The Return of Kas

The night sky split and a kaleidoscope of colors spewed forth followed by a thunderous explosion that shook the buildings of the capital city of Thay. As quickly as it appeared it was gone but not before it belched out a black shape trailing sparks and thick black smoke. The black smoke made a long line as he fell downward from a thousand or more feet smashing at terminal velocity into a potters shop. With a deafening crash his body punched through the roof and he landed in a tangle of wooden racks and broken pottery. It took a few moments but a crowd formed on the street peering through the plate glass windows into Momoru’s House of Fine Pottery. Several moments more and a few of the onlookers raised the courage to push their way through the broken mess to see what fell from the sky. Laying amongst the pottery shards was a huge warrior in strange white armor. The armor was covered in runes and evil looking faces that mumbled in some unintelligible, wicked sounding language. One man reached down to remove his helm but when his hands touched the strange white metal he convulsed violently and fell over dead as tendrils of white smoke rose from his body. No one else offered their hand in aid and a few people felt it was a prudent time to make their exit. Even still the crowd began to grow and finally a red robed wizard, barely a wizard really, arrived with some guards to investigate the strange occurrence. The one in red barked orders to the dozen soldiers and quickly the crowd was pushed back. He entered the shop flanked by four more soldiers. His eyes widened in shock as they fell upon this legend come to life from the ancient writings of his order. The cult of blood lived on though it was greatly diminished and those that remain remember well, in the lore books of their order, what transpired that horrible night so long ago. Here lay Kas, the Vampyre Lord, and High Warlord of the armies of Thayonestia. The red wizard stood there, lowest in rank was he, in the presence of an ancient lord and he hesitated. Thoughts raced through his head as he ran down the list of possible courses of action. While he waited Kas’ body completed its regeneration and his eyes snapped open. He rose to a mumbling and gasping crowd. Unaware that nearly seven thousand years had passed since he was blown from the courtyard of the citadel of the cult of blood he said with a military snap in his voice to the officer standing with his mouth agape, “Sergeant, Report!”