Let me start by saying that the blog boo made has inspired me to do something similar. So here it is:
On a gloomy night Sigmund von Weissmuller first opened his eyes. Among his cries were the joyful laughs of his mother and father. Strom, his father was not a physically overpowering man but one whose mysterious nature was mirrored in his crisp blonde hair and deep blue eyes. His mother on the other hand was all that one was expected to be. A pretty woman was Elsa with a strong affection for her family and an unambitious manner. Her joy at Sigmunds birth was overpowering and could be heard all over Strauberg. They were a wealthy family, scornfully looked upon by the typical muddy farmers and hunters of the particular region of Stirland.
A few years later Strom disappeared without notice. Elsa was concerned it was a kidnapping by the local farmers who expected some sort of ransom. Her love for her husband and sorrow over his absence sent her into a frantic state. The local authorities took no chances. Elsa was immediately sent to an asylum, in fear that she had been possessed by Tzeentch or another dark power. Sigmund was barely old enough to understand the significance of these events but was stricken with sadness. That night, under cover of darkness a small party of Knights of the Sacred Scythes galloped up to the door of Sigmunds now empty household. Their leaders cold hands knocked on the door, clanking as his black steel gauntlets followed closely the movement of his fist. Sigmund still sat crying in the corner at the loss of his parents when he heard the pounding at the door. He hobbled curiously to the door. He opened it and nearly screamed at the sight of the grim horsemen. The leader spoke in a cracking voice, his breath rolling from his mouth like dust pouring out of a neglected book. "Come with us, you are not safe here," bellowed the man. Before he could answer, Sigmund was roughly pulled atop a gray horse by it's armored rider. The group swiftly rode off into the night, but before they left they tossed torches at several homes. Sigmund, horrified tried to protest, but was interrupted by the piercing scream of a foul undead beast. It scrambled out of an alleyway, baring rotting teeth. It has bright red eyes that despite their intensity still had the look of death in them. It's ribs all were visible, some because of the beasts scrawny build, while other broke through it's rotting flesh. The horses all were spooked and reared. At that very moment, the ghoul leaped onto the neck of Sigmund's horse. In a quick retort the knight riding along with the startled boy sliced his neck with one sweep of his sword. The monster fell to the ground still growling and screeching. It finally went limp and the horses were willed to continue. The dark clad group left the town, but as they rode out the gate Sigmund glanced back only to see his father at the top of the bell tower. Sigmund started to call out to him when he looked closer. He was wreathed in eerie purple mist and the occasional bat. His flesh was rotting and his only recognizable features were his unmistakable hair and dark eyes. He stared at Sigmund as if into his very soul.
Terrified, Sigmund closed his eyes and pressed himself against his fellow rider. The leader dropped pace to ride along side Sigmund's horse. He spoke softly, "I know what you saw. Do not worry, you have a new family now. We knew that this would happen, but be assured that Morr will right this in time." Sigmund, exhausted drifted off to sleep. But among the blurring image of the horse hooves running beneath him, he could still see his father, grinning darkly from the bell tower.
Sorry guys no pictures today. I have a significant amount of painted stuff but not a great camera. Hope you liked it!
