When the Vampire Lords of old escaped the destruction of Lahmia and fled north, Ushoran, the Lord of Masks, was among them. A most powerful and proud Vampire Lord, he soon challenged the other Lords for supremacy. However, they resisted him and decided that nobody should rule over them anymore. They preferred to go further north and then divide, free to follow their own different paths to damnation.

Ushoran was furious. He spitefully rejected them, cursed them all and then left.

He guided his few remaining minions to the west, towards a small kingdom of Men. Strigos was the name of this kingdom, in the western foothills of the Worlds Edge Mountains, where the Blind River reaches the plains. The capital of this realm was the great walled city of Mourkain (which can be found on some ancient Imperial maps under the name of Morgheim). In a few centuries, the children of the Lord of Masks were holding many positions of importance in the city and Ushoran eventually took over the kingdom and ruled over the Strigoi for many centuries thereafter. He was worshipped as a divinity by his human subjects in a way that was reminiscent of the ancient Cult of Blood in Lahmia. A few men, chosen from amongst the nobility, were given eternal life as Vampires and they formed Ushoran's closest ministers and the high priests of his cult. Once more human sacrifices were consumed in moonless nights, but wisely Ushoran and his priests always chose their victims from among captured enemies, slaves and criminals, so that the people of Strigos never felt threatened by their terrible masters.

But to rule in peace was not to be the final destiny of this line of Vampires. It was when the armies of Strigos were engaged in the north of the kingdom, fighting off a raid from one of the neighbouring human kingdoms, that disaster struck. Out of the Worlds Edge Mountains erupted a huge greenskin Waaagh! The ravening Orcs engulfed the rich plains of Strigos, annihilated the border patrols and soon laid siege to Mourkain itself. When news of the attack reached Ushoran, who was leading his army in the north, he immediately turned back to defend his capital.

At the Battle of the Plain of Dust the already depleted army of Strigos clashed with the uncountable Orcs beneath the walls of the city. After a long and bloody fight, the Strigoi were defeated and retreated in desperation towards the city walls.

When the powerful Orc shaman who was leading the horde saw that the gates of the city had been opened to allow the remnants of the routed army into the city, he seized the moment and launched an all-out attack against the gate defences. A massive Orc chieftain and the shaman, both mounted on great Wyverns, fell on the beleaguered humans at the city entrance. At these gates the fate of Mourkain was to be decided, for it was there that Ushoran decided to make his last stand. The duel between the Orcs and the Vampire Lord was epic, but eventually the Undead noble succumbed to the mighty powers of the shaman and was destroyed. His dying scream is still said to echo at night in the sinister ruins of the great city of Mourkain.

Then the Orcs turned on the capital and razed it to the ground, butchering or enslaving all the population. This once proud kingdom was completely wiped from history and now the area that it occupied goes under the name of the Badlands. The few survivors who escaped the Ores' devastation are now a scattered nomadic people, known as Strigany, travelling through the human kingdoms in small caravans and living off expediences. Their myths and legends still remember the golden age when the 'undying king' was reigning over a rich and powerful Strigos, and they prophesise that one day he will return and guide his people to reclaim their ancient land and rebuild its splendour.

Not all the Strigoi Vampires were destroyed with Ushoran. Some survived and fled to the human kingdoms in the north. In need of help, they searched for others of their kind and eventually found them in the forests of Sylvania. But the proud Count von Carstein still remembered the spiteful arrogance of Ushoran and turned on his minions, hunting them down like animals in the woods.

After that episode of bloody betrayal, the few remaining Strigoi scattered across the Old World. Whenever they met Vampires of different lines they received the same treatment they had endured from the von Carsteins. Soon, the Strigoi Vampires had to hide from the wrath of their own kin and turned to a life of scavenging at the borders of human society. From the darkness of gutters, woods and abandoned buildings they would spy on the Lahmian and von Carstein Vampires at the balls and banquets of the aristocracy. Their beauty, nobility and wealth reminded the miserable Strigoi of what they had lost, and hatred and envy started to devour their minds. They began to feel the same towards the martial Blood Dragons and powerful Necrarchs, who regarded the Strigoi respectively as a challenging enemy to slay in a duel, or as an interesting specimen to dissect in their laboratories.

The Strigoi slowly transformed into desperate creatures, hated both by the living and by the other Vampires. In their desolation many of them lost their minds completely and became solitary, pathetic creatures, afraid of feeding on humans for fear of attracting the attention of the witch hunters or, even worse, of other Vampires. For this reason they hid in graveyards, digging out recently buried corpses to drink their cold blood and hiding during the day in the dank crypts and gutters near their feeding ground. Their physical appearance soon started to reflect their miserable condition, as they turned into hunched grotesque monstrosities. The more bestial traits of their race soon prevailed and eradicated any semblance of human appearance.

Even if most of them have to some degree lost their minds, they still possess many of the innate powers that all Vampires have. Their authority over the living dead and the myriad creatures of the night is still strong. They have not lost the power to raise the dead from their slumber and bind them to their will, but they do so in their own instinctual way. Even if their magic is less subtle than the more refined forms of necromancy practiced by the other Vampires, it is no less powerful.

Packs of flesh-eating Ghouls are attracted to these lonely creatures and often form grotesque courts around them. Grave robbers and those vile men who gather on battlefields to steal from the bodies of the fallen have learned all too well that they must do their deeds before nightfall and then leave. With darkness, different kinds of scavengers always fall on these places of death: swarms of Ghouls led by massive, fast and deadly night hunters: Strigoi Vampires. It is little wonder that the peoples of the Old World refer to the Strigoi as the 'Ghoul Kings'.

The same superstitious people accuse the wandering Strigany of being in contact with these dangerous creatures, of worshipping and serving them. It is said that the nomads sometimes kidnap children to offer them to the Ghoul Kings in a parody of the rituals of ancient Strigos. Others are sure that the Strigany help the Strigoi Vampires' to move from town to town in their caravans, contributing to spread this evil plague. These rumours, usually completely false, have cost the Strigany dearly, since they are often persecuted, rejected and killed for no other reason than this reputation.

Strigoi Vampires are rare and are found mostly in the southern provinces of the Empire, in Tilea and the Border Princes. They seem to be somehow attracted towards the Badlands, towards Strigos of old. At times, powerful Strigoi Vampires raise a vast army of the living dead around themselves and push south, in a desperate attempt to recreate the kingdom they once had and lost. They have always been stopped, so far...