Empire of Shadows, Wu Dynasty 殭屍 (ACs)

Clan: Empire of Shadows, Wu Dynasty 殭屍 (renegade)
	Sovereign:	Mϊŋɠ Xϊąσ ИeσpσℓιϮαη Ɯu (mingxiaoclementine)
	Co-Sovereign:	Not Assigned
	Ambassador:	Not Assigned
	Proxy:	Not Assigned
	Patron Diabolic:	Parthenia Church-Horngold (partheniachurch)
Political Faction:	Arch Cabalist (AC)

• History:

Once upon a time...One night "he" was called to battle whilst crossing a very dangerous waterway in the shadowlands, well known to be plagued by a very rare bloodline of vampires who used blood magic, deadly spells to afflict damage on their enemies. Not much was known about these vampires. Their physical combat skills though were weak, definitely lacking. They lived mostly in the shadows. There were not many of them. They were more of a myth as not many had ever lived to tell the tale of meeting one. Their faces were always covered by their black hoods. Only their pale bony hands could ever be seen beneath their hooded cloaks.

And so... you might ask who "he" is....? "He" was a great warrior, a hunter. He was a powerful vampire of another bloodline who had many kills beneath his belt, or well so rumor had it. At least we have the rumors to guide us in our tale!

And who was "she" you might also ask? Well, she was a cunning, intelligent, unique, bloodthirsty creature who could be ruthless when the situation warranted and well, let us not forget about deadly if the odds were in her favor. For the most part, she enjoyed living in the background of the shadows, only really stepping out with the rising of rare black moons. She crossed out of the shadows only when it was necessary. As the tale goes, she was a half breed mutation of a rare bloodline, Jiangshi. Again, rumors...they made her more mysterious, right?

On this night of the rising black moon eclipse, "he" began to cross the waterway through treacherous lands. There he thought he saw one of the black-hooded figures standing in the shadow, the reflection bouncing off of the moonlight, two black eyes staring back at him through the night. He grabbed his blade and leaped forward towards the cloaked figure when he heard her voice. Was much like the voice of a siren, calling his name, calling out to him to stop. He stopped dead in his tracks in front of the figure and there he could see her face. She was very pale with dark eyes and hair, absolutely stunning. She was an original looking creature indeed. Not much else could be seen beneath her hooded robe as she covered herself well. He stopped to listen to what she had to offer to him. She wanted his help, she needed him to join in an unholy, unprecedented union to create one of the largest armies of undead creatures to ever plague the lands.

He laughed at first. "Two different enemy bloodlines in union commanding an army! What nonsense," he thought to himself. She read his thoughts and whispered back to him in an unworldly hiss, "Yes, two enemy bloodlines doing the unheard of, the impossible, yet the possible!" She reached out to him her pale, cold, bony hand was quite visible with an odd-looking black coffin-shaped ring cutting into his skin drawing blood as she suddenly grabbed his warm, dark-skinned hand and flashes of the future violently struck him as he fell to the ground and saw himself as the commander of a most powerful renegade army. It was his future was his destiny, or was she playing tricks, using magic to conquer his mind to bend his will. Would he take the risk? Would he take the chance to unite with this hooded mysterious woman not fully knowing if her intentions were pure?

He stood up catching his breath from the visions she forced him to witness and stepped closer to her grabbing her throat and whispering back in his rugged husky voice, "Yes, yes I will make this army with you. Yes in the name of my kind I will rebirth all things that have been lost. Yes, I know not why you do this and specifically why you choose me to do it with, but my answer is yes and if you betray me or this is a trick I will slice your throat and stake your heart." He let go of her throat and they sat there in silence watching the last of the eclipse. She knew why she chose him. He also knew why he chose to accept her offer. Twas the birth of the "Hunter's Shadow" so to speak as they made a formal pact with their blood that night creating a new clan, Vᴇɴᴀᴛᴏʀ Uᴍʙʀᴀ, her empire, Eᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴏғ Wᴜ! "The End", or well, actually, I suppose it depends on which perspective you are looking at it from...

