Jeroo-Shei slumbered in his royal coffin inside of his castle in Argonia/Black Marsh with his tail wrapped around his foot. The vibrational, humming presence of the nearby Hist trees above the ground soothed him as he slept. His vampiric fortress was buried underneath the watery swamps of Black Marsh and was connected to the roots of some of the Hist trees, as Argonians liked to travel through the roots of these majestic plants.
His fortress was built after he saved his people, the Argonians, from being overrun by Werewolves. The current King of Black Marsh, Short-Tides, pledged the allegiance of the An-Xileel, Black Marsh's head of state, to Jeroo-Shei's vampire army, using his army as half of Argonia's military. Every city in Argonia was guarded by Argonian vampires under Jeroo-Shei's command along with mortal Argonians. Every Argonian city had glass cylinder tanks filled with a surplus of Human blood so the Argonian vampire guards would never go blood starving, and if a group of tanks were to run out, Jeroo-Shei would send his right hand minion, the Slasher, to go acquire more blood.
Jeroo-Shei heard a couple of knocks on the closed door of his coffin. He opened one eye and proceeded to open the other slowly as he shoved the door to his coffin away from his body. Jeroo-Shei leaped out of his coffin, looking way burlier, taller, and fiercer than he did a thousand years ago. With a symmetrical half of his body blending into the dim-lit shadows of the Vampiric stronghold, he looked at the other Argonian Vampire standing before him and asked, "What troubles you, Ang-Zaw?" with his grumbling, menacing voice...