The Grand Tour (Cabal Plot)

[You had to see it]

It looked to be an eventful day at Castle Wulfen. The castle serfs were making the appropriate accommodations available for a new guest. Azzerad was mostly disinterested apart from what military advantage his new colleague could provide. Bektaten was curious as to what new information about necromancy the newcomer could provide. Yet they had chosen Faustus to introduce the guest to the castle and the specifics of the organization. For all their faults, Azzerad and Bektaten knew they were not the most grounded individuals and had trouble socially. Faustus had built a career around socializing with entities that embodied the worst aspects of the mind. If anyone could assure the lich that his choice was correct, it was Faustus.

After having lowered the defensive enchantments Bektaten had provided, Faustus stepped out of the large castle gates and awaited the arrival of the newest member of The Cabal.

[Korvix]

The castle was certainly very impressive, there was no denying that. There was a lot to be learned here it seemed, he wondered how it hadn't been claimed by some noble or something. He saw the man as he walked closer to the big gate, but was suprised that he was so alone. Waving would be an odd thing to do in this place, so he waited until he was close to the man before identifying himself.

[You had to see it]

Faustus now saw his newest colleague walking towards him. He noted the odd helmet and sword on the necromancers person. No matter thought Faustus, those were questions for a different time. Instead, he put on his most welcoming smile, extended his hand, and stated,

"Welcome to Castle Wulfen, I'm Faustus Moore the resident demonologist of the group. You must be Nomax, yes?

[Korvix]

"You are correct" he said as he looked up and down the man. While he would normally not like to shake hands with people this man would probably not mind his undeath. He shook his hand and began walking towards the castle while talking.

"How much do you know about me?"