The story of Count Vashra

[Count Vashra]

Hello. This is a piece of background on my Vampire Lord, Count Vashra (okay, that's my username, but it just sounds so great and suitable. There's another twist: Count Vashra was an Elf

Edi: This is now Chapter 1.

Edit: Before siring, Count Vashra was a High Elf Noble of Caledor. He had a sister called Eleanor Greensea, and a special relationship with his Dragon, Idracna. Vashra and Eleanor had grand plans of Vashra becoming a Prince, or even Phoenix King, and Vashra worked towards his goal by doing impressive feats, and political manoeuvring and manipulation. He planned and schemed for decades, but was interrupted by and invasion of Ulthuan by Malekith the Witch King and N'Kari, a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh. Vashra and Idracna fought hard to defeat the Druchii and Daemons, and protect Eleanor. Also, Vashra sent his eenmies to the front lines, as a covert way of removing them. Eventually, the Druchii and the Daemons were repulsed, but when the casualties were counted and the combatants returned home, Vashra found Eleanor was missing, and Idracna was badly wounded. Vashra relaised what had happene to Eleanor, but before he could act, Idracna declared that he would be travelling to the Plane of Bones, for he felt his life was ending, and Vashra begged to go with him. After an argument, the Dragon relented, knowing that if he tarried much longer he would not reach his desired resting place, and Vashra flew with him to the PLane. Vashra stayed with Idracna to the end, and began burying him when his life finished. he had almost completed the work when he saw a cloaked figure approaching. He drew the knife h always carried, and warned the intruder to stay back. The stranger kept on coming, and Vashra leapt at him. he was easily knocked aside, and the person kept on walking. He selected a corpse, and began to chant an incantation to raise it. Horrified at this defilement of the dragon's body, even though he had never known it, Vashra retrieved his knife and went towards the stranger again.
"Do not defile that great dragon's corpse!" he demanded.
The stranger laughed. "And how will you stop me? I am a Vampire!" Seizing the corrupted wind of Dhar, he hurled a bolt at Vashra. He dodged, but more bolts came. "I can keep doing this, you know. Or you can just run away, little elf," he sneered.
Vashra exploded, and raced towards the Vampire. A haze of darkness entrapped him, and he fell, choking, to the ground.
After raising his dragon, Count Volos von Carstein waited with the dead elf. He knew that in time the magic of undeath would flow through his veins, and gave it a little encouragement, using the miasma of Dhar to attract and capture the magic of the dead, and then channel it into the elf's body.
After a while, Vashra woke up, and rubbed his eyes. he saw a hazy outline. "Is that...is that Asuryan's halls?" His vision cleared, and he realised he was still on the Plain of Bones. "But-I'm dead!" he protested.
"You were, but then I used the power of necromancy to restore you." explained the stranger. He offered his hand. "Take my hand." Vashra took it.
"I am Vashra of House Emeraldsea of Ulthuan, but why did you restore me to undeath?" asked Vashra.
"I saw you had a strong will, and other qualities my bloodline, or Vampire family, admire," explained the Vampire. "The proof is that your still whole and sane, even after being restored by necromancy, the most unstable and corrupting magic."
"I will not be a savage, insane creature of death," declared Vashra. "Be gone, Vampire!"
"Too late. Or would you rather be properly dead?"
"Actually, I wouldn't. Thank you."
"Good. Now, you seem incredibly desperate for these dragons to be safe," continued the Vampire.
"Yes, I do," replied Vashra.
"Do you have any special connections here? Why did you come to the dragon cemetery. Before I restored you, you could not resurrect the dead."
"I came with my dragon Idracnir, to care for him in his last moments."
"What happened?"
"The Druchii. And they took my sister,' explained Vashra.
"Well, I can't get you your sister back right now, but do you want your dragon back?" offered the Vampire.
Vashra considered it. He did not want to tear Idracnir from Kurnuous the hunter god's paradise, but he desperately wanted to have his friend back. He accepted, and Volos raised Idracnir.
After the incantation, Vashra asked, "The elves will not accept a creature of the dead. Where can I go?"
"Come with me. I will show you Sylvania, where the Vampires live in harmony with the humans. You can build your army and start your quest for revenge on the Druchii, which you will no doubt want," said the Vampire.
"Yes, I would." Vashra climbed onto Idracnir, stroking his freshly dead skin. "I promise I will restore as much of you as possible," he whispered. The Vampire then led Vashra and Idracnir to Sylvania.


