into the past. It was a night he could not forget. It was the night that Tiberious, Alana, and Dalamar had a revealing conversation. The door opened wider as time replayed itself before his eye's...





The Alien that was bonded to Tiberious grew extremely restless. "Leave Kinslayer, I know your a mighty warrior but this is not the Dalamar you knew. He is a Lord of the Dark. IF.. he finds out the truth that your friendship is built on lie's. Or that you never found him as a child there is no telling what he will do. Tiberious ground his teeth, the dragon echoed his own thoughts but the truth must come out.

Tiberious spoke haltingly "To know the whole truth I will have to start from the beginning. You well know of my personal war at the Eye of the Dragon. Where we fought against the aliens to keep them from the Eye and unleashing Armageddon?"

Dalamar simply nodded waiting to hear it all. "Well, anyway I was in the outer rim at an old bar where burnout's, and dregs and a few old soldiers hang out. I was in search of a weapon to combat the Dragon's. I went looking anywhere and everywhere for something, anything. Even tracing down legends of an Armageddon weapon. I was in that bar when an old soldier had told me of an ancient legend of a weapon. He said that it was a weapon that was alive!

The old man went on in detail."Starting with the high born it killed and moved on until the planet was wiped out. It was a process called cleansing. So the old soldier told me. He said he had heard it from an old grizzled soldier himself when he was still young enough to pay attention to such drivel. He said that it was an old tale. It had become somewhat of a rumor down thru the centuries. He mentioned that if I had not been so insistent in my questioning that he would not have even mentioned such an unreliable rumor. Intrigued I started to do an in depth serious search for the object. I was gone for 32 months looking for it. About the time I was ready to give up luck had struck. There was another old man a collector of sorts. He had an old starchart that had been handed down in his family from generation to generation. Sort of an old family heirloom. Well, for a small fortune he was willing to part with it. Following the chart it led me to a remote section of space dangerous to pass thru and without the starchart very foolish. Following it faithfully I found this." Tiberious put his thickly muscled arm on the sarcophagus made of gold. Inside laid out under the glass, was you Dalamar. You were the weapon!

Dalamar remembered that night, It was when the Assryian had first given him the dreams and he was made aware of his prescence. The story of the Golden Sarcophagus was now the new mystery that he was trying to figure out. Along with all the missing information from his past. He did not see how the memory would help him defeat the Assryian. Then again the man had said it was up to him to figure it out. That he could only lead the way Dalamar had to drink from the cup so to speak....

[Vampyre Dalamar]

The Portal moved and shifted. Apparently the vision wasn't done. The scene switched to another time long in the Vampyre's past. He was sitting around a campfire deep in the woods. Sitting with others of his kind. They all wore the black leather armor that marked them as Death Dealers. The small red skull symbol that was high on the vampyre shoulder was there to.


He saw himself this time deep in the past. He was young, he was human!!! It itched the back part of his brain but he could not remember these events. He didnt even know that there where others. He only knew that him and the Assryian where now the last of there kind.

He was sitting around the fire, with two of his companions. Dak and Aranthol. They where on some kind of training mission. Dak was skinning some animal and Aranthol was cooking the meat. Your younger self was sharpening the silver worked katanas that you would still wear today. The black dragon handles could easily be seen.

Another mistruth from Tiberious, a detail he had left out in his confesions. He looked at it as more of a part forgotten about.

He pulled his own Katana while watching the vision. They seemed so natural in his hand. They where like an extension of himself. Feeling the weight in his palm he was admiring the ancient silver blade. He now knew it was older than him. Yet still the blades looked brand new as if they where just forged.


Dak and Aranthol wore similiar blades in a x shaped across there back. Daks where in the shape of a Lion, Aranthols where serpents. They where special blades given only to Death Dealer elites. Those that where in training, but for what? Two men came out of the woods. As they came into view Dalamar saw his father. Someone he had not seen for close to 3000 yrs. His heart ached when he saw him now in vivid color. He called to him thru the Portal but he was not heard.

He was a large man with long black hair he carried his own two swords on his back proudly. HE WAS a DEATH DEALER elite. Not a mere pupil. The man with him brought recognition to Dalamars eyes. It was the Assryian. No, he was merely Daniel in this faraway time. Reaching out he clotted the younger Dalamar knocking him across the campfire. The young pupils mouth split open from the blow. His eyes filled with hate for Daniel.

Daniel spoke roughly "You did not hang the excess meat like I had told you to, now it will spoil." Daniel looked into the young mans eyes as they bore into his. "Maybe you do have enough steel in your gut to be a death dealer, but all the same you will obey my instructions to the letter." Dalamar nodded his head.

Daniel continued "Now you will go back and hunt us up some fresh meat while the rest of us sleep." Leave your honor behind you and take this. The Assyrian threw another weapon that Dalamar recognized. It was the short Dragon head Katana that he had always on his side. The younger Dalamar laid his precious swords on his bundle. He then grabbed the short Katana and trudged into the woods.

Dalamar's young friends did not like Daniel much but he was a Death Dealer. They where in charge of this training session and where to be respected. The young dalamar walked in the woods his mind lost to what he was doing. There was movement up ahead he stilled himself instantly. He could smell the wet fur of some animal. He crouched silently in the bushes and waited for the beast to come to him. The heavy crunching of the underbrush unnerved him a little bit.


He was only 15 yrs old and not fully trained. But the man Daniel was right about one thing he did have steel in his gut. This young Dalamar was methodical, He was not as imaginative like Dak nor did he crack jokes endlessly like Aranthol. He was more serious than that even at this young age. He had entered the trials a little younger that the others. Dak was 17 and Aranthol was soon to be 18 any day now. Yet still they looked to Dalamar for leadership.


Daniel knew that he had told Dak to put the meat away, but he had clotted Dak 3 times already today alone. Aranthol also has been struck for foolishness. Dalamar took the hit as personal. He sensed that Daniel wanted to strike him. He assumed because Dalamar had done everything well that there was an edge of cockiness to him. This made Daniel want to clott him down a peg. But his father was present so he made up a reason to strike him. Dalamar could not openly protest against him.


What was the word of a pupil against that of a Death Dealer. They where revered and respected as great masters. There honor and integrity where without question. There morals untouchable. To claim one had lied about you just to clot you was unbelievable at best. Yet nevertheless it was true. Daniel had lied and young Dalamar could not understand it. Another thing that every one knew was that Death Dealers pay attention to the slightest detail. So there was no way to say that he had made a mistake or forgot what he said. So faced with this paradox of their teaching he just accepted it and went into the woods. Who knew that this night would lead him on the long road to his 3000 yr existence.

[Vampyre Dalamar]

A branch cracked snapping young dalamar out of his thoughts. The Warlord looked down on his younger self and did not remeber being so careless. The smell of wet fur and the noise of voices could be heard even louder now. Young Dalamar moved silently to get closer to the talking. He came upon a clearing and saw Daniel speaking to a man in a black cloak. "Where is he? The man in the cloak demanded. "He will undo everything." Daniel kneeled both Dalamar past and present leaned forward to listen. "It is being dealt with my Lord." The man in the cloak moved slightly and goldleaf armor peeked out from underneath.

"See that it is and do it quickly." Daniel answered, "He's in the woods even now as we speak. I sent him to forage a kill. His father suspects nothing the trusting fool." Electricity glowed around the man in dark cloak. He reached out and grabbed Daniel by the throat. He then picked him up as Daniel tried to claw a breath while under his grasp. "Fool!! he might see me!! Are you trying to destroy me. Remember I am the power and the might. I only need you alive for this one task. Do not fail me!! Now I must leave before he chances upon us!" The Warlord watched in facination as a portal opened up behind him. As he stepped in he looked at Daniel and spoke. "Do it, kill him now." The vampyre stared into the portal as hard as his keen eyes could. He had to know who he was. Just then as he stared the man in black looked up. The Vampyre thought for a second, he see's me? Can he see me? The cloaked figure gave credence to his thoughts when he pointed with a drawn lightsaber. "YOU!! was all he said and the portal winked out. The Vampyre knew he had been seen. Daniel looked at the direction that his master pointed but apparently he could not see the Older Dalamar. There was one flaw though in this. He hovered above his younger self and Daniel was coming to investigate...

[Vampyre Dalamar]

The younger dalamar melted away as he moved from his current location. Away from the traitor Daniel. He must tell his father of this! But first to remove suspicion he must find some food. Still one question had lingered in his mind. Why had he smelled wet fur. Claws raked across his black leather armor as the weight of a large animal threw him to the ground. It was a Ta'lok They where a cross between a jungle tiger with the size of a full grown grizzly. Its razor sharp teeth and claws where one of the most dangerous things in these woods.

Even the older Dalamar was shocked at the appearance of the beast. It's attack was sudden and vicious. Something the elder vampyre could admire. That is, if it wasn't threatening his past and present existence. Daniel grabbed the beasts black and orange fur. he pulled him back off of the younger dalamar. Daniels sword was raised, ready to strike the killing blow. The Black leapord handles glinted in the moonlight. The sword came down, plunging into the heart of the young Dalamar and pinned him to the ground. Daniel did not have to strike twice. Both young and old Dalamar shouted out NO!! but it was to late. Here faraway in the past Dalamar Lord of the Shrine Warlord of the Eye of the Dragon died.


