Mathilda stares open-mouthed at the magic carpet, not believing her eyes. Seb'riel's words get through to her, and she snaps out of it. It must be the vampire doing this, more evil magic! She lifts her dagger as if to try and cut Lyreis out of the carpet, but it is rolling about so quickly that she can't think of how to do so without hurting the elf. She tries to think, looking around, reaching for her backpack with her free hand. Suddenly, she feels the wooden stake and pulls it out. That might just - without waiting another moment, she runs past the carpet and towards the vampire, before she can lose her courage. Mathilda skids to a halt next to the vampire who is lying still as a corpse. Right through the heart, okay, okay. She takes a deep breath and lifts arms.
Lyreis is completely disoriented for a few moments as the rug grabs him and pulls him to the ground, unsure of how to use his weapons to their best advantage Lyreis waits a second to see if anything happens. When it doesn't he calms himself, trying to focus on the problem - his friends are probably making sure the vampire is truly dead, that is what he'd do, as he thinks he remembers a scrap of magic he has hardly e er had call to use, the blades he carries can grant him the ability to move freely whatever is attempting to slow or hold him. Groping the hilt tightly he focuses on the spell, releasing the energy into his own body. The rug seems to lose its purchase on him and he tries to shrug it off and get away from it.
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Mathilda jumps the carpet with the imprisioned Lyreis suddenly still.
She runs at the bed side, trying not to look at the vampire face. She remains still, with the eyes closed, one could say that she is sleeping, but the chest is not moving. There is no trace of the wounds that they inflicted to her in the previous fight. The rogue grabs the stake, she fear that the sweat on her hands make it slip from her hands, so she makes sure the wood is firm on her hands. She prepares, closes her eyes, raises her hands and...
¡¡Something grabs her ankles and pull her down the bed!!
She screams, open her eyes and sees the other vampire, half crawling out from below the bed and moving his arms, kind of climbing towards her neck. She beholds in terror the fangs of the vampire coming for her blood. She screams and in the last second hits him with the stake, making him turning the face. He looks back at her, hissing.
Lyreis calls upon the magic of his blade, and he feels that the constraining strength of the carpet loosens and he moves his shoulders, then his hips and finally his legs, to get out of the carpet. It moves and swirls around him, trying to get a hold on him again.
Downstairs Kyne and Moltaris hears the scream of pure terror of Mathilda. Their concentration on keeping the fire at bay breaks for a second and the flames erupt again into the hallway, they both had to take a few steps back to avoid beign burned. It was almost as if the fire has its own will and was angered by have beign pulled back and kept at bay for so long.
The smoke fills the air, a black, thick, hot layer of darkness wich seems to suck the oxygen making breath a near impossible task. They had to retreat almost to the entrance door.
Seeing the vampire reappear Seb'riel diverts her attention. Her words laced with magical intent as she floats down to the ground.
"You saw what happened outside. You are defeated, why fight us? Help us get what we need so that we can leave you in peace, you must be curious of the secrets that Morlainne kept hidden from you. Help us uncover her secrets."
Seb'riel words seems to fall in deaf ears as the vampire snarls and growls trying to get to Mathilda's neck. the wizard curses in her own tongue.
Hurosk is aiming trying to get a clear shot not to hit Mathilda, when a blur of movement crosses his eyes. Running and with a jump Lord Thrinderand is at Mathilda's side. He grabs the lesser vampire from the neck as if it was just a mischevious boy and throws him against the wall. He then thurst his blade with the silver flames into his guts.
"You stay away from her" he says.
It was Mathilda's imagination or there was some emotion on his voice?. Is he worried about her?
"So, now the furniture is trying to kill us!?" The exhausted ranger looks around in disbelief. Then, he senses something, his marked prey returning, but he doesn't even have a moment to warn Matilda before the vampire is upon her. Hurosk is torn between targets, but as Thinderand rushes in the room to Matilda's rescue, she appears to be.. well cared for, by his proclatmation.
