Kyne breathes deeply, the fire slowly receding along the length of his blade as it trickles back into the line of runes that runs down the middle. The ruby focus embedded in the hilt pulses and glows as the magical energies return to him. He glances up, gradually taking in more and more of his surroundings as the adrenaline-fuelled tunnel-vision of battle fades. However, when Thrinderand gestures to the tower, Kyne's eyes widen in realisation as he sees it wreathed in flames before him.
Seb's book!
"We have to stop the fire!" He shouts, breaking into a run for the door. "Seb's work is still inside!"
Wrenching the heavy door open, Kyne recoils as a wave of heat and smoke erupts from within. Ahead, he can see the first tongues starting to lick around the entrance to the barn. Raising an arm across his face against the hot air, he pushes on with steadfast determination. The burning building around him calls out to the power in his blood, and he starts to itch from the intensity of the elemental energies.
Finally he reaches the door and stops, standing still for the briefest of moments as he closes his eyes and reaches out with his mind. He can feel the fire raging on the other side, and just like that, he knows what he has to do. Stretching his arms out in front of him, Kyne swirls his hands over each other, bundling the essence of the fire ahead and drawing it to him. Beyond the door a tornado-like fire storm begins to form, rapidly spinning and drawing more and more of the flames in towards it. It builds and builds, and, as it does so, Kyne gradually siphons the power from it, drawing the energy through and into himself.
Sweat beads along the elf's brow as he fights to control the inferno, and he frowns in concentration.
Seb'riel is torn for a moment, the excitement of finally reaching the moment of her vision competing with the fear of losing her lifes work. She drifts down to the ground lifting the staff from the pile of dust on the ground. Holding it ahead of her as she floats towards the door.
"I know where she slept, if she is reforming it will be there. Follow me. Keep your eyes focused, they like to hide on the ceilings."
Seb'riel glides into the building behind Kyne, placing a hand on his shoulder in gratitude as she flies on past, glancing back to check she is not alone.
As Seb'riel picks the forgotten staff from the ground she feels a chilling sensation coming up her hand and her arm. It hurts for a moment and she stops looking as her hand tunrs pale. She forces herself to breath slowly and to calm down and littel by little the cold feeling starts to receed and she finally regain mobility on her arm and hadn. They are still cold, but she will be ok. She just wasn't ready for that kind of power.
When Lyreis kills off the vampire, the group can hear a little triumphant "Woop!" from the trees. A moment later, Mathilda reappears from the forest. She smiles shyly at Lord Thrinderand, as if waiting for praise. As Moltaris' explanation dawns on her, she realises there is no time for chatter now though. She turns back to the rest of the group and watches Kyne and Seb'riel head into the tower. "How can I help?" The young girl is hesitant to throw herself into a burning vampire lair, but she will clearly not show cowardice in front of the Lord... even faced with ceiling-crawling vampires, uaaaaa!
The party moves into the tower and they inmediatly turn to the right in the circular hallway they step in.
Just a few feet ahead the heat and smoke indicates that the fire from the stables are entering the tower itself. A few more feet and they can see the flames burning the carpets and wood and the alomst charred wooden door pouring flames and smoke.
The sorcerer opens his arms and walks right into it, moving them to make a whirlwind of fire in front of him, absorbing the flames and controlling the fire. But it seems that it is almost a life thing and all of sudden,as in response to Kyne's actions, a burst of flames break the door in two and the elf staggers as the air moves forward the flames and hit him.
Moltaris reacts and she uses her divine mogaci to conjure a samll flood of water that raises a lot of grey, thick smoke but controls the flame, saving Kyne to be burned, and cools the door and its frame long enough for the sorcercer to finish controlling the fire inside the tower. In the stables is a roaring inferno. The flames destroying the house too and everything it was on it.
Seb hurries off to the stairs of the tower, keeping a close eye for the spawn she glides straight up the centre of the staircase, knowing she can most likely beat the gas to the room.
Running after Seb as quickly as possible Lyreis follows, determined to not leave his fellow elf undefended. "No book is worth your life, we can do this together". He also scans carefully for the spawn as he goes, adrenaline surging he keeps a close watch on the ceilings after being warned.
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"Imagine you lost your skill with the blade, but knew you could find it again up there. This is what I have spent my life working on, some I know from memory, the rest though..."