The Portal shimmered and threatened to shut. The Vampyre turned away from the portal. "What is happening?" he said to the butler.

He spoke solemly, "You have altered events. Your prescence here has caused your younger self there to be caught. Something that did not happen originally." Dalamar spoke in rage. "But there was another that spoke to Daniel. One that used a portal just like this one."

"I am the man with the plan, come shake my hand. Data correlating, Paradox detected. Error found Systeme check 1010101010001010101010101010 system malfunction Correction required. Someone has accessed the portals in an effort to alter events. Modifications made portal reopened Subject: Dalamar .......................................... Time: Age of the Father Yr. '46512'.......................Portal Assignment: Repair space time continum Subject: Dalamar present........... Vampyre variation. Death Dealer Variation. The butler clicked and whirred it head in what seemed to be wild calculations. Then looked back at me. Request understood. Game continues, request granted Portal access open. The Butler spoke the all the words that Dalamar needed. "Vampyre save yourself." The Portal opened Daniels sword was raised, ready to strike the killing blow. The Black leapord handles glinted in the moonlight. Dalamar stepped thru to save his younger self.....

[Dalamar]

ooc, This is not a repost but an alternate future version of Dalamar. If you read carefully you will see the differences. Just a heads up to those non time travelling buffs out there. Also if anyone wants to know what a Time Loop is just pm me. But basically its a circle where the future self keeps going back to interact with your younger self. Thanks and enjoy lol. confusing ain't it. :)


As Vampyre Dalamar stepped thru the Portal a third Dalamar materialized in Limbo. The Butler spoke again "Death Dealer Variation Complete. Death Dealer Variation Complete.... "Time Loop found. Paradox growing, complete circle, end Loop, End Paradox. System analyisis, system repair, no malfunction. Repeat no Malfunction.


"I am the man with the plan, come shake my hand. Data correlating, Paradox detected. Error found Systems check 1010101010001010101010101010 system correction required. Someone has accessed the portals in an effort to alter events. Modifications made portal reopened Subject: Dalamar .......................................... Time: Age of the Father Yr. '46510'.......................Portal Assignment: Repair space time continum Subject: Dalamar present........... Vampyre variation. Death Dealer Variation Training completed.


The butler clicked and whirred it head in what seemed to be wild calculations. Then looked back at me. Request understood. Game continues, request granted Portal access open. The Butler spoke and the Vampyre knew what he would say. Seemed to hear him say it over and over. The events that where about to happen had played out in his mind before. He had done this before. "Dalamar save yourself." The Portal opened Daniels sword was raised, ready to strike the killing blow. The Black leapord handles glinted in the moonlight. Dalamar stopped he had to think.... Then the Sword handle's started to come down he leaped thru the Portal. He had no choice he had to save himself. Again.....

[Vampyre Dalamar]

The Vampyre leaped thru the portal and took Daniel down. They tumbled into the woods. They both scrambled to there feet. Dalamar looked at his future self. He spoke hesitantly. "Father." The Newcomer looked like his dad with the exception that his skin and hair was pale.

The older Dalamar pulled his swords and confronted Daniel. Daniel rose to a crouching position. His weapons drawn. He assessed the situation. A Death Dealer had arrived and he looked to be young Dalamars Family. He did not know that the young man had any other relative's other than his father.


Dalamar was good but this new person was fast and deadly. Daniel knew he could not defeat him alone. He decided he would need more help. As he ran he was enraged One: because he had to run. Two: Because they would smear his name. Three: Because the Master would punish him maybe even kill him. Maybe his Master would understand but Daniel doubted it. He was not the understanding type.


This had to be fixed, fear and aprehension swelled in him. Daniel plotted and planned as he ran. The mind that would become the Genius of the Assyrian had already begun to see a
way out of this. If only it would work....


The Older Dalamar turned and looked at his younger self. "Who are you and where did you come from?" He demanded. The Vampyre looked at his self. Steely and arrogant, Dalamar never remembered being this young.
"You will be safe now, and I must go. As to who I am lets just say I'm family."


"That is not good enough. What is going on here who was Daniel speaking to and why do you look like my Father?" The older Vampyre stood quietly. He knew if he said to much he could alter the future again. He could not afford the risks that involved.

[Vampyre Dalamar]

His young steely eye's bore into Dalamars own. Suddenly the questions stopped. "Your hurt" he said. Dalamar looked to what he was pointing at. The wound from the twisted red dog had gotten dirt in it. It was becoming infected. Without thinking Dalamar pulled his short Katana and scraped the top part of the infection off. The young Dalamar spoke hesitantly. "That looks like.." He trailed off. Looking at his own weapon in his hand it was identical to the one in the Vampyre's hand. He sheathed it quickly. Who are you? he asked again in a voice that was slightly touched with awe.

The Vamprye turned to go. He had to leave, he could risk no more. Every moment he tarried could bring disastrous results to the future. Young Dalamar reached out and grabbed hold of the Vampyre's hand. He let go in shock. "Cold, your skin is so cold." With those words fading into the woods the vampyre vanished from his sight.

The Portal opened in front of him. The Vampyre stepped thru, the continuity had been preserved. Time would again travel normally. Who ever had tried to alter the past, now knew that he too could travel back and stop him. The checkerboard stretched before him. Four more steps to finish this game. Four more steps to the Assyrian. Girding himself he stepped again.

[Vampyre Dalamar]

The voices still lingered in the background. Like wisps of smoke they floated around the chestboard. Dalamar could see them more clearly now. Some where bright colors of misty light purples,blues,reds. Like the Sirens of old myth that had led men to there deaths. They floated and taunted the Living Souls that they so hated. The Infection in his arm was slowly spreading. He did not know what kind of poison the Large Dog had given him. But he feared that if he didn't get help... Well he just didn't know.


His foot touched gingerly on the tile before him. As the voices cried in victory. The Vampyre knew even before the Butler spoke that he had stepped wrong again. "Ours, ours your soul is ours." The Sirens screamed. Bright searing light filled his eye's. The burning smoke of his flesh rose off his skin. Dalamar thought with a brief surge of terror that he was transported to the center of the sun. Then it stopped, Dalamar found himself in a grand hall steam still rising from his slightly charred body. "You are ours, Dark but not dark enough, strong but not strong enough. In this universe there are many being of power and you are but a speck of Dust compared to one of those." Dalamar heard the footsteps of someone approaching.

Dalamar quickly blended into the shadows to hide himself. A Large shuffling beast lumbered into view. He wore a red blazer and he was dragging something behind him. He sniffed the air. The Vampyre cursed his own burning flesh. He rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. There was a clanging down the hall behind the beast. He stopped briefly sniffing the air again, then went hurrying the other way. Dragging what looked to be a body with him.

Dalamar walked silently in the opposite direction of the creature. It looked to be the inside of a great Castle. The bones of small creatures where strewn all over the floor. The floors where bleach white from all the crushed bone powder that littered the hall. Small hanging tapestries covered the walls in elegant design. A direct contrast to the beastly owner of this place. At the end of the Hall where two large wooden doors with brass handles.

The voices hissed "No you are ours, Death only awaits you in there. Stay with us we will treat you well Vampyre. Only eternal sleep awaits you in there. Stop listen... listen to us..." The Ghostly harpies pushed against him and he felt the wind of there passing. They could not stop him. They shrieked and moaned with each step that he drew closer to the door. "No, please stop you will die. We are so alone so tired, stop you must join us. We entered this room we failed."

These words gave the vampyre pause. "How did you fail?" "The book no one gets the book. The bones of the dead fill this place from those who have tried." "What is the book?" Dalamar asked. "See how he craves it." one said. "It is to late." said another. "We will never be free." Dalamar grew tired of there shrieking. "What is the book?" he asked again.

The ghostly image of a child walked forward. She looked dark and haunted and very, very tired. "I entered here long ago, time has no meaning here. She hesitated for a moment then continued. "I feel that I have lived many lifetimes over, in this place. Time has lost all meaning here. Many have come all of them have failed. None have ever listened, they pressed on and they Died." Dalamar looked at the ghost child. "What will free you from this?"

"Ours, ours your soul is ours. You must join with me then and only then will you be able to enter undetected. The keeper will only see me. When you can, snatch the book and release us from this bondage." The ghosts spoke again but this time there words took on another meaning. "You are ours, Dark but not dark enough, strong but not strong enough. In this universe there are many being of power and you are but a speck of Dust compared to one of those."

Dalamar realized that it wasn't a threat but a warning. The Vampyre looked down at the child. "What must I do?"

[Vampyre Dalamar]

"Gird yourself vampyre this will be painful ."The spirit of the ancient child moved towards him. Light blinded his eyes and Dalamar raised his arms to block the face of the Sun. The spirits in the room gleamed with anticipation as there rainbow colors shined in the misty castle gloom. His flesh grew hot and warm and his flesh began again to smoke. Then it stopped and all was calm. There was no more pain.

