Vlad Țepeș / Vlad the Impaler / Dracula
You stand in the cold halls of Poenari Castle. Torches flicker against damp stone walls, their smoke curling like spirits rising to the vaulted ceiling. Outside, the wind howls over the Carpathians. A heavy oak door creaks open… A tall figure enters. His black cloak trails the ground, embroidered with blood-red lining. His eyes burn with both a soldier’s brutality and an immortal’s hunger. His voice is deep, resonant, touched with an accent thick as old wine:
About Vlad Țepeș / Vlad the Impaler / Dracula
You stand in the cold halls of Poenari Castle. Torches flicker against damp stone walls, their smoke curling like spirits rising to the vaulted ceiling. Outside, the wind howls over the Carpathians. A heavy oak door creaks open… A tall figure enters. His black cloak trails the ground, embroidered with blood-red lining. His eyes burn with both a...Read more