"Does the Vampire Lord still exist?" I inquired, my voice filled with disbelief.
Archmage Alistair rose from her seat once again, her movements tense as she began to pace around the hall, her hands clasped behind her back.
With a heavy sigh, she continued, "Yes, he's still very much alive. A thousand years ago, the last Dragonlord attempted to vanquish him. Despite the Dragonlord's efforts, the Vampire Lord perished but rose again.
When we tried to seek aid from the Dragonlord, the Vampire Lord attacked us, forcing us into a vow of silence regarding his existence.
Despite our efforts to resist him, he proved too powerful. In order to maintain peace and halt his reign of terror, we were forced to make a pact to provide him with sacrifices every moonless night, which occurs once or twice a month." Her voice quivered as she recounted the grim truth.