How does that look? Feedback and criticism welcome.

 

[Deathless Dreamer]

It's good, but I think it's too short. You didn't go into enough depth regarding his motivations, like why he wanted to become a vampire when he already has a very long lifespan and great power. Also why would him flying to the plain of bones cause him to forsake all his grand schemes? I think you should elaborate on these points.
Otherwise it's very interesting, though I personally don't like the idea of an Elf becoming a vampire - I just don't see why one would want to be immortal when they live so long anyway. But that's just my opinion.

 

[Count Vashra]

I edited the post.

 

[Corien Sumatris]

Okay, so I like the story of it all, but be ready incase you get some flack from the Fluff masters out there. It's been said on a few other threads that there isn't a way for an Elf to become vampiric. The high magic running through the elves vains kills him/her before the venom can take affect.

That said, I'm very much so on the belief that this game is entirely based on what you make it. I mean, no one should care if your back story doesn't match GW's everchanging, inconsistent background. I mean, look at it this way, the black coach exists to help regrow the vampire after he has died right? Because vampires can't ever fully die. Well where's Vlads black coach? Where's Isabella's black coach? Where's Konrads black coach?

Anywho, write the story that you want, and that gives your characters a personality. It will help to get you super involved in the hobby and care about your army.

 

[Count Vashra]

Thanks! Also when I do my army that's going to form the basis of it (Vamp Lord, Zombie Dragon, Terrorghiests, Ethereals) Also ELves are my second choice if I ever get tired of Vamps (I probably won't) so I'm linking them. And I'm ready for all the flak in the world.

 

[Corien Sumatris]

In all reality, the group of people here are good and they won't give you flak, you probably won't get it any harder than what I said.

So I know this is your Fluff thread but a few questions for fun

-Are you using the zombie dragon kit for the lord or the high elf kit? Even the dark elf kit, as it would be a pretty solid compromise, then just put a highelf on the dragon instead of a darkelf!

-What is the rest of your army going to look like then? Is it going to be entirly elves or just the lord? Are you going to run Necromancers? Wight Kings? More Vampires?

-What of his sister? Is she to be found or will it remain as a mystery?

- IMO, I think you should make some undead Dark Elves, maybe for a wight king or some black knights (thats an idea I had, Cold One black knights! yes please). The idea that Vashra seeked out vengence against them, then required them to serve him and kill their kin is a dark side of revenge that only vampires can know.

 

[Get of W'soran]

Okay, so I like the story of it all, but be ready incase you get some flack from the Fluff masters out there. It's been said on a few other threads that there isn't a way for an Elf to become vampiric. The high magic running through the elves vains kills him/her before the venom can take affect.

"I AM DISPLEASED"

Na! Seriously, as I've always said, if you want to go one way when GW says things go another...well who cares, it's your story! :tongue:

I really enjoyed reading this Short and fun!

 

[Count Vashra]

Interesting ideas, there, Corien.

1. I think I'll use a Dark Elf Dragon with a High Elf Prince model as Count vashra.

2. I'll be using Ethereals (Hexwraiths,Banshees etc.) where possible, and I think I'll use some Terrorgheists. I'll be using one or two Hero Necromancers (I won't have the points for Lord Master Necromancers).

3. Now, Vashra's sister. That would be interesting. I think I'll say that he finds her eventually, and then perhaps use her as a femal Vampire (the Hero version, because she will have much less experience and power). if I use her, she'll be the BSB.

4. Undead Dark Elf Black Knights sounds like an interesting idea. I could use Cold One Black Knights, Dark Elf Spearmen as Skeletons (Hm, maybe not enough bone, too much flesh..? drop that) and W Dreadlord Wight King would look interesting.

