The female vampire ignores Molly's holy light as the pain from Mathilda's arrow makes her anger grow over everything else.
She looks around but fails to spot the clever rogue who has climbed to a tree. Growling she runs towards the half-orc hunter and jumps over him! They struggle, she opens her mouth and her fangs are visible under the spell that illuminates the scene. But in the last second Hurosk manages to put his bow in the middle and she bites it, screaming in frustation, she tries to inmovilize the ranger to feed on his blood.
Seb'riel starts to gather magic energy around her, casting a spell...
"You see, it just doesn't seem sincere when I had to mention it first."
She draws her hands back into a ball, yellow sparks dance around her fingers as the ball of energy grows in her palm before she thrusts her arm forwards, unleashing the energy in a violent arc towards Morlainne.
The vampire see the arc of lighting energy coming towards her, she waits and moves to her left in the last second. Most of the energy disipates in the ground, but despite her quickness, Seb'riel can see some sparks of energy jumping over her arms and legs. Then it happens.
The eyes of the elven wizard turns white, her head stops looking down the battle but her gaze is fixed in someplace above her. Her vision fades for a second and she start to see the battle, but from different angles, and moments. Flashes of things that could happen, or that could have happened, crosses her mind in seconds. She sees the vampire jumping down on Hurosk from the celining before Moltaris could even cast the daylight spell. She sees the warforged walking out and talking to Mathilda and she smiles. She sees Lord Thrinderand cutting Morlainne's head. She sees Morlainne sucking the blood and the life of the older vampire neck. She sees the ice cage of Lord Thindrerand exploding in thousends of ice sahrds and the panic on Morlainne's face.
Seb'riel smiles. For she knows that is the future that it will come to pass.
A crack can be heard in the middle of the fight, and a visible fissure in the ice cage that holds the older vampire starts to appear from the ground, moving fast upwards. Morlainne's face turns into a mask of determination and she raises the staff. And the fissure stops half way, a mere chink in the icy trap. She smiles with triumph.
Moltaris sees the arrogant whore of a vampire queen step onto the battlefield. Finally, a chance to redeem herself against the bloodsucking *****! 'Break her, and the minions will flee,' she thinks to herself.
Then Morlainne freezes Thrinderand in place, and the cleric recalculates their odds.
Then Morlainne waves off Seb'riel's Lightning Bolt with a gleeful grin, and the math gets worse.
But the light of Taratai sears her soul, and she marches forward. With a wave of her arm, her force scythe rips into the unholy flesh of the spawn attacking Hurosk. Then she growls a word of power in Quori and sends a divine shadow of magical blindness at Morlainne.
"Hey - I don't know why you're so giddy... He still isn't kneeling!" the kalashtar priestess cackles with rage.
Action: Cast Blindness/Deafness Bonus Action: move Spiritual Weapon to attack VA2 (the scythe's last position is 10ft away from Hurosk on the map, so she should be within its 20ft movement wherever she has grappled him) Movement: 30ft from t19 to n19
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
For a second the eyes of Morlainne were covered by the divine shadows of Taratai, wich is said that is the first thing the decesead see when they enter her kingdom.
But then she laughs and blinks, recovering her sight she looks at Moltaris.
"Your powers have no grip over me cleric. I am already dead remember? I do not fear you"
Mathilda presses a hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming when the female vampire lunges for Hurosk, but he saves himself with his bow. Next, she sees Moltaris walk bravely towards Morlainne. She readies her last holy arrow, praying that it will hit. Just as the lady of the lake declares that she does not fear Molly, Mathilda's arrow sinks into the vampire's arm. That was the last of my special arrows, oh God. I hope she won't bite Molly again, that last bite looked like it almost killed her. Mathilda ducks back into the thick crown of the tree and climbs to a different branch, hoping to get a better view of the fight and hide herself deeper in the leaves.
Lyreis charges on his final dash sees him close with Morlainne, as she focuses on the others, he strikes but her lack of concentration was a ruse and the battlemaster's first strike is dodged effortlessly but in turn Lyreis surprises the vampire with a blisteringly fast flurry of blows.
