It was not long before most of those summoned had arrived atop the chateau. All of them, Kaldorna assumed, were just as eager as her to be in the presence of one of their masters. She knew few personally or even professionally, but she did know quite a lot about how they fought. She bit her lip and smiled a little at the memories of the battles in the arena, where the members of Bandersnatch would test themselves and their creations against captured beasts, foes and each other. Even the memories of the spectacles she had witnessed where enough to make her languid undead heart beat a touch faster.

The vampiress was shaken from her nostalgia when Rodias dismounted his throne and approached a table before produced a quill, parchment and beast blood which would end up being used for a spot of cartography. Kaldorna very much approved of use of monster blood. It casually demonstrated the power of the creator with the style and class befitting a Vampire Lord.

The table set and his subordinates having joined him at it Rodias began to lay out the situation. This mainly consisted of dropping several bombshells in rapid succession.

First was the fact that they where no longer in YGGDRASIL which certainly explained where the forest had gone. Naly nowhere it was they who had vanished, only to appear somewhere entirely new.

[color=Crimson]”Great lords”[/color] Kaldorna quietly exclaimed, awed and more than a little excited by this news. What glorious marvels, thrilling dangers and strange peoples where out there, she wondered, just waiting to be discovered. 

Kaldorna’s mood was then brought crashing down moments later by the second bombshell, which was that Rodias was the only Sable Lord still with them, the others had been left behind.

Kaldorna gasped at the news while Arthanar, who had been standing silently at her side looked as if he wanted to decry Rodia’s claim as a lie or falsehood, but Rodias didn't give them time to process this and rammed straight onto practical affairs. Talk of humans, their town and what to do about them passed her by mostly, baring some nodding in agreement when Rodias made mention to the beast pen’s unending need for more meat. Sun200’s precious collection needed to be fed, but what was a collection without its collector? 

Who would bring them more monsters. Should more even be brought? Would adding new creatures from this place that was not YGGDRASIL despoil the collection by rendering it impure? Or would Sun200 desire that they continue the hunt in their absence, to add the beasts of this new place to the menagerie. And if so…

Kaldorna glanced at Arthanar’s deeply troubled expression and knew they both thought the same thing.

With Sun200 gone who would lead the hunt? Without Sun200’s driving will they both suddenly felt lost, adrift in an endless unknown sea without purpose or direction. 

And then Rodias knelt before them all, promising to lead them all to happiness. It made Kaldorna’s dead heart beat faster than it ever had before, even when she had been alive oh so long ago. 

Whether it was a shrewd manipulation, an act of impulsive foolishness or a genuine heartfelt expression Kaldorna did not stop to consider, nor would she have cared if she had. The last Sable Lord, their creator, who wielded unimaginable power and was entirely within their right to demand the reverence a god deserved, knelt before them and asked for permission to lead them.

And in Kaldorna’s eyes it was the most beautiful thing she had seen. A single tear ran down her ancient face.

[color=Crimson]”After such a touching spectacle how could we refuse.”[/color] she said, adding her affirmation to the chorus as she wiped the tear away [color=Crimson]”The scions of of Sun200 and their great collection are both in your care and at your disposal my lord. We will face this new dawn at your side, whatever it brings.”[/color]

She bowed once more before him, as did Arthanar. The Hunt’s Captain wasn't nearly as convinced as the beast mistress, but he could clearly see which way the wind was blowing.

As they rose the general Gromgard offered to send his goblins to scout the village. Kaldorna was a touch displeased to be pulled out of the wondrous and historical moment by such practical concerns but Arthanar was more than ready to start jockeying for position and status even if he wasn't nearly as emotionally invested in this new state of affairs as some of the others where. 

“My hunters are already saddled up and ready to head out at yer command my lord. They’ll find out what this place is all a’boot quick as you like.” he said, trying to one up Gromgard’s offer.