Great ideas. I'll see what I can come up with. Might post them in The Dark Art if I'm confident enough about my camera and conversion work. It'll certainly be an interesting looking army, and a literal take on 'conversion'!

 

[Corien Sumatris]

I think the Darkelf dragon will be awesome looking!! BSB's in the vamp book aren't amazing, I would say just make her a baby blender. for the dark elves you can always give them naked skulls and skeleton arms instead of their normal arms. You want them to have sword and sheild instead of spears anyways.

Be confident in yourself (Camera's can be iffy though lol), Give it a shot, if you like then post it! show the world (Or atleast the important part of the world that is CN) your awesome ideas, and you may even get some pointers on the way!!

 

[Count Vashra]

Thanks for the advice and ideas Corien! I'll try putting the Skeleton arms, heads and swords on the Dark Elf Warriors. An Undead Dark Elf army would look pretty amazing I think.

Edit: I think a High Elf Dragon would fit the fluff of it being Vashra's Dragon friend from Ulthuan that he resurrected better.

 

[Corien Sumatris]

Yeah it would!! I'm excited to see what it looks like!!

 

[Count Vashra]

also, because one of my opponents has a Dark Elf army (depending if he uses it) so we could have a campaign based around this story. If we do I'll post up the storyline as It goes (so the post at the top of this page is Chapter 1).

 

[Deathless Dreamer]

 

[Count Vashra]

Okay. I found out that my opponent will not be using Dark Elves, so there goes my fluff campaign idea, but I decided that I could continue this story regardless. Here's the next section.

Chapter 2.

As Count Vashra and his sire flew to Sylvania on their undead mounts, Vashra had many questions.
"For a start, you never told me your name?"
"Oh, right. Silly me!" laughed his sire. "I am Count Volos (OOC: not very close to a von Carstein sounding name, but it was the best I could come up with) von Cartsein."
"And what is this 'von Carstein' you keep nattering on about?"
"This von Carstein? That is my bloodline! In effect, a Vampire's family. Sadly, after our great Master Vlad was destroyed by the Empire, the family self-destructed. Konrad was next in line after Vlad's wife Isabella died, but was insane, ad started to destroy the empire in Sylvania Vlad had attempted to build. Eventually, his blood-brother, as in sired by the same Vampire, Mannfred left. he later returned with the power to destroy Konrad. Therefore, the von Carstein bloodline is in tatters, and I and Mannfred are the last von Carsteins."
"It's obvious, isn't it?" asked Count Vashra. "Someone must resurrect Vlad."
"Ha! Do you think I haven't tried?" asked Count Volos. "But no. The Ring of von Carstein that used to keep him alive has vanished, so he is gone, or at least until enough dust containing his essence is blown together over the millennia."
"And what of the residents? Do they tolerate Vampire rulers?" Count Vashra was worried. While in Ulthuan he had enjoyed political intrigue, he did not want to live in fear of death for the rest of his life.
"The humans there see us as benficial overlords," replied Count Volos. "And whenever you need to feed, as in, the Hunger, for no other nourishments are necessary, they happily volunteer themselves."
Count Vashra shook his head. "Easily exploitable fools," he muttered.

Some time passed, and then Count Volos shouted, "Look, Count Vashra! Vlad's castle! (OOC: Either it's in the Army Book, or if not, it's basically Dracula's castle) We are now in Sylvania. You will live here from now on, or until you find a new home."
They set down, and the dragons were sent underground, to be summoned whenever needed. Volos gave Vashra a tour around the castle.
"There a number of empty rooms containing coffins. Select one. Mannfred's gone on one of his excursions, so I'll explain when he returns. I'm sure he'll welcome a blood nephew-I'm his blood brother, in fact his last, so that makes you his blood nephew. I didn't sire you, or turn you, but best to keep the illusion up, or we'll both be dead, I think. He always did like me, so he should be fine with you." Count Volos continued the tour. Volos took Vashra into a graveyard nearby. Something bestial loped past on all fours.
"What in Isha's name was that?" Vashra gasped. Volos grapped Vashra by the neck, and made a slight cut.
"I don't know who or what Isha is, but I'm guessing it's something to do with elves, and I will not tolerate any elven references around here. Neither will Mannfred. You are still alive only because you are a fresh blood, and I already like you. But speak of elves again in Sylvania, and..." Volos cut his claw across Vashra's neck, drawing more blood. "Understood?" he demanded.
"Yes. Now let me go," Vashra begged. he was released, and caught himself before falling to the ground.
"And for your information, Vashra, that was a Ghoul," Volos continued, as if he not just threatened his friend with death. "We kill them when possible, because they're nuisances, but if you can c0ontrol them, they're useful fighters."
"I'll remember that," replied Vashra.

