von Carstein Tale: Chapter 3-Vampire Wars

[Get of W'soran]

Wolfenburg
Autumn 2017​

Peter strode towards the command tent and smiled faintly at the five armoured figures standing guard outside it, they had swords of almost six foot leaning against their shoulders and all wore identical black plate armour, a twisted version of the Greatswords who protected the mortal Counts of the Empire.
All five were also Blood Dragons and they smiled at Peter in welcome before silently stepping aside so he could enter.

Peter stepped into the command tent and swiftly took in the scene.

Simon sat in the corner, arms folded, looking uncharacteristically sombre with a frown of worry creasing his forehead.

Damek sat next to him, slouched limply to the side, for the past few months he hadn’t even been attempting to hide his exhaustion and Peter wondered for just how much longer he could keep up his spellcasting.

Three figures stood in around a map table in the centre of the tent.
General Faulsing was arguing angrily with the black armoured man across from him, stabbing a finger at the map furiously.
”We won at Ostermark and we can win here! I’ve held this siege for two years and I will not give up now!”

The black armoured man shook his head and glanced back, his grim features relaxing slightly as he saw the other blood dragon.
”Peter.” he said in welcome.

Peter smiled in return.
”Dieter.”

Dieter Schwartz was of the same bloodline as Peter like the rest of Vlad’s Greatswords but he was also their founder and Captain.
It had caused quite a fuss when he had shown up with five other members of the Count’s twenty strong guard.

Despite the current circumstances Peter couldn’t help but smile at how well polished Dieter’s black armour was and how the silver wolf-head emblem on his breast shone.

Dieter ran his hand through his hair as he turned back to face Meyerling.

”Faulsing, you cannot win here. Look at your men!” he shouted stabbing a finger at Simon and Damek.

”They’re exhausted and we’re the undead! The supposedly tireless! How much longer can they keep focus in combat before making a slip and more importantly how much longer can Damek last before arcane exhaustion takes him! Even I know that magic tires even our kind out!”

Meyerling glanced over at his right hand mage, uncertainty entering his gaze for the first time in Peter’s memory.

”He’s right.” murmured the third figure next to the map.

Peter glanced at Akarin and saw he was wearing a sad smile.
”Pulling back makes sense, you’re the best tactician in the family after the Count, you know this.” he continued. ”It’s not as if the two years have been a waste, we’ve struck fear into the human’s heart and terrorised their capital for all that time. We tried and failed to defeat them, even I failed in opening the city gates before reinforcements arrived. Now with those reinforcements we can’t hope to stand against the might of the Elector Count.”

Before Meyerling could respond one of Dieter’s Greatswords stepped into the tent.
”Captain.” he said striding over to Dieter. ”Knights, perhaps two dozen have broken through our lines and are riding right on us and this force doesn’t have a true Mounted division only Black Knights.”

”Barely any at that.” Damek inserted as he pushed himself to his feet. ”We’ve only a dozen or so left, most were destroyed in the last attempt to break the enemy line.”

Dieter lifted his massive blade of the map table and glanced at Meyerling.

The von Carstein nodded in return and gestured for Damek to follow.
Within moments all the vampire’s stood outside the tent.

The Knights where in sight and Peter saw the Greatsword had been right, there was at least thirty of them.

”Faulsing begin an orderly retreat, if they can risk this many men on a suicide run at us then clearly they are reinforced more strongly than we thought.”

Meyerling frowned.
”It makes no...” he trailed off and nodded slightly. ”It is time to leave, I shall recall my troops.”

Damek stepped forward and pointed at the Knights.
”I’ll thin out their numbers.” he smirked and began an incantation, he was only a few syllables in when an arrow thumped into his neck.
The sorcerer was thrown from his feet and crashed into the ground rendered unconscious.
Simon was moving to Damek’s side before the other vampire had even hit the ground.

”Silver tipped and god’s know what else!” spat the blonde vampire as he removed the arrow.

Peter moved forward as Faulsing stumbled slightly.
”Meyerling?” he asked with concern.

The General straightened.
”It’s...nothing. Just the burden of controlling the entire army all at once when Damek lost consciousness.”

Dieter was staring in shock at the Knights who had wheeled around to strike out at a few fleeing mortal necromancer’s.
”Knights with bows?” he asked with confusion.

”Dishonourable bastards!” Peter spat.

Faulsing frowned glancing at the wound in Damek’s neck then back at where he had stood when struck.

Realisation dawned over his expression.

”Move!” he cried.