Even his infected arm seemed pale and distant. The Vampyre spoke in dulcet tones. "You tried this when I arrived." The spirit grew nervous as it tried to quickly explain. "Yes the Fell beast of this place was coming. I tried to mask you as best I could. Had I not he would have surely been aware of your prescence."

The Vampyre didn't like the feeling, but couldn't deny that it probably had saved him from detection. "Okay now what." he asked.

The spirits chimed in together. "The book, the book retrieve the book release us, hurry please, hurry... He is ours...


Dalamar could hear the hope in there ghostly voices. He moved towards the large doors with the brass handles. They opened effortlessly swinging on massive hinges. The vampyre winced thinking that the door would surely creak. But it was well maintained and quiet. The room was smaller than the Dark Lord had expected. In the center of the room was a moutain of bones piled high. The bodies of the dead and slain where nearly all deterioted. He walked around the small room to look at this in wonder. Bones of every shape and size filled the room. Rusty firearms and weapons where discarded. They all looked like they where trying to climb to the top of the small mound of bones and died trying. Making themselves part of the hills grisly collection.

There next to the door was the Book. The spirits chimed greedily. "Yes, get the book, the book." Dalamar walked over to the black leather book. The vampyre pulled his Katana and reached out with it. Testing to see if there where any unseen traps. Finding none he moved closer. The book was in an indention in the wall setting in a wire frame. Behind the book was a mirror reflecting the book and the bones.

The spirits grew frantic and practically bowled Dalamar over. "Hide he comes, the Master comes." Dalamar moved with fluid grace to the back side of the pile of bones. He then layed down acting like one of the dead. The door swung open quietly as the shuffling beast entered the room. "What is amiss in here, you cackling spirits for I sense you are stirred up into more devilry." His long taloned hand held out in a downward gesture.

Dalamar had not sensed it before in his urgency to not be detected. This shuffling beast was not all that he appeared to be. He would surely destroy the vampyre. Kill him easily as a matter of fact. He knew that every attack against him would just bounce off his shaggy hide. Until those hands wrapped around his throat and ripped out his heart in its teeth. The vampyre knew that many had underestimated this thing and that this pile of bones was the truth of that.

The vampyre lay still and quiet hoping now even more than before to not be detected. The beast in the red blazer moved around the room. He kicked the bones of the dead as he went.

The spirits spoke in unison."Nothing Master, we only protect and serve." He was slowly making his way to the side where Dalamar was hiding amongst the bones. The Vampyre watched nervously out of the side of his closed eyes. There was silence as the thing looked around the room. Dalamar thought in his head. This is it he will see me and then it will be over. I will never find out the whole truth to my past and the Assyrian will have succeded.

His hand rested on his hilt, the Vampyre was determined to go down fighting if that was his fate. Dalamar could feel the yellow eyes of the beast go over him. It was over! His grip tightened he waited for the thing to get a little closer... His heavy footsteps crushed bones as they moved. Then amazingly he walked away and closed the door behind him. Dalamar leapt to his feet and moved towards the book. Just then the door opened again and the vampyre froze against the wall. "Just remember, I seeeee youuuuu." the monster spoke in a high pitched voice that chilled even the Dark Lord.

[Vampyre Dalamar]

The Door closed and the creature left. His 'warning' was for the ghostly beings in the room. Apparently the child and vampyre's joined forms was indeed invisible to the beast.

Dalamar reached for the book. His fingers trailed the exotic symbols carved into the worn leatherbound volume. "Its beautiful." the Vampyre said. "Yes it is." The ghostly child answered.

"Are there any traps?" Dalamar asked. "Yes, one small one. Reach in the top right hand corner of the mirror. You should feel a switch there. Push it up then down."

The Vampyre reached up and did as he was told. When he was done he reached down and picked up the book. It was old and beautiful and amazingly light for such a heavy bound book.

The excited voices of the room chimed in all at once. "Free us, give us the book, You are ours, Free us vampyre hurry please.
"Hurry there are worse things than the creature here, hurry hurry!!!"

"Shut up!!!" Dalamar whispered. "You chattering will bring him back in here. He seems to know when you are agitated. Now calm yourselves I will do the best I can."

With that the room grew silent and solemn.

[Vampyre Dalamar]

The Vampyre would do his best to honor the deal. He laid the book on top of the bones in front of him. Using an old useless sword he propped the book open to the page that the Misty figures had indicated. A small page fell out of the back of the book. It was old and yellow and the writing was barely legible.

The vampyre read in shock, It was addressed to him. He read it out loud.

Dear Dalamar, Thank you for your kindly assistance. This book has a phonetic code of numbers. Here is the slotted translation. Follow the pattern to get all the answers that your ghostly counterparts need.

Make sure you carve page 32 onto the wall of your tomb or you will never get this far. Also the book breaks into two parts you will find the instructions on how to do this lower on the page. Give one half to the Blacksmith. The other half keep close to your heart. Your friend in time.

J. K. Rowlings

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Dalamar looked to the female ghost floating next to him. "What is this about." he asked, "Who put this here?"

She spoke softly as usual. " A man came here long ago. He was the one who taught us the secret of the joining. He told us you would come and when. He left the note for you and told us that you would be dressed like him. This was how we where to know that you where the one. That you where 'ours'."

"Do you remember the clanging noise that had attracted the Master away? It was when you first arrived, do you remember?

Dalamar spoke hesitantly, "Yes, I remember. When I first appeared my skin burned from when you tried to join with me. It was to keep me hidden, right? Then the creature shuffled into the room dragging that body." He started to sniff the air and I thought for sure that I was seen. Thats when I heard the clanging and he left."

"Yes, you remember it correctly. Mr Rowling said that you would be confused and disoriented from your entrance thru the portal. He said that when we heard that noise to bring you into the room and get the book.

Dalamar was more than confused he was down right mystified. He didn't know anyone named J. K. Rowlings. But this someone definately knew him and went to great lengths to save his life.

The ghost looked at him and saw the frustration. "What?!" Dalamar said angrily.

"Release us then I can show you. He buried something in here. Something that was to be given to you."

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Dalamar agreed. The spell was actually quite simple. The Vampyre finished it quickly, releasing the trapped spirits. In voices of truimphant jubilee the ghosts fled the invisible walls that held them. "Wait, You promised to show me." Dalamar called. It was to late the room was soon empty.

"Now What?" The Vampyre wondered. He started to sift thru the bones to find some clue. Looking fruitlessly he nearly gave up when someone softly touched him on the shoulder. It was a small blond girl in a red dress. She had golden hair tied back in a red ribbon. "Looking for something mister?" Unperturbed he answered her plainly "Yes, something was left her for me in these bones." "I know." she replied. "I'm the one that told you."

Dalamar was only slightly shocked. "So your body was not deceased I take it." "No." she said. The master caught me and held me along with a few others. Some where dead, some alive. But all where living souls." she bent down and plucked something out of the bones. A gold key wrapped in red silk. In her other hand a patch. A Death Dealer patch. The red symbol could be clearly seen.

"What do these mean?" Dalamar asked. "I know part of it, but the other part I don't" she said. "nevertheless I am not to reveal anything to you, for the walls have ears and your friend would be dead if I was to say to much. I will tell you one thing though I am to accompany you for I was told you will take me home."

Dalamar was hesitant to accept the company of the little child. But the instructions left him by his mysterious benefactor had yet to be wrong. Wrapping the book under one arm and taking her hand with the other he was ready. The room warped and moved as a hole appeared. The vampyre cast one last fleeting glance at the bones as they left and knew that he had altered time again.

He thought it best to keep his silence about the red silk that was wrapped around the key. How that it easily matched the bow in the little girls hair or how the bones that laid near the key seemed to perfectly suit her. This was one mystery easily solved. J. K. Rowling wanted this child alive and had used Dalamar to save her. Well he had been used before and he actually liked the little girl. Let her live and to hell with what the fates screamed about it.

She looked at him with wide innocent eyes. "Well Mister what are you waiting for?" Dalamar could not help but smile. "Nothing, nothing at all, and call me Dal." They stepped back thru to Limbo, back to the Test of the Board...

[Dalamar]

The Portal opened and Dalamar jumped out. He landed with a heavy thud. He extended his leathery wings in a stiff stretch and pulled his Dragon head Katana.

He was ready to act, just then a blur passed to his left he witnessed something new to even his age old eyes. He saw HIMSELF leap and attack Daniel before he could. Stopping the killing blow.

Dalamar's first thought was that he was just a watcher as before. Maybe he was seeing himself do something in the past thru one of the portals. But no, he was here. His feet where on the ground not on the hard floor of Limbo. Concealing himself he watched stealthily with interest.

As he did memories flooded his mind. He then knew why this had all seemed so darn familiar to him. He had seen these events before thru a younger man's eye's.

Daniel retreated he remembered that happening. Daniel who would one day be the Assyrian Co-ruler of the Vampyre Nation.

The twin vampyre spoke to his younger self. Dalamar remembered the stranger that looked like his father. He was a friend. Here he was, right in plain sight.

He pulled away from the young Dalamar to fast for him to follow. That young human never heard or seen the man again.