Three connect in rapid succession, rending the vampire, knowing he cannot maintain this pace for long Lyreis drives himself for one last attack, the blade arcing out for her neck but the fury of his previous attacks force her back a step, just enough for the blade, glittering with its magical power, to miss by the breadth of a hair.
Looking at her squarely in the eyes the elf demands her attention "Face me, I am the end to my foes, whether their hearts beat yet, or not."
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Mathilda's arrow strikes true and Morlainne screams in pain and she pulls out the arrow. Tendrils of smoke rise both from the wound and from the hand she uses to take it off. Unfortunately when Mathilda moces to another branch, most of it breaks. In the midst of the battle nobody really pays attention to it, but most of the foliage that covered her is now gone, so she moves to another branch. Luckily this one os broader and holds her weight and it has more leaves so she is better hidden. Hopefully.
Lyreis attacks are both dodged and parried by Morlainne using the staff. The warrior sees how one, two of his attacks make deep cuts into the vampire's flesh, but she keeps her eyes focused on him, doesn't losing her composture. The skillled elf, however, has more cards on his sleeve and he fainted a downward attack on her, that made Morlainne take a step back. Lyreis buried one of the blades just in front of her and turned, jumping over, using the weapon as a pivotal point of the jump. Morlainne is caught off guard by this movement, and as he fallas on her back, he pulls his sword out of the ground and used the blade that was buried to make a deep cut into the vampire's shoulder as he finished his jump.
She cannot dodge or parry this movement and both the surprise and the pain caused by the elf's magical blade make her lost her concentration, if just for a split of a second.
She inmmediatly open her eyes in a mixture of fear and rage.
"NO!" she screams but it's too late. Less than one second is what Lord Thrinderand needed.
The crack on his ice cage expanded, reaching the top of it and it explodes in hundreds of tiny ice crystals that flew in all directions.
He looks at her, his glance a cold mask of hate. She is concerned but still looked dermined.
"I said. Enough" he repeats and jumps towards her, swining his greatsword with unnatural speed. As the weapon arcs down, silver flames erupted on it, dancing along the length of the blade.
The big Dire Wolf jumps on Hurok's and it's pack follows, trying to overrun both Hurosk and Molly. The bite them, push them, making really difficullt to keep standing. Hurosk fights well despite that the Dire Wolf bites him on his left arm. He is able to dodge two more wolves but another one caught him on the right leg.
Moltaris turns and she is able to raise her shield just in the last second of one wolf trying to bite her neck. she suddenly feels the piercing pain on her right leg, where another one is bitting her.
Then they hear the screams of Morlainne as the balde of the older vampire cut her flesh. A great gash from her left shoulder to her right hip left both flesh and bone exposed, the silver flames enveloping her. She tries to dodge the next attact cuts her upwards, almost severing the arm that holds the staff. The fire moved as if it had life on its own, the third cut is an horizontal one. If not for the flames that cut would have splatered all the organs of the vampire to the ground, if it still has any. She starts to scream but Lord Thrinderand, moving at unnatural speed, raises his sword and cuts downward in a vertical movement. For a second it seems that he has failed and Morlainne grins at him and spit a little bit of blood to his face. Then, still with the grin on her lips, one half of her start to slide down, then the other. He has cut her in two halfs. The flames festering on her falling body turn her into ashes before it can touch the ground.
The staff falls to it in wich seems to be slow motion.
"Mistress.. NO!" screams the woman vampire as she sees Morlainne's fate. The other one runs towards the tower, enters it and closes the door behind him.
The ranger, lying flat on his back after being pounced on by the larger wolf, finds himself contemplating running from this mess he finds himself in the midst of. However as he pulls himself to his feet, Hurosk hears the shattering of the ice locking their vampire ally in place and watches as Lord Thindrerand hacks his foe into pieces. Bolstered by this turn of events, he pulls out and arrow and fires point blank at the larger wolf - a difficult task considering the number of opponents harrying him at the moment.
