A naive young tiefling gains the favor of the Lady of the White Well and sets out to win her hand through daring deed. Some years later he is approached by one of his impatient ancestors. Though he is uncertain of his lineage, his progenitors are ancient tiefling vampires who induct promising scions of their line to the circle of blood. However, they have been waiting for him to sire an offspring and its obvious that his sworn love is not putting out any time soon. Now the pestering clamor of “when are you going to settle down” haunts him along with the horror of undeath.
I fiddled with it too much and ruined it. So this is the only capture from three days ago that looks alright to post.


