| Blood Lines
The lady cloaked in deep purples rose from her resting place, and walked into the meeting room adjacent her personal chambers. The day was late, and at her door was a visitor, a cousin. She had sensed the younger one as she approached her domain, the blood of this ones family line calling out to her.
They spoke briefly of recent events, the younger one detailing a recent encounter with those foolish mortals in Yew. It seems their prejudice had been unleashed on her mare, as she was walking through their lands. This was to be expected of course, they were clear of such behaviour in their so called "laws". But, that did not matter, this little assault provided an opportunity.
Smiling wickedly, they ventured together, deep into the woods of Yew, into the Crypt lands. It was not long before the shambling form of a skeleton appraoched them. After threats on their "lives", the woman in purple presented something irresistable... blood, lots and lots of blood. Vial after vial was presented to this creature, and he went for his Masters. They too were intrigued by this offerring.
The deal was simple.. harass the guards of Yew, direct as the eldest of the Undead present called it a "Soulhunt" against a member of the Guard. She did not know their names, but that did not matter. With enough goading the dark creature was able to think of one himself, Klion he said to her...
Meaningless, but perfect.
And so it would be done, blood for blood. How entertaining these creatures were, and so very useful. Offered a sacrifice, they would aid in what she needed. This would be valuable in the future... pushing the buttons and pulling the levers of the mortal world, with the strength of a hungry army, all while standing in the shadows.
But they offered more than just a tool. Insight. Insight into the long forgotten past, into the origins of the Undead... of all Undead kind... Her mind twisted with posibilities... there was much that could be learned from these creatures. And in turn, she would share with them.
The deal was made, the wheels of many plans set into motion.
She had begun and made her return. |