That's chapter 2. Next chapter, Vashra meets Count mannfred, and deepens his necromantic training. How's it looking so far?

 

[Deathless Dreamer]

The reasons for your character becoming a vampire are weak at best. That's my problem with this fluff. "I will live for millennia!" "You will live for eternity". I don't think living for eternity would be such an attractive prospect for an elf. Maybe for a short-lived human which is why most, if not all vampires, are human, and the fear of death was the origin of vampires anyway, with Nagash creating the Elixir with the sole intent of escaping death. But an elf would simply not want to be a vampire.

The origins of vampires lie within humanity's fear of death, and I don't think Elves fear death like humans do in Warhammer. Imagine if you knew that you would live for thousands of years, and lived a life not surrounded by death as a human is, but by life. Why would you then fear death to the extent that you would sacrifice your elven pride (because elves are extremely prideful remember) to live forever even when you are going to live for thousands of years anyway?

Also, the issue of him bringing back his dragon. How would he know that becoming a vampire would guarantee that he would get his dragon back? What sorcery is available to a vampire that an elf, a master of magic, would not have access to? Was it not the Dark Elves who taught Nagash to use Dark Magic in the first place, making them the true masters of it and not vampires? Also why would he not just be able to get another dragon? Why does he need a dragon at all?

Another thing to think about is the fact that when an elf is bitten by a vampire and has the blood kiss performed on them, their blood, which is apparently much more capable at resisting disease than that of a human, totally rejects that of the vampire in a very violent manner. By that I mean it makes them explode. Therefore it would be impossible for an elf to become a vampire in the way that a human would become a vampire in the established background.

 

[Lynks]

You can always take some liberties with the fluff and the concept of elven vampires has popped up here and there even in GW's own works (although not very frequently of late).

While the dark elves did teach nagash dark magic, it was he who made necromancy and the elixir which focused dark magic and necromancy. When the vampires came along, the blood kiss essentially binds their soul to their physical form, making them much much better vessels of controlling dark magic and necromantic energies, which pool around them.

Deathless Dreamer has a fair criticism on the lifespan part though- it's stated quite bluntly whenever it comes up that no elf would ever choose vampirism for immortality as their lives are so absurdly long anyway, so perhaps twerking the motivations would serve for a better story. Still, a good decent

 

[Deathless Dreamer]

I think it would be perfectly plausible for an elf to become a vampire, or something close to a vampire, just not in the way that a human would become one.

For example, an elf could be so obsessed with total mastery over magic that he consumes large amounts of warpstone (like Nagash did) and become something more than an elf. Not quite a vampire, just a very powerful elf that can easily harness Dark Magic, though then he would be closer to Chaos than undeath; though in that vein undeath was also caused by Chaos...

Alternatively you could say that the elf died in a place where there was a lot of warpstone or where a lot of Dark Magic had gathered and his corpse was imbued with Dark Magic, bringing him back to life as a vampire (or something like a vampire) with mastery over the dead.

The possibilities are endless, but just steer clear of the whole blood kiss thing.

 

[Count Vashra]

I think it would be perfectly plausible for an elf to become a vampire, or something close to a vampire, just not in the way that a human would become one.