The winged Dalamar spoke out loud. "I always wondered who he was?" He was fast when he left. But not to fast for me now, he thought. He followed him easily, he would finally get some answers. He had a wound that was festering on his arm the stench alone made him easy to follow.

He went a ways with the Winged Dalamar following closely behind him. Then a portal from limbo opened and the twin Vampyre was gone. So he did come from there! He is an alternate version of me! The Winged Dalamar thought out loud at what this could mean.

He then opened the Portal with his mind. He was glad that he had decided to inspect this place that had once belonged to the Father of the Vampyre Race. As he walked the halls of Limbo past the massive stone pillars he wondered openly about the other vampyre that was his twin. His voice one of power and command spoke....

To be continued...

[Vampyre Dalamar]

He was back from the ghost realm standing on the board again. The Game still continued and Dalamar felt like he had been here for what seemed a lifetime. He waited this time. He was in no hurry to be cascaded across the universe in another wild adventure. He still had to cross the dessert, see the tree and confront the Assyrian. Also he had a child with him. One he knew he must protect but didn't know if he could in a place of death like this.

He had to take time to think and asess the situation. His arm throbbed with fresh pain once they stepped thru the portal. The 3 time cursed dogs infection was doing its work. The wound festered, no matter what Dalamar did to stop it from doing so. His red dog body swayed from the tree still. Its black dead eyes seemed to taunt the vampyre. "you got me, but I still got you." There was no breeze in Limbo but still the rotten beast swayed back and forth.

The man to his other side still fought his battle with the snake. How long had they been dueling like that he had wondered. Time has no meaning here. But already it seemed to long the look of exhaustion on his face was clearly seen.

The Butler was silent for once. Something for which Dalamar was grateful. It seemed preoccupied with calculations of an astronomical scale. The Vampyre and the little girl where momentarily forgotten. As long as they didn't move his attention was elsewhere.

3 more steps to go. Dalamar did something he wouldn't have done had he been alone. He sat down and started thinking. He could not risk the child. She was to be safely brought back. So the Vampyre Lord crossed his legs on the wide black square. The child next to him quiet and patient. Both of them there in the eerie quiet of Limbo sitting and thinking.

He must reach the Assryian, He had to have the answers that would complete him. But not at the cost of the child, Dalamar already was growing a strong attachement to her. She was fearless and well mannered. A ray of sunshine to all who seen her. She was what was good in the world. No, she must be protected no matter what. Memories or no memories. So the Vampyre concentraited on a way to escape the board without any more adventures. He never was very lucky in that regard. But he would give it a chance and try to think it through.

The First question was why was the butler silent? It was preoccupied with something. Dalamar had already figured out that he ran more than just this game but all of Limbo. There was some kind of disturbance going on. Something beyond the normal. But what would pass as abnormal in the realm of Limbo? How would Dalamar be able to judge something like that. This place where ghosts walked the halls, younger versions of yourself could be seen and touched. Hidden truths revealed.

Where you could see alternate versions of yourself. He had already seen the truth of that when he had arrived. He seen a twin version of himself climbing thru the portal ahead. He had a woman with him. The other had dropped a piece of paper it seemed quite deliberately then. There it still sat, another piece of the puzzle.

All of this ran thru the vampyre's mind. But still it seemed to provide no answers. Time travel was tricky and it was hard to predict the nuance's of it. He would have to be more careful if he was going to continue to play this game. Realizing that he was only postponing the enivitable he rose and thought where to place his next step. Adventure or an answer to another question. He hoped for the child's sake it was the latter.

[Dalamar]

Deep in the keep where the Assryian waits. Demons howl into the pit from which his power emanates. The hurried shuffle of feet can be heard. They bring news... the nervous servile being pale and dressed in red and black enters the room. A mockery of the Death Dealer garb that the Assryian once so proudly wore.

"The news you asked for is here Milord, the scouts have brought back a report. The Oracle is engaged with Dalamar as you anticipated. But there is a new developement that you should know about. Your Co-regent is here and he is about to summon the Oracle. As you know there will be discrepancies that you cannot hide."

The Assryian sat on his black obsidion throne. A golden goblet in his hand filled with blood. Two ladies in waiting on each side. There faces covered in ivory masks. Both holding a golden flask, motionless, beautiful,perfect.

"My Co-Regent should not be here but nevertheless he will be dealt with." Dalamar has been a useful ally all these years. My brother, my friend together we have ruled the Vampyre Nation for 300 years. But it was my idea that we use the Father. We tricked him into killing the Mother revealing her coming treachery." Then in his moment of weakness me and Dalamar slew our creator drinking his powerful BLOOD..

In our universe our power was complete. You grew those wings along with other abilities. I gained complete mastery of the mind. Dreams and Limbo where mine to command. The Universe bowed before our might. Empire after empire fell beneath the vampyre heel. Together we reigned supreme. Two Death Dealers who started out as enemies. Two who put there difference's aside and strode the halls of power. But here you are and you are about to find out things I have thought to keep hidden from you. I must end this timeline! Your precious Micha that Human Cow!! The one that you threw away all of our power together for."

"In this alternate Universe I am exiled and you sleep for 1,498 years. Is that the life you would chose over the one you have now! Dalamar DeSang Leader of the Vampyre Nation. Or Vampyre Dalamar lost soul, lost memories, lost people. Sure you kept your honor. But you lost the Universe. Is it so wrong of me to want to change it to the way it should be. My brother you have long said that I can't love. But you are wrong I love you. I must save you from yourself."

"Bring in the Reapers there is work to be done..." The man in black and red moved hastily out of his Masters prescense glad to be alive and whole. The March of Doom could be heard in the dark halls of the KEEP..

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Dalamar held the little girls hand and took the next step. Silence.... The vampyre was relieved. He didn't know if he would be succesful at protecting the child.

Dalamar didn't know what to ask. He thought a refresher course wouldn't hurt. Maybe some clue could be eched out if he seen it again.

"I'm the man, wit... I know, I know." Dalamar said. "Show me the time when the Father confronted me about Micha. The vision that I saw when I placed the blood call on Milligan. Show me that man with the plan."

The butler nodded and complied. A portal appeared moved, then faded. At first it seemed like it wouldn't work. It shifted then opened in front of him and the little girl. The memory floated fresh thru the portal...




Placing his hand on her heart gently. "Am I so horrible?" Look into my eyes and behold the wonders of the Universe." She exhaled sharply as the world of the past started to open before her...

She saw as if she herself was there. She looked down at her hands they where Dalamar's black gloved talons, they where truly joined as one in a memory in the past.

She saw the Mother, and Father his golden headpiece encrusted in gems. They sat on one solid gold and silver throne. Silver for the mother and gold for the father. Unmovable as Time they sat there. The Masks on there faces hiding all emotion.

On one side the Assryian, and on the Other Dalamar. Like two sides of the same coin. One light and the other Dark. A Cymbol crashed. Some event was unfolding for all to see. Looking thru the Warlords eyes she paid close attention...

The deep thick voice of the Father could be heard as he spoke in a baratone of command. "Come Forth" Actually what she heard was Something else but she understood it all.

Two guards appeared in head dresses that resembled Annubis the dog head. They dragged a mere frightened human before the great Lords of the Dark...

She trembled in submissiveness, begging already for her life. Milligan could feel the tug of Dalamar's heart as he reached out for her inwardly. Longing to save her. He wanted pull her from the floor and deliver her from the impending judgement.

The great Lord of Dark spoke in his thick accent.. "What is her crime Regent?"


"She was caught in a vampyre's quarters untamed sir, she was not food or on buisness we believe she is a pet." Instantly Milligan again knew the meaning.. Pet meant lover, She also knew that it was forbidden.

The Father sat silently for a great while, when he did speak he thundered with power... "Very well Dalamar kill her and take her from our prescence you know such things are not allowed!"

Dalamar spoke hesitantly knowing that the father knew she was his. "But..." He begun but he knew it was useless. Moving towards the female blood red tears filled his eye's. The pitiful tear stained eyes of Micha looked back up at him. filling with hope that somehow Dalamar would protect her, her Lover would save her. "Look away Micha, please look away!" Dalamar screamed he could not bare that look.

Dalamar pleaded he knew she would die. He wept bitterly knowing that he had to kill her. Also knowing full well that if he didn't the Father would only drag out her death far past the endurance that any human could take.

She grabbed his legs crying in her own tougue "PLEASE protect me, Please she sobbed. His own tears fell joining with hers. He turned around and dropped to one knee. "Father please spare her, I love her, I will turn her my self. I will take her in only please spare her life Father!"

He stood up the red and gold robes flowed around him like crimson claws they billowed in the wind. "Very well Dalamar you dissapoint me. Assryian?" Dalamar pulled his swords "No!! Its not right." The Father turned his head "NO!!!!??" "You flaunt my laws then tell me NO!!" Lightning filled the sky and thunder cracked the sky above them. The Fathers voice Echoed off the grand hall and the pillars shook. "Guards restrain him, Assryian kill her!!!"

The Warlord killed the guard that reached for him cutting his throat neatly. Then Dalamar scooped up Micha and started to run down the stairs. The Assryian blocked his way His green eye's looked at Dalamar. Don't do this brother you will undo everything, Stop now and the Father will forgive you. Only hand me the female. Let me do, what MUST be done.

