Roses of Barfunweltz

Lord Tzunaak had only ever bowed the knee to one other creature: Manfredd Von Carstein himself. So as he tried to kneel now, his legs resisted and his blighted soul screamed in defiance. Yet he knew he had no choice but to perform this pretence for the sake of his mission, and so with gritted fangs, the secret Emissary of Sternieste knelt before the Pontifex Surrexit. The Lord Crusader of the Rose was - as always - aloof, encased in glossy plate armour the colour of venous blood and decorated with the ancient sigils of the Order of the Blood-Drenched Rose. The Pontifex Surrexit believed himself the divinely-appointed Lord of Barfunweltz. There was no questioning the Lord Crusader's power as a warrior and as a general, but his political naïvety was an open secret. So single-minded was he with regards to his great mission, that he was blissfully unaware of the machinations of his advisors and the plots and whispers that surrounded him. For some time now, Lady Beauvoir and her Bloody ...