The vampires where a blur as they all move with supernatural speed away from their current location moments before dozens of arrows smashed through the air.

Simon stopped; he held the immobile form of Damek over his shoulder.
”What the hells?”

Meyerling pointed at the treeline to the right and snarled.
”Archers!”.
Even as he pointed the dozen remaining Black Knights under his command charged straight at the location he was glaring towards.

A few screams emitted from the trees before silence returned.

Dieter meanwhile was jogging away with his Greatswords.
”A retreat now! I’ll hold back the Knights!” the Captain shouted.

Peter glanced at Meyerling who nodded slightly.
”I’ll have to abandon the lesser dead to hold back the Empire main force but I can evacuate the mortals, artillery and Great dead such as Wights. Go assist Vlad’s Guard. I will send a signal when we’re leaving.”

*******

Peter nodded and ran off, unsheathing the sword at his waist.
He stumbled to a stop a few moments later as he saw a lance-weilding Knight ride straight towards Dieter.

”Dieter! Watch out!” he cried.

The Greatsword Captain stood still, his sword resting against his shoulder as he watched the Knight ride at him.
When the Knight was a mere few feet away the vampire exploded into action, in a blur he moved to the side away from the lance and with once slash he removed the horse’s head.
The Knight flew of his now dead mount and smashed into the ground, landing roughly on his back.

Dieter watched as the mortal scrambled to his feet.

”Come blue-blood.” he sneered at the Knight. ”Show me your steel.”

The human left out a cry and tore his sword from its scabbard, slashing out with a ferocious cut.
Dietier parried the blade with ease and drove the tip of his sword into the Knight’s chest.
”I always said it was only the Empire’s infantry that knew how to fight.” he mocked the dying man.

*******

Dieter looked down at the dead body, half-buried disgust at the noble warrior-caste rising up but he pushed the thoughts down. They belonged to a long dead man.
Turning he saw Peter staring at him in shock and he smiled, the other blood dragon never got used to how quick he or his men could wield the large two-handed swords they used.

”Going to just watch or do you want to actually help?” he asked as Peter strode up to him.

”Well...” Peter started before flashing his sword out at Dieter’s head, the other vampire ducked swiftly before hearing a gurgling noise behind him.
Straightening he turned and saw a Knight pierced by Peter’s sword.

”Ah...” the Greatsword said glancing with annoyance at Peter. ”I knew he was there.”

”Sure you did captain.” the Blood Knight replied pleasantly.

Dieter rolled his eyes and gestured to where his five men where battling the still surviving Knights.

”Coming? I know it might be hard to keep up without a horse, I know you Knights don’t like walking or having to get dirty.” Dieter asked casually in a way that came with practice.

Peter replied swiftly, his face as composed as the other vampire’s.
”Of course, can’t have you dirty peasants messing it up.”

Dieter chuckled and both Blood Dragons set off towards the mortal Knights.

*******

Peter wiped the blood of his sword as the last mortal knight gasped out his final breath.
He glanced at the other Greatswords; Dieter was right about one thing, fighting with them was nothing like with his other Blood Dragon brethren.
With the Blood Knight’s it was about the first charge, the joy of combat and the honour of defeating your foe.
And whilst he knew Dieter enjoyed a good duel as much as anyone the unity with which the Greatswords fought was far different than that of the Knight Order that had trained Peter.
The Greatswords where more about efficiency and swiftly killing their foes, rather than trying to achieve personal glory.
It was easy to tell all of them had done this as mortals and had rose up the commoner ranks.

Peter noticed Dieter was looking at him strangely.

”Sorry, did you say something?” Peter asked.

Dieter nodded and gestured over towards the von Carstein front lines.
”Most of the Skeletons are destroyed, it’s only meagre zombies keeping the humans back by weight but they’re break through soon. Should we join Meyerling?”

Peter nodded and strode off with the six other vampires back towards their von Carstein masters.