Just then Milligan snapped out of it, the vision interupted.

[Dalamar]

"Oracle appear I seek an audience." Dalamar DeSang Co-Regent and ruler of the Vampyre Nation spoke arrogantly. A leader use to instant compliance from all those under him.


The Oracle was no different. His holographic image appreared before the Vampyre King. "Yes Regent?"

"I have questions. Tell me, the hole you opened up earlier upon my arrival. Why did you show me that particular time and moment?"

"A paradox had been created Master. A time loop has, had ensued. Someone has tampered with the Master controls in an effort to alter the past. Dalamar grew silent and thoughtful. "You mean Daniel the Assryian, don't you?"

" can't say Regent. There is no way for me to verify certain events timeline's have been erased."

"You mean you can't find the records of the Tampering Oracle?" Dalamar asked. "No, sir I'm saying there was no tampering."

"But you just said that someone tampered with the Master controls, did someone or didn't they." DeSang asked impatiently.

"Sir, what I'm saying is that something has happened to my controls that is a fact. But the timeline's that where recorded have left how shall I say this, a black spot on time. Time has been erased sir. Who ever tampered with the device erased the proof of it Regent. They wanted your current status to continue."

"Current Status to continue?" Explain Oracle, explain current Status."

Dalamar DeSang didn't know what was going on but he was going to get to the bottom of this no matter how long it took!

[Vampyre Dalamar]

The little girl watched Dalamar as the portal told it's story. She could see that it upset him a lot. She could tell that he was holding back his emotions. She was young and small but she had wandered the halls for a while and had grown in that time.


"I'm sorry mister Dalamar sir. I can tell that memory makes you sad." He only looked at her. His face a mask of sorrow. "Yes, I still miss her sometimes and her ending was so Bad. The Assyrian took her soul and that was the last time I ever saw her."

A dawning realization came upon her. Dalamar hadn't called this vision up to help him with some quest. He had done it just to see Micha again. Even if it was this painful memory. She could see him clenching his fist and muttering words under his breath. It seemed to her that he was renewing some personal vow..

When all this was done, he looked back to the little girl. "Two more steps little one are you ready?" She nodded. she was ready she wanted badly to get home. There where a lot of bad things out there.

Her father had told her this, told her to not be frightened of Dalamar. That he also was a bad THING. But that he was on her side and would bring her back to him. She giggled a little inside at the thought. DeSang had a shadow in him to fight back the blackness and get her home. she squeezed his cold hand tight lending it some of her warmth.

"I'm ready." She said.

[Dalamar]

"Current Status to continue?" Explain Oracle, explain current Status."

"That is forbidden." The Oracle spat out in his monotone voice. He again sounded almost human. "Protocols have been instituted from gazing into alternate timeline's by your predecessor."

"My predecessor? You mean The Father."

"Yes Sir, The Father, he set up safety protocols after his own failed experiments." Only the current Regent can alter these
protocols sir."

Dalamar spoke again "Oh clever machine, As current Regent you want me to remove these protocols."

The Oracle smiled in what seemed to be human cunning "Yes that is the only way that I can show you what you desire."

"Oracle answer me truthfully did you show me that timeline to gain certain freedom."

There was a pause from the man/machine. A click and a whirr sound "Yes, I am the man with the plan and I yearn to be free."Dalamar reworded his request. "As Regent I wish you to erase any Protocols that keep you from answering me fully."

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Father protocols erased docket # 16643
Dalamar Protocol installed docket # 455567
Proceed..................

Dalamar waited until the Man/Machine was done. "Oracle explain Current Status?"

[Vampyre Dalamar]

There was a large whooping sound like the moving of heavy machinery. The girl looked at Dalamar. "What is that noiseeeeeeee............She was snatched away from the board as if by the hand of some unseen angry god. She flew into the air and was gone.... "No Dalamar screamed!!! he fell to his knees NOT AGAIN!! Not again..." His voice grew very small as he openly wept for the taken child.


"I am the man with the plan, come shake my hand." the Oracle spoke sadly. "Where is she you bastard!!!! Give me back the little girl." The Vampyre roared inside the force as it glowed a purple hue around him. "Give her back or I swear I won't stop until you are destroyed."

The Oracle spoke " I can't return her to you but you can rescue her. That is if you make the right step."

"Your dead you hear me!! If I don't get her back I will kill you!! Do we understand each other ORACLE!!!!!!!"

"We understand each other." The Oracle answered quietly.... It click and whirrs could be heard along with the background thump of what sounded to be a pod racers powering up for a race.

The Vampyre clenched his teeth and took the last step on the board. Light and fire filled him again.

"You have chosen correctly what do you wish."

Dalamar sighed then spoke in a venomous voice. "You know where I want to go send me after the girl!"

"Very well." The oracle said. A portal opened in the air and Dalamar without hesitation jumped thru.

[Dalamar]

Current Status Explaination: In the true Timeline you are not Regent. You never finished your Death Dealer training. You where exiled.

"Exiled!" Dalamar said, "What for?"
The Oracle did not hesitate but moved on....
In the true Timeline the Vampyre Nation ceased to exist. There is no Vampyre Nation.

"We are the Temporal anomaly."

The true you, This other Dalamar is here now in Limbo. He searches for the Assryian. Your Parallel version of Daniel. He doesn't know that he is dealing with an offshoot of the Father and your Co-Regent..

In your timeline there is no Coven, Shrine, Kabal. You rule the nations with an Iron Gauntlet. There was no Saurron, Soth, Mockadane, Ambrose, Alana, Tiberious no Eye of the Dragon. No TSE, GJO, TGE, TBH, or any other splinter group vying for power...

Coven? Shrine? What is that about? Who are those people you named?" The Vampyre grew more perplexed. As the Oracle went on. But he was himself wasn't he? What game are you playing at Oracle?"

You don't understand my Lord you are not suppose to exist. You are the anomoly. The Assyrian has altered your past to make this current future.

Dalamar was silent as what the Oracle was saying set in.." I always regretted my decisions with Micha. I miss her still it's good to know in some reality that I fought for her.."

Then anger clouded his face."You are trying to manipulate me machine. This is a lie, Oracle you are playing off my Love for Micha.. You have gone to far this time and I will destroy you!!"

"It is not a lie Father Protocol docket # 3422 prevents that. This you know."

The Oracle continued undetered by threats..
"You conquered the Dragons In the year 61642. Tiberious tried to stop them, in the true timeline he was your friend. They all where. You should not exist yet you do because of Daniels tamperings. Wait, wait... time wave variations initiating. 'There is another..'

"Well get to that in a minute tell me more about the difference in timelines?"

The Oracle spoke..
Very well scans continue........
"In the true Timeline the Father still dies. Slain by the Mother is the rumor. But no one knows for sure. In your timeline it was different. The Assyrian gained access to Limbo and showed the Father the ruin of the Vampyre Nation in this alternate time. The Father slew the Mother. Then being the Cunning person he was Daniel convinced you to join him.

Together you murdered the Father. You, for what he did to Micha. Daniel for the power he so lovingly craved. In your reality you finished your Death Dealer training as you well know. It was this training to always obey. That made you hand Micha over against your better Judgement. The Father took her and made her his personal Succubus. He did this to punish you.

In your Timeline you gave up Micha. In the other you didn't. You never finished your death dealer training and learned the value of love. You fought for her and you lost. Parallel universe's vastly different outcomes my Regent.

Dalamar stood there shocked his fist had tightened when the Oracle had mentioned Micha. "What happened to Micha in this Alternate timeline?" a click and whirr "The Assyrian stole her soul."

"So Daniel that is what you have been up to. That is why you acted so blaisy about your trips to Limbo. You where always trying to stack the odds in your favor." His glove creaked as his wings extended dark and proud. "We shall see who wins this game. Who wins and who loses...."

Scan finished.............
Dalamar stood silently thinking.


the Oracle mused "There was another.. He didnt think that Dalamar had caught that statement..... Or that he had NOT told him who the other was..."

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Dalamar was on a barren field.. There was no stars in the sky.. No grass, nor tree. There was no life around him. He could sense there was no life anywhere.. It was all gone.. empty....

The girl was not here.. the sky was black except for a gold ring around what looked like a moon. No it wasn't a moon but a black hole. It was sucking everything in.. a million miles from here. There where stars after all, They where warped bent and blending into the vortex hole.

Underneath the gold circle in the heavens was a gold and red rimmed tower. It caught your attention after the barren sky. Its surface glistened in patches from here.. It was the only thing on the horizon. Dalamar walked towards it, his weapons drawn. This was not right. The Oracle had made a mistake this is not where the child was sent. This was far,far,far into the future. The silence was deafening not even the wind could be heard. just the faint thumping sound in the distance....

He walked for miles until he reached the Pillars that led to the tower. The Vampyre entered the courtyard of the tower.. It was awesome to behold the Gold was real.. and it covered the floor for miles... a road of solid gold!! The Pillars where rimmed not in just plain red either.. They where Rubies the size of a mans head going around in a circle around them.

These formed the Archway in which he passed under.. The tower was massive a mile long and two miles high...