He looses his first arrow and another rain of thorns falls on the area as it sinks into the dire wolf's flank. He quickly draws another to finish off the beast and places this shot down its throat as the beast bears its teeth at the ranger to show its displeasure from the first arrow.
Looking bloodied, the half-orc turns to the she-vampire and grins. "What do you got, *****!"
"Yes!" Kyne exclaims triumphantly, as Thrinderand's repeated strikes reduce Morlainne's withering corpse to ash.
Rushing to Hurosk's side, the elf swings Daedagnir at the vampire that has her in its grasp. Once more, flames erupt from the blade, scorching a wolf besides them as he drives the weapon deep into the side of the undead creature's torso, searing flesh as it goes.
9 magical slashing damage and 18 fire damage to VA2. 8 fire damage to an adjacent wolf.
One of the wolves that was previously injured by Hurosk rolls whimpering to the ground trying to suffocate the flames that burn his skin. He runs a few feet away, and then falls to the ground, no longer moving.
The vampire takes the fire and hisses, jumping away from Hurosk, she runs away towards the tower, wich is showing signals that the fire from the older stables has reached at least the east part of the first floor, as the flames are not attended and start to appear in the tower's first stage, at least in the zone that the tower and the stables are connected.
"Where are you going? In your diary you were so keen on draining my blood."
Seb'riel speeds over above the vampire woman, once again calling up to the undying court and pulling down the streaks of cosmic energy from the sky to surround the vampire.
[Casting blazing starfall, DC16 DexST or 7 radiant damage. 7 Radiant damage if she leaves the cube. Rolled on discord]
The vampire is moving so fast that she dodges the falling lights. Seb knows that she will burn when she reaches the limit of the spell but she frowns as the vampire dodges the little stars.
Moltaris move her spectral hand and swoops it over the wolves that surround her. One of them cowls and the hand passes over him, but it landed on another one. The cold hand steals the life of the animal, who yelps and fall to the ground no longer breathing.
The remaining wolves look around, somehow confused as both their alpha and most of their pack lies dead and the will that drove them here is no longer compelling them.
From her vantage point Mathilda can't see these look in the wolves eyes. She just see the fleeing vampire and the animals still around her friend.
Oh no, she's getting away! Mathilda quickly draws another arrow, forgetting in the heat of the moment that she has used up all her holy-oiled arrows. She hits the female vampire again and quickly ducks back around the trunk of the tree. When she peaks out the other side, it seems that the vampire has not been able to track where the arrow came from. Moltaris is still surrounded by wolves, but she seems to be doing alright. I don't know what kind of magic Seb'riel and Moltaris are using... but everyone seems to be fighting well. With Lord Thrinderad, I hope we can beat these monsters! Her breathing is fast and her eyes are still huge, full of adrenaline.
The vampire falls before Lord Thrinderad and Lyreis is seized by a momentary surge of anger, the chance to to defeat her himself had been in front of him, she had been reeling from his blows, which the rational part of his mind acknowledges is what caused the ice prison to break, only to be taken by the other vampire's devastating onslaught. The battlemaster has to concede that the older vampire is far more powerful than he is but the need for glory is still threatening to overwhelm him. Seeing one of the spawn run and the other closer he heads for the second lesser vampire, as the seer's spell strikes he dodges to avoid being caught in the radiant light himself.
His elven grace sees him reach his position in perfect balance in front of a foe who has already been wounded and looks set to try and run, Lyreis knows that the fight is already over, the vampire just doesn't know it is finished yet. His adrenalin causes him to rush his first strike, a high slash aiming to blind the creature by striking both eyeballs but the spawn pulls back just in time, the cost of the dodge is high though, as the head moves back the stomach moves forward and the other blade of the Valenar scimitar rips through it a heartbeat later, threatening to cut the creature clean in two. The creature attempts, reflexively, to hold the wound together and Lyreis takes a half step back preparing himself before stabbing upwards the leading edge of the blade entering under the monster's chin and driving up into it's brain. As Lyreis holds the weapon in place he gives it a savage twist snarling in the creature's face as he ends it.
