Godfrey had once been a powerful man. He'd led men into battle years ago. How many years. He didn't know anymore. It'd been the the time of the sword and he'd led armies here to take land...had he known what was truly here he'd never have come. He was very successful in his ear for religion. Taken the land. What he didn't know was of the witch who cursed him.<br/><br/>The curse didn't show itself at first. The taste of food slowly didn't satisfy him anymore. He came to abhore it. Wine, water nothing would satisfy his thirst. His body began to decay. Till one day in battle he tasted blood. It revitalized him. Thankfully not many saw it. His closest men came around him and they devised a way to find out about this and how to take care of it.<br/><br/>Before long they found the witch. She was brought in and tortured. The truth came finally. But no cure. In rage Godfrey feasted on her till she was not but none. This helped for a time. But it wouldn't last. A group of women, sisters, came together to help. They offered to slowly give blood to keep him going. He accepted. It worked for a time. They and their children and their children helped. He ruled in peace.<br/><br/>Finally the people found out though. Uprising happened. War again after years. Led by the secret granddaughter of the witch. It took time but they won. He was imprisoned in a coffin, chained, inside a statue of their goddess. Never to die yet continue to decay. The sisters and children were slaughtered all of them at least everyone thought.<br/><br/><br/>He'd been sleeping for years. It's hard to wake as frail as he was now. But something shook him. Is that light? He started to move looking. He recognized that necklace. "Hello there."