"Ming, ..Ming! Awaken!" The ancient diabolical woman grabbed her by her arm, piercing her fragile, pale skin with her long black claws holding her steady until she began to finally open her eyes. "Dare I say to you, DO NOT take that path! I have warned you before and I now warn you again! Remember these words that I have spoken many times to you throughout the ages, "Non ducor, duco" and awaken from this vision that I show you here yet again today. Heed this warning my child or there shall be a dire consequence! I have already shown you more than I should have" And with that, the ancient woman put back up her black hood and disappeared back into the night leaving Ming's arm bruised and bloody, a reminder that she had been there. Ming had seen this woman before, that she spoke the truth about. She just could not pinpoint where or when. This vision provided to her was powerful. It was all but a dream. Or was it..?

Ming fell to her knees by the river and sobbed. The river began to overflow from her endless tears, creeping up onto the banks forming puddles all around her as she closed her eyes, and waited... The woman's voice echoed throughout the lands, reaching finally to the core of her soul..."Choose your destiny!"...

She reached her pale bony hand into the puddle of tears and pushed the waters aside as a clear depiction of her chosen future developed quite vividly there before her. She read the words clear as she whispered the name of her empire to herself and to anyone else close enough to hear, "Empire of Shadows, Wu Dynasty." So shall it be.

She pulled her black hood up over her face until she was just about unrecognizable and started to walk down past the river. There was an eerie howling in the background, Hellhounds! She paused as one came out from the darkest shadow and stood at her feet, snarling. She grabbed it by it's collar and disappeared into the shadows...

ᴍᴀɪsᴏɴ ᴅᴇ ʟ’ᴏᴍʙʀᴇs~Hσυѕє σf Wυ 殭屍~

ᴍᴀɪsᴏɴ ᴅᴇ ʟ’ᴏᴍʙʀᴇs~Hσυѕє σf Wυ 殭屍~
	Princeps:	Mϊŋɠ Xϊąσ ИeσpσℓιϮαη Ɯu (mingxiaoclementine)
	Delegate:	Not Assigned
	Liaison:	Not Assigned
	History:	House History: Empress Ming Xiao Clementine Wu had walked the shadows mostly alone for many centuries, for many black moons. She was born of a rare bloodline, a half breed mutated line of Jiangshi who excelled in the fine art of blood magic. There were not many of her kind known to exist. She had traveled to many countries, been all over the world before she finally settled down around the year of 1924 in New Orleans. This is where she first began to establish her roots and connect with others and begin her legacy. She took in many throughout the years and began a house of mostly misfits, the unwanted, outcasts, renegades and some children she even sired herself. She was happy to exist amongst them and raise a great house of loyal family. Some excelled in the arts, some in combat and some were even politicians! A well-rounded council existed within the house. Ms. Wu's empire began to grow from the seedlings of this tiny house of shadows. A thousand tears of heartbreak were shed before she began her journey on her destined path. This was the path of her people, of her fate and theirs! On one of her many journeys throughout a Brazilian city of Sao Paulo, a rumored to be ancient gypsy fortune teller stopped her, grabbed her by her pale bony hand on one of her night feeding excursions and whispered to her the following: “I am not led, I lead”…"Non ducor, duco". She yanked her hand back and was startled as the diabolical woman just as quick as she came disappeared into the night fog amongst the humans. For centuries to come thereafter those words, that phrase stuck in her head and she often wondered what it all was supposed to mean. Well....now she knew...And her story, her family's story, her house's story had just begun with the arrival of a great hunter and a new fork in her destiny. A great empire from that house of shadows was now forming.

