A long, long time ago in a kingdom far, far away, a mortal lord became a vampire and swore to conquer all he saw and make himself the new King of The Wyrding. Even if it meant challenging men and fae alike.

He amassed his armies and marched against the Wyrd King himself crushing anyone who stood in his way. After many years of war, the Wyrd King struck him down in a duel and banished his House to the coldest regions of the Wyrding where they remain to this day.

But was this really such a wise decision?