Regine von Carstein


Regine's eyes fell upon the bestial wolves, their glowing eyes clear indication of abnormalities at play. In months past her first instinct would have been to flee the scene and hide. But now, a vampire and undead, possessed of few mortal fears, she found the beasts more curious than frightening.

Until they spoke.

Speaking wolves? What trickery was this?!

Seated atop her steed, spear in hand and dark clothes upon her, the vampire looked like a dark rider of the night, her fair skin kissed by the pale moon-light.

"To what master do you refer, beasts?!" she called out to them, her free hand upon Casper's reins to steady her mount.

"Who else resides in these mountains that could command the allegiance of ones such as you?"