Luthor turned from the cave mouth and looked around the bleak landscape.
The sky had now gone from pale blue to a dull grey colour and the sun had
almost set. He walked over to the smouldering campfire and sat down. Then
he heard a voice from behind him "Luthor Blackheart?" asked the person
behind him. Luthor span around and eyed the mysterious person. The person
was wearing a long black cloak, pulled tightly around him. His face was a
very pale grey and he had shoulder length jet-black hair, most of his hair
was behind his cloak.
"Yes, who might you be?" asked Luthor, with his hand on the hilt of his knife.
"There will be no need for violence Luthor," said the mystery guest, noticing Luthor was grasping his knife.
"Who are you and how do you know of me?" demanded Luthor.
"I am Senkrad Von Carstein, previous elector count of Starktown," replied the person.
"Previous?"
"Yes, I had to leave the aristocracy after... some awkward complications took place" replied Senkrad.
The sky roared as a storm started to brew. Suddenly Luthor face darkened as if he had just seen a snotling slay a bloodthirster of Khorne. "Did you say your name was Von Carstein?" asked Luthor
"Yes" said Senkrad with a disturbing grin.
"Von Carstein was a family of...Vampires" said Luthor.
"Yes. Vlad Von Carstein is the most well known. But my uncle Konrad Von Carstein is easily the most powerful. Anyway, come with me to my house in Stirland. We have much to discuss. Like Karl Ironhelm" replied Senkrad.
"You. You slaughtered all my men?" asked Luthor as rain started to fall heavily.
"Yes," answered Senkrad,
"And you are a vampire?" Luthor asked again curiously. Senkrad opened his mouth a little to reveal small, razor white fangs.
"Come Luthor Blackheart, a coach is waiting" Said the vampire.
"I will never go with you," said Luthor with distaste.
"Why? Do you have a grudge to bear on the legions of the dead? We can discuss your father" questioned Senkrad as he turned and walked along the muddy pass. Luthor froze. No one had mentioned his father. He looked at his situation. A storm was about to launch a relentless assault on the mountains and he had a broken arm, but this foul creature had mentioned his father. Luthor rose and followed the vampire. Still clutching his broken arm.
He got to the coach and saw that it was drawn by two black steeds; the vampire was sat in the black coach with the door still open. "I was getting tired of waiting for you. Maybe I can tend to that arm of yours aswell," said Senkrad grinning.
"I only came because you mentioned my father," replied Luthor as he reluctantly entered the coach. The steeds set off as soon as the door slammed shut. "Why do you want me?" asked Luthor.
"I need to discuss a matter of the Imperial province known as Stirland," replied Senkrad.
"Stirland?"
"Yes Stirland. My family have dwelled in this province for decades, maybe more. The Drakwald forest was home to my ancestor Vlad Von Carstein. My manor also is located near this forest," answered Senkrad as the sun completely set and the coach tumbled along the muddy pass.
"Yes, who might you be?" asked Luthor, with his hand on the hilt of his knife.
"There will be no need for violence Luthor," said the mystery guest, noticing Luthor was grasping his knife.
"Who are you and how do you know of me?" demanded Luthor.
"I am Senkrad Von Carstein, previous elector count of Starktown," replied the person.
"Previous?"
"Yes, I had to leave the aristocracy after... some awkward complications took place" replied Senkrad.
The sky roared as a storm started to brew. Suddenly Luthor face darkened as if he had just seen a snotling slay a bloodthirster of Khorne. "Did you say your name was Von Carstein?" asked Luthor
"Yes" said Senkrad with a disturbing grin.
"Von Carstein was a family of...Vampires" said Luthor.
"Yes. Vlad Von Carstein is the most well known. But my uncle Konrad Von Carstein is easily the most powerful. Anyway, come with me to my house in Stirland. We have much to discuss. Like Karl Ironhelm" replied Senkrad.
"You. You slaughtered all my men?" asked Luthor as rain started to fall heavily.
"Yes," answered Senkrad,
"And you are a vampire?" Luthor asked again curiously. Senkrad opened his mouth a little to reveal small, razor white fangs.
"Come Luthor Blackheart, a coach is waiting" Said the vampire.
"I will never go with you," said Luthor with distaste.
"Why? Do you have a grudge to bear on the legions of the dead? We can discuss your father" questioned Senkrad as he turned and walked along the muddy pass. Luthor froze. No one had mentioned his father. He looked at his situation. A storm was about to launch a relentless assault on the mountains and he had a broken arm, but this foul creature had mentioned his father. Luthor rose and followed the vampire. Still clutching his broken arm.
He got to the coach and saw that it was drawn by two black steeds; the vampire was sat in the black coach with the door still open. "I was getting tired of waiting for you. Maybe I can tend to that arm of yours aswell," said Senkrad grinning.
"I only came because you mentioned my father," replied Luthor as he reluctantly entered the coach. The steeds set off as soon as the door slammed shut. "Why do you want me?" asked Luthor.
"I need to discuss a matter of the Imperial province known as Stirland," replied Senkrad.
"Stirland?"
"Yes Stirland. My family have dwelled in this province for decades, maybe more. The Drakwald forest was home to my ancestor Vlad Von Carstein. My manor also is located near this forest," answered Senkrad as the sun completely set and the coach tumbled along the muddy pass.