Wolfenburg 2017, a day that would go down in infamy within the von Carstein family, a day that the many of the more political Sylvanian vampires would use to point out the mistake of giving command of an army to a series of third generation officers.
Fritz would call it the most amusing venture of the war.
Konrad was said to have sneered and pointed it out as an example of third generation thin-bloodedness.
However many others had the opposite opinion.
The Baron Karl would call it a show of tactical brilliance that so few had in fact caused an entire province to grind to a halt for two entire years whilst besieging the Capital and had managed to escape with the most valuable parts of their army from a sizeable amount of Imperial reinforcements.
Vlad had publically applauded the efforts of the third army’s General and his lieutenants as well as using the Knight Peter under Faulsing’s command as an example of how other Bloodlines could work alongside the von Carsteins so well.
-Memoirs of the Captain of Sylvania’s Greatsword regiment.​

//The third part of the von Carstein tales. A few years (well more than a few) into the First Vampire War. Been writing this lately at night and early morning due to sleeping problems.
Anyway took me a few attempts to do this, originally had Dieter as a Blood Knight but decided I wanted something different.
Anyway hope peoples enjoy it somewhat.//

 

[The Brotherhood of Necros]

Engaging as always, GoW!

TPL

 

[Get of W'soran]

Vlad's Camp
Late Spring 2019 ​

As dusk began to turn to night the sound of steel ringing against steel echoed throughout the army's camp, most vampires where barely awake with the human servants of the immortal lords quietly patrolling the outskirts as their masters slumbered.

Damek walked past tents and regiments of silent undead warriors towards the source of the sound, his curiosity peaked. The sound led him to the northern edge of the camp site where space had been left for the vampiric warriors of the army to practice their swordsmanship although admittedly there were few who bothered, most of the family preferred to rely on brute strength to slaughter the enemy cattle and spent their free time indulging themselves in some way or another but he had heard the Blood Dragons made good use of it.
Damek was glad he had spent the early morning, just after his arrival, walking around the camp for he was sure he would have been hopelessly lost otherwise.

Damek pulled up short as he saw the gathering crowd, apparently the sound had attracted more than a few bored von Carsteins.
The crowd parted slightly to allow Damek through and he smiled faintly at what he saw.
Two warriors circled each other, one in gleaming crimson plate wielding a blade and shield whilst the other wore pitch black and had a massive zweihander leaning against his shoulder. Although both where visored he had enough contact with the two to guess their identities.
Dieter of the Greatswords and Sir Friedrich, one of the newly arrived Blood Knights that Damek had met a few times.
Damek frowned as he inspected the two, he may be a novice when it came to the martial arts but it was clear who had the upper hand, Dieter appeared unscathed with dark blood running down his blade whilst Friedrich's armour had been rent many places.

”Ah so you came to check it out as well.” Peter said stepping out of the crowd to stand next to Damek.

”Yea...what's going on, don't these things usually stop at first blood?” the sorcerer asked.

Peter nodded with a resigned expression ”This isn't a training bout, as you know Friedrich has been pushing his knights forward as candidates to be Vlad's personal guard, claiming those of peasant birth have no right to guard our lord and well Dieter took exception, one thing led to another and...” he trailed of waving towards the two combatants.

Damek rolled his eyes, he would never understand the stiff backed pride of these Blood Dragon warriors, although he didn't say as much to Peter.

”Why doesn't Friedrich back down, he's obviously lost.”

”I wouldn't count him out just yet, he was a preceptor of my order before he was sired and maintained the position against all rivals, he's a skilled swordsman and a good knight.” Peter told his friend although he didn't sound convinced.

Damek guessed the real answer why the man wouldn't give up was pride but he had his own concerns, many of these Blood Dragons where only present due to the recent invitation from Vlad who had sent envoys to Blood Keep to request their allegiance for this war.
What would they do if one of their officers was killed so early by a von Carstein soldier.
Dameks musings where interrupted as Friedrich launched himself at Dieter, attempting to slam his shield into the other vampire's face but the Greatsword was ready and he neatly sidestepped before slamming the pommel of his sword into the side of the Knight's helmet leaving a large dent.

The blood knight stumbled away and tore the ruined helmet from his head, revealing a surprisingly youthful face as blood ran down the side of his skull.

Dieter removed his own helmet and threw it to the ground showing the annoyed expression he wore.
”Surrender knight, this is foolishness of the highest order, you can not beat me on foot so give up.” the vampire growled angrily

Friedrich spat on the ground and glared at his opponent
”Surrender to you? I think not, no dirty peasant will outdo me!” he sneered.

Damek caught a brief expresion of utter fury on Dieter's face before it was replaced by calm.

”Very well Sir Knight, I'll give you the blessing of death at the hand of the Count's Champion.” he replied coldly.

With a roar the knight hurled himself forward, keeping his shield raised and blade held high.

Dieter slid a foot backwards and held the blade horizontally with the trip facing the knight.

”Damn...it's over.” Peter whispered.

Damek was about to ask how when he saw it for himself.