Returning his attention to the rug, he finds Lyreis has freed himself from the clutches of this animated decor, and he lets his arrows fly. The first easily finding its mark, but the arrow of his second shot splinters when he releases the string. "Damnit!" He then tries to slip out to the hall to gain a little more room to maneuver.
After a second, Mathilda recovers from the shock and draws a breath. "You saved me!" She stares at Lord Thrinderand as if she cannot believe her eyes. "You came to save me!" I would be dead now if it weren't for him, he saved my life. She stares at the lord's back for another second, so close to her now, having thrown himself between her and mortal danger... He is even more handsome when he is fighting, like an avenging God. I - Focus! Mathilda spins around and drives the stake right through the female vampire's heart. Together, we will take these vampires out!
Mathilda turns and using just one hand stabs the heart of the resting vampire with the wooden stake.
The creature opens her mouth in a silent scream. For a second it tenses her whole body and then falls completely limp. Still her eyes are opened and the mouth is paralized in a silent scream. Mathilda can see the fangs under her otherwise seductive lips.
"NO!" screams the man jumping over Lord Thrinderand, trying to reaching Mathilda.
But once again the sword with the silver flames got him in mid jump. With a scream of pain and anger, the vampire falls over Mathilda but the silver flames literally desintegrates him and just the ashes fall over Mathilda who only see Lord Thrinderand lowering his silvered blade.
Seb'riel now has a clear shot to the rug that seems oblivious of the things happening at its back.
Seb'riel fights a surge of emotion as she sees her tormenters eliminated permanently. She channels the emotion into a beam of ice that she sends hurtling at the rug. It hits it squarely and the frosted threads seem to crack as Seb'riel backs away into the corridor.
Looking across the room Lyreis sees Thinderand dance beautifully as he almost toys with the Spawn, masterful skill with an economy of movement, such control! The battlemaster turns his gaze back to his foe, disdain writ large all over his face. When he could be battling undead monsters he is locked in battle with furnishings. Barely summoning the enthusiasm to focus on the proper forms Lyreis still slashes left then right at alternating heights until the rug is little more than scraps slowly floating to the floor, the enchantment broken.
As the magic dissipates he is reluctant to face the others, his lack of forethought to check for traps had nearly placed them in a difficult place, the young human had near been bitten by the Spawn when he had been floundering like an idiot with animated furniture, the colour building in his cheeks the elf looks about making sure there are no further dangers obvious in the room.
With the last ashes of the other spawn mixing witht the rags of the carpet in the floor, Lyreis feels confident that all the surprises seem to be finished. For now.
They should decapitate the staked spawn though.
And they wonder how the others are managing the fire. But temperature is increasing now that they have a moment to stop and notice it.
Looking on Seb gives a satisfied smile, burying the emotional torrent beneath and in many ways wishing her brother was upstairs with them. She floats gently across the room, pulling a little doll from her pocket. She kneels down, eyes reflecting some lights that spring into existence around them as she holds the doll in front of the eyes of the vampire.
"A monster with sentiment for her past. You were not always this way. I know you fantasised about our final moment together many times, but you never imagined it would be I who ended you. I always saw it though. Know that I hold no ill will towards you. I tried to change things, offered you a way out, warned you of what I saw. I tried again with him today. But I knew you would not listen." She pauses, the doll sits next to the vampire as Seb focuses on a spell for a second. "Time for it to end then." She whispers as she focuses a jet of ice right between the girl's open eyes.
Rising she addresses the others.
"At least that is all taken care of, we should try Morlainne's secret chamber now." She leads the way to the secret door in the wall.
"There is a magical trap here, I think it is set to trigger if somebody attempts to open the door. It is a little beyond my capability to dispel, but perhaps if we at least knew what it would attack with... The ward upstairs used ice, so perhaps this will be the same."
