#127 - Emissary of Sternieste
The rain lashed down in the moonlight, shifting and swirling in the howling wind. Five figures had taken shelter in the lee of a mighty monolith, long since abandoned by the Children of Chaos. They felt no discomfort on account of the weather for the dead do not feel such things, but the once-mortal vampires still occasionally exhibited subconsciously human behaviour. The tallest of the five, his head cowled by a lupine pelt, stood more exposed, glaring out into the darkness. "My wolves have the scent of an undead steed." A female vampire, resplendent and beautiful in silver armour smirked. "Oh! They're your wolves now, are they Bortirz?" Tes's tone was mocking, and there was a distrustful glint in her eye. "He will come soon," said another armoured Soulblight, this one in red armour, leaning despondently against the rock, "and I will face the consequences of my actions." Tes rolled her eyes at Sir Jean de Majeure's arrogant presumpt...