For example, an elf could be so obsessed with total mastery over magic that he consumes large amounts of warpstone (like Nagash did) and become something more than an elf. Not quite a vampire, just a very powerful elf that can easily harness Dark Magic, though then he would be closer to Chaos than undeath; though in that vein undeath was also caused by Chaos...

Alternatively you could say that the elf died in a place where there was a lot of warpstone or where a lot of Dark Magic had gathered and his corpse was imbued with Dark Magic, bringing him back to life as a vampire (or something like a vampire) with mastery over the dead.

The possibilities are endless, but just steer clear of the whole blood kiss thing.

Right. Making those changes2.

 

[Count Vashra]

Chapter 3

That night, Count Vashra walked into the garden, seeking a quiet place. he found a suitable spot. He knelt down, and prayed.
"Asuryan, forgive me. I did not mean to become a creature of death, but I really had no choice in the matter, and I got my dragon back. I will now use my powers for good, to bring justice to our sundered kin, and rescue my sister. Please, do not ignite the flames against me, and do not judge me for this if ever I walk into your holy Flame to be Phoenix King. I beg you, Lord of Heaven and Phoenix God. I also beg forgiveness from Isha, for using a parody of her gentle life magic. See into my heart, and know that I remain a pure elf of Ulthuan, and a noble of House Emeraldsea. Do not hold my undeath against me, I pray, Goddess of life and favourer of the Asrai. I will pray every night, to renew my loyalty to you, and the other gods."
Having finished his prayer, Vashra rose, and walked into his castle's library, to study the raising of the dead. He experimented with several corpses, but knew he would need more practice to get it right, so he continued for the night. When light came, he went into a coffin, and slept out the day.
When he awoke, he found Volos in the study room, surrounded by humans.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Volos looked up. "I was wondering when you would awaken," he began. "These humans, like most in Sylb=vania, are willingly giving me their necks, so I don't have to hunt." he resumed drinking.
Vashra backed away. "I'll be back when your done." he dashed into the library to study necromancy.
Several hours later h judged that Volos had had enough time to drink his fill, and saw the last humans filing out.
"I only drink what they offer," Volos stated.
"Right."
"So, did I make the right decision to raise you?" he asked.
"Yes," Vashra answered. "I like the power, and I'm starting to master necromancy."
"You'll get it eventually," said Volos. "It just takes practice."
"That's good to know."
The main door opened. "That'll be Mannfred," said Volos. "I'll introduce you."
They walked through to the front door. Mannfred was standing there, resplendent in his fine armour, and holding his sword.
he greeted them. "Hello, Volos. At the door as usual, I see." he turned and looked at Vashra. "And who would this be?" he asked.
Volos pushed Vashra forwards. "This is Count vashra, my first get. I sired him a few nights ago. What do you think? A worthy successor to the von Carstein line?"
"Well, it was your decision," mentioned Mannfred. "But yes, he is good. I sense willpower there, and determination. You chose well." He walked up to Vashra, and flashed his sword. "This is my magic sword. I use it to draw magic from the corpses of those I slay." He tapped his armour proudly. "And this is the Armour of Temple Hoth. It gives me extreme resilience, making me near unkillable in combat. I also have mastered the darker arts of necromancy and death to the highest degree possible.' Except for Nagash, he thought. "What about you?" he asked.
"I'm starting on necromancy," replied Vashra. "But I'm not that good at it. Still, with time, I should get it to a fine art, maybe even as good as yourself."
Mannfred laughed. "As good as myself? I am far beyond what either of you could learn. But keep up with the study. I might teach you myself."
"Well, in person would be better than some old book," said Vashra.
Mannfred glared at him. "I wrote those books myself. I spent years compiling them. You will escape unscathed tonight, for I would not destroy my blood-nephew mere nights after his siring. Plus I would not destroy my blood-brother's get so quickly, or in sight. But next time you insult me, hope for mercy."
"My apologies. I didn't realise," apologised Vashra.
"Accepted. Now, show me what you have learnt so far. No child of Vlad should be without some magic. And don't mention Konrad."
"Why not?" asked Vashra.
"I said don't mention him!" snapped Mannfred. They went to the study room, where Vashra had cleared space by taking out the desks and chairs to practice, and Vashra showed Mannfred all he had learnt, which was precious little. But Mannfred was impressed nonetheless, and began teaching (he thought) his blood-nephew more necromancy.
Every day, Vashra tested his resistance to the sun, and every night, at dusk, he went to that place in the garden to pray, then before Mannfred or Volos realised he had gone missing he returned, and continued his necromancy lessons with Mannfred.

