The evacuated citizens of Templehof had enjoyed an uneventful passage to Waldenhof. That is until their march was halted by a host of witch hunters and holy fanatics that suddenly appeared in front of them. There were over a hundred of them. Were they a scouting party that had stumbled across their path or were they purposefully sent to track them down? In either case, it seemed doubtful that small escort Templehof had assigned them could prevail in battle. Seized with fear the poor townsfolk huddled together.
Only one figure move forward instead, Frigobert, Curator of Templehof. He positioned himself about halfway between the two groups and stopped, waiting for a reaction from the enemy. The vampire was an imposing figure clad in heavy armor with a great sword held on his back. A witch hunter stepped up and began to speak. “You will all…” But he never finished as Frigobert quickly decapitated the witch hunter with his great sword.
Within a few minutes all sense of fear had the left the people of Templehof. It had instead been replaced by pure shock at what they had just witnessed. Where once stood dozens of armed men intent on their death was now a field of disembowel organs and body parts. Frigobert turned to them to with a small smile on his face. “Be careful you do not slip on the blood. It is still rather wet on the road,” he said as he cleaned his blade.
Meanwhile, Ziegfrend returned to Castle Templehof with his latest “recruit” still unconsciousness on his flying felsteed. As the castle guards took her off the beast one servant came up to the Viscount with a thick stack of papers. “Here is the battle intelligence you requested, Viscount,” the servant began. “All of the enemy forces’ female officers of note evaluated per your instructions on a scale of one to eighteen.”
Ziegfried motioned for the servant to stop with his hand. “If they aren’t at least a thirteen don’t even show me the report,” he said.