Dieter moved more swiftly than Damek would have thought possible with such a huge weapon, the blade was thrust straight at the shield but instead of being turned aside it tore straight through the sheet of metal and embedded itself in Friedrich's chest.
For a moment Damek felt a flare of magic as the Greatswords enchantments tasted blood.

Friedrich coughed up blood and looked slightly confused.
”Beaten...by filth...not possi-...” he trailed off as the dark magic that animated his vampiric body left him due to the irreparable damage done to his heart.
Even as Dieter withdrew the blade his defeated foe's body was disintegrating into dust.

”A shame.” Peter said sadly before turning and walking away.

When Damek turned back he saw Dieter was walking towards him.

”My lord van Hurst .” the Greatsword greeted formally with a bow, his helmet was once again in place leaving only his mouth and jaw visible ”May I inquire as to your presence in the camp? I was under the impression that you were still with Faulsing.”

Damek nodded in return. ”I have come to make a request of the count, I was excused by the General.”

”I see...and did I just see Peter?” Dieter asked.

Damek nodded. ”He is going to be fighting alongside the Count until further notice, so I accompanied him to make my request. We both arrived early this morning and heard the Count had already taken to his coffin so we both decided to just sleep the day away, I was awoken by this duel of yours and Peter was already here.”

The Count's Champion nodded and give a slight smile after a stretch of silence.
”Apologies, I'm abit out of sorts this night. I would be happy to escort you to Vlad's tent.”

Damek nodded again returning the other man's smile.
”I'd be most grateful.”

 

[Get of W'soran]

Damek and Dieter arrived at Vlad's centre of command after awhile, the Count's Champion taking his time to show Dieter where some of the other imporant lords where staying and making some small talk with the soldiers they passed. When they arrived Damek had to admit he was shocked at the appearance of the Count's tent which seemed to dominate the camp, being of colossal size in comparison to the others.

”You would I think I could have found something this size myself.” Damek said with a faint smile.

Dieter chuckled slightly as he nodded to the two vampires of his guard standing by the entrance before striding past them with Damek following behind. As they entered the tent Damek found Vlad sitting on what appeared to be a replica of the obsidian throne although somewhat less impressive. The count was in audience with five figures, all of whom were clearly vampires as Damek could hear no heartbeat but he also couldn't sense any blood in them.
Only two of them where instantly recognisable to the newly arrived von Carstein, the first was a slim woman called Akela in a flowing black dress and long black hair, Damek had met her during a diplomatic meeting with the Lahmian sisterhood years ago and although the meeting with Nefereta had not been entirely pleasant at least she and her daughters where beautiful to look upon.. Akela had almost been one of the more diplomatic of the sisterhood, likely why she was chosen for this position.
The second was an elderly looking man with short white hair wearing the crimson plate armour of the Knightly Order of Blood Dragons, he was a somewhat stiff man overly concerned with the silly beliefs of honour and duty which combined to make him a somewhat humourless fellow. He was, however, a pleasant man and was one of the few knights alongside Peter who respected Dieter's soldiers of common blood. He had arrived with a large number of knights recently, possibly when Peter had been sent to seek some out. As far as Damek had been able to find out the vampire had been a member of the inner circle of knights before Harkon had changed the order into something more that mere sword swinging mortals and had managed to retain his high rank in unlife.
The other three Damek did not recognise, although truth be told he didn't deal with the ambassadors that met with Vlad and his direct sons so it was possible any or indeed all of them had been frequent visitors to Drakenhof.

Vlad's gaze shifted as he noticed the two visitors and smiled.
”Damek, when did you arrive?” he asked.

”Just before sunrise my lord but I thought it best to wait until the sun had set again before requesting a meeting."

Vlad looked annoyed for a moment and looked to his right at what seemed to be an empty dark corner before turning back and regaining his smile.

”Well Damek, I am finished here but let me introduce you to these ambassadors from the others of our kind.” the count said gesturing for Damek to approach.

Damek took a place to the right of the throne as Dieter remained at the entrance of the tent.

Before Vlad could say anything Akela nodded and smiled.
”I am familiar with young Damek, I hope you are well.” she said in a voice as beautiful as she herself was, enhanced by the strange accent that Damek had come to notice many of the older vampires had.

”I am my lady and I hope that you too are doing well.” he replied with a courtly bow.
”All is well, my Queen Nefereta recently decided that we needed a permanent emissary stationed with our most beloved allies of house von Carstein.”

