An icy chill howled through the lands of Kislev as a womanly figure walked through the snow, covered by a hooded cloak. It had been some time since she had last set foot here and given her current condition, returning here now was perhaps not the safest thing to do.

She heard of a rebellion going on in Praag and thought that with all the commotion going on over there; tales of fire and ice raging through the streets as cavalry crashed into lines of hopeless peasants, she figured that if there was ever a time with enough soldiers away to make it safe to return home, now would be that time. Her father had ruled over this area of land, a Boyar who had considered himself a bulwark against the march of Chaos into Kislev. But alas, he was now gone, slain by Norscan raiders. His own daughter could not be at the funeral to say her goodbyes, missing it by less than a week.

As she walked through the streets of her town of birth, she made sure to keep her face well concealed beneath the hooded folds of her cloak. She remembered her former life, the one where her return would be welcomed fondly. She’d engaged herself in politics, sitting in on talks with the Elector Count of Middenheim, she was an accomplished horsewoman, her fighting prowess with bow and sword matched that of any son of Kislev she had ever known, she’d flown on a Dwarven airship, she fought alongside champions of order as together they faced off against invading warriors of Tzeentch and most importantly, she had been a guide to the most wonderful man she had ever known, a man whose courage and charm had stolen her heart, a man named Felix.

But this was before her kidnapping, before she was bitten by that monster going by the name Adolphus Krieger who promised to bless her with his blood kiss, only to curse her for eternity. The man she had loved came to rescue her but she could barely even face him, instead departing so that he wouldn’t have to pretend to accept her, to pretend to still love the monster she became. Now she is home, but nobody sees her and truth be told, she doesn’t want to be seen.

However, fate had different ideas for her. A scream was suddenly heard from an adjacent street followed by the sound of swords clanging against shields. The hooded figure walked over to see what was going on.

The Daemon Princess of Khorne had arrived, here to massacre any civilians or guards that got in her way as she sought to raise the Norscan Warriors that had slain the hooded woman’s father once more, to grant them ever-lasting glory under the approving gaze of the Blood God!

The woman removed her hood and untied her cloak. She had not intended to be seen today but there was no way she would allow her father’s killer to be resurrected, to let her father’s sacrifice be for nought.

This is the tale of Ulrika Magdova Straghov, daughter to a Boyar of Kislev, second love of Felix’s life and Vampire of the Von Carstein lineage and as she charged at Valkia the Bloody sword in hand, she knew she wouldn’t let her father down!

Love React – Ulrika kills Valkia, as such the Norscan warriors were never raised to serve under Khorne.

Wow React – Ulrika defeated Valkia, forcing Valkia to flee and therefore preventing her from raising the Norscans.

Sad React – Valkia defeats Ulrika but rather than bothering to kill her, simply knocks the Vampire out and proceeds to ressurect the Norscans and take them to the Warriors of Khorne. Ulrika is left unconscious and to the mercy of the Kislevite peasants who now realise there was a vampire among them!

Angry React- Valkia slays Ulrika, throwing her spear at the vampire before even entering combat before flying into her and slashing violently at her stomach with her claws and wings, resulting in Ulrika bleeding out with her guts hanging out as Valkia ressurects the Norscans.

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