That's chapter 3. I was guessing Mannfred's personality, based on what little I've read, and I hope I got it right. Not sure what chapter 4 should be, but what do you think of the rest of the chapter (and I fixed the Blood Kiss issues, so he's not so much a Vampire but an undead elf who retained his personality and will.

 

[Sweeney Todd]

I personally think Vashra's speech could be a little more formal, it is currently a little too modern/casual IMO. That aside, sustained effort is always good

 

[Count Vashra]

Thank you for the feedback, Sweeney! When I do my next chapter-actually now- I'll formalise the language. Would Vashra call Mannfred blood-uncle, Lord or Mannfred?

Chapter 4
Vashra continued his lessons with Mannfred for the next few weeks. Then, one night as he began to get into the more advanced stages of necromancy, where he was learning to control armies without assistance, Mannfred approached him.
"I am pleased with your progress, Vashra. I see you are starting to control armies with great efficiency. I have an offer to make you."
"What is it, blood-uncle?"
"I have been told that you have a dragon's corpse lying around here somewhere, correct?"
"That is correct, blood-uncle. He came with me from the Plain of Bones, where Volos found me. I selected him because he looked useful, but as I knew no magic at the time, Volos had to raise it."
"Good. I have decided to advance your training. Do you feel ready to raise a dragon?"
"I do, blood-uncle. I believe I am ready," replied Vashra. Isha forgive me, he thought desperately. "I await your instruction."
Mannfred smiled. "Excellent. Dawn is breaking. get to your coffin. We will begin tomorrow." The two hurried to their coffins before the sun could touch them.
When Vashra knew Mannfred and Volos were asleep, he snuck out to his makeshift shrine, and begged the gods to forgive his sacrilege, promising he would the corpses to attack the Dark Elves and resuce his sister, if she was still alive.
The next night, Mannfred and Vashra awoke, and Vashra began to practice with the massive energies needed to raise his Dragon. He spent many nights practicing, and after several weeks he began to raise Idracnir and his army at the same time. As the months passed, he found he could raise and sustain more and more corspses at once, and more and more degraded corpses.
Eventually, after many years, Mannfred began teaching him how to bind spirits and Hexwraiths to his will. When he was ready, Vashra asked Mannfred if he had completed enough training to be a great Vampire.
"You still have not reached my level," Mannfred answered. "But no matter. I expected that. As for whether you are high enough, that is another matter. Here is what I shall do. I will lend my army to Volos. You will use everything you have learnt to fight him. If you beat him, or survive until sunrise, you are ready. The test will start as soon as it is dark enough for you to both operate at full power. Until then, continue training. I have taught Volos for 8 years. Be careful. he is powerful and dangerous. Go, tell him to prepare for the fight tomorrow night."
"Thank you, blood-uncle. I shall inform him."
Vashra found Volos and told him.
"Really? be ready. I will not go easy on you. You must be sure."