Lє Ɠυιη

Lє Ɠυιη
	Princeps:	Ƈσяωιη Lє Ɠυιη (corwin.auster)
	Delegate:	Mαgησℓια Cнυяcн Lє Ɠυιη (magnolia.lerintzo)
	Liaison:	Vacant
	History:	"The sunset of January 8th, 1018 ad. She was a favoured daughter of the Jarl, and it was the last time her eyes would see the sun; the glorious red sky warding off the encroaching night, one final time..." "It was evening, that same night a thousand years ago, Lord Corwin took me to the sacred stones and drank my blood. The villages could only see with disgust as he turned me into what I am today ... a svartálfar or as I knew the ones I would meet in the following years: a vampire ... " Twas the birth of our house, twas the birth of the Le Guin Legacy, and it shall live on forever!

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	Princeps:	нєłłѵєттє Ɯu (angelbenvenutti)
	Delegate:	αgαтнα ωυ (agathaevanoff)
	Liaison:	Domi Hexem V. Ansia (dominique.mirabella)
	History:	TBA

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	Princeps:	λrą Mϊŋɠ Ɯu (arabeth1)
	Delegate:	Dviate Devlin
	Liaison:	Not Assigned
	History:	TBA

House Of Xiao

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	Princeps:	Wu amano ( sidejapan )
	Delegate:	Not Assigned
	Liaison:	Not Assigned
	History:	Born in 1578 in Kansai region, present-day Iga province, Amano is the son of Goh and Kinu, warrior servants of Hattori Hanzõ. Goh and Kinu were vampire ninjas who specialized in Hanzo's special assassinations for their ability to be invisible in their battles and missions. In 1583 the province of Iga is invaded by warriors of Oda Nobunaga, burning and killing all the members of the province, Goh and Kinu deliver their son Amano to Empress Sadame who fled towards Brazil with Portuguese navigators. Upon arriving in Brazil, Sadame takes refuge with little Amano, in the city of Rio de Janeiro. Being trained by Sadame, Amano awakens his parents' murderous instincts, which would later become a major problem for Sadame who loses all control over her thirst for human blood. Amano is cursed with the Seal of Pain, this seal causes unbearable pain to its bearer when some instinct of rage and fury is awakened. Amano flees from Sadame and begins his solitary journey through the mountains of the coast of Brazil, feeding only on animal flesh, and perfecting his techniques of murder, combat and hunting in the environment of forests and lakes. Upon arriving in a place known as Provincia de São Vincente (São Paulo) he takes refuge in a dark alley, dizzy with all the noise and movement of the city, being stoned and mistreated by humans. The seal of pain was still active, which prevented Amano from killing humans with the feeling of rage. On a gloomy night, a girl, with dark hair, white skin and a slim body covered by a dark cloak, walks towards him and asks. What are you doing here, in this dirty and filthy place? Amano moves away from this girl, she keeps getting closer...more and more....until she puts her hand on her forehead and says "I declare broken the seal that curses you for centuries".......In this exact moment. moment Amano's Seal of Pain is broken! And from this day, Amano declares his undying loyalty to this girl known as Mϊŋɠ Xϊąσ Ƈℓεɱεŋŧϊŋε. and adopts the name Wu Amano.

Angeli Mortis

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	Princeps:	Shadowed Death (shadowripper1)
	Delegate:	Kyna Death(triKyna)
	Liaison:	Not Assigned
	History:	Since before the beginning of time we have watched over this world and its creatures guiding them as much as we could. While we watched and cared for these beings threw out the ages they called us many names, you might know some of them, Thor, Athena, Juno, their Gods, their Goddesses, their Heros and Heroines. We never cared for the names but you know how it goes, people want to put a name to things. Now we come to this chapter of the story , peering back threw the veil of time my eyes saw a strong warrior woman in a place that didn't want her, a family that disowned her, a world that struggled with her. I took her under my wing and guided her to whom she has become today. a Queen in her own right many times over, she gifted me this house not as a reward but of a promise of never ending loyalty, honor and family. We are the Watchers, The Teachers, The Angeli Mortis, Angels of Death