[center][color=a0410d][h2]Aborath[/h2][/color][/center]
Mist crawled through the dark forest. It was the kind of fog wise men evaded and fools ran into with swords drawn. A bad omen in a time of darkness on the horizon. It was unnaturally thick and seemed unaffected by the small gusts of wind. Slowly it creeped up the cottage. Surrounding it completely. From the sky a few bats came down and hung themselves upside down on the branches of a few trees. These bats, however, were nothing like their smaller cousins. A fellbat could grow half the size of a man, and had a taste for blood. To see them in the human kingdom was incredibly rare. For long ago they were deemed dangerous enough to kill all of them. But some had survived. Under the dark protection of the Vampire King.

Now they were his slaves. His spies. In the dark of night they flew out and on their hunt they fed their master with visions of patrols, villages and people. Even now they had spot those who came and had already entered the shack. With no screams or the clashing sound of blades, Aborath assumed that the others kept to peace for now. How dull. From the mist, he materialized. Dressed in his simple black robes, trimmed with scarlet. The only thing that could indicate to anything remarkable about him was the small circlet on his head. With the delicacy of an elf he entered the small place. Giving himself a moment to take it all in. Oh yeah, either something great would happen soon. Or they’d all lose patience and draw blades. For a moment he kept silent, trying to decide what was more likely. This ‘God of Evil’ actually appearing, or this strange band going at each other's throat. For a moment he had his doubts. But he dismissed them swiftly enough. Should they start attacking one another, he could simply pull back into the fog still surrounding the place.

He observed the faceless… thing. What an ugly mass. And did that thing’s servant really all just call them insects? Aborath had heard the creature talk from outside. [color=a0410d]“I can assure you, I am not an insect.”[/color] The Vampire King said. While he himself may look the least intimidating of the brood, he liked to keep that façade just so enemies would underestimate him. But when this petty thing called him an insect too, he let the invisible façade of magic surrounding him drop. Revealing his true aura. Drenched in the blood of the innocent and surrounded by the agonizing souls of the forsaken. Before covering it all up in a glamour. [color=a0410d]“You’d do well to remember that you’re in the company of mighty creatures. So hold that tongue before I take it from you.”[/color] All threats were only aimed at Nyarlith’s servant. After which Aborath looked up at the faceless thing, touched his forehead with two fingers and then lifted them off slightly. As a manner of greeting he picked up from an old culture far down south. With the exchange done, he took his own seat at the table.