"I am sure," asserted Vashra. "Use everything you have."
"Glady," smiled Volos.
At the appointed night, when the sun's rays were just fading, the two combatants raised their armies, with Vashra riding Idracnir and Volos riding a Terrorgheist. Their armies were arrayed before them. The battlefield was in a large area far from Mannfred's castle, with plenty of room. Mannfred, who had appointed himself as referee, arrived in his Armour and wielding his sword. He mentally told the combatants to start. The armies marched towards each other, driven by the will of the sorcerers, and the dragon and Terorgheist flew down the middle. Before the lines closed, Volos' Terrorgheist unleashed a brain-curdling shriek. Swathes of Vashra's army collapsed, and Vashra himself was almost knocked off Idracnir's back. He recovered, and resurrected some of his casualties from the shriek. Swooping low, he zoomed in on Volo's Black Knights. Idracnir destroyed most of them, and the survivors could not pierce his hide. Vashra finished the rest with his sword. The Terrorgheist shrieked again, but Vashra was ready, and managed to raise some more of his army this time. On the ground, Vashra's army was demolishing Volos' army, because it was kept small so Mannfred could concentrate on his magic, but now Mannfred was not supporting it, so the difference in numbers told.
Volos used what magic he had learnt to try to keep control of the battle, cutting swathes through Vashra's army and healing any damage to his terrogheist, and then unleashed a Wind of Death. The swirling vortex swept through Vashra's army, and Vashra himself barely managed to pull Idracnir up in time to avoid it. he relased the Grave Guard he had been trying to raise, and with all his effort attempted to contain the whirling storm of death. Volos put hi efforts into maintaining the spell, and eventually detonated it, but accidentally blowing a hole in the flank of his army. Vashra saw the gap, and before it could be sealed he sent his Black Knights in, and they rolled up Volos' flank. He sent cavalry up the other flank, and squished his opponent's army.
After several hours of fighting, Mannfred stopped the battle.
"I think it is quite clear that Vashra has won this fight," he announced. Vashra smiled and Volos cursed.
"The rest of the night is yours, as I expect you've been drained a little by this battle."
Vashra and Volos flew over to each other, and Mannfred seized control of his army back, allowing Volos to dismount, before sending it to its usual resting place.
"So, that was a relief that I've passed my training," said Vashra.
"Well done, Vashra," smiled Volos. "I know you could do it. The Terrogheist was the only reason my army lasted as long as it did. I'm pleased that you passed."
"I am too." Vashra got off Idracnir, and sent his army to their resting place.
"So now what will you do?" asked Volos.
"Remember I told you about the Dark Elves and my sister?"
"Yes?"
"It is time to rescue her, and destroy the 'noble' house who took her. In fact, I shall destroy them all, and then use them as my soldiers!" he laughed evilly.
"Good plan. We'll need to clear it with Mannfred, and think of a good excuse to for attack Naggaroth so soon."
"Don't worry," said Vashra. "I have it all under control."

