On the night that many call Halloween, a time of fun and feasting, a night on which children dress in costumes and go about their guising and spirits are on the rise.

At Rhy'din's old graveyard, a rumble came from the ground, as deep underground something awoke. Fog had rolled in over the dew wet grasses, graves, crypts and other resting places which stood in their rows and plots.

Torches flickered to life washing the old white marble floor and grey stone walls, of the mausoleum in a bath of light before dimming. The quake beneath the marble soon settled. Through the halls, passages and arches of the underground maze, flew a colony of bats, screeching in search of a swift release from their cold dark perches. The sound of stone moving against stone echoed through the halls as deep inside a crypt was had been opened, the lid laid shattered to the side. Inside the stone vault laid a well crafted wooden coffin of polished dark cherry wood.

The lid of the coffin was opened by some magical means, to reveal the being within....At first glance the being was not one of beauty, which one might have thought, since this is Rhy'din and all.

The creature within was the form of a husk, skin, bone and black hair. Looking as if time had touched a perfectly preserved corpse, with its tendrils of change and decay. Dust was exhaled from around the form as completely black eyes opened and a scream and hiss could be heard through out the crypt's halls. The bats circled over head, the scream echoed through the grave yard causing the birds perched in trees to scatter and fly in fear. The creature would take the form of mists, which would roll across the floor, through the hallways and out into the night joining the heavy fog....

The sounds of festivities of Halloween and the living would be greeted by the night, the being of mists would seep along the ground flowing as if pushed by the wind as the vampire hunted for a being to call its prey.