She stops as she reaches the entry to the floor where she was held prisoner. "Her bedroom was here. His was upstairs and so was Morlainne's, the library is up another floor again, but I did not find it there before. We should stake her quickly, then proceed upwards with caution."
"I will follow as instructed, just do not run off on your own. And I would fight through all the Hells if needed to reclaim this blade, I would just prefer to have my friends at my back while I did it." Lyreis continues to constantly monitor for signs of the male Spawn as they move, reaching to his belt to check his stake is ready to hand.
Mathilda stays behind Lyreis and Seb'riel, grasping her small dagger tightly in her sweaty hand. She keeps checking the ceilings and looking around for the male vampire, constantly on edge. Proceeding cautiously, she also watches for any traps. While she is especially afraid of magical ones, she does not know exactly what to look for there. Her fear is palpable, but with experienced fighters like Lyreis and Hurosk flanking her, she pushes onwards.
Leaving Moltaris and Kyne behind controlling the flames, the rest of the team, with their ally on the back, reach the stairs and goes up. While they are climbing up the stairs the sounds of the fire becomes more and more softer until they dissapear. Seb'riel inform them of the disposition of the rooms, she doesn't realize it, but she speaks almost in whispers, and guide them up to the door of the woman's room. Lyreis looks up almost constantly waiting for the other vampire to jump into them from the celiing. But nothing moves in the shadows above. The door is wide open as if it was left that way in a hurry.
They peek in the interior and see the room most as Seb remembers it.
Lit by the dying fire of the the fireplace and the almost consumed candles on the table, they see the woman liying on the bed, as if she were sleeping. No sound can be heard. Nothing seems to move in the quiet of the night. Is almost as if all the violence and fighting fo a few moments ago were something that had passed far far away.
Seb'riel nods at Lyreis, keeping herself high in the air she pulls her arms together in preparation, crossing into the room, ready to unleash an arc of fire at anything that moves.
The stake is in his hands in a heartbeat, Lyreis steps towards the door then pauses turning to Seb "Through the heart, leave it in place, yes?" he asks as he looks into the bedroom.
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She nods back in confirmation. Holding her breath for the end of one who inflicted so much pain on her. She braces visibly as Lyreis holds up his arm to strike.
Moving purposefully across the room but with one more glance to the ceiling as he sets off Lyreis nears the bed, the focus of an elf trained in combat for a human's lifetime renders his breathing to almost nothing, his senses heightened almost to breaking point, he feels every tiny imperfection of the wooden stake in his hand he raises it, and then....
After Mathilda checks there is no trap in the doorway, Lyreis enters the room, all his senses focused on the dormant vampire and any possible ambush.
He sees nothing. He only hears his own breathing and his companions entering the room behind him and getting ready.
He takes another step. A small hiss on his left makes him turn fast, his weapon at the ready. The rest turns looking there too, arrow and magic at the ready. But is just a burned log losing its battle against the fire.
Lyreis takes another step, reaching the middle of the carpet and more or less the middle of the room. He looks up to the cieling. Nothing, he also peeks at the other side of the fireplace, looking up too for if the other vampire is in the corner between the fireplace and the roof. Nothing.
He grabs the stake and takes another step.
And he lose his step. For a second he thinks that the tower is collapsing for the floor is not where it's suppoused to be... then he realises that it's only the carpet that has, somehow, went up and make him lose his balance.
The rug tries to envelop him and for a second all that the elf can see is the colors of it swhirling around him.
He finds himself completely surrounded by the carpet, which makes really hard for him to attack, impossible to move and even breathing is getting hard.
The rest see how the carpet moves suddenly and envelopes Lyreis completely. They both stand for a second there, the carpet enveloping him, covering all but half of one of the blades of his double-scimitar. And the he falls to the ground and roll a little bit.
Seb'riel looks apprehensive. "This is no small enchantment, it will suffocate him if we can't break him free. If you hit it, you will hit Lyreis too though. We must help wrestle him out."
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Kyne breathes deeply, the fire slowly receding along the length of his blade as it trickles back into the line of runes that runs down the middle. The ruby focus embedded in the hilt pulses and glows as the magical energies return to him. He glances up, gradually taking in more and more of his surroundings as the adrenaline-fuelled tunnel-vision of battle fades. However, when Thrinderand gestures to the tower, Kyne's eyes widen in realisation as he sees it wreathed in flames before him.