Vlad chuckled at this ”Oh yes, I am sure that the Queen relished having one of her own amongst our ranks, she has always liked to keep an eye on me.” he said sounding amused.

Damek frowned, feeling somewhat confused by this but noticed that he was not the only one, most of the other vampires seemed to share this confusion except Akela who looked rather peeved by the entire exchanged and the withered corpse-like vampire next to her who was smirking.

”And you know Sir Hans Hector I am sure.” Vlad asked gesturing at the Blood Dragon.

Damek nodded and raised an eyebrow.
”Forgive me for asking but why is a Blood Dragon emissary needed? What I mean is unlike the Lahmians there is no corresponding brotherhood...I was under the belief that your order had went it's separate ways following the assault on Blood Keep.”

Normally such a question would have been a huge political blunder but Damek was familiar enough with these serious knights to realise that they could take such comments without getting upset.

”A fair question.” Hans told him looking as stern as usual ”The order may be broken but it is not entirely dead. I mostly serve in approaching others of my line to request that they join Vlad's host whether as serving knights or mercenaries” he spat out the last in disgust ”That aside, I am also still in contact with my sire which can be helpful.”

”He has indeed been most helpful, not only as an emissary but as a tactician and in battle also.” Vlad added before gesturing to the corpse-like vampires. ”And this is Nekhlior of the Necrarchs.”

Damek nodded to the vampire feeling uneasy, he had heard of the Necrarchs and found them disturbing. Although genius sorcerers they, unlike the von Carsteins, wished a true land of the dead where no mortal ever walked, how could they not realise without the blood of mortals that vampire-kind was doomed.
They also had no overseeing organisation so Damek couldn't see what this man was an emissary of.

Nekhlior, perhaps taking notice of the younger vampire's body language smiled, if the expression was meant to show warmth it was something of a failure making the rotten immortal's face even more fearful looking.

”Greetings child of Va...Vlad” he said after a moments hesitation ”And if you plan to ask of me the same that you asked of the blood dragon then allow me to inform you that I am an emissary of a group known as “W'soran's disciples” a loose-confederacy of Necrarchs spanning the length of the old world and beyond. I also represent another group, remnants who have remained loyal to the resurrection of our God ...” the Necrarch started but was interrupted as Vlad smashed his fist into the arm of his throne.

”I do not wish his name spoken here Sorcerer.” the Count stated.

The Necrarch turned to look at Vlad for a moment before bowing slightly and remaining quiet.

Damek usually would have been intrigued by this but instead was more interested in the two other vampires. The only bloodline that had not yet been mentioned was the Strigoi, but they where little more than beasts, closer to ghouls than true vampires.
So then who did these other two represent, he guessed their appearances perhaps hinted towards such for neither was from the old world as far as he could tell.

The taller one, a lean dark haired man with a somewhat pointed goatee, had the distinct features of the east that Damek had seen in those from Cathay, he wore flowing red and yellow robes. In took a few moments for Damek to realise the stranger physical trait of this man, in the flickering candle light of the room it had been difficult to detect but when the light of the flame reflected on this man's skin a faint sheen of green could be seen.
The second was a tall woman with dark skin and short black hair, she had an almost predatory look in her eyes. She wore the plain clothes common to farmers of the empire and looked incredibly uncomfortable in them leading Damek to guess that she had attained them on her way to these lands. Damek guessed she must be from the Southlands, though he had never been he had read imperial reports on their barbaric people and she certainly for this description certainly suited her although truthfully Damek had never believed such hearsay.

”This is Xunru of the Jade Blooded vampires hailing from Cathay.” Vlad said confirming Damek's suspicions.

Xunru give a strange bow, pushing his fist into the palm of his other hand ”Greetings.”

”And this.” he said gesturing the the remaining woman ”This is Delu of the Carrion Children.”

Delu give a slight nod, seemingly reluctant to speak.

Damek bowed deeply.
”It is my pleasure to meet all you honoured diplomats.” he said politely.

Vlad smiled and nodded.
”You may all return to your tents or do as you see fit until our next appointments.”

The assembly of ambassadors bowed to the Count before filing out, Damek noticed that they did not speak to each other as they did so.

Vlad waited until they left before turning to the shadowed corner of the room once more and speaking ”You can come out now.”

Damek frowned then gazed in shock as two figures seemed to materialise out of no where, turning to look at Dieter he noticed the swordsman seemed unsurprised.
Just me then?” Damek thought to himself with annoyance, he didn't like surprises.