The emotion bleeds out almost as quickly, so quickly that Lyreis appears startled at his own savagery. Removing the blade he spins it quickly cleaning it, still absorbed entirely in his own fight, the wolves and the other spawn seemingly invisible to him.
With a gurgle the vampire turns into a green mist that mixes with the fog and dissapears.
The wolves turn their backs, their tails between their legs, and dart off the woods. With the other spawn no where to be seen the companions start to realize what they had just did.
Lord Thrinderand looks to the party and nods.
"You've proven yourselves more powerful and capable that I even imagined. You "he says to Seb'riel " tried to warn me about her, and my pride clouded my best jugdement and I wasn't ready for that magic. I thank you all your fast thinking, bravery and resolve. You will be rewarded."he finishes.
"Now I guess you would want to destroy her spawn. " he says turning towards the tower.
"You would guess correctly." Lyreis answers, resolve hardening his eyes, as he prepares to follow Lord Thrinderand into the tower.
Molly cries out, "Lyreis - wait! Do not lose sight of that green mist! I fear she will only reform, all the more powerful now that her mistress is slain!"
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As the remaining wolves begin to retreat back towards the woods, Hurosk spins with an arrow ready to fly on the vampire that was fleeing from him. However, he quickly sees Lyreis standing over the thoroughly slain body and relaxes his draw. The ranger has a moment to finally take a breath and then steps toward the group gathered at the tower. He wobbles initially, as he finally notices the wounds the wolves inflicted, but grits his teeth and quietly joins the others.
After getting a quick drink from his waterskin, he pulls out the remaining bottle of holy oil and prepares four more arrows. "One more to bring down, right?" Hearing Molly exclaim from behind, "Damnit! We better get a move on then." He reaches into his bag, pulls out a potion and quickly downs it.
The female vampire ignores Molly's holy light as the pain from Mathilda's arrow makes her anger grow over everything else.
She looks around but fails to spot the clever rogue who has climbed to a tree. Growling she runs towards the half-orc hunter and jumps over him! They struggle, she opens her mouth and her fangs are visible under the spell that illuminates the scene. But in the last second Hurosk manages to put his bow in the middle and she bites it, screaming in frustation, she tries to inmovilize the ranger to feed on his blood.
Seb'riel starts to gather magic energy around her, casting a spell...
PbP Character: A few ;)
"You see, it just doesn't seem sincere when I had to mention it first."
She draws her hands back into a ball, yellow sparks dance around her fingers as the ball of energy grows in her palm before she thrusts her arm forwards, unleashing the energy in a violent arc towards Morlainne.
The vampire see the arc of lighting energy coming towards her, she waits and moves to her left in the last second. Most of the energy disipates in the ground, but despite her quickness, Seb'riel can see some sparks of energy jumping over her arms and legs. Then it happens.
The eyes of the elven wizard turns white, her head stops looking down the battle but her gaze is fixed in someplace above her. Her vision fades for a second and she start to see the battle, but from different angles, and moments. Flashes of things that could happen, or that could have happened, crosses her mind in seconds. She sees the vampire jumping down on Hurosk from the celining before Moltaris could even cast the daylight spell. She sees the warforged walking out and talking to Mathilda and she smiles. She sees Lord Thrinderand cutting Morlainne's head. She sees Morlainne sucking the blood and the life of the older vampire neck. She sees the ice cage of Lord Thindrerand exploding in thousends of ice sahrds and the panic on Morlainne's face.
Seb'riel smiles. For she knows that is the future that it will come to pass.
A crack can be heard in the middle of the fight, and a visible fissure in the ice cage that holds the older vampire starts to appear from the ground, moving fast upwards. Morlainne's face turns into a mask of determination and she raises the staff. And the fissure stops half way, a mere chink in the icy trap. She smiles with triumph.
