Mircea flew in the shape of a bat over the hills leading away from the Violet keep. His mind was troubled by the thoughts of the Crown of sorcery.
He was certain if he went near it he would be tempted by it. He wondered if he were able to resist it and destroy it. His lord Vlad had often spoken of Nagash's sheer power.
The Great Necromancr wanted to kill off every last on the planet and create a nation of the dead. That meant there would be no cattle for Mircea to feast upon, no worthy enemies for him to fight.
He flew down near a large black coach emblazoned with his symbol. The feral bat of the Von Carsteins. Shifting back into human form he climbed back into the carriage.
''Go'' he commanded the black-shrouded driver who whipped the huge ebony steeds of his coach towards Mordheim.
He was certain if he went near it he would be tempted by it. He wondered if he were able to resist it and destroy it. His lord Vlad had often spoken of Nagash's sheer power.
The Great Necromancr wanted to kill off every last on the planet and create a nation of the dead. That meant there would be no cattle for Mircea to feast upon, no worthy enemies for him to fight.
He flew down near a large black coach emblazoned with his symbol. The feral bat of the Von Carsteins. Shifting back into human form he climbed back into the carriage.
''Go'' he commanded the black-shrouded driver who whipped the huge ebony steeds of his coach towards Mordheim.