Winds Of Change

Before I get started with the history proper, it is perhaps fitting that I include the early work from Iwonka Serpente.  Her poetics still apply as the root of the clan's founding, even though she and Christina Mixemup have left the clan for other things.  Such is the way of Second Life, and anyone who plays knows this.  People come and go, and we do our best to allow what ties are there to remain as long as possible.


Winds of Change came from the emotional time that BellaMorte was founded in. It is powerful and very relevant. It is on the clan Website, and because of this I am reposting it here.

Winds of Change

A fictitious account of the history of Bella Morte.
Written by Iwonka Serpente, BellaMorte Countess.

In the humble summer of year 2009, on the twenty first day of
the seventh month, five decided the winds of change had blown.
And so collaboration began amongst them to the building of a
new empire. The odds stacked against them but they had something
fate did not intend; burning determination and unwavering desire
for the better good. A mere vampire was worth his weight in
blood, as physics show, but here a fearless leader would be carved
and born. A fire in his eyes that blanched the souls of all within his
reach. These were no mere vampires. Always greatness befitted
them yet always the appointed fools of kind never noted them credit
nor chance.

They sat and negotiated on the future empire. The Lead from the
House of Ozsvar; a brave knight of loyalty and allegiance, wisdom
and the vision of victory drawn like the fine marble etchings of great
masters in his eyes. His thundering aura reigning above the others
with careful respect and adoration. His companions sat within their
own and spoke of the coming of a new age.

One of the House of Darkfold; a kind and strong willed hero. Master
of his intent and swift of mind and character. One of the House of
Mixemup; a raven haired beauty of the warrior clans of the north
continents; brave and cunning, relentless in her pursuit of justice and
honor. And another of the House of Bunjie; wisest and fairest in the
lands but hardened by the treachery which her life has faced. And the
last from the House of Serpente; agile and fierce and thrice cursed. Her
eyes dark, a mark of revenge in her heart for the immortal blood that
flooded her veins.

They sat, these five, well guided with pure hearts and undying loyalty
to their companions amidst. From their words the skies cried their
passions and the clouds gathered to witness. The pact was nearly
complete, the plans almost at their fill for of these five will unravel the
Lore of Bella Morte, Beautiful Death.