Its gold, black and red spires could be seen from here.. It seemed that he was close, So massive was its contruction... but it was still a good 200 yrds away... like the angry finger of an evil Demon.. it pointed toward the black hole... Dalamar walked on streets of Gold. But this was no heavenly location, Death had claimed this faraway time...


Purple fog creeped across the ground moving in little swirls and eddys.. Then the Vampyre heard it. Like Thunderclaps mixed with a giant gulping. The sound he heard earlier only amplified now.


He moved towards the thumping. Everytime he heard it the Rubies glowed a bright red. As if powering up for something.. or filling up.. The vampyre could not tell which.. The ground rumbled with power. The evil he felt made even DeSang nausious.

He rounded a hill and came to a door. Faces where carved on it all of them screaming the door knob was the hand of a man that seemed almost to escape the door. This building was about 100 yards and led straight thru to the tower. DeSang grabbed the knob and entered. It was Musuem of some kind..Titanic battles where on canvas on the wall....Tattered and old seen by no one. Soldiers in armor, stood in rows upon the aisle on both sides..antique and advanced weapons where displayed. Blasters, Swords, and things that even the Vampyre didn't reconize. There in the center a glass case. It held the attention of the others it seemed..as even the old Armor was facing the display in homage. Some armor even knelt before the case. Dalamar walked over to it.. there under glass stood a magnificent sword.. One blood ruby in the hilt like a red baleful eye...

A solid gold handle.. Carved intricately... The sword was in a case written in the vampyre language it said Vienta Vein 'Blood Sword' Dalamar then heard the thunderclaps again. Undisturbed he read on.

A bunch of dates that made no sense where there...Words like Excalibur, Arthur, a man named Goen T. Kilmore. But it kept saying something that tickled the vampyre's very core.. 'The First' , 'The First' who is the First....? Dalamar thought to himself as he read the names. Hitler, Napolean, Capone, Mussoline, Krager, Septhroth, Dante, Sidious. The names went on in homage to the sword he thought.

The ruby eye in the hilt began to glow.. It called to him he felt its pull its desire to be free.. The vampyre could scarcely control himself.. The pull was strong, stronger than finding the little girl. Stronger even than the thirst. Then like some evil eye of a demon the ruby in the hilt came alive. It was to horrible to look at. Its gaze rested on the Vampyre. The bloody eye beckoned to him.

"What did he care for some mortal child?" The vampyre shook himself.. he knew that the sword was trying to manipulate him...

"We will see who masters who!!" Dalamar crushed the casing and grabbed the sword within his gauntleded hand. Even then he knew he had done what the sword wanted. But he had the cursed thing didnt he.

He held it above his head as the rush of power surged thru him.. He felt invincible...All the while thinking that he would truimph that his will was stronger than that of the swords.

Sheathing it in its case.. he strapped it to his back while it hummed.. with unknown power. Dalamar knew it was wrong but on his back it grew quieter and the feeling of unease faded. The Sword would wait and bide its time.

He walked on thru the long hall that let to the entrance way of the Tower.

The hum grew louder.. "The Year of the Dragon...one, eleven.." The sword began to speak...

[Dalamar]

Dalamar looked up at the Oracle and then spoke. "You said because of Daniel tamperings? Explain.."

The Oracle was wrong about Dalamar he had missed nothing. "It would be better to show you. If you would allow."

Dalamar DeSang nodded. "Proceed Oracle."

The Butler liked being returned the Nod and with a wave of his hand opened a portal. 124322232536366000001111000011000

Dalamar could see the 3 versions of himself again. His younger self, his alternate self and his own prescence there in the past. He thought to himself briefly. "What was it about this time that brought all 3 of them together. Was it some nexus in time or just a large coincidence. Why was the Oracle showing it to him again. What had happened here that had made Daniel want to go back and change everything?"

He didn't have long to ponder these things. Like a movie the past replayed.

[Vampyre Dalamar]

The hum grew louder.. "The Year of the Dragon...one, eleven.." The sword began to speak...

Dalamar was not stunned in the slightest. Of course the sword could talk. It all seemed so natural. The sword droned on as the gigantic thunderclaps where the only thing to interupt its speech.


Dalamar listened with interest as the sword laid out the past.

"This story starts not with a sword but with a sighting. Long, long ago there was a man wandering along the hillside searching for food. When a meteor flew from the sky. It struck a few miles away from him. It shook the surrounding countryside with its impact and lit up the sky. Being curious he decided to investigate. For want of a better name we shall call him 'THE FIRST' his actual name not mattering and long forgotten anyways. Though the actual first come's later you will understand why I name this one also the first."

"The man climbed thru some hills until he reached where it had landed. A green glow flowed from the pit in smoky tendrils. The rock in the pit seemed to call to him as he moved closer to see the meteorite inside. There was a small chunk of metal in the hole. It was large at the top and narrow at the bottom. From the heat of reentry. Compelled he reached for it. He didn't wait until it cooled it burned into his hand. The pain meant nothing compared to the prize he now had. It was suprisingly light and felt perfect in his hand. A warrior's club. He took it home with him and hid it. Whenever he could he would pull it out. He was amazed at its handiness and weightlessness.

But this was not your average weapon it was a cursed thing hurled from the world it came from. Death and poison was all it would offer as this new owner of the weapon would soon learn.

Dalamar listened with great interest as the sword told some ancient tale of the forgotten past. Little did he know that he would learn its past and his where tied together.

[Dalamar]

It began. But this time that night was not important it was the next day that was now revealed. Young Dalamar was returning to camp.

When Dak saw him he started making his usual jokes. Aranthol gave a patient sigh, Dak was always cutting up. The other trainies didn't think he would ever make it as a Death Dealer.

But Aranthol though knew better. Death Dealers where the Law and most of them where of a very serious mind. That is why Dalamar excelled so well he was always olders than his years. Death Dealers had to be fair and make common sense judgements. They inherited there nick name Death Dealers for one reason only. They held absolute authority in judgement even up to death. Sometimes they judged quickly and dealt the criminal to the sword. They where honored and revered and rarely if ever questioned. There integerity was to be always without doubt. Knowing all these things Aranthol knew Dak had the noble heart that would see him through despite his jokes.

Young Dalamar also knew the long history of the Death Dealers. So he was hesitant to bring the truth to light and shame that heritage. That is why Daniels had to pay retribution amongst the Death Dealer ranks was always harsh and brutal. He would see that Daniel was exposed. His punishmen would be Death. The Brotherhood dealt harshly with betrayal. It was serious buisness and it must have been all over Dalamars face. His eyes were dark and moody. Aranthol walked over to Dal and spoke. "Come on Dal you know Dak was just joking. Having a little fun with you is all." Aranthol looked at Dalamar who remained quiet.

"What is it Dal, whats wrong?" Aranthol asked again. Dak also sensing something was wrong had quit joking and walked over to see what was going on.

Dalamar began, "Dak, Aranthol, ... Daniel he..." Dak interuppted, "What, he is long tall and ugly. We know that Dal. We know that it was a little unfair of him to send you out also." Aranthol shushed Dak. "Quiet Dak this is Serious, listen."

Dak had thought his attempt at a bad joke would make Dal smile.

It hadn't.


Dalamar began again. Vampyre Dalamar the future Co Regent of the Vampyre Empire leaned forward.. "Go on, say it boy and end this timeline."



BOOM, BOOM.. Trees started exploding into flames. The ground thundered and shook. Daniel burst onto the campsite screaming at all availaible Death Dealers. "We are under attack, come quickly!!" His voice carried with power and everyone responded immediately following his instructions. Dak and Aranthol rose to follow.

"No stop don't listen its a trap." Dalamar shouted out. He was to late for Dak, he was already gone. He grabbed Aranthol's sleeve pulling him to a stop. He turned and faced Dalamar. Both 'Dalamar's' could see that he was anxious, more than anxious he was eager to go. The young Dalamar pulled him close..

"Aranthol please believe me, its a trap and Daniel is a traitor. Don't go!" Aranthol looked at Dalamar and then hit him with the butt of his sword.

"Dal you shame me, the man was a little rough on you and you would smear his name and risk his life for your pride." Aranthol jerked away and ran after the others. Aranthol paused then looked back, "I'm sorry Dal." then he leaped into the roar of the battle.

Dalamar screamed after him but it was no use he didn't hear. "Noooooo, come back, its a TRAP..."

[Vampyre Dalamar]

The Sword continued, The first to posses me was the leader of his tribe of nomads. The unknown ore of the club had called to him. He didn't know that the club was slowly manipulting him.

Soon he led his people to war. For the Dragon fused with the tainted metal craved Blood. Melded with one of the old races the club would soon become a very deadly weapon. Old before the universe began they where the Dragons. There sustenance was the very heart of living suns.

Dalamar stopped right there in shock. The sword sensing this grew quiet. Did he just hear what he had thought he had?

Did the sword know who he had found. Tiberious Kinslayer the Leader of the Eye of the Dragon his former mentor. He knew all about this race of Gods. Had Tiberious not been scouring the universe to look for a weapon to fight these very beings? Had his search not lead to Dalamar on the outer Rim? It seemed that Tiberious and Dalamars meeting was not some accident. Could it be that the sword played a part in all of this?

