My next spawn, Dragoman, was the first statesman brought into the coven, breaking a long tradition of preference for skilled warriors. He is my most trusted Servant, and if he were not utterly dedicated to his role in the Ordo Draconis, he would be my heir as it is, he has served admirably as my Marshall. He has commanded the Ordo Draconis since its last commander diedвЂ¦ so long ago I cannot even remember him. He is also one of the finest military minds in the known world. With the death of his brother Geoffe in battle, leading the Night Witches against Vlad of Sylvania, Lafayette is my eldest spawn. Her family is among the most powerful in Sylvania, second only the Von Carsteins, my alliance with the title-holders she calls kin is invaluable. My current (and second) wife, Catarina of the von Pabsts is still young enough that she can conceal her Vampirism. For my part, I am known as a Brilliant Strategist, and for my just ruler-ship. There are 8 of us, now, in the Coven and I have many night-children who do not sit in the inner circle. IвЂ™m not a huge fan of the crown, itвЂ™s a bit ostentatious for my taste. My enemy was plunged into a regency, the alliances the queen had formed were ended, and with a few forged writs of de jure from my chancellor Dragoman, I not only recovered the Marche de Nar, I conquered all of Parravon. Then I took her heir as well when the final claimant to the throne of Parravon was a young child, I killed the queen and her son and had their heads sent back as proof of the deed. I was able, through subterfuge, to capture and imprison the queen of Parravon in my dungeon. I sought afield for an able spy-master, and directed my own attentions to intrigue. Of course, I didnвЂ™t then intend to reach as far as I now have, but events sometimes take on a momentum of their own, I suppose it could not be helped.Д®ventually, when the queen of Parravon had driven me all of the way back to Blood Keep, I knew the time for honorable conduct was past. VladвЂ™s movements to the East gave me an idea I was tired, I realized, of living in seclusion I was tired of planning my movements to stay hidden or avoid confrontation with humanity вЂ“ I was ready to live in the light again, figuratively speaking. HeвЂ™s a bloody fiend if you ask me вЂ“ but like me, heвЂ™s still alive. In the time before the queen of Parravon took Grey Lady Pass, and then pushed my border back to Blood Keep, I heard news of the rise of another of my kind вЂ“ a vampire вЂ“ to the East one Vlad von Carstein of Sylvania, who desired to subjugate the Empire of Sigmar. She forged alliances with foreign powers and engaged in espionage, but every time she attacked I repelled her armies вЂ“ for a number of years at least. The laws of Bretonnia gave her leave to do so, and she conspired at all turns to see me removed from my keep. In her twisted vision the Marche de Nar was, de jure, a part of the kingdom of Parravon, and she was willing to war with me for it.

I attempted to carry out my lordly duties in an honorable fashion, when called upon I raised my armies and rode for the King I mightвЂ™ve been content to continue in that way, ruling over my lands more-or-less peaceably, if not for the designs of my closest neighbor, the queen of Parravon. The then-High King of Brettonia, for reasons beyond my comprehension, took note of my lands вЂ“ ending a centuries long exile вЂ“ he desired Nar, and offered to annex the Marche whole if I would consent to serve him as a vassal I agreed, as I was certain that he would only take them by force if I refused. Nar, my retreat from the world for more than 3 centuries. I was content to return to my castle, pleased with the knowledge that the people of the Marche de Nar (the lands traditionally watched over by the lord of Blood Keep) were safe to work their fields and ply their trades in peace once more It was then that events were set upon the path that brought this crown, and the throne of the High King of Bretonnia to me. Once the greenskin armies were crushed, though, an extended occupation was needed to root out the infestation in earnest before long, months turned to years and the campaign came to a close after nearly a half-decade. Almost a hundred and fifteen years past I rode out of my fortress in the mountains, Blood Keep, with my most trusted retainer, Captain Lafayette of the Ordo Draconis we were only meant to exterminate the Orcs that were flourishing in Brabillon and Grey Lady Pass. Some people call me вЂњthe JustвЂќ, but itвЂ™s only a title. What you see here is Vampiric Bretonnia, ruled not without contest вЂ“ but inarguably вЂ“ by me, Walach Harkon.

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