Along the coast of the mighty plains was a small Hamlet named Anirdolil. It was a dark and murky town. The only time it wasn't covered in a thick fog was when the weather was raining or worst. It was home to mostly fishermen, sailors, and the occasional store keeper. It seems there was always positions open in the town for new sailors. Most chalked this just up to treacherous waters and the high demand for cargo shipping. The location was certainly not picked for it's cheery weather. However it has a great strategic position as a port. It was on a large peninsula in the middle of the cloudy gulf. This puts it equal distance from most major port cities. Not to mention it had the most plentiful waters teaming with fresh seafood.<br/><br/>The hamlet itself was very small and ragged. It was little more than a wharf with shops that looked like they were constructed out of drift wood. There was only one inn in the whole town too. It doubled as the only tavern too. One would think with all the sailors that came through there would be more places to wet their whistle. However the only such place was the Salty Aboleth. It was hardly a place of luxury. However a bed is a bed, and the people there couldn't afford anything better than grog, so it was the perfect place for them. Inside the tavern were rickety tables that looked like they were made from broken ship parts. At the bar was a handful of sailors nose deep in grog. They all seemed to be avoiding eye contact with the only man at a table. He looked in his twenties, but his eyes screamed that of an old man. He work a slouch hat, the hat band filled with various fangs. On his person you could see a heavily modified heavy crossbow, as well as a brightly colored metallic spiked chain. Around his neck was an array of holy symbols.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lady Persephone</div><div class="spoiler_body">The Contingent Swamp is a place of true evil. Eons of deaths and horror in the mire has caused the land to teem with negative energy. It's no wonder it is the home to the three main lines of vampires. Sadly your line is by far the weakest family. Worst off you aren't even ranked highly in the line. However the elders have trusted you enough for a mission of sabotage. Well trusted is a strong word. It may more likely if you were to perish it wouldn't be a loss. Either way you were shipped off to Anirdolil with the task of cutting off supplies to the House of White. The elders suspect that they have been getting a steady supply of blood from the lost sailors of this town. The family was kind enough to pay for your room, and clever enough to get your coffin in without notice. Disguising it as simple luggage they had it dilivered up to your room at the Salty Aboleth. You inside of course.<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vivianne Ward</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tracking down your father has been a lot harder than you expected. Most of you clues and leads have been exhausted. Returning to your childhood home was met with nothing more than a burnt foundation. You did find a new name though, "Garth Montalvo". Tracking down this new name took you over the hills of barbs and into the port town of Anirdolil. Anyone in any town anywhere know that when you are looking for someone you go to the tavern. Anirdolil was no different. Even more so since the tavern made up 20% of the town.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ansha Wulfhart</div><div class="spoiler_body">The Mighty Plains are home to many wolves. They run about the fields chasing smaller prey, mostly rabbits. It was a good place for a werewolf. The poor weather made for great cover when needing to hide from humans and others who do not think highly of lycanthropes. However things can be bothersome when all the alpha males in the pack are trying to always mate with you. Naturally they all want you as you are by far the strongest female in the pack. Stuck in wolf form for months while you wait to deliver a litter of pups is not something on your wish list. It only makes sense to try and sever your life from the wolves at this point and try and regain some humanity. Lucky for you there is a small town near by. There is currently a heavy fog over the town, and by your count the next full moon is in three nights time.</div></div>