Mathilda is too shocked to speak as the ashes of the vampire and the scraps of the carpet fall to the floor. She sees Lyreis blush ever so slightly and instantly goes bright red herself. Quickly, she brushes the ash out of her hair and wipes her face with her sleeve. She glances up at Thrinderand and mumbles a thank you, then tries to brush more ash away. She barely notices Seb'riel moving towards them and killing the female vampire for good. I must look hideous like this, I'm covered in... oh god, I'm covered in dead vampire. When she has cleaned herself off as well as she can, she opens her mouth to speak to Lord Thrinderand again, thank him properly this time, but suddenly, she notices it is not just her face that feels hot, it is her whole body. In fact, the air itself feels hot. The fire?? Alarmed, Mathilda searches for Thrinderand's eyes and shouts: "The fire must be spreading, we've got to get out of here or we'll be trapped!"
Molly shouts from downstairs, face and skin covered in sweat and soot. "We can't stop it! The fire's coming! Get what you need and get out of there!!" She hooks the frustrated elf by the arm and drags him away from the raging inferno. "We've GOT to go!"
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Those words pass through the cleric's mind as Molly fights her rueful grin. She finally discovered what she and Kyne have in common - an utter refusal to accept things as they are. Will.
If it weren't for their companions upstairs, Moltaris would pump her magic at that blaze until either she or it broke... or Taratai Herself carried her off.
*Your sister needs you more than we need to defeat this fire...* the kalashtar sends to Kyne.
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"If we cannot get through that door quickly then we should run now, we cannot all fly." Turning to Mathilda and Hurosk he calls out "I do not know what help I can offer but I will not leave Seb'riel on her own. You may wish to leave now though." As the battle master turns he sees Thinderand "If you have a way through that door, now is the time."
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Mathilda stares open-mouthed at the magic carpet, not believing her eyes. Seb'riel's words get through to her, and she snaps out of it. It must be the vampire doing this, more evil magic! She lifts her dagger as if to try and cut Lyreis out of the carpet, but it is rolling about so quickly that she can't think of how to do so without hurting the elf. She tries to think, looking around, reaching for her backpack with her free hand. Suddenly, she feels the wooden stake and pulls it out. That might just - without waiting another moment, she runs past the carpet and towards the vampire, before she can lose her courage. Mathilda skids to a halt next to the vampire who is lying still as a corpse. Right through the heart, okay, okay. She takes a deep breath and lifts arms.
As Mathilda steps to the vampire, Seb'riel looks anxiously at the rug.
Lyreis seems quite strong, he should be able to fight his way out... Just need to keep it down when he does.
Seb'riel's fingertips begin to burn as she prepares to hit it when Lyreis gets away from its grasp.
[readied firebolt when the rug is not wrapping someone]
Lyreis is completely disoriented for a few moments as the rug grabs him and pulls him to the ground, unsure of how to use his weapons to their best advantage Lyreis waits a second to see if anything happens. When it doesn't he calms himself, trying to focus on the problem - his friends are probably making sure the vampire is truly dead, that is what he'd do, as he thinks he remembers a scrap of magic he has hardly e er had call to use, the blades he carries can grant him the ability to move freely whatever is attempting to slow or hold him. Groping the hilt tightly he focuses on the spell, releasing the energy into his own body. The rug seems to lose its purchase on him and he tries to shrug it off and get away from it.
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 jumps the carpet with the imprisioned Lyreis suddenly still.
She runs at the bed side, trying not to look at the vampire face. She remains still, with the eyes closed, one could say that she is sleeping, but the chest is not moving. There is no trace of the wounds that they inflicted to her in the previous fight. The rogue grabs the stake, she fear that the sweat on her hands make it slip from her hands, so she makes sure the wood is firm on her hands. She prepares, closes her eyes, raises her hands and...
¡¡Something grabs her ankles and pull her down the bed!!
She screams, open her eyes and sees the other vampire, half crawling out from below the bed and moving his arms, kind of climbing towards her neck. She beholds in terror the fangs of the vampire coming for her blood. She screams and in the last second hits him with the stake, making him turning the face. He looks back at her, hissing.
