So they say, there were the two great dynasties, or clans, rather. Their sophistication was beyond any doubt, naturally, they being who they were—those of the greatest race ever to grace the face of the planet. The likely downfall, however, was that the two assemblies existed in the same era. Their eternal war with each other, due to their conflicting regard toward the human race, was what eventually breached the gap.
The first of the clans was the Silvanus, with their beliefs that the humans were a rather convenient food source that was also particularly demanding and burdensome; they were all for weeding them out slowly as they, the Silvanus themselves, synthesized mass quantities of the dear sustenance from which they partook.
Rather in contrast, le Beaudillèvela believed the human race to be possessive of equally honorable qualities, albeit of lesser abilities. They regarded them as friend and ally, and together the two would cooperate, living in perfect harmony. At the residence of le Beaudillèvela, Noble and human and dhampir, all coexisted, and not a one questioned the arrangement. Naturally, this custom was kept a rarely discussed issue among the exterior humans, for not all were of this mind. There were those who would purse their lips in disdain at the thought of one of their own willingly housing with those who would, according to myth, readily drink their blood. These were the humans le Beaudillèvela most avoided, yet harmed not. It was also these humans that the Silvanus most hated.
And so here our story begins to unfold. The kingdoms were constantly and unabashedly attempting the other's defeat, and thereby would dominantly institute their policy toward the human race. This would effectively render them the predominate clan among their kin.
Around the year 11700 le Beaudillavèla and Silvanus were particularly climaxing their war. Be it from foundations or ruins, it is here we shall commence.