Regine von Carstein


The vampire held the beautifully sharp edge of her knife to the Shamans throat, her predatory, vampiric face peering over his shoulder and at other two Norscans, and whatever the purpleish-pink vapor was.

"You're a long way from home, outlander," Regine hissed, gesturing up with her sword and pointing the tip at the two drugged-out marauders.