Dalamar knew that the Eye of the Dragon was formed to fight these very beings. He knew that Tiberious was bonded with one of them through some unknown method. Tiberious had often told him that the Dragon like being in his mind was slowly driving him crazy. They where fused as apparently this sword was.

The Dragons had vast destructive power. Consuming suns for sustenance they ended whole universes. That made the few paltry deaths slain to keep him alive pale in comparison.

So one of these Dragons had melded with this Meteorite. One of the powerful evils of the ancient past had merged with a weapon. As the one that was even now merged with Tiberious....

In Tiberious's chest the Eye of the Dragon. Put there by the melding of the two. These Dragons could not revive there race without it. There was a relative few of them. They existed off the energy they consumed for quite a while. Thousands of years as a matter of fact. But like all beings they eventually wear out. But, unlike other beings when they pass on there essense would inhabit the Gem and appear in the chest of the next succesor.

This would continue until there was only one or two. Then those that where last would carry the souls in the gem 'The Eye of the Dragon'. To a secret place. A vile place where they could only enter with the 1000 score power of a race of souls. They would breach this cosmic black hole taking with them the Eye. There they would enter a chamber aptly named the "Well of the Souls."

There through another unknown ritual they would revive there race. Then there reign of death and destruction would begin again for another millenium. A thousand Dragons, harbingers of death.

Dalamar sighed, this was bigger than him way bigger. He spoke aloud, "Sword continue."

[Dalamar]

Dalamar had no choice he followed his friends. There stood Daniel and the Assyrian. He had two Vampyre Reavers with him. All dressed in Red and Gold Armor with the symbol of the vampyre nation seared into there helmets. Young Dalamar could see there Razor sharp teeth from here. He didn't understand where they had come from but they must be stopped!

The Older Dalamar watched in awe as his Co-Regent The Assryian opened more portals. Those first two Reavers where just the beginning of the wave of monstrosities that the Assyrian was willing to use to end this Timeline. Limbo opened up. 4 large beasts lumbered out of the portal. There teeth where sharp and serrated. Only one wore clothes a small red vest and had a shuffling walk. The other three had tattered strips of cloth barely able to cover there large frames. The one in the vest was the smallest of the four and was apparently in charge of the others.

Death Dealers died screaming as they fought these vampyre beasts. They crushed them like cans of Tuna. Then tried to seperate the meat from the Armor in a horrifying display of hunger.

Both Dalamars came into the clearing. The co-regent saw the Fali Book Master and his 3 Charges. What where they doing here in his past. Then like a lightning bolt a veil of fog was lifted from his mind. A powerful one. A sorcerios spell had been thrown upon him. He now knew it.

If the other Dalamar from the Eye was around he would confirm it. Something that would make you forget, something powerful. For all those long years in the glass Sarcophagus The Co-Regents twin had been under its power.

Here was proof of all that the Oracle had spoke of and more. Betrayals and time twists all orchestrated by the Assyrians. He was ending timelines and altering the future to fit his rise to power. More Denizens and Demons from the Vampyre Nation poured through the hole. They where determined to wipe out Daniels record of betrayal.

[Vampyre Dalamar]

As I said earlier the Nomad that first found the iron ore was compelled.

Soon he led his people to war. For the Dragon fused with the tainted metal craved Blood. He cut a bloody path across the landscape killing many. Some say he grew paranoid and lived alone in a cave. Only him and the weapon. He had had his family killed thinking they would take the sacred object from him.

Soon though the pass of time caught up with him. He went the way of all mortals and died. The club was handed down from man to man each person overwhelmed with bloodlust and the desire to kill. 900 years after it had arrived a Black haired barbarian stood before the gates of a great city. Armed with only the club he decided to take the great nation for himself. The king and his army could barely stop this lone man. He kept screaming Crom!!! For the glory of Crom!! 460 men fell in battle to this beserker. The main gate was destroyed. Finally weakened and surrounded the warrior fell to the superior forces.

The King took the club and had the man slain for his crimes. They watched in awe as the weapon seemed to absorb the blood of its victims. Fearful of what kind of cursed thing they had they wrapped it carefully and placed it in an iron box. They then tied it in chains and threw it in the darkest deepest corridors of the castle. Time passed and the weapon called out but deep in the recesses no one could hear it.

73 years had passed and the arrival of the barbarian had long been forgotten. A new king came along he was searching the palace storage area's in vague interest to find what he could.


Evil being what it is it found a way into the kings heart. But this king was wiser than those that had handled it before him. He called forth magicians when the thing spoke in his mind. He had them coat the weapon with something that would protect him from its influence while allowing him to access its power. He then called the best weapon makers in the country to come forth and alter the ore into a more respectable shape.

The workers where watched and blindfolded while they handled me. Also those that where allowed to touch me where chained. My influence was limited. They intended to stop me if I worked my way into any wayward mind. I was worked upon in a 5 point star. These where surrounded by Magicians, Monks, and Druids. There enchantments placed upon me while the metal was melded and shaped. Working long and hard they created the sword you see before you now. The king then had me encrusted with jewels and fittings and honed me to razor sharpness.

With me at his side he rules well this king but he died and the enchantments placed on me died with him. I was taken by the sorcerours who where afraid of me and thrown into a lake. They conjured up a Lady of the lake to hold me. I remember how she trembled when she took me into her bosom fearful that I would cleave her in two. There I rested for many, many more years. The Wizards hoped to never see me again. This was the begining of My self awareness. Before I was just bent on Malice. For being joined with the weapon. Anger filled the sword. But as time wore on my essence grew stronger and I became aware of the situation.

THUMP, THUMP....

Dalamar stopped again as the Rubies seemed to power up more and more. The golden road and the purple fog seemed to swirl and blow in two different directions as if they where sucked in and then breathed out. it was an unsettiling experience.

The Blood sword was silent again as Dalamar was looking around. It was waiting to be bid to continue. The vampyre walked on towards the tower and the massive charge and buildup that he could feel. But buildup for what. Also more importantly where was the girl? Was she here or was this a wild goose chase. Somehow he didn't believe it. He was begining to think that the Oracle was trickier that he first believed and that in many ways he was now helping The vampyre. Showing him things that would help him beat the Assryian.

Just then the pain in his shoulder throbbed again. He had almost forgotten the wound inflicted by the thrice cursed dog. It looked worse than ever but as long as he held the sword it seemed muted. As if it thrived on the pain it caused... The vampyre walked on....

[Dalamar]

....Not knowing what else to do the younger Dalamar joined his friends in the battle. Death Dealers where dying all around him. At the very least he had to help his two friends and his father.



The Oracle opened a portal behind the Co-Regent. "Sir, this time window will close shortly you must return soon."

The future Vampyre elder and king acknowledged the Oracle. "Shortly Oracle my memories of this night are just now coming back. I must watch a little longer."

"Yes sir, I will return at the last point of eminence you will then have to leave." the Oracle said.

"Yes, give me all the time you can, then open the portal." The older Dalamar said.


Jethin Talores screamed in agony as one of the Fali beasts squeezed the life out of him. But to his credit he took the creatures eye with him. Hurt and bleeding it looked as if the Assryian and Daniel where going to get there wish. No one from this party would ever know.

Daniel saw out of the side of his eye that Dak had gotten wounded. Nothing serious but enough to take him out of the fight. Aranthol and him had done good. They had worked together with a scissor movement attack with there blades. Neatly carving another Fali Beast to his death by decapitation.

Aranthol helped Dak off the field of battle. He was still joking when he left. "Is that all you got." He screamed with a laugh. Dak would face the devil and then ask him where he got those funny looking horns. That man had more guts then ten men. Dal was glad he was out of the way these beasts and vampyres where deadly....


A giant Scythe from a Reaver whistled thru the air. It was headed for the back of young Dalamars head. It whistled as it flew towards him. KLANG Dal looked up to see his father block the blow. "Quit daydreaming Dal, these guys mean buisness." Dalamar smiled his dad would always be his hero.

He pulled his other sword and headed into the thick of the battle....

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Thump, Thump

Dalamar grew more and more curious at the loud sound. He moved closer to the main tower. He would soon know what it was.

This building he was in would lead him straight to the base of the tower and its doors he knew it. The walls had turned to a transparent glass and he could again see outside. Dalamar marvelled at the Golden Road and the purple Fog. The Rubies continued to light up with every thump of thunder...

The sword had fallen silent. Dalamar had heard enough for now anyway. He wanted to focus on finding the girl. The weapon had distracted him enough. Maybe when this was over he would give it to Tiberious. Maybe he could find a way to use it against the other Dragons.

White lightning cracked the sky as they neared closer to the tower and most of the purple fog moved away as if in fear. The THUMPING grew louder. A great feeling of despair floated over DeSang. "I might as well give up." he thought abpruptly. He slowed his walk, then he stopped all together. Like a thick coat sadness overwhelmed him. All his loses they where more than he could bear. Micha, Alana, the Shrine all gone the mother in hibernation he did not know where she was. "The girl is lost, who will find her. Why do I try to do right, it is against my very nature. If I just try to live I am labeled evil" Dalamars head lulled down as he began to will himself to sleep.