Lyreis calls upon the magic of his blade, and he feels that the constraining strength of the carpet loosens and he moves his shoulders, then his hips and finally his legs, to get out of the carpet. It moves and swirls around him, trying to get a hold on him again.
Downstairs Kyne and Moltaris hears the scream of pure terror of Mathilda. Their concentration on keeping the fire at bay breaks for a second and the flames erupt again into the hallway, they both had to take a few steps back to avoid beign burned. It was almost as if the fire has its own will and was angered by have beign pulled back and kept at bay for so long.
The smoke fills the air, a black, thick, hot layer of darkness wich seems to suck the oxygen making breath a near impossible task. They had to retreat almost to the entrance door.
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Seeing the vampire reappear Seb'riel diverts her attention. Her words laced with magical intent as she floats down to the ground.
"You saw what happened outside. You are defeated, why fight us? Help us get what we need so that we can leave you in peace, you must be curious of the secrets that Morlainne kept hidden from you. Help us uncover her secrets."
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Seb'riel words seems to fall in deaf ears as the vampire snarls and growls trying to get to Mathilda's neck. the wizard curses in her own tongue.
Hurosk is aiming trying to get a clear shot not to hit Mathilda, when a blur of movement crosses his eyes. Running and with a jump Lord Thrinderand is at Mathilda's side. He grabs the lesser vampire from the neck as if it was just a mischevious boy and throws him against the wall. He then thurst his blade with the silver flames into his guts.
"You stay away from her" he says.
It was Mathilda's imagination or there was some emotion on his voice?. Is he worried about her?
The other vampire roars in defiance.
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The carpet tries to trap Lyreis again but this time the elf is ready and he just dodges it without issue.
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"So, now the furniture is trying to kill us!?" The exhausted ranger looks around in disbelief. Then, he senses something, his marked prey returning, but he doesn't even have a moment to warn Matilda before the vampire is upon her. Hurosk is torn between targets, but as Thinderand rushes in the room to Matilda's rescue, she appears to be.. well cared for, by his proclatmation.
Returning his attention to the rug, he finds Lyreis has freed himself from the clutches of this animated decor, and he lets his arrows fly. The first easily finding its mark, but the arrow of his second shot splinters when he releases the string. "Damnit!" He then tries to slip out to the hall to gain a little more room to maneuver.
Hurosk's arrow opens a hole in the carpet. It reacts jumping towards him but he is able ot dodge it and goes back to the corridor to get better shots.
Mathilda is still shaken by her experience with the vampire who is trying to slash Lord Thinderand with his claws. She stands.
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After a second, Mathilda recovers from the shock and draws a breath. "You saved me!" She stares at Lord Thrinderand as if she cannot believe her eyes. "You came to save me!" I would be dead now if it weren't for him, he saved my life. She stares at the lord's back for another second, so close to her now, having thrown himself between her and mortal danger... He is even more handsome when he is fighting, like an avenging God. I - Focus! Mathilda spins around and drives the stake right through the female vampire's heart. Together, we will take these vampires out!
Mathilda turns and using just one hand stabs the heart of the resting vampire with the wooden stake.
The creature opens her mouth in a silent scream. For a second it tenses her whole body and then falls completely limp. Still her eyes are opened and the mouth is paralized in a silent scream. Mathilda can see the fangs under her otherwise seductive lips.
"NO!" screams the man jumping over Lord Thrinderand, trying to reaching Mathilda.
But once again the sword with the silver flames got him in mid jump. With a scream of pain and anger, the vampire falls over Mathilda but the silver flames literally desintegrates him and just the ashes fall over Mathilda who only see Lord Thrinderand lowering his silvered blade.
Seb'riel now has a clear shot to the rug that seems oblivious of the things happening at its back.
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Seb'riel fights a surge of emotion as she sees her tormenters eliminated permanently. She channels the emotion into a beam of ice that she sends hurtling at the rug. It hits it squarely and the frosted threads seem to crack as Seb'riel backs away into the corridor.