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Moltaris sees the arrogant whore of a vampire queen step onto the battlefield. Finally, a chance to redeem herself against the bloodsucking *****! 'Break her, and the minions will flee,' she thinks to herself.
Then Morlainne freezes Thrinderand in place, and the cleric recalculates their odds.
Then Morlainne waves off Seb'riel's Lightning Bolt with a gleeful grin, and the math gets worse.
But the light of Taratai sears her soul, and she marches forward. With a wave of her arm, her force scythe rips into the unholy flesh of the spawn attacking Hurosk. Then she growls a word of power in Quori and sends a divine shadow of magical blindness at Morlainne.
"Hey - I don't know why you're so giddy... He still isn't kneeling!" the kalashtar priestess cackles with rage.
Action: Cast Blindness/Deafness
Bonus Action: move Spiritual Weapon to attack VA2 (the scythe's last position is 10ft away from Hurosk on the map, so she should be within its 20ft movement wherever she has grappled him)
Movement: 30ft from t19 to n19
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
For a second the eyes of Morlainne were covered by the divine shadows of Taratai, wich is said that is the first thing the decesead see when they enter her kingdom.
But then she laughs and blinks, recovering her sight she looks at Moltaris.
"Your powers have no grip over me cleric. I am already dead remember? I do not fear you"
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Mathilda presses a hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming when the female vampire lunges for Hurosk, but he saves himself with his bow. Next, she sees Moltaris walk bravely towards Morlainne. She readies her last holy arrow, praying that it will hit. Just as the lady of the lake declares that she does not fear Molly, Mathilda's arrow sinks into the vampire's arm. That was the last of my special arrows, oh God. I hope she won't bite Molly again, that last bite looked like it almost killed her. Mathilda ducks back into the thick crown of the tree and climbs to a different branch, hoping to get a better view of the fight and hide herself deeper in the leaves.
Lyreis charges on his final dash sees him close with Morlainne, as she focuses on the others, he strikes but her lack of concentration was a ruse and the battlemaster's first strike is dodged effortlessly but in turn Lyreis surprises the vampire with a blisteringly fast flurry of blows.
Three connect in rapid succession, rending the vampire, knowing he cannot maintain this pace for long Lyreis drives himself for one last attack, the blade arcing out for her neck but the fury of his previous attacks force her back a step, just enough for the blade, glittering with its magical power, to miss by the breadth of a hair.
Looking at her squarely in the eyes the elf demands her attention "Face me, I am the end to my foes, whether their hearts beat yet, or not."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Mathilda's arrow strikes true and Morlainne screams in pain and she pulls out the arrow. Tendrils of smoke rise both from the wound and from the hand she uses to take it off. Unfortunately when Mathilda moces to another branch, most of it breaks. In the midst of the battle nobody really pays attention to it, but most of the foliage that covered her is now gone, so she moves to another branch. Luckily this one os broader and holds her weight and it has more leaves so she is better hidden. Hopefully.
Lyreis attacks are both dodged and parried by Morlainne using the staff. The warrior sees how one, two of his attacks make deep cuts into the vampire's flesh, but she keeps her eyes focused on him, doesn't losing her composture. The skillled elf, however, has more cards on his sleeve and he fainted a downward attack on her, that made Morlainne take a step back. Lyreis buried one of the blades just in front of her and turned, jumping over, using the weapon as a pivotal point of the jump. Morlainne is caught off guard by this movement, and as he fallas on her back, he pulls his sword out of the ground and used the blade that was buried to make a deep cut into the vampire's shoulder as he finished his jump.
She cannot dodge or parry this movement and both the surprise and the pain caused by the elf's magical blade make her lost her concentration, if just for a split of a second.
She inmmediatly open her eyes in a mixture of fear and rage.
"NO!" she screams but it's too late. Less than one second is what Lord Thrinderand needed.
The crack on his ice cage expanded, reaching the top of it and it explodes in hundreds of tiny ice crystals that flew in all directions.
