Doom: End Times (Doom X Warhammer Fantasy)

Cloaked in Shadow

"Tyrion has made arrangements to transport us to the funerary rites... of course, if you'd like, I can simply use my magic to merely shorten our distance. And considering you are mute, just place your fingers up. One for carriage, two for magic." Teclis explained before waiting patiently for Doom Slayer's answer. Doom Slayer thought for a moment before placing a finger up. Hayden answered as if to read his thoughts out."

"I think he wants to enjoy the scenery for a bit, Teclis." Hayden remarked. Teclis shrugged.

"Fine by me. I can't blame you for being curious about Ulthuan. Lothern is one of many wonders the island has to offer. Come, perhaps we can discuss more each other on the way."

Both elf and man took their seats and enjoyed the scenery around them.

Some alley...

Feliceth watched as the strange knight left with the loremaster outside of the inn. The two had taken to riding on a royal carriage and possibly towards the king's funeral. She had been watching them both since they entered the inn. The incident upstairs rattled quite a lot of people, even for her. When he came down, he booked another room after.

As it turns out, a Skaven had attempted to assassinate him while he was asleep. It didn't go well if the bloody sack the guards were pulling outside was to go by. Something about his aura felt overwhelming and heavy to her. The air grew cold and unwelcoming whenever he appeared. His posture and movement being angry and intimidating. And behind his helm were eyes full of hatred and bloody vengeance. The only thing that seemed out of place was his voice. It seemed... monotone for someone built like a daemonic stallion. Still, the deep baritone made up for the oddness. Whoever he was, she was certain that she needed to get out unless she wanted to be in the crossfire.

It may have been the paranoia talking, but something about him felt off. Something... primordial. She quickly fled the scene and went back to her hideout.

It was only a few blocks from where she resided in and it was a good place to hide... for a noble. While not much in a way to be considered squalor, the housing was inconspicuous to prying eyes and relatively clean to live in. Still, she missed having slaves beckoned to her every whim when she was living in her family's household. But for now, it will just have to do.

Arriving at her 'home', which was a two-story building that was isolated from the more crowded streets of Lothern, she scrounged for her keys and quickly entered. Locking behind with additional chains, she sighed in relief for her safety.

She fled back upstairs to her room and locked behind even further. With her thoughts alone, she could finally figure things out. Her next step was to get out of this island without suspicion and then-

"Having trouble, my dear?" Feliceth froze in place as she recognized the frosty tone coming from behind. While not the most daemonic sound it was quite pleasant to listen to, the words that had come out dripped with venom behind a sultry voice. She slowly turned around to see that her mirror's reflection was replaced with the visage of the most powerful sorceress since before the Sundering.

Morathi. The Hag-Sorceress of Ghrond herself.

And upon her beautiful face drew a scowl.

Moments ago...

Tower of Prophecy, Naggaroth