A horde of dead in the Cormanthor can be found, utterly decimated by what seems to fire, ice, sonic, and lightning magic. Burned and charred corpses lie about next to frozen statues, sometimes only bits and pieces are left. Some have been corroded with acid, and here and there there are piles of ash strewn about and bits of broken bone.
Just outside the gates to the city of Myth Drannor, a young woman in light blue battle robes stands, practicing sword forms with a slender, curved elven blade. Next to her stands a statue, that looks eeriely like a life sized vampire. She practices most of the early morning until the sun is upon them.
With weariness in her eyes, she smiles, and pulls out a special rod. Tapping the statue, it becomes flesh once again. Vampiric Flesh exposed to the deadly rays of the sun.