He looks at her, his glance a cold mask of hate. She is concerned but still looked dermined.
"I said. Enough" he repeats and jumps towards her, swining his greatsword with unnatural speed. As the weapon arcs down, silver flames erupted on it, dancing along the length of the blade.
The big Dire Wolf jumps on Hurok's and it's pack follows, trying to overrun both Hurosk and Molly. The bite them, push them, making really difficullt to keep standing. Hurosk fights well despite that the Dire Wolf bites him on his left arm. He is able to dodge two more wolves but another one caught him on the right leg.
Moltaris turns and she is able to raise her shield just in the last second of one wolf trying to bite her neck. she suddenly feels the piercing pain on her right leg, where another one is bitting her.
Then they hear the screams of Morlainne as the balde of the older vampire cut her flesh. A great gash from her left shoulder to her right hip left both flesh and bone exposed, the silver flames enveloping her. She tries to dodge the next attact cuts her upwards, almost severing the arm that holds the staff. The fire moved as if it had life on its own, the third cut is an horizontal one. If not for the flames that cut would have splatered all the organs of the vampire to the ground, if it still has any. She starts to scream but Lord Thrinderand, moving at unnatural speed, raises his sword and cuts downward in a vertical movement. For a second it seems that he has failed and Morlainne grins at him and spit a little bit of blood to his face. Then, still with the grin on her lips, one half of her start to slide down, then the other. He has cut her in two halfs. The flames festering on her falling body turn her into ashes before it can touch the ground.
The staff falls to it in wich seems to be slow motion.
"Mistress.. NO!" screams the woman vampire as she sees Morlainne's fate. The other one runs towards the tower, enters it and closes the door behind him.
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The ranger, lying flat on his back after being pounced on by the larger wolf, finds himself contemplating running from this mess he finds himself in the midst of. However as he pulls himself to his feet, Hurosk hears the shattering of the ice locking their vampire ally in place and watches as Lord Thindrerand hacks his foe into pieces. Bolstered by this turn of events, he pulls out and arrow and fires point blank at the larger wolf - a difficult task considering the number of opponents harrying him at the moment.
He looses his first arrow and another rain of thorns falls on the area as it sinks into the dire wolf's flank. He quickly draws another to finish off the beast and places this shot down its throat as the beast bears its teeth at the ranger to show its displeasure from the first arrow.
Looking bloodied, the half-orc turns to the she-vampire and grins. "What do you got, *****!"
"Yes!" Kyne exclaims triumphantly, as Thrinderand's repeated strikes reduce Morlainne's withering corpse to ash.
Rushing to Hurosk's side, the elf swings Daedagnir at the vampire that has her in its grasp. Once more, flames erupt from the blade, scorching a wolf besides them as he drives the weapon deep into the side of the undead creature's torso, searing flesh as it goes.
9 magical slashing damage and 18 fire damage to VA2. 8 fire damage to an adjacent wolf.
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One of the wolves that was previously injured by Hurosk rolls whimpering to the ground trying to suffocate the flames that burn his skin. He runs a few feet away, and then falls to the ground, no longer moving.
The vampire takes the fire and hisses, jumping away from Hurosk, she runs away towards the tower, wich is showing signals that the fire from the older stables has reached at least the east part of the first floor, as the flames are not attended and start to appear in the tower's first stage, at least in the zone that the tower and the stables are connected.
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"Where are you going? In your diary you were so keen on draining my blood."
Seb'riel speeds over above the vampire woman, once again calling up to the undying court and pulling down the streaks of cosmic energy from the sky to surround the vampire.
[Casting blazing starfall, DC16 DexST or 7 radiant damage. 7 Radiant damage if she leaves the cube. Rolled on discord]
The vampire is moving so fast that she dodges the falling lights. Seb knows that she will burn when she reaches the limit of the spell but she frowns as the vampire dodges the little stars.
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Moltaris move her spectral hand and swoops it over the wolves that surround her. One of them cowls and the hand passes over him, but it landed on another one. The cold hand steals the life of the animal, who yelps and fall to the ground no longer breathing.
