EverQuest 2 Game Update Blog

The folks at SOE are giving us a brief look into the new race, coming as a Velious Reward.  At this time, it looks as if the “Freeblood” vampire race will NOT be available to everyone.. but a reward for buying the Velious expansion.. and will be available on the Station Marketplace (in late December).  This is the first time we’ve seen a purely “role play” race.. and honestly, I’m excited for the posibilities.

There seems to be a strong “True Blood”  tie in, and i’m much more for that, than I am for… Twilight.. ewww.. How will the world of Norrath accept this Vampire race who may have been living amoung us this whole time and is now “Coming out of the Coffin”?  time will tell and more in depth look into their lore will determine how the Legion of Kithicor will react.

There’s no secret that Jethal has been fairly pro-vamp, when it comes to “free” vampires (as opposed to Mistmoore’s horde), and he will always judge action before racial prejudice, any day (except trolls.. to hell with the trolls).  Time will tell.

See the official post from EverQuest2.com

The Freeblood

Each year, the citizens of Norrath celebrate an event known as Nights of the Dead.  Originated in the city of Maj’Dul, this festival honors the story of one frightful night when the dead walked the streets of the desert city, only to vanish by the morning’s light.  Now revelers will trade candies, don frightening masks, and tell ghostly stories all across Norrath in celebration of the event.

Recently, adventurers were given an invitation to travel to the village of Somborn in the Loping Plains.  Many thought the invitation to be in the spirit of the holiday – the Loping Pains was, after all, a frightening place in and of itself, and not somewhere to be traveled lightly.  Others, however, found the invitation intriguing, and left to pay the mysterious host a visit.

In the days that followed, rumors began to surface.  There were rumors of memory loss, of strange disappearances, and most frightening of all, of otherwise strong adventurers turning up dead, slain by an unknown assailant.  For a holiday that had always been largely benign, Nights of the Dead had taken a grizzly and frightening turn, and all signs pointed to the mysterious invitation from Somborn.  Those lost were mourned when they never came home, and those that were found dead were buried.  Some tried to look further into the strange host from Somborn, although few traces could be found.

If the story had stopped here, it would have been strange enough by itself.  However, it took an even more ominous twist in the weeks that followed the last days of the Nights of the Dead.  The graves of the dead, left to their final rest, were disturbed.  The sites were dug up, and the bodies exhumed.  None could account for the macabre disappearances, and no culprits could be found.  Whispers began to point at cults of the dead, using the bodies in terrible rituals, or opportunistic necromancers looking for strong, fresh bodies for their magics.  Other rumors, however, said these graves were opened from the inside… and that the dead walked away from their own tombs.

For a while, nothing more happened.  Some forgot about the events, simply chalking the stories up to a collective hysteria following the Nights of the Dead.  The calm, however, was short lived.  Reports soon surfaced of lone travelers being attacked and found with their blood drained, of cattle slaughtered, and of shadowy figures moving in the darkness.  Nowhere appeared safe – both the cities of Freeport and Qeynos heard the whispers, and slowly anxiety grew with the citizens.  Then as suddenly as they started, the reports stopped.

However, the rumors continued.  Vampires were in the cities, or so the stories were told.  The stories grew into theories that the governments knew about the vampires, and that they had not only allowed them to roam freely, but had facilitated their integration.  Requests for information were denied by the courts, and a collective anger began to stir among the citizens – those in charge knew something, and they weren’t talking.  The simmer would become a rolling boil…