Athes bore witness to Jacobs life in its whole and unfiltered state. He witnessed every moment of his life. From his days growing up under a dome, beneath the scorched sky.

His anger at childhood bullies. His grief at the lose of his mother and not long later his father.

Athes bore witness to a world destroyed by men. Normally he would find a blackened sky a comfort, but through his eyes through him he felt all those emotions he had so little experience with come flooding in.

He saw the day that Jacob arrived here. He saw the dome that stood high above his head, the artificial sun making its way across the sky.

He felt the fear and anxiety as he was thrust into this world froth with danger. He felt the warmth and comfort of the great mother bear. And he felt the love he felt for Hethara.

It was all too much so he pushed it away. He mind could not process what he was seeing. His still heart could not hold the flood pouring into him from Jacob. So, he rejected it.

Jacob felt Athes pulling back, he felt his resistance to all that he was experiencing, Love, Lose, Anger, Grief. These foreign emotions flooded the stagnant heart of Athes.

"Open your heart to me, and experience what the world can be. I will show you everything.”

Athes after a moment’s hesitation, Athes opened the gates of his cold heart letting in the flood.

Athes’ eyes grew distant, as tears of crimson flowed down his cheeks. The same became of Jacob, crimson streams flowed from his eyes.

Back upon the world, the children of Night Father wept. No matter where they were. No matter how black of heart they were, every vampire on the planet began crying tears of crimson.

They felt what Athes felt. They saw as he saw, their hearts eternally open to him were flooded by Jacob’s emotions through Athes. Their mind too were flooded by his memories.

Even those black hearts who could strike down entire villages for the fun of it felt weak at the horrors playing out before them. Weapons that erased everything for miles.

Men responsible for the deaths of millions. None among them could claim their heart was so black as to be unaffected by what played out before their eyes.

So it was that in the face of this flood, they collapsed.

Jacob turned his head as he heard others begin to join them. Dozens of gods had been watching. They had come forth making their presence known, as they wanted to see for themselves what could move the cold heart of Athes such that he would shed tears.

Jacob felt them poking and prodding, trying to enter his mind, and so he let them in, and many of them to fell.

Many began muttering, seeming to be speaking to no one, but he knew they were speaking to their followers.

Jacob turned to Koranum he gazed deep into her eyes and she into his, then she fell to her knees.

Far across the sea and several years ago lived a witch alone in a forest. Rashen, (R, au, sh, n), rose at the dawn to tend to her plants. Being a woman of arcane means, she had managed to fashion herself a comfortable life here deep in the forest, and away from prying eyes. She stripped down from her nightly attire, with a flick of her wrist and a little bit of Prestidigitation her robes were clean, ready for that night.

She stepped into her shower adn began chaneling mana into the floor. As she did so the water began flowing. She had enchanted the shower head to heat or cool the water as she so decided. She reveled in her warm shower. Her long blond hair swept back as the water poured down on her from the water generation crystal serving as the water source for her shower.

She washed herself and stepped from the shower. Her naked for quickly covered as her bath robe flew from its rack to cover her. She stepped into her room and dressed.

That fateful day, early in the morning just after sunrise, she heard a commotion in the distance. Having prepared for unwanted visitors she invoked the wards she had placed in the forest around her humble abode.

To an outside observer it would have appeared as if the home simply vanished into thin air. When in fact it was hidden by advanced illusions and protected from invasion.

Rashen sat down upon her favorite chair, waving her hands over a still bason of water. Slowly an image resolved itself within the bowl. She saw a man of unnatural speed fleeing from a group of adventurers. The man raced throught the forest though oddly he avoided anywhere the sun shined through the tree cover, desperation painted across his face.

There were five in the party that hunted him.

Two who flew, one appearing to be a wizard man, given by his distinctive purple spellcaster’s robe. The second appearing to be a ranger riding a flying broom.

The three upon the ground were a man without shame, a barbarian undoubtably based upon how little clothes he wore. Beside him raced a large cat that was slowly gaining on the vampire.

Through her scrying pool she saw the female druid that had become this feline in order to better pursue her prey. The final was a man in light armor, his face covered by a mask. To her eyes that mask glowed like the moon.

It would not be long now they we surely gaining ground upon the pale man. Upon a closed look Rashen realized why they pursued this man, for he was not a man. He was a vampire.

His golden iris' were unheard of for vampires as far as she knew. His short raven black hair flowed in the wind as he ran. 'He is a handsome one.' Rashen thought. For a brief moment, her consentration was desturbed. The image faded allowing her to see her own hazel eyes and her soft smile reflecting in the bowl. She shook her head and bring her mind back into focus and the image returned.

Rashen smile, “Athes be praised.” She had long needed several ingredients that came most conveniently from vampires. Rashen whispered unto the void as she raised up her arms. Her hands moved almost on their own she had used this spell so much in her younger years at the academy.