House Leader - Xenor VaklamIndentXenor Vaklam has been appointed by Empress Lioness (Prince for the time being) as Leader of House Malkavian. This site has been created by him for the benefit of House Malkavian members and the EbN community as a whole. Many hours have been put into this site, and he hopes you all enjoy it.
IndentAs you wait you finally get a good chance to examine the House itself. You notice that if you focus hard enough you can sense magic at work. You ask a passing ghoul if it knows anything about this. It replies that the two crack mirror wielding gargoyles on the outer wall, are magical, they reflect the moon/sunlight through the mirrors onto the lands of House Malkavian to make it appear old and run to the outside observer. The gargoyles move along the wall depending on the position of the moon/sun in the sky. Just as he finishes speaking to you the small creature returns.
IndentIt addresses you happily. "Mr. Vaklam will see you." It was obviously very pleased with itself. "I will take you to his room." The little creature moves off and indicates for you to follow. As you pass through the corridors, ball rooms, and galleries of House Malkavian he tells you a little about Xenor. "Xenor is a ancient and powerful being. Some rumours claim that he is over 15,000 years of age, and is the childe of Malkav himself. I'm not sure though, and its not my place to ask, but hopefully you should find out tonight." He stops in front of an impressive door. "This is Mr. Vaklam's room, knock, wait a moment and then enter. Good luck." With that he departs.
IndentYou knock politely, wait a moment and enter, as instructed. You open the door into a moonlit room. A figure, who you assume is Xenor Vaklam is hovering about three feet above the ground, in the center of the room. "Greetings." The figure motion for you to sit as it lowers itself. "I'm glad you've asked for this opportunity, for I feel it is time to tell my tale." You seat yourself in a very comfortable, oak, lounge. Xenor lands and flashes a charming smile, as he seats himself. For the first time you see him in full moonlight. He is dressed completely in black, complement by black lips, and finger nails. He stands about six feet, two inches, and has a well toned, slender figure. His ebony hair cascades three-quarters of the way down his back, and contrasts greatly to his skin, which is pure white. His eyes are stained crimson red, he as a black tear drop under his left eye, an unusual pattern of black lines snaking their way down his left arm, from his shoulder to his wrist, a silver earring depicting a cross of roses, with a ruby in the center and a skull at the top in his left ear, and a pattern of black spikes directly underneath his right eye. "Where shall we begin? Always so hard to decide where to start, how about we start from the moment I met my sire." You nod eagerly.
Indent"It was more than three millennia ago, but I can still remember as clearly as yesterday. I was twenty-four, and a mighty warrior. We going to war over a large section of land where the buffalo passed through each year. The victorious side, earnt the right to be the only one permitted to hunt those buffalo for the next twenty, so this was a large matter. The night before the battle a stranger entered our camp, request a place to stay the night. We weren't a cruel people and so welcomed him and treated him like one of our own. It was I who had room in my tent for him. The next day we went to battle, when we returned, just after dusk, he had begun preparations for a feast. He claimed that he could see more than we could, and that we would need to eat special food tonight or we would loose on the morrow. The food smelt, and tasted delicious, and we all gorged ourselves. The next morning he was asleep when we return to the battle field. The battle we fought that day was not our style. We were blood thirsty merciless killers, often attempting maneuvers not sane man would ever attempt. That night we return to camp to find yet another delicious feast. The stranger, who had not yet told us his name, said that he would travel through the night to our enemies camp, and learn of their plans the next day to aid us. Hours before the moon was due to give way to the sun he awoke me, saying that we must leave, that powerful magic was going to be used by the enemy and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Half asleep, I felt compelled to go with him, so that night we fled. The next day he slept, claiming to be tired from the traveling. So I watched the battle from afar, instantly regretting leaving my kinsmen to battle on their own. Powerful magic was an understatement. Fire swept through our ranks, from no where. Men where melting to death as our blood crazed enemy charged forth and tore them limb from limb, often eating our warriors. For sixteen hours I sat and listened to the screams of my brothers, and kinsman, as they were burnt or eaten alive, and in some case, both. Just after dark the stranger awoke, and introduced himself as Malkav. He claimed to be more than human, and that is how he knew of the magic. I ignored him, thinking him foolish. That night we travelled to the battle field. I could not hold back the tears as we passed thousand of half eaten, half burnt, men. I found my father, and two brothers. They had gouged their own eyes in fits of agony, and parts of their bodies had been melted or charred by the heat, and chewed by human teeth. We buried them in a clearing a few miles away."
