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"hey...I ate a boy scout once..." Vincent stated stubbornly before lifting his glass from the table and taking a drink. He returened the glass to the table and folded his hands ontop of eachother as he listened" I tried something like that once, when a mage named Desmond Demora trapped me in an pocket outside of this dimension for a a few years...but then again, I did go quite insain sitting alone in a bubble for that long"

"Very well, Where to start....I was 1896 years old and I was in Germany researching rumors of a very powerful and evil book known as the Necronomicon, all the previous owners of the book were said to have contracted a strange disease and died horribly before ever finishing the tome. well as you know I am a vampire so I figured I could finish the book because...well whats a disease gonna do.. kill me...." Vincent let out a small chuckle"The only catch was that the book with only four originals left, one in the British museum, the second in The Harvard library,the third in Arcam Masatusis and the fourth was in possession of a man named Desmond Demora who lived in a large Mansion in Germany, perfect I thought, I would go after it, kill the old man and take the book after all it was the closest. So I set out, and it only took me a few days to get there. I simply strolled in like I owned the place. The old man was nowhere to be found on the first floor so I headed Down into the basement to check there first, What I found at first was not what Was looking for, a large chamber fulled with skeletons and rotting corpses of all kinds. with a little searching i found a grand library unlike any I have ever seen to this day. Thousands upon thousands of books so as you can imagine it took me a few houris to sift threw the legions of tomes but eventually I found it, It was huge at least 80lbs. and its pages were written on something that I content identify at the moment, human skin. Truly a frightening book. Just as I was about to take my leave a voice rang out form behind me, a voice that seemed to full the room' who are you?' it said and of cource I did not answer. I ignored it and made my way to the stare case, When I got back to the top floor all the furniture was missing except for a single chair that sat in the middle of the room holding an elderly gentle man. The man was quite insane and began to spout something about me being a zebra. I was just going to ignore the fool and leave with the book when the doors slammed shut. I whipped around to look a the old man who was standing now leaning heavily on a Cain muttering something under his breath. The next thing I knew I had been speared threw the torso by a large vine that had sprouted form the ground below me. A wound that would have proven fatal to a human, but to me it was a mere inconvenience. I pried myself from the spike and a great battle ensued between me and the old man. It became evident very quickly that neither of us was able to kill the other, him with his magic and me with my physical ability's. In the end He had stricken me with a bolt of lightning and when my sences recovered a moment later i was trapped in a bubble surrounded by nothingness."

" I spent many a year trying to figure a way out, but the answer seemed hopeless and I just gave up with thinking, my mind snapped, I wanted out and I wanted out right then. I began to just hit the bubble, just rakeing at it with my claws, pounding at it with my fists , I was just blind with anger. I swung at it for three days strait before it finally began to crack, The bubble that Desmond Had said to be unbreakable was cracking under my fists. I hammered away at it until it finaly shattered around me spitting me out violently in the living room of Desmond's old abandoned mansion. I tore that building apart from the roof to the basements with my bare hands hoping to find him but I found was room upon room fulled with skeletons. For the next three years I vented my anger at being locked up for one hundred and fifty years by searching for Desmond and killing any poor smuck who so much as annoyed me before a wise old woman helped me back to man I am today, Not too evil, Not too good, just Vincent Voladu. But that is a story for another day" He said with a smile

VIncent gave a soft chuckle,"enough about me, what about you. I whant to know what Lady Aurahkah, the almost unstopable toumb robber has done." Vincent siad with a smile raising his glass to his lips and takig a drink

"Not at all" he said standing and draning the last of his cup into his mouth. he made his way over to the sink washing his cup out and placeing it in before begunning to clean up the kitchen form the meal he had prepared " Why were you running threw the forset in a blind rage, what got you so angry?"

Bradwen sat straight up and opened his eyes, proceeding to stand and brush himself off as if he had just tripped instead of spending two days out cold with a gaping hole in his arm. He looked down at his arm and wondered why it was a little sore, just remembering his encounter with the dead tree and fence the other day. His sleeve no longer existed as part of his shirt, instead just ripped grren strands and some blood-soaked spots were all that was left. Hearing a slightly loud flapping in the wind, he looked up to see the remainer of his sleeve still spiked on the fence, thrashing about like a small flag.

"Hey! I need that to fix my shirt!" Bradwen said, jumping and thrying to catch the sleeve.

It was obviously too high for Bradwen to reach, so he began to climb the fence the best he could, slowly inching his way toward the tip. As he neared it, he reached up and grabbed it, grinning as he let go of the fence. The distince ripping sound was heard again, followed by a loud thud in the mess of rotted wood below the fence.

"Got it!" Bradwen said, rubbing his head.

Aura had stiffened a little at the action. Not too many people had their hands close to the engraved gold. She took a breath and released it slowly, as she finished drying the dishes before speaking again. "My father's temple...or rather my own. Well it wasn't mine at the time, I had already been given the boot years before. I had gone back thinking maybe I could find something to pawn off. I did find something, this, but I didn't have the sense to pawn it off did I?"