Pale as the blood-drained moon, the Count Mordom stands before you. Gaunt and haughty, this mighty Vampire feeds off of those foolish or lucky enough to make it to his abode. Staring icely at you, he fixes you with a contemptueous glare as vile as the rest of his ghoulish appearance. Tattered rags flutter in an unseen wind around him, but it's doubtfull that one in a state as this considers catching a cold, much of a threat. Maybe more as some sort of perferse pleasure. It is in excellent condition.
You chant, 'ethos deus beleah'. You call upon the gods to help you detect the alignment of Count Mordom the Vampire. You feel that Count Mordom the Vampire is morally evil. Is out of favour with raisa. Is neutral to none. Is a follower of none.