Indent"For the next three years we travelled through the lands of old, searching for the demons that slaughtered my kin. We found nothing, and as each day passed my mental condition changed more and more. We only travelled through the night, for Malkav said his skin burnt easily. I had no problem with this because the nights were cool, and it was far easier on the horses. I would hunt during a few of the daylight hours for my meal that night. I always had plenty of food for the both of us, but Malkav insisted on hunting for his own food, just after dusk. This, he claimed, was his time of meditation, and thus he requested that he be alone. I respected this, for I understood the importance of the hunt to some men, especially those without tribes. One night we travelled through heavy rain, and freezing winds. The next day I could not get out of my bed to hunt. My lungs were weak, and I had a severe fever. By the time dusk had arrived, I had only a few hours to live, but I was yet to avenge the deaths of my kinsman, and would not die easily. Malkav told me he could save me, grant me the gift of everlasting life. He told me of Caine, and the traditions. As his tale came to a close, it was only a few hours till dawn, so he left to feed. When he returned he said he had considered it at great length and said he would sire me, if I wished it. Dawn was fast approaching, as was my death. That night, thirty-two thousand, eight hundred, and fifty-one years ago, I became Kindred. The next thousand years were spent hunting down the Kindred that had helped slaughter my kin, all those years ago. I learnt disciplines, from Clans that are now nonexistent, from the Garou, and from Wraiths and their kin. I was the first of Clan Malkavian, but many more were to come. I have sired eight-one Kindred in my life time, and Malkav sire one hundred and twenty-six that I know of. Most of our time was spent playing with the minds of mortals and Kindred alike. We came to call these games pranks.
IndentAs the years passed I became fascinated with Darkness, and, my fascination spread to one mortal, and then another, and soon there were thousands of creatures dressing as I do now. Unfortunately, society at the time were afraid of such things, and they were often burnt or hunted down as demons. Twenty thousand, four hundred, and nine years ago Malkav was captured by a vampire hunter, it slew him, and I slew it. I hung its body in the square of its home town. The town spent almost two years trying to find me. I fed off each party as it came. For the next decade I maniacally depressed, but his soon faded into denial. Life was empty with Malkav, I need company, so I worked on improving one of my disciplines so that I could make my blood retainers (the small blood red creatures that live here), stronger, faster, and sentient. After many centuries of study and experimentation I perfect the ability. But it wasn't enough, no childe of mine could ever replace Malkav's love of pranking, and the ability with which he pranked. Fifteen thousand years ago, in a fit of desperation I entered a self induced torpor. After thousands of years in torpor my mind developed ways of functioning with the need of blood, so while in torpor I could contemplate things, and I was conscious of how long had passed. I awoke from this semi-torpor a little under nine hundred years ago. I was pleasantly surprised how far Kindred, particular my childer, had spread throughout the world. The odd thing about Kindred now is their love of rumours. Just after I awoke I heard tales about my existence, or lack there of. I soon learnt that politics had stepped into Kindred society and that each of the Clans was very well established. My own clan had developed a reputation for insanity, which of course, I could not deny, suffering from at least three derangements myself. I kept in the shadows of society though, not wanting to choose sides in the politics, I help any Malkavians in whom I saw hope. Only three hundred years ago I discover that I was on of the most power Kindred known to exist. Interesting really, they were so confidant even though rumours and mortal legends were all they knew of me. I must admit, the renaissance had to be my favorite time period, Kindred could walk amongst mortals without fear, knowing that even if mortals knew their true nature they were in no danger. Sadly that time period didn't last long enough, soon enough the seed of the 'Vampire Hunter' was germinated and our kind returned to hiding. I watched the world grow and expand travelling from this place to that. Until I came here. A place where Clans had become Houses, and within these Houses there was no politics. This I knew was to be my home, finally I could show my face, prank, and do all the other things I so enjoy without worry about being bias to one side or the other. I presented myself before the Empress and requested that I be the Head of House Malkavian. It was granted instantly, fore she had heard of the rumours and thought me a fitting leader for our House. So here I am. I reside in a Malkavian Keep, home of House Malkavian. I only leave to feed, and attend important matters, after all the Network lets me communicate with my kin in far away cities. So I need not travel every again." You listened to every word, captivated by his smooth voice for hours. When he finally finished you blinked and swallow hard. You thank him profusely, you look down at your hands for a moment to form a sentence in you mind, something to express you appreciation to him, but when you raise your eyes again he is gone. You look out the window and realize it will be dawn soon......
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