*I awaken to my body and mind awash in a sea of pain, one that ravishes my soul like an unquenchable flame*

H... how...

*I lift my head to meet Vaumon's icy gaze*

[right][b]Vaumon:[/b] *Smirks* The dark arts, that's how. You would not believe my luck. Do you know how hard it is to capture a specimen like yourself, hmm? Someone whose scars are still fresh, heart raw, and emotions troubled?

*He steps back and throws up his hands in a dramatic fashion*

[b]Vaumon:[/b] Damn near impossible! Yet here you are at long last, and all thanks to that friend of yours!

*He smirks, scratching his scab covered chin thoughtfully*

[b]Vaumon:[/b] Although maybe that isn't the best term. After all a man who leads you to your death over something as trivial as lust doesn't sound very friendly to me!

*He cackles*

[b]Vaumon:[/b] But what do I know eh? 

*He leans in closer, his pustule laden face inches from mine*

I'm just a madman in a crypt.

*He moves away, clasping his hands behind his back as he stalks over to a nearby table, on which lay a variety of tomes*

[b]Vaumon:[/b] Or at least I used to be. Thanks to the aid of your [I]friend[/I] Jesper, I will finally succeed where Osvin failed. And you-

*He whirls round, spindly finger pointed at me*

-you are but the first step in that glorious plan...
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*I scream and kick, to no avail, for my skeletal remains are bound in place by invisible chains*

[right][b]Vaumon:[/b] My death knight...[/right]