In 1724 the clan of McFlengal marched upon my castle, swords and axes pointing to the sky as if beckoning. My pulse raced as I looked at many pairs of eyes, each one tainted with a sheen of hate. Did they have reason to hate me? Well, I suppose so...

A century earlier I had gone to their village disguised as a leper, and in the night supped on the blood of half the village. I did not drink again for another month, such was my gluttony. But those who survived that night never gave up chasing me, stalking me, and now they were here....

I managed to escape. My castle was burnt to the ground, paintings of my ancestors spat on, and now I wander with no fixed abode, spreading my knowledge and sharing it with others. Do join me in this quest.