This takes place right after The vampire army that was sent to ambush Gloom was defeated, but before the players are whisked away via Archon magic to the current fight against CS and vampires.
Spoon Fed Edition with a Soldad Voice over
There in the lava caves the army of vampires so utterly vanquished. Far to one side the defenders of some city named gloom look in awe. The three heroes that had accompanied the Resolute smile weakly finding just enough strength for a mangled good bye. Sabazio grips Krys and hugs her a good long one. He mumbles something to her. Lord Coake, grimaces holding his shoulder. He tells the heroes, " We chose wisely. I cannot thank you enough, and perhaps I do not have enough thanks for sending you out into the vampire lands. With Spartacus dead, I ask you to find Doc Reid, his information and call for heroes was no mere whim. I suspect he hold the key to something cruicial regarding the vampires. The Archons will take you back shortly." The three sensing the dawn has set on their part travel down to the gathering of defenders who are clearly mesmerizing about the heroes they now see in the glow of the lava tubes.
Blood drips from the ancient vampire's lips, his body looks shredded, burnt, and torn assumder. His voice is foul and wheezing.
" Who... You did this. I Soldad, he who dystoryed the Ignis, the keeper of crystalclaw, a plague on the magdalanas. End me..." Soldad chuckles at the audacity of his demise. " I have been here, always! In the jungles of south america, a rite to end rites was done. You think the world can survive without me? He who saw Atlantis sink and the world deprived of magic. From here to the rings of Jaralaixus 3 I am everwhere. I am time immorial!" Soldad cackles long and haughty, a breathless whisper at this point. Blood is seeping from his lips, massive amounts, and his face is gaunt.
A creature known as Shakal the half formed bowing low so as to minimize her threatening appearance comes up behind Soldad. She looks like she has seen better days, her arms are lacerated an dher torso has a huge burn on it. "Master..." Soldad only groans. The half formed creature looks to the Resolute, " My master needs life blood to survive. You must let me take him and feed him, he will not survive. His life is too important to let turn to ragged dust.". Shakal shakes her hands, " Shakal knows what to do. Shakal knows he is necessary. Shakal knows his evil must continue. If not in him, it will endure in someone else. Shakal knows Soldad longs for this world, he is apart of it in a way that cannot be fathomed."
Shakal meekly begs, " Please, I... I love him."
Shakal looks at Soldad, who has succumbed to a world in-between life and death. She looks at the heroes awaiting their response.