Looking across the room Lyreis sees Thinderand dance beautifully as he almost toys with the Spawn, masterful skill with an economy of movement, such control! The battlemaster turns his gaze back to his foe, disdain writ large all over his face. When he could be battling undead monsters he is locked in battle with furnishings. Barely summoning the enthusiasm to focus on the proper forms Lyreis still slashes left then right at alternating heights until the rug is little more than scraps slowly floating to the floor, the enchantment broken.
As the magic dissipates he is reluctant to face the others, his lack of forethought to check for traps had nearly placed them in a difficult place, the young human had near been bitten by the Spawn when he had been floundering like an idiot with animated furniture, the colour building in his cheeks the elf looks about making sure there are no further dangers obvious in the room.
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 the last ashes of the other spawn mixing witht the rags of the carpet in the floor, Lyreis feels confident that all the surprises seem to be finished. For now.
They should decapitate the staked spawn though.
And they wonder how the others are managing the fire. But temperature is increasing now that they have a moment to stop and notice it.
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Looking on Seb gives a satisfied smile, burying the emotional torrent beneath and in many ways wishing her brother was upstairs with them. She floats gently across the room, pulling a little doll from her pocket. She kneels down, eyes reflecting some lights that spring into existence around them as she holds the doll in front of the eyes of the vampire.
"A monster with sentiment for her past. You were not always this way. I know you fantasised about our final moment together many times, but you never imagined it would be I who ended you. I always saw it though. Know that I hold no ill will towards you. I tried to change things, offered you a way out, warned you of what I saw. I tried again with him today. But I knew you would not listen." She pauses, the doll sits next to the vampire as Seb focuses on a spell for a second. "Time for it to end then." She whispers as she focuses a jet of ice right between the girl's open eyes.
Rising she addresses the others.
"At least that is all taken care of, we should try Morlainne's secret chamber now." She leads the way to the secret door in the wall.
"There is a magical trap here, I think it is set to trigger if somebody attempts to open the door. It is a little beyond my capability to dispel, but perhaps if we at least knew what it would attack with... The ward upstairs used ice, so perhaps this will be the same."
Mathilda is too shocked to speak as the ashes of the vampire and the scraps of the carpet fall to the floor. She sees Lyreis blush ever so slightly and instantly goes bright red herself. Quickly, she brushes the ash out of her hair and wipes her face with her sleeve. She glances up at Thrinderand and mumbles a thank you, then tries to brush more ash away. She barely notices Seb'riel moving towards them and killing the female vampire for good. I must look hideous like this, I'm covered in... oh god, I'm covered in dead vampire. When she has cleaned herself off as well as she can, she opens her mouth to speak to Lord Thrinderand again, thank him properly this time, but suddenly, she notices it is not just her face that feels hot, it is her whole body. In fact, the air itself feels hot. The fire?? Alarmed, Mathilda searches for Thrinderand's eyes and shouts: "The fire must be spreading, we've got to get out of here or we'll be trapped!"
Molly shouts from downstairs, face and skin covered in sweat and soot. "We can't stop it! The fire's coming! Get what you need and get out of there!!" She hooks the frustrated elf by the arm and drags him away from the raging inferno. "We've GOT to go!"
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...
Kyne snarls in irritation at his inability to contain the fire.
"Stupid wooden tower... Alright! I'm coming!" He sulks as he's forced to withdraw up the stairs.
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Those words pass through the cleric's mind as Molly fights her rueful grin. She finally discovered what she and Kyne have in common - an utter refusal to accept things as they are. Will.
If it weren't for their companions upstairs, Moltaris would pump her magic at that blaze until either she or it broke... or Taratai Herself carried her off.
*Your sister needs you more than we need to defeat this fire...* the kalashtar sends to Kyne.
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...
"If we cannot get through that door quickly then we should run now, we cannot all fly." Turning to Mathilda and Hurosk he calls out "I do not know what help I can offer but I will not leave Seb'riel on her own. You may wish to leave now though." As the battle master turns he sees Thinderand "If you have a way through that door, now is the time."
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