Next chapter-Vashra goes to Naggaroth to find his sister, kill the Dark Elves, and raise them.

 

[Sweeney Todd]

When I said that your characters' speech was too casual, I meant something like they should use 'My apologies' instead of 'Sorry'. Also, I find it strange that Vashra should formally call Mannfred 'blood uncle' at one moment and then call him 'Mannfred' the next. Nitpicks aside though, I think your story could use a little more detail in some places, like the battle for instance. But still, good going

 

[Count Vashra]

Right, I'll get onto those, and I'll expand the battle. May be interrupted halfway through the editing, but I'll get back as soon as I can. This is turning out to be an exciting project, and I'm going to base my army on this.

Edit: Changes made.

 

[Count Vashra]

Chapter 5

Vashra went into his secret shrine and asked for the gods' forgiveness, or at least, tolerance, of his condition and acts, and promised to travel to Naggaroth soon. The night after that, he decided to make his move. After Mannfred and Volos finished drinking for the night, at which he was also absent, he came into the room, and made his announcement.
"Blood-uncle. I am going to Naggaroth tonight. I will take my army and dragon, and Volos may accompany me if he wishes, and you permit it. I have some personal matters to settle there. As I said before, I intend to travel tonight."
"Naggaroth?" asked Mannfred, surprised. "What good would going there be? You do realise we are at war with the Empire?"
"I do, blood-uncle. I haave chosen it as a place for my first campaign, and I would love to pit the strength of the Vampire against the fey. It would be an interesting experiment of my powers."
"That sounds like a good idea," decided Mannfred. "Take your army, 'requisition' the required ships, and go."
Volos stood up. "I will go, too."
"Fine," said Mannfred.
Vashra raised his army, and Idracnir, and went with Volos down to the port. Volos made to attack the nearest ship, but Vashra stopped him.
"Gods, no," he said. Volos deciphered the meaning, and stopped.
They walked up to the ship that Vashra had spared, and requested entry.
"Take us to naggaroth," Volos demanded, showing his fangs.
"But he could eb a witch hunter, or any manner of person who hates Vampires!" exclaimed Vashra.
Volos grinned. "All Sylvanians are used to it by now. We're fine."
The ship crew organised the equired ships, and the armies were put on board.
"And the dragon?" asked a ship captain.
"Oh, that," Vashra thought aloud. "Disassemble it, and I'll raise it when we arrive."
They set sail, and some months later arrived on the shores of Naggaroth. "Wait here. Hide until we return," instructed Vashra once his army and dragon we reassembled and off the ships. The captain took his ships and went in search of safety.
"Now what?" asked Volos as they walked. "We don't know where you sister could be. it's been years."
"I remember the banner of the house who took her. I'll see it eventually. until then, stay sharp. Naggaroth is harsh, and has made the Dark Elves harsh."
After walking for several days, they found a city. After burying the army, Vashra and Volos walked in. They walked for a while, and then Vashra saw it.
"There! That's the house! If we go quickly, we can overwhelm the guards and rescue my sister. Make sure you are unseen by her. When the last elf is dead, except the Lord, run back to the ships, and wait. I do not want her to see you. It will be difficult enough to explain myself." Volos nodded, and they ran in.
They burst the door down, and ran the surprised guard down.
"Intruders!" yelled one of the surviving guards.
in his bedchamber, the Lord (OOC: I'm linking my charcaters! See The Hakseer sign-up thread for details) heard the attack. He put his head around the corner, saw the combatants, and recognised one.
"Vashra!" he cursed. He turned to Eleanor. "Don't move! I'll be back in a second." She nodded, terrified.
Karochi put on his armour and took up his double blades. He would sort out the attack quickly. He raced to the front of the house, and began to flash his blades. As the blades spun towards Vashra, he moved his blade to block him, stopping one blade and dodging the other. He was fast, even for an elf.
Vashra hissed. "I know you. I shall destroy you and your house he unleashed a flurry of attacks that even the double-bladed blademaster struggled to block. "I would advise leaving before I start to really fight." Actually, Vashra was at his limit, but why spoil the fun.
"Never!" shouted the Lord, determined to fight to the end.
Volos cast Vigour Mortis on Vashra, who started to fight even faster.
"Fool," he muttered. It was even worse, because Volos' fangs had flashed.
"Begone, Vampires!" yelled the Lord, panicking.
"Might as well get the army to ransack the city, now, Volos!" said Vashra. Volos reached out and awakened the army. They began to ransack Naggarond, causing great destruction, and chaos in the city of the Dark Elves, destroying many elves and wrecking large parts of the city.
Realising he could not prevail, the Lord jumped out the back window, and fled to the port.
Vashra sheathed his sword and searched the house for his siter. When he found her, he raced to her, arms extended.
"Isha knows I'm pleased to see you!" he shrieked delightedly.
Eleanor recoiled in fright. "You're not my brother! You're a Vampire!"
"Well, that's kind of true, but I'm only using my powers for good I'm here to rescue me, and my friend over there, Volos, is rampaging through the house, draining everyone's blood. I even saved my dragon, in a way." he explained all that had happened since going to the Plain of Bones. Eleanor still didn't completely trust Vashra, but they were siblings, and she slowly came to terms, though was still a little nervous.
Vashra found Volos, who was just finishing on an elf, and told him it was time to go.
They were just at the port when a towering figure in Midnight Armour blocked their path. he was massive, clad in completely black armour.
"When a vassal of mine desperately opens a link with me when I happen to be on my throne, and tells me about Vampires, I believe him. He wouldn't dare lie."
Vashra recognised the armour, and swore. "It's Malekith."

I decided to throw him in for a little extra spice, but he will survive. Should be interesting. The Witch King of Naggaroth VS an army of the dead lead by a powerful necromancer and a Vampire.