balmung Long term Storyline.(Vampiric. Please read before judging.)

[Sounsyy]

Since there are no vampires in Eorzea (as far as we're aware), it wouldn't make sense to use that term ICly.

 

Not to bring an old topic back to life (huehuehue), but the term "vampire" and the mythology of human bloodsuckers does exist in lore, even if actual Spoken vampires may not. So using a term like "aether-vampire" could actually be used ICly if you desired, as scholars of aetherology interchange "life," "lifeblood," and "aether" quite frequently it wouldn't be much of a stretch, though these are more than likely going to fall under a voidsent classification by most naturalists and smallfolk, as by definition, denizens of the void are aether-starved, humour suckers.

 

 

 

A pungent spice used to flavor many different varieties of dishes. It is also thought to ward off vampiric bats, but there is no evidence to substantiate that claim.

 

Despite the fear-inducing moniker, this flying cephalopod neither sups on blood nor transforms into a bat. Rumors that it does not cast a shadow are unfounded, and all manner of stakes, from oak, to iron, to granite, to cermet, have been found effective in impaling this rather peaceful creature of the clouds.

 

Just as its name implies, the vampire lampern is indeed a sucker of blood, using its multiple rows of teeth to latch onto its prey, whether it be sea or land creature, and bore a hole from which to drink.

 

The vampire bat Barbastelle has many epithets, the only remotely flattering one being "the laird of Blind Iron Mines." While cattle mutilations are hardly any one creature's domain, experts are united in the view that the infamous mass draining of the herd at Red Rooster Stead - the so called "Big Gulp" - is the work of Barbastelle.

 

Wulgaru, the false tree. Not a few poachers have vanished after being bound overnight to these vampiric man-eaters by unsuspecting Wood Wailers. The Wulgaru is also drawn by noise and commotion, breaking its arboreal disguise to feast on the blood of its favorite prey: man. In other words, go quietly and fight stealthily, adventurer. If a tree comes alive in the forest, you're not likely to notice until too late.

 

Since Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre hosted a performance of Dusk' date=' the tale of a lovelorn maiden forced to choose between a walking corpse and a nightwolf, chokers like the one worn by the play's moody heroine have been flying off the shelves. Ever sensitive to the needs of their customers, Black Rabbit Traders seek skilled leatherworkers to assist them in supplying the spiraling demand.[/quote']

 

 

[Michaux]

Oooh, thank you Sounsyy! I didn't know any of that!