In the shadowy annals of vampiric infamy, Vik Von Vaurum, a name whispered with dread across port towns and coastal cities, is a dark herald of terror and hedonism. His tale begins in the Iron Isles, a set of islands ruled by vampire lords who maintained their dominion through the oppressive blood tax. The Von Vaurum bloodline, however, reveled in cruelty, extracting more than their share, a gluttony that would become their downfall.
Driven by insatiable appetites, Vik and his father Ravenor Von Vaurum demanded excess, heedless of the impact on the mortal populace reliant on the mines and fisheries. Their transgressions angered Lord Jonathan Everron, the ruler of the Iron Isles, who enacted a gruesome punishment—ripping the jaws from the mouths of the Von Vaurums. Cast out and forbidden from their homeland, they embarked on a cursed voyage. Boarding a sinister man-of-war, Vik and his father Ravenor, carrying the twisted scars of their punishment, set sail as exiles seeking refuge. Their ship, a floating sanctum, was transformed into a fortress manned by thralls, undead servants loyal to their vampiric masters. The ship became a harbinger of terror, sailing from port to port, leaving a trail of dread in its wake.
In the northern coast of the Maragami Province, the Varurums docked in Kono Port. Ravenor sought allies, finding a dangerous connection with the Yara Family a criminal organization operating within the port. In exchange for wealth, they provided their services, grafting golden jaws onto the mutilated vampires, forever marking them with a grotesque testament to their exile. The gilded jaws became a symbol of their twisted resurrection, a permanent reminder of the price paid for their bloodthirsty sins.
As his father lingered in the port, Vik set out upon the vast Emerald Ocean. His ship, a floating sanctum armed to the teeth, became a vessel of terror, bringing blood-soaked festivities to every port of call. From the northern coasts to distant lands, Vik reveled in the darkness, an unholy specter hunting for his next thrill and meal. His appearance, now adorned with golden jaws, became a chilling visage etched in the nightmares of those who heard tales of the vampire lord. The gilded monstrosity became a symbol of horror and excess, a reminder that even exile couldn't quench the thirst for blood that flowed within Vik's veins.
The name Vik Von Vaurum became synonymous with fear, a cautionary tale whispered among port dwellers. His ruthless pursuit of pleasure and bloodlust turned every encounter into a dark and deadly dance. The world had become Vik's playground, and each port he visited was a stage for his malevolent performances. The vampire lord's reign of terror continued unabated, as he sailed through the seas, a harbinger of nightmares that left no corner of the world untouched by his presence.