Legacy of the Damned: Blood moon rising

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The people run to hide in their houses as the last rays of the sun die over the land of Valas.
The plague has befallen the land again...a plague thought to be over after the great war of the ashes.
The time of the Prophecy has come...

From the Tome of Valas:

For a thousand years the inhabitants of Valas fought against the damned in the time of shadows, alone rose a hero, Teles, fighting the minions of the damned for thirty days and thirty nights, he made his way to the only island at the center of the Ocean of Mists and retreived the Sword of Venus, and sought Anatole, the evil behind this madness...
The moon and rivers turned blood red as they fought atop Anatole's castle without rest or quarter...
Finally the night was quiet...
Teles plunged the Sword of Venus deep into Anatole's heart, the vampire king shrieked in agony as he felt how his immortal life slipped away slowly as he started crumbling to dust...
With his last breath he cursed at both humans and his kind alike as Teles severed his head with one swift strike...
Our land has lived in peace since then...

From the Holy Book of Vyalka:

I cursed at the Gods
when they gave me the visions
I ripped out my eyes
when they wouldn't stop
Hear me now oh people of Valas!
One thousand years of war
One thousand years of peace
The moon will bleed again
The rivers will be tainted again
with their foul stench
One thousand years have passed
their eyes and claws are sharp again
the legacy of the one who fell
lives
He who cursed both my kind and yours
He who tainted the birth of the son of the Hero
Two brothers fighting as the scales are weighted
Heed my warnings now!
For this is the Legacy of the Damned!

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