"Igor," the once-man rasped into thin air, "This place has.."
He paused and cocked his head, as if considering his next words carefully,
"..outlived it's usefulness to me. Prepare my luggage"
The servant appeared immediately, stumping into the darkened library carrying a heavy black leather satchel. His one bulging eye flicked nervously from his master to the floor, up and down, his head nodding slightly with each downward cast. It's partner rolled useless and white in it's socket, lidless and crusted with salt and mucous.
The servant thumped the well-worn sack to the ground with a grunt and hunched over it, breathing heavily. The travel-worn bag bulged with potions of dark, fulminating liquids, sharp implements for torture, and all manner of nightmarish brickabrack.
But the most unsettling of all was the collection of grotesque masks; The masks were made with what appeared to be human flesh, some stretched tight to the point of ripping. Others were doughy and hung in fleshly folds. They oozed or chafed, bled or leaked, and their visages painted violent screams and furious battle cries.
"Masster." Igor's head bobbed. "Yes, master. All has been made ready, master. As you can see, I've even packed your...masks, master. Shall.... Shall I also bring to you your wi-"
The warlocks clawed hand slashed through the air, and Igor's voice halted abruptly. The flesh of his throat distended as the black weight of Cruel Iron clamped down around it.
"I should think not, Igor." the Baron leered, "Grann Brigitte undoubtedly knows too much already.."
The bawon considered carefully. While Igor certainly had his uses, the Warlock had begun to suspect the man was possessed of a low animal cunning that might potentially be dangerous..or exploitable. He released the spell and Igor sunk to his knees, sucking in air in great whooping breaths.
His long and crooked finger beckoned,
"Come, Igor. We leave this place. And do remember to bring the...candy....
It is Halloween after all."
And thus did the powerful Dark Warlock, Bawon Sanmdi, leave his dry and dusty home to come and spread death and destruction in our fun little World of Warhammer.
Hope all is well in the WARRRRGGHH!!!!
Happy Halloween Ya Gits
