Roses of Barfunweltz

"He is here, my Lord."  Castellan Trutz smiled as she delivered the news, but Lord Tzunaak found his feelings mixed. The whole purpose of his ostensible crusade had been to inveigle himself into the Pontifex's inner circle and there was a lot at stake now that this opportunity was upon him. "Invite him to --" Tzunaak stopped himself and swallowed. "No. Respectfully inform his Excellency that I shall attend him directly." He needed to overcome every ounce of his pride to win over the Pontifex. The Pontifex Surrexit, astride the Ophanim Lord Tzunaak knelt before the Pontifex Surrexit who climbed down from the shimmering gheist-drake known as the Ophanim and stepped towards him. "Your messenger Lord Voltaire told me of great deeds done upon the Ravaged Coast in the name of the Rose." Tzunaak kept his head bowed but smiled - this was a promising start. "If his reports are accurate, your recent victory over the Skaven was especially impressiv...