For as long as men have walked these Colovian highlands, vampires have stalked their trail. From the lone fiend preying upon village or homestead, to the clandestine covens in secluded caves and remote ruins working toward nefarious purpose. Up until recently I would have remorselessly put down these undead creatures without hesitation as I would any other rabid beast. But having met the Ravenwatch clan in Rivenspire from whom I learnt that vampires weren’t just ravenous undead, but can be lucid and aware. Retaining many characteristics of their former natures in undeath, they are capable of both reason and compassion; and that makes them monsters.

Two residents of Weynon Priory have been kidnapped by vampires during the night and taken to an ancient Ayleid ruin known locally as the Lipsand Tarn. The acolytes fear that they may have already been killed and risen again as bloodfiends, mindless feral undead, little more then skeevers under the vampires thrall.

I find the ruins infested with these bloodfiends banqueting upon fresh cadavers by suckled gore, under the unhallowed gaze of their vampire overseers. The cold corpses of the villagers lie atop stone tables in bloody shrouds and with a whispered orison to Arkay, I set their bodies ablaze.

It would be foolish for me not to at least attempt to put down the leaders of this coven whilst I am here. Marbita, a Redguard woman in life, and Gaston Ashham a Breton together head this Bloodborn coven; until I find the means to behead them both.

I could discover no motive for why this coven are building such a force of bloodfiends in this secluded ruin. But I did find a note which suggested that Ashham travelled all the way to Cyrodiil from Stormhaven with a sister. Perhaps I shall find her in another delve, or perhaps she shall find me first; after-all, to thirst for revenge is only human nature.

S.K