Seb's book!
"We have to stop the fire!" He shouts, breaking into a run for the door. "Seb's work is still inside!"
Wrenching the heavy door open, Kyne recoils as a wave of heat and smoke erupts from within. Ahead, he can see the first tongues starting to lick around the entrance to the barn. Raising an arm across his face against the hot air, he pushes on with steadfast determination. The burning building around him calls out to the power in his blood, and he starts to itch from the intensity of the elemental energies.
Finally he reaches the door and stops, standing still for the briefest of moments as he closes his eyes and reaches out with his mind. He can feel the fire raging on the other side, and just like that, he knows what he has to do. Stretching his arms out in front of him, Kyne swirls his hands over each other, bundling the essence of the fire ahead and drawing it to him. Beyond the door a tornado-like fire storm begins to form, rapidly spinning and drawing more and more of the flames in towards it. It builds and builds, and, as it does so, Kyne gradually siphons the power from it, drawing the energy through and into himself.
Sweat beads along the elf's brow as he fights to control the inferno, and he frowns in concentration.
I can do this. He tells himself. For Seb.
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Seb'riel is torn for a moment, the excitement of finally reaching the moment of her vision competing with the fear of losing her lifes work. She drifts down to the ground lifting the staff from the pile of dust on the ground. Holding it ahead of her as she floats towards the door.
"I know where she slept, if she is reforming it will be there. Follow me. Keep your eyes focused, they like to hide on the ceilings."
Seb'riel glides into the building behind Kyne, placing a hand on his shoulder in gratitude as she flies on past, glancing back to check she is not alone.
As Seb'riel picks the forgotten staff from the ground she feels a chilling sensation coming up her hand and her arm. It hurts for a moment and she stops looking as her hand tunrs pale. She forces herself to breath slowly and to calm down and littel by little the cold feeling starts to receed and she finally regain mobility on her arm and hadn. They are still cold, but she will be ok. She just wasn't ready for that kind of power.
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When Lyreis kills off the vampire, the group can hear a little triumphant "Woop!" from the trees. A moment later, Mathilda reappears from the forest. She smiles shyly at Lord Thrinderand, as if waiting for praise. As Moltaris' explanation dawns on her, she realises there is no time for chatter now though. She turns back to the rest of the group and watches Kyne and Seb'riel head into the tower. "How can I help?" The young girl is hesitant to throw herself into a burning vampire lair, but she will clearly not show cowardice in front of the Lord... even faced with ceiling-crawling vampires, uaaaaa!
Hurosk follows behind the siblings with bow ready. "Let's finish this up before we all burn to ash!"
The party moves into the tower and they inmediatly turn to the right in the circular hallway they step in.
Just a few feet ahead the heat and smoke indicates that the fire from the stables are entering the tower itself. A few more feet and they can see the flames burning the carpets and wood and the alomst charred wooden door pouring flames and smoke.
The sorcerer opens his arms and walks right into it, moving them to make a whirlwind of fire in front of him, absorbing the flames and controlling the fire. But it seems that it is almost a life thing and all of sudden,as in response to Kyne's actions, a burst of flames break the door in two and the elf staggers as the air moves forward the flames and hit him.
Moltaris reacts and she uses her divine mogaci to conjure a samll flood of water that raises a lot of grey, thick smoke but controls the flame, saving Kyne to be burned, and cools the door and its frame long enough for the sorcercer to finish controlling the fire inside the tower. In the stables is a roaring inferno. The flames destroying the house too and everything it was on it.
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Kyne stands his ground, pushing with every ounce of power he can summon to hold the flames at bay.
"Go!" He shouts to Seb. "Get your work and anything else we need and let's get out of here. I won't be able to hold this forever."
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Seb hurries off to the stairs of the tower, keeping a close eye for the spawn she glides straight up the centre of the staircase, knowing she can most likely beat the gas to the room.
Running after Seb as quickly as possible Lyreis follows, determined to not leave his fellow elf undefended. "No book is worth your life, we can do this together". He also scans carefully for the spawn as he goes, adrenaline surging he keeps a close watch on the ceilings after being warned.
