The Turelim Road
The procession marched through the Turelim trade route from the old Razielim Road from the Lake of Tears’ stronghold. The territory now claimed by Dumah as the de-facto Emperor’s new right hand and leading force to the empire’s security at the brewing resistance eating at the south. A letter of summons has called the enigmatic Fourth from his idle watch after so long.
The first time in two hundred and two years since the Razielim extermination, the Lord of the Rahabim has surfaced and now cross Nosgoth to his new lord’s summoning. Words crossed faster and he knows it, enough to have his usual entourage numbers to be ‘escorted’ by imperial warriors of the Turelim and Dumahim clans, much to their ego-stroking pleasure in light of the twenty-five slave-warriors marching in narrow formation around their lord and twenty breastplated archers under wide-brimmed hoods. The latter all posed in one-kneed crouches on the massive sedan platform upheld by ten muscular men and women of Dumahim slave-crops, based on their origin tattoos, on either side.
The platform looked heavy from the tension of their muscles, sweat glistening off their skin but they didn’t quake under the distributed weight despite the travel. The crushed glasses of brilliant blues, black, ivory, scarlet, gold made the beautiful mosaic of humans begging and praying at four rivers of blood, rolling up two rising gilded steps to the red corners of the blue silk curtained carriage - completely hiding its occupant - and to the ivory shape of beautiful vampire maidens sitting on the corners, pouring vases filled with said blood.
A magnificent sight that rarely graced the oppressed blood farms and traders. However such regality caught eyes. Opportunistic eyes...