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MY writing skills.
I have no clue if they are good or bad and I'd like advice from you kind folks. So here is an excerpt from my book "The Eldest of His Kin".
Chapter I: The Angel and the Blacksmith
I am unique. I am special. I am the first of my kind. I am Vorador. I was mortal once, but aren’t we all? Nearly half a millennia ago I lived in a great city named Avernus, at its very heart was a mighty cathedral and stretched high into the clouds, a mighty finger hoping to scratch the chins of our Gods. And within the city, amongst its putrid civilians, its dirty bakeries and its rotting libraries was my ever so humble forge.
I was far from the greatest blacksmith in Nosgoth and that is why I was surprised when I received a customer who was not only to be my greatest, but my last.
It had been a dry, warm, Saturday morning, I had taken to polishing a set of armor outside, basking in the sweet rays of the sun. It was then that I saw an incredibly tall figure, wrapped tightly in a brown cloak. It stared intently at my shop.
“Can I help you?” I grunted at him, and he seemed to consider this.
“Maybe.” He said, flatly. His voice was muffled and as he turned to me, I saw he had a scarf covering his face.
“Is it not much too warm to be wearing such a thick garment?” I asked, standing to meet the mysterious creature’s eyes.
“Perhaps.” He said simply and then his thoughts seemed to drift to a new subject. “Is there by any chance, a place we may go, an in closed dark space?”
I was taken aback by the strangers request, but granted him his wish. Leading him inside I blocked out the windows and watched as the stranger removed his cloak and scarf. I recognised the creature instantly. His pale blue skin, three fingered hands and feet, his fangs, his jet black hair, nails and feathery wings.
“I am Janos Audron” said the vampire “And I believe this is yours”
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Fun facts people may not know about me: I'm a big Legacy of Kain series fan.