Blue Blood had left the meeting rather shaken, but, even more determined to learn as much as possible about this mysterious being whom had made his own aunt tremble with barely contained terror. He had then found a book who’s name was inscribed in a language he did not know, but If he had been able to read it, it would have read as The Fae Of Change. Strangely enough he could read everything on the inside of it just fine though. He was only able to read the first sentence from the book before.
“Ah, I see you found my book.” An old rough voice, sounding like that of millions of pages of books turning all at once, which came from what Blue had assumed to be the corpse of some unknown creature.
The creature was ragged, and spindly, a moth eaten pile of rags, that appeared to have ones been a fine cloak of silk, now nothing, but, a loosely stitched off white and purple bit of cloth that hung acrossed its back. Its hands long, and boney, but, even still tipped with claws that could no doubt eviscerate him in seconds, but, It’s face, oh, its face, peeled, and rotting, one eye socket empty, well the other held something blackened and oily, contorting as if to try and escape The confines of the socket. It’s teeth aged, but pristine, almost to a mocking degree, and a pair of great horns that rose from what little flesh that still clung to its skull, before sweeping down and around to just under the lower jaw. A rough leather strap in graved with runes that blazed with yellow/black light.
Blue Blood froze as that thing, no, as Grogar, The Undying began to move towards him, and the book he held.
“You seem to have something that belongs to me.” He said calmly as he continued to move towards Blue Blood.