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Seb smirks a little at the comment.
"Imagine you lost your skill with the blade, but knew you could find it again up there. This is what I have spent my life working on, some I know from memory, the rest though..."
She stops as she reaches the entry to the floor where she was held prisoner. "Her bedroom was here. His was upstairs and so was Morlainne's, the library is up another floor again, but I did not find it there before. We should stake her quickly, then proceed upwards with caution."
"I will follow as instructed, just do not run off on your own. And I would fight through all the Hells if needed to reclaim this blade, I would just prefer to have my friends at my back while I did it." Lyreis continues to constantly monitor for signs of the male Spawn as they move, reaching to his belt to check his stake is ready to hand.
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Mathilda stays behind Lyreis and Seb'riel, grasping her small dagger tightly in her sweaty hand. She keeps checking the ceilings and looking around for the male vampire, constantly on edge. Proceeding cautiously, she also watches for any traps. While she is especially afraid of magical ones, she does not know exactly what to look for there. Her fear is palpable, but with experienced fighters like Lyreis and Hurosk flanking her, she pushes onwards.
Leaving Moltaris and Kyne behind controlling the flames, the rest of the team, with their ally on the back, reach the stairs and goes up. While they are climbing up the stairs the sounds of the fire becomes more and more softer until they dissapear. Seb'riel inform them of the disposition of the rooms, she doesn't realize it, but she speaks almost in whispers, and guide them up to the door of the woman's room. Lyreis looks up almost constantly waiting for the other vampire to jump into them from the celiing. But nothing moves in the shadows above. The door is wide open as if it was left that way in a hurry.
They peek in the interior and see the room most as Seb remembers it.
Lit by the dying fire of the the fireplace and the almost consumed candles on the table, they see the woman liying on the bed, as if she were sleeping. No sound can be heard. Nothing seems to move in the quiet of the night. Is almost as if all the violence and fighting fo a few moments ago were something that had passed far far away.
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Seb'riel nods at Lyreis, keeping herself high in the air she pulls her arms together in preparation, crossing into the room, ready to unleash an arc of fire at anything that moves.
The stake is in his hands in a heartbeat, Lyreis steps towards the door then pauses turning to Seb "Through the heart, leave it in place, yes?" he asks as he looks into the bedroom.
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She nods back in confirmation. Holding her breath for the end of one who inflicted so much pain on her. She braces visibly as Lyreis holds up his arm to strike.
Moving purposefully across the room but with one more glance to the ceiling as he sets off Lyreis nears the bed, the focus of an elf trained in combat for a human's lifetime renders his breathing to almost nothing, his senses heightened almost to breaking point, he feels every tiny imperfection of the wooden stake in his hand he raises it, and then....
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Hurosk readies an oiled arrow should the creature give any trouble.
After Mathilda checks there is no trap in the doorway, Lyreis enters the room, all his senses focused on the dormant vampire and any possible ambush.
He sees nothing. He only hears his own breathing and his companions entering the room behind him and getting ready.
He takes another step. A small hiss on his left makes him turn fast, his weapon at the ready. The rest turns looking there too, arrow and magic at the ready. But is just a burned log losing its battle against the fire.
Lyreis takes another step, reaching the middle of the carpet and more or less the middle of the room. He looks up to the cieling. Nothing, he also peeks at the other side of the fireplace, looking up too for if the other vampire is in the corner between the fireplace and the roof. Nothing.
He grabs the stake and takes another step.
And he lose his step. For a second he thinks that the tower is collapsing for the floor is not where it's suppoused to be... then he realises that it's only the carpet that has, somehow, went up and make him lose his balance.
The rug tries to envelop him and for a second all that the elf can see is the colors of it swhirling around him.
He finds himself completely surrounded by the carpet, which makes really hard for him to attack, impossible to move and even breathing is getting hard.
The rest see how the carpet moves suddenly and envelopes Lyreis completely. They both stand for a second there, the carpet enveloping him, covering all but half of one of the blades of his double-scimitar. And the he falls to the ground and roll a little bit.
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Seb'riel looks apprehensive. "This is no small enchantment, it will suffocate him if we can't break him free. If you hit it, you will hit Lyreis too though. We must help wrestle him out."