The remaining wolves look around, somehow confused as both their alpha and most of their pack lies dead and the will that drove them here is no longer compelling them.
From her vantage point Mathilda can't see these look in the wolves eyes. She just see the fleeing vampire and the animals still around her friend.
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Oh no, she's getting away! Mathilda quickly draws another arrow, forgetting in the heat of the moment that she has used up all her holy-oiled arrows. She hits the female vampire again and quickly ducks back around the trunk of the tree. When she peaks out the other side, it seems that the vampire has not been able to track where the arrow came from. Moltaris is still surrounded by wolves, but she seems to be doing alright. I don't know what kind of magic Seb'riel and Moltaris are using... but everyone seems to be fighting well. With Lord Thrinderad, I hope we can beat these monsters! Her breathing is fast and her eyes are still huge, full of adrenaline.
The vampire falls before Lord Thrinderad and Lyreis is seized by a momentary surge of anger, the chance to to defeat her himself had been in front of him, she had been reeling from his blows, which the rational part of his mind acknowledges is what caused the ice prison to break, only to be taken by the other vampire's devastating onslaught. The battlemaster has to concede that the older vampire is far more powerful than he is but the need for glory is still threatening to overwhelm him. Seeing one of the spawn run and the other closer he heads for the second lesser vampire, as the seer's spell strikes he dodges to avoid being caught in the radiant light himself.
His elven grace sees him reach his position in perfect balance in front of a foe who has already been wounded and looks set to try and run, Lyreis knows that the fight is already over, the vampire just doesn't know it is finished yet. His adrenalin causes him to rush his first strike, a high slash aiming to blind the creature by striking both eyeballs but the spawn pulls back just in time, the cost of the dodge is high though, as the head moves back the stomach moves forward and the other blade of the Valenar scimitar rips through it a heartbeat later, threatening to cut the creature clean in two. The creature attempts, reflexively, to hold the wound together and Lyreis takes a half step back preparing himself before stabbing upwards the leading edge of the blade entering under the monster's chin and driving up into it's brain. As Lyreis holds the weapon in place he gives it a savage twist snarling in the creature's face as he ends it.
The emotion bleeds out almost as quickly, so quickly that Lyreis appears startled at his own savagery. Removing the blade he spins it quickly cleaning it, still absorbed entirely in his own fight, the wolves and the other spawn seemingly invisible to him.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
With a gurgle the vampire turns into a green mist that mixes with the fog and dissapears.
The wolves turn their backs, their tails between their legs, and dart off the woods. With the other spawn no where to be seen the companions start to realize what they had just did.
Lord Thrinderand looks to the party and nods.
"You've proven yourselves more powerful and capable that I even imagined. You " he says to Seb'riel " tried to warn me about her, and my pride clouded my best jugdement and I wasn't ready for that magic. I thank you all your fast thinking, bravery and resolve. You will be rewarded." he finishes.
"Now I guess you would want to destroy her spawn. " he says turning towards the tower.
PbP Character: A few ;)
"You would guess correctly." Lyreis answers, resolve hardening his eyes, as he prepares to follow Lord Thrinderand into the tower.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Molly cries out, "Lyreis - wait! Do not lose sight of that green mist! I fear she will only reform, all the more powerful now that her mistress is slain!"
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
As the remaining wolves begin to retreat back towards the woods, Hurosk spins with an arrow ready to fly on the vampire that was fleeing from him. However, he quickly sees Lyreis standing over the thoroughly slain body and relaxes his draw. The ranger has a moment to finally take a breath and then steps toward the group gathered at the tower. He wobbles initially, as he finally notices the wounds the wolves inflicted, but grits his teeth and quietly joins the others.
After getting a quick drink from his waterskin, he pulls out the remaining bottle of holy oil and prepares four more arrows. "One more to bring down, right?" Hearing Molly exclaim from behind, "Damnit! We better get a move on then." He reaches into his bag, pulls out a potion and quickly downs it.