#86 New Fellowship of the Rose

"Arise! Go forth! Rejoice in the renewal of your lifes, o ye faithful! There is hope in the Way of the Rose!"

The Missioner was in his element. If such a creature could experience anything recognisable as joy, then that was what his constant rictus grin was expressing at this moment. Before him his disciples did indeed arise and go forth precisely as he exhorted them, though whether they were capable of rejoicing in their newly granted unlife was doubtful.

New Fellowship of the Rose

The congregation of deadwalker zombies shuffled aimlessly towards the enemy. The Missioner looked to His Holiness the Pontifex Surrexit for approval, but the Lord-General was busy directing his Blood Knights into battle. No matter, the vile old necromancer would command the New Fellowship of the Rose himself. Still grinning, he chanted his dreadful rites. And then, catching the scent of warm blood and vital viscera, the zombies suddenly surged forward. Within moments the enemy was overwhelmed as the wave of deadwalkers washed over them.

Spreading the Way of the Rose across the Mortal Realms was the sole desire of the Missioner's frozen heart. And yet his heart was troubled, for he knew that the Pontifex's lieutenant, Sir Jean de Majeure had been encouraging the Lord Crusader to return home to Barfunweltz. It had long irritated him that so many followers of the Way of the Rose were so parochial, so geographically limited in their ambitions. Yet he had heard reports that the Bloody Pilgrims were pushing to extend the boundaries of Barfunweltz. Perhaps that was a venture his New Fellowship of the Rose might be able to support upon his return to Shyish.

#87 THE GARGOYLE OF BARFUNWELTZ CATHEDRAL