We are cursed, destined to oblivion, endlessly in search of significances.
I've spent decades, centuries maybe, seeing others like us; waiting to find someone, able to give me that meaning. That one will never come, now I know it. Believe me, younger ones, and ancients too. So why waiting more time, it is better to tell you this now, we are immortal but this doesn't mean we must waste our time.
I've decided to be the one then, I've decided to give you what I have looked for. Maybe now you don't think you need it, but in time you will, I already know.
Meet me, meet me if you understand, even if you don't; you will, the moment you will hear my words.
You will find me in Bernstead, in the structure never kissed by our radiant foe. Come, I will wait for you.

Those words are written, in the ancient language of the vampires, on several parchments scattered in the vampire city, Bloodhaven Keep, and even Narrowhaven's sewers.

A grim figure walks through one of the ancient corridors of bloodhaven wearing a dark blue
robe until a parchment in the wall catches his attention, then he takes the parchment and reads carefully.

- hmm... that writing and words sounds familiar to me.. i will have to take my childe .. and to
her.. to this calling... will he be the one who wrote this ? -
thinks Luther Graves meanwhile is lost in his thoughts..

Then the figure walks away slowly.
- if the owner is the one i think .. it will be a good time to introduce my new comrades to him-.
Mutters meanwhile he puts the parchment in his bag.

A shrouded figure stands alone in the darkness, holding a parchment in her pale hands. Again and again she reads it, words echoing in a compelling rhythm in her mind, drowning ache for blood momentarily below.

Something is calling.. and she wouldn’t be afraid to answer anymore.

After a lingering moment hands release the message, resolve burning at her gaze.

*Holding the parchment in his hands baring his fangs and growling wondering what the children are thinking*
I might have to send someone or go myself to this meeting of the minds....

The mansion, as always, dark. The perpetual shroud, veiling the place from the adverse and fiery stare.
A sudden breeze came from an open window, scattering several sheets placed on a music stand, in the large room with a stage inside.
Three phrases, elegantly written in the vampire language, on all of the pages.

Some, have heard my voice.

They, have begun to understand what lies at the end of the path.

Now, it is time to take the first step.

A scroll is affixed outside the Black Fox Inn, in the town of Narrowhaven.

An expedition will take place, in the coming days, and experienced seafarers and mercenaries are required.
Whoever will decide to join can have a share, of whatever will be found during the exploration.
If you are interested, find a woman by the name Cloelia, that will stay in Narrowhaven until the end of the necessary arrangements.

At the end of the message, a name is written with the same elegant and clear handwriting: Lord Sarka.