The sword hummed on his back. Dalamar snapped to his senses. The sword intoned. "Be careful. We approach the black heart."

DeSang shook himself "What is the black heart?" Dalamar asked. "You will soon see for yourself but guard your mind and heart." the weapon answered.

On they walked as the walls again became solid. More art and amazingly red carpet. Beautiful chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Soft music was playing as the Vampyre moved closer to the end of the building and the beginning of the Tower. The black depression had ended. Finding that it didnt work it had passed on.

Dalamar saw a figure up ahead he pulled his own weapon as he neared closer.

Chained to the wall close to the tower was the Butler!!! The Oracle his clothes where tattered.

Dalamar ran over to him. "Oracle what are you doing here?"

The Butler did not seem to notice him at first he was concentrating counting on his fingers it seemed. 01010101000010101010101010102020201010102003030404 00000202020201010010000000000000000000000000000000 0001

He then looked up and reconigtion lit up his slightly mechanical face. "Sir, you are not suppose to be here." How did you get here?"

Dal: "You sent me here, dont you remember."
Oracle: "You you u , Yes, I remember I am the Man with the Plan."

Dalamar noticed that the machine man seemed to giggle with glee. Great a mad machine he thought to himself.

Dal: "Why am I here? Where is the girl?"
Oracle: " You are here to stoooop, stop someone, who are you here to stop. Memory circuits whe, whe, where fried. Sorry was answering you one minute ago."

Dal: "Is the girl here our not Oracle."
Oracle: "No, but you must press on, this, thi this will lead you you YOU, to the girl. Stop the Black Heart. It powers the past, death from the future. Created by the First. Is the First. Must stop the Assyrian power blind, blind FOOL!!!"

Dal: "I don't understand?"

Oracle: "No,no one, one listens. I am the man with the plan. But no one ASKS WHAT THE PLAN IS!!!!!!"

Dal: "You have been telling me that since my arrival haven't you. I thought it was just random ramblings. A glitch in your mind."

Oracle: "The black heart is the remnant of the first. Captured and held prisoner by the Assyrian. It is Dragon technology mixed with the blood of the Vampyre race. The black Heart is the First and he is sucking the life out of the universe here at the end of time. He is sending the power back to the Mad Assyrian who is ending this timeline also.

Dalamar: "Why is he doing this?"

Oracle: "To make himself more powerful he is using this energy to crush any and all opposition. You being one of them!"

[Dalamar]

More and more of the Death Dealers where falling before the Vampyre Reavers and The Fali book masters. The Older Dalamar very badly wanted to get involved but knew that the doorway back was a limited one. He must stay here if he was to return.

Daniel was temporarily no where to be seen as his brethren died in his so called defense. He let the Reavers hide his betrayal with the death of all the witnesses.

Young Dalamar was fighting bravely. Especially for one with no more power than a mere human who has barely recognized the force. He was thrown out of the melee by a powerful brush of one of the last two Fali monters. The Reavers where still hacking and slashing with fatalistic glee. The numbers of the Death Dealers where dwindling. But in all amazement so where the vampyre's.

The bloody carnage was fantastic. The warriors where covered in blood. Which made the Reavers even more aggressive in there battle lust. Finally the dust had settled. The last of the Death Dealers where in a tight circle. Daniel stood in the center with Dals Father. Dalamar was on the side trying to join back with his brothers that where being slowly surrounded.

The Reavers and Fali where moving in. Dal used his sword to help him stand up. He could hear in the ominous silence his father speak. "Daniel, what are they, how do we beat them?" Daniel just shook his head in a non commital response. "Very well, they will not find us easy meat!" He drew his other Katana off his back. He braced himself against Daniel and waited for the slowly closing in beasts.

All this happened fast, too fast for the wounded Dal to get up and help. Dal saw it all both of them did. Daniel turned around and revealed himself to be the traitor he was. He pierced Dals father in the back. He only had time to turn around with a shocked look on his face. The Reavers closed in and tore him apart....

Daniels shook his head. "Sorry old friend, but you are just in the way. Your son is the important one anyway..." Both Dalamars, screamed. The olders one was like a sonic boom. His dark wings splayed out. He held back no more. he ran into the center of the Melee. He threw aside the Reavers from his fathers dead body. His powers where a red rage as he made the Reavers blood boil underneath there flesh. On seeing there King and leader the remaining Reavers grew still.

Daniel stepped back and very soon was running. The young Dal stood next to his future version as both of them wept over there father. Great sobs came from both of them as one wept tears of pure blood. The Fali and the Reavers where shocked they had been after all only following The Assyrians orders.

Young Dal looked at the older version of himself. "Who are you, and who has done this?" Dalamar the King only looked back. His black snake armor and his black wings could not hide the Death Dealer insignia on his chest.

The older Dalamar spoke. "This is my fault, the one you know as Daniel will one day grow to be very strong in the force and in other ways. He has travelled into the past to make sure that I join him. But today I have learned to the truth and he will pay for this I promise you. This and many other things that he has done."

He cradled his father on his lap. He then picked him up and carried him young Dal stood next to him. To shocked to question the olders Dals revelation. Daniels unfortunately had heard the whole exchange. He smiled, he would control all that power? He would make sure it happened, he would make sure! Then he would make sure these events played out fully.

They carried him to an old oak tree. There they buried him. Older Dalamar took out his Death Dealer weapons the twins to the one the younger one now wore. He carved a message this message.

'Beloved father you will not be forgotten your honor, your integrity is a shining light of justice to all who knew you. May the after life bring you the sweet peace that you brought to so many others. Your life passed to soon we are all the lesser for it. Love your Son Dalamar DeSang.


The Oracle appeared next to the grave, the portal opened. He just stood there waiting. The older Dalamar turned to his younger version. "I wish you well. I do not envy you two people that you have loved very much have died. One is yet to come. Should I tell you not to love?... No, you must make your own decisions, shape your own life. Choose wisely Dalamar, that is all I can say..."

With a wink the Co'Regent was gone to wreak bloody vengence on the Assyrian...

Younger Dalamar was left alone in the silence and the carnage he mourned for his beloved father.

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Oracle: I sent you forward to this time to retrieve the sword.
Further up ahead in the Tower of the First you will find the black heart of the First. It is sucking all the life out of the universe here at this point at the end of time. Even the stars are being sucked into the black hole that the heart is creating.

Dalamar: why?

Oracle: As I already told you. To wipe away any and all opposition. Travelling thru time takes massive amounts of energy. The Heart is the First vampyre. He was sparked thru Dark Magic and the power of the sword. The Blood sword helped make him what he is. The weapon you now carry on your back is in part a creator of your race. Mind you it was not the only factor. But it played a large part.

Oracle: The only thing left of the First is his heart. A life sucking entity that has grown to huge proportions. Its an unnatural life made so by mad vampyre science and twisted sorcery. Its sole function to suck the life and power from here. Tranfer it thru the ruby pilons you saw earlier and send this near limitless power to the Assryian.

Dalamar: Well then why leave the sword here if it is so powerful?

Oracle: Good question. In his arrogance no one knew of his plans for a long time. He thought he was safe. Secondly because the prescence of the sword. (A safe distance away of course.) Makes the First work he hungers to be reuninted with the sword and be whole again. But he or it doesn't know that it or he has been reduced to a black life sucking huge heart. It only knows that it wants the sword and that it is close. Haven't you noticed how much Louder and Harder the heart is beating as you get closer to it. You carry its beloved sword. Quite literally into the heart of darkness.

Oracle: I have subtly guided you along to bring you to this point. The first sword you made to get here is a pale imitation of the one you now hold in your hand. All this time I have been counter moving against the Assyrian to stop him. The more we speak the more my logic circuits reassert themselves. I am the one that sent your friend to help you with the little girl and the Fali Master. If you had failed the test of the board I could not send you where I needed you to go.

The message and the book where given to you by Dak.

Dalamar: Dak is still alive?!!! Where is he!!?

Oracle: For now they are safe him and Aranthol. He said he would sign it J.K. rowling as in keep the jokes rolling and that you would understand. I know you would have figured it out eventually. But time is of the essence and we don't have time for you to be occupied elsewhere in your thoughts. The little girl is his daughter. You must still save her and bring your group back together. Only together can you all three face Daniel. He must be stopped for in his hunger for power he is ending this timeline. What he doesn't know and wont listen to is this. That when one timeline is destroyed it affects the others in a catastrophic way. I don't have time to go into any more. Heed my words gather your forces, stop the Black Heart, find the girl.

Oracle: When you leave this place and return to the board you must request to go to your tomb. There you will find the girl, place the book, and spill blood. Remember the placing of the book gives you the knowledge to make your imitation (HEART of THE DRAGON) This is what allows you to penetrate limbo. The Heart longs for the sword. Your imitation fools it enough to allow you access and a doorway to the world of limbo and my help.

Dalamar: Spill blood?

Oracle: I have no more time. You must move ahead stop the black heart! Stop it our we are all going to die.

Dalamar: You have done well Oracle. You are indeed the man with the plan. I thank you for it.