|Master Vampire's Right Blade||295||295||369||Master of the Night: Chance for bonus damage against Campaigns; Extra damage for each additional Master Vampire item equipped||Bastion of Blood|
|Master Vampire's Left Blade||295||295||369||Master of the Night: Chance for bonus damage against Campaigns; Extra damage for each additional Master Vampire item equipped||Bastion of Blood|
|Master Vampire's Fangs||295||295||369||Master of the Night: Chance for bonus damage against Campaigns; Extra damage for each additional Master Vampire item equipped||Bastion of Blood|
|Master Vampire's Cape||295||295||369||Bastion of Blood|
|Master Vampire's Cuffs||295||295||369||Bastion of Blood|
|Master Vampire's Breeches||295||295||369||Bastion of Blood|
|Master Vampire's Boots||295||295||369||Bastion of Blood|
|Master Vampire's Ring||295||295||369||Bastion of Blood|
|Master Vampire's Bat||390||390||488||Steed of the Night: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Campaigns; Chance to block incoming damage||Bastion of Blood|
Full Set Bonus
|Raid Attack Value: 3437.5|
|Duel Power: 2360|
|I. "Help! Vampires! Help!"
The woman ran through the camp, screaming, waving her arms about as though she intended to take flight or else begin a new career as a windmill. Mina von Richten strode in front of her.
"Are you asking for a vampire's help," the baroness said, "or asking for help because there are vampires?"
The woman stared at her, eyes now filled with confusion as well as panic.
"You see, I'm a vampire, so if it's the former..."
|II. "Argh! A vampire! A vampire! Help! Save me! A vampire! For the love of all the gods, someone save me!"
"That answers my question then."
"She's going to drink my blood! Help!"
Mina rolled her eyes.
"I most certainly am not," she said. "Your unwashed neck isn't appetizing. And you peasants taste of turnips. It must be your diet..."
"Help! Help! Somebody... Wait... What? I do not taste of turnips!"
|III. The peasant glared over her stubby nose. Outrage had smothered her terror, which was all to the good as far as Mina was concerned.
"Now," the baroness said, "tell me about these vampires."
The woman took a deep breath and blurted out her story. The tale she told banished all traces of amusement from Mina's pale face. For she spoke a word, one that had followed the Red Baroness almost all her long life. A name.
Mina grabbed her shoulders. The peasant squealed as cold, strong fingers dug into her soft flesh.
"Liar! Count Siculus is dead! I killed him!"
|IV. "It's the truth! I swear!" the woman cried. "They said they served Siculus!"
Mina von Richten transfixed her with a gaze that might have broken the hardiest rogue, and saw no dissembling amidst the dread. She was speaking the truth. The vampiress released the peasant from her grasp.
"The vampires who attacked your village were using his name to spread fear. Nothing more. I'll find them, and I'll destroy them."
She walked away, towards the darkness at the edge of the camp.
"Perhaps you'd care for company?" a voice said from the shadows.
Mina made no reply, but she didn't demur when Lord Ruthven followed her to the horses.
|V. There were screams, but also laughter. That melange was no stranger to Mina von Richten. Some shrieked in terror, while other reveled in the fear they invoked. It was the age-old tale of oppressors and oppressed, predators and prey, vampires and victims.
She and Ruthven galloped into the village. This was the second tiny settlement they'd ridden into this night. The first had held nothing for them but drained bodies and weeping faces, for they'd arrived too late. But fate was kinder this time. Though from Mina's narrowing, murderous gaze, she herself possessed no such kindness for those they'd now found.
The nosferatu rushing among the houses wore familiar panoplies. Each of them was fashioned in the likeness of a flayed body, metal shaped into the contours and crevices of skinless musculature. She knew that design well... It had adorned the crimson armor of Count Siculus.
|VI. "Who are you?" Mina hissed the words like a viper.
The ebon armored vampire began to turn.
"We're the Sons of Siculus, mortal, and..." His eyes flashed when he saw her. "The traitor! She's here!"
He reached for the sword at his belt, the weapon which had hung there unneeded as he slaughtered peasants with his fangs. The Red Baroness was faster. One hand grasped his throat, the other his wrist -- pinning the blade in its scabbard and driving him against the wall of a house. He struck and struggled. But she had walked the world in the days of the Red Prince, and this newblood wasn't her equal.
"I destroyed Count Siculus, you worthless little-"
|VII. "The traitor!"
Another vampire emerged on her left, around the side of a building. A black shape clad in the same macabre panoply. Mina didn't even look round.
"Ruthven!" she said.
There was a flutter at the corner of her vision, a sweep of red and black from a bat-winged cloak. The enemy nosferatu disappeared once more -- borne backwawrds with a stake driving at his heart -- and vanished from her interest as he would soon vanish from existence.
"Are there more of you?" she asked, already sensing and loathing the answer.
"Dozens!" the vampire said. He grinned at her, blood trickling down his chin. "Byron has gathered a warband!"
"Byron Siculus! The great count's heir in darkness. He gathered us, and we seized our father's castle from the worthless mortals who dared to dwell there. Now the whole world will tremble before-"
Mina knew his kind, understood full well the laughable braggadocio and verbosity of a gloating newblood. She heard them spew such folly a dozen times before. But there was something else...
She released him, whirled round -- drawing her sword in mid-spin -- and decapitated another vampire with a single swift cut. The Red Baroness spun back in time to catch the first nosferatu's blade on her own and push it aside. There was a lightning fast flash of steel, a blur of attacks and parries. Then his head tumbled off his shoulders and began to disintegrate. White flesh crumbled into dark dust, as true death claimed the prize it had once been cheated of.
|IX. "Count Siculus' castle," Mina said. "I should have torn it apart when I killed him..."
"Stone by stone?" Ruthven asked. "A tiresome way to spend the centuries. Besides, it would be a waste of such marvelous architecture."
The baroness glared at him.
"I'm going to kill this 'Byron Siculus', and show everyone what happens when they dig up things that should be left buried."
"He has warriors."
"Siculus had his Screaming Skulls. They couldn't save him... Not from me."
"Perhaps an army."
"Oh?" The faintest of smiles crossed her red lips. "I know where we can find one of our own..."