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NOVEMBER 29, 2002

Grand Master Richard Ortegon stood before the assembly deep within the sub-basement halls of the Twilight Knight’s Temple in New York.
He firmly folded his arms behind his back, grasping one age-spotted hand in the other.

He addressed the assembled knights:

"Gentlemen. We all know each other and we all know where we are. But the true question is why we are here."

The venerable Master heard grumbles of consent and a few coughs from his almost equally ancient comrades sitting around the grand table.

He continued:

"In 1503, an Italian writer by the name of Giovanni Gannilani wrote about a man who he claimed was the true Saint Michael."

He let that sink in for a few seconds.

"Unfortunately for Giovanni, the Roman Catholic Church doesn’t take well with people claiming that a canonized saint is teaching them Aramaic."

More grumbles and low talking.

"Gannilani was burned at the stake for his heresy, but not before he was able to write the last three words of his book in the blood of his so-called Saint Michael. That book, my Brothers, was the Dialettica Del San Michael."

"The last copy of Gannilani’s book was taken from the burning pile by our Brother Jon Hendrinson—God rest his soul—and he smuggled it back to our ancient home in Malta."

"Unfortunately, when we evacuated Malta, we lost track of the book. Our ancient brothers feared it lost for good, until Brother Gregory Yule found the book in the ancient faults in 1997. He sent it to us to investigate the substance that the last page was written in and we discovered that it was blood."

"It was not until 3 months ago that we were able to recover enough DNA evidence from the bodies of recovered vampires that we were able to positively identify the blood as that belonging to an ancient. The book, my brothers, is authentic and genuine."

This news brought a great tumult from the assemblage:

"But what has this got to do with anything?" Cried some.

"Why are we sitting here?" Asked others.

Richard raised his hands to silence them.

"My brothers. What I am about to say is the crux of our meeting. Within the book, written in the most ancient of the Aramaic characters, are 6 words. They read:

" ‘The war of vampyres has begun.’ "

"These 6 words are in a different hand than that of the rest of the book. The passage is signed: Michael."

The brother-knights stood and sat in silent awe and confusion and suspense.

"This," said Ortegon, "confirms our worst suspicions. The Long Night has already begun. Brothers…We have failed our task."

Silence filled the room as the knights hurried through the doors, out of the grand hall. Each of them returning to their home temples to ready for the coming onslaught.

"What will we do, Grand Master?" Asked Brother Williams.

Ortegon looked down at the young knight-to-be, said:

"The only thing we can do, my boy. Pray… Pray and arm ourselves."


"From the Void Between Worlds", the Gods made both Mortal and Immortal. Who is the better has yet to be decided. So far, Mortals aren't winning."

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