Saskia Hohenrod didn't have a Voyage as pleasant as expected. She was on a Flight back to the Empire from a Morticians Congress on Alba Karinya, yet a Storm on the Illumic had forced them to fly a Southern Route. One of the Engines breaking down was even less enjoyable.
"This is the Mors 3, Entering Imperial Nyx Airspace. we have an Engine Failure and ask for Permission to Land."
Saskia sighed as she grabbed a Book on her Table, listening to the Captain contacting the Local Air Surveillance:
"Yes Sir, this is not a Joke, we /are/ an Airship. Our Destination was the Empire of Neu Uburzis. We had to take a Detour due to Storms and lost one of the Engines."
The elder Senator stood up and walked into the Panorama Room, glancing down on the Shores below them.
An Hour later Saskia left the Airship, the Repairs would take at least Three days so she went off Board. Dressed in a black Silk Tunic, gently encasing her thin ghastly frame. The Purple Toga marking her as Elder Senator sitting over her shoulder. She stepped out to the Airport Security, and wandered off into the City she knew little about, accompanied by her Bodyguards.
"From what i know they have a different concept about Death than us." She mused as she Stood in front of the first and Largest Temple she could find:
"They are very ritualistic and Fear Mongering. Quite ironic, when the Death Cult for us is the Opposite. Not Blood Rituals, no Spooky Graveyard Ceremonies. We are probably one of the most Mundane Cults in the Empire..."
