Thousand Year Old Vampire

*A creaking hunter among dust and cobwebs, you prowl the night places, seeking the souls on which you feed. You have done this since time immemorial, or so you believe; you have no memories of  living as a man\-thing like those you catch and eat. But human traces linger; your fingers trace clever arabesques in the dirt of your grave\-place and with the flourishes come whispered songs in a language you've forgotten. Far away, in a museum, hangs your portrait in oil by a master five hundred years dead\-\-you might have been lovers but the diary you kept then is long lost.* * 188 fancy pages * play in a couple of hours or a couple of weeks * solo play, optional group play