Henrich Von Helsing sat quietly on his burnished brass throne, peering through his mask at the nervous messenger told him a message that he could not believe. One of his sons was dead at the hands of a non human group. With an effort not to cut the messenger in half, he asked “why wasn’t his body returned?” the messenger shivered at the tone of the statement.

“I don’t know for sure sire but his body was taken by the non human group along with someone of the weasel order.” Van Helsing tensed his body and cocked his head and said “The weasel order? who was it?” The messenger looked down trying to find a place to hide on the stone floor. “We don’t know sire, we are trying to have diviners find out, but there seems to be some sort of blocking magic going on.”

“I want the Ritter Reinheit(knights of purity) to pursue these brigands and capture them so I may personally cut off their heads and feed them to the pigs in my fields”. Henrich stood up quickly and pointed to his advisors. “Find me Dietrich for I have use for his skills.”