"Now, lying there helpless and with your fear and terror clearly etched on your face know this: The day I was turned, the land wept for my beauty, as you weep now for your life."... Ilsabet was a very aggressive child while growing up and had little interest in the finery of the well born. She preferred the rough life, rugged clothing and the thrill of the hunt and as she grew up her skills became so in tune with nature that none could surpass her woodcraft. But while fighting with her parents and their continuing attempts to marry her off to another of the simpering fools that her family contended would settle her down so as to cement the family business by bringing another family of importance into an alliance and solidifying the families stranglehold on the caravans that brought in the raw goods that everyone relied on to produce the goods and wares that drove the city. However she had other ideas and convinced her family that the only one she would marry would be one who could best her in woodcraft. So a hunt was arranged with her as the prize however the fates had other ideas and conspired to have her path cross with a vampire that had just moved into the area. She had never met a man with such a commanding presence about him not at all like these pampered sons of the old families trying to curry favor with hers. Startled and yet curious about him she paused but a moment to collect her thoughts and that was her undoing for he had locked gazes with her and she felt her will melt under his scrutiny. She was found several hours later and babbling all the while. They brought in the priests and the doctors all to no avail, for she still sickened and passed on. Little did they know that their problems had just begun for by week