Both where familiar members of Vlad's assassin order, the first was Akarin the Arch-Assassin of the order, the second was more of a mystery. Mannfred had recently informed Damek, as the second in command of Faulsing's forces, of the full nature of Akarin's order. One point was that every member was von Carstein and in some magical way bound to the will of Akarin except this second person.
Jason Nightwere, a physically memorable man with strange glowing scars covering much of his body. He was also the only assassin not of Vlad's blood, he was a lahmian...strange that a descendant of Nefereta was a male.
The most annoying part to Damek however was that he was well aquainted with the man, they had both studied magic together in the libraries of Drakenhof but “Jason” had went by another name then and had claimed to be an exile of the Blood Dragon bloodline.
”Wretched liar.” Damek though to himself, although he had to admit he wasn't truly angry and the reason for hiding his identity was a fair one.

”Hello Akarin, Jason.” he said emphasizing the Lahmian's name ”If that is your real name!”

Akarin laughed and Jason grinned somewhat sheepishly.

”Well...can they be trusted?” Vlad asked the two assassins

Akarin nodded. ”We have watched them since they arrived two months ago...strange that they all arrived around the same time except the Blood Dragon. Anyway we also have had men looking for information on them.” Akarin stated

Jason stepped forward ”Akela is ancient, powerful, devious and one of her favourite spies.”

”Sir Hans is incapable of breaking his word, all the knights speak well of him and he spends most of the time training his men. As for the Jade Blooded is a son of one who trained me, he is likely to be an honourable man, but more information is impossible, those Cathay vampires police and survey their own members with incredible ability and it makes getting information on any of them impossible. As far as we have observed he spends most of his time in solitude practising the martial arts of his people but has spoken with many of our people, it seems he has a clear interest in the other bloodlines and simply wants to learn as much as possible of their histories.”

Vlad nodded ”Instruct one of your men to bring the historical references of Lahmia from the libraries and copies of the recent reports of the other bloodlines you gathered. I've never had a visitor from Cathay before, we wish to keep the one we do have happy.”

“It was also impossible to find anything out about the Necrarch.” Akarin explained seeming annoyed at the failure of his men.

”I know something of him but what about this group he claims to represent?” Vlad asked

”The organisation is very real but the one they claim the name of, this W'soran, is most certainly dead and has been for some time, apparently his death is well known amongst his children. The problem is that the organisation may be a front, a group of Necrarchs that once served the Great Necromancer and perhaps still do despite his destruction 2000 years ago.”

Vlad shifted his weight and for the first time that Damek had ever seen he looked worried.
”Watch him Akarin, I want to know who he speaks to and what about.”

Akarin nodded. ”Then you should know that he has also been speaking with Mannfred of late, quite frequently.”

Vlad waved this concern aside however ”He's simply curious, Nekhlior knows the secrets of magic better than anyone he will ever meet and he likes to instruct others in his craft.”

”What about the other one? The woman”

Akarin shook his head ”Apart from the name Carrion Children, nothing. They are definitely a separate bloodline from the others and those who claim to have met them fear them greatly...but that is all. The woman herself, she is aggressive and has gotten into half a dozen fights in the past two weeks, from watching them she fights like a beat with claws and fangs having no restraint what so ever. Quite terrifying really. I haven’t seen any signs of deception however.”

Vlad nodded ”Very well, keep an eye on them and see if you can find anything else out.”

Akarin and Jason both nodded before stepping back into the shadows and vanishing.

”Now Damek.” The Count turned his attention fully on his Gran-Get ”Why don't you tell me exactly why it is you have come to visit me?”

Damek straightened up and prepared to make his case for more forces for Faulsing's army.

 

[Simon von Carstein]

Oh Dear..... I'm glad Simon doesn't have to make such a case to Vlad. Still I'm sure Vlad will be very understanding with Damek, and if he isn't then Simon will look forward to a promotion.

 

[Get of W'soran]

Oh Dear..... I'm glad Simon doesn't have to make such a case to Vlad. Still I'm sure Vlad will be very understanding with Damek, and if he isn't then Simon will look forward to a promotion.

"LMAO STOOPID 3rd GENERATION LOL NEED MORE SOLDIERS LOLOLOL"

"Shut up Konrad" D=

Which is why I decided Vlad's enforcer would not be in the room :tongue:

Simon...once lower rank than Damek then Count and now Lord Imperator.

Amazing what someone can achieve with a few hundred years of scheming

 

[The Raven Lord]

Awesome work man. Awesome work, especially the bits when Peter is as hard as nails haha. Keep it up.