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Zander drops his bow and pulls out his 2 scimitars to deal with the one in his face. Zennas we have to get serious here, we're not looking so hot. Zander slashes once with each blade: Attack: 17 Damage: 6 Off hand bonus action: Attack: 11 Damage: 7
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-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
The next creature on the ceiling glares at the remaining 2 of you angrily, still eyeing Lae's holy symbol and not daring to approach.
(2nd fail for Lae.)
The 2 of you left standing suddenly hear a voice yell, "ENOUGH!" You turn to see a familiar-looking figure (at least, familiar-looking to Zander) standing in the northeast corner of the room. You remember seeing him several times before, always somewhat at the edge of your vision, but, when you looked again, he was gone. The figure continues, "Do not kill them yet. They amuse me."
Zander, you also feel a magical energy rush over you as you too fall unconscious. (No damage, so not dying and no death saves needed, just a magical unconsciousness.) As you fall unconscious, however, you see the figure turn into mist and the mist start to squeeze between the cracks in the wall and outside into the town.
You all return to consciousness later. (All of you who went down in combat are returned to 1 HP.) As you look around the room, you notice the cause of junk still seem to be present, but the crates of earth seem to be gone. A strange figure stands over you holding a small chest-like box.
(Wezroth, would you like to describe what they see?)
The figure turns around, revealing a much older man, appearing to be approximately 50 years old. At first he appeared human, but his cat eyes, which glow in the shadows of the room, told a different story. He appeared scarred and old, as if he'd seen many horrors before, perhaps more than can be put into words. He was surprisingly well built for his age. He wore padded leather armor with some sections covered in chainmail. He smelled like monster guts, perhaps it had been some time since he'd bathed. He wore a longsword slung over his back. A silver medallion hung from his neck, in the shape of a panther. "you're awake. You've been out for awhile." He said. His voice was low and gravelly, with very little emotion in his tone of voice. He looked the adventurers up and down. "Can you tell me what happened here?" he asked plainly.
Wezroth knelt down where the chests of dirt used to be. He wiped some of the residue off the floor and examined it. (Roll to track?) "They were gone by the time I arrived. All I found that was out of the ordinary was this box with some bones in it. " He said. He continued to look around for anything tracks to mark a trail that he could follow. "Why didn't the vampire kill you? It seems out of character for a vampire to spare their assailants. " He said.
Unfortunately, the earth appears to have had several large, heavy crates dragged through it. The tracks and scratches in the wood on the floor seem to lead toward the staircase you used to get up here.
Wezroth hummed in thought. "There was something here. Maybe the vampire wasnt out for blood, but for something else. Was there anything here before you were knocked unconscious?" He asked.
(Not in this case. It can be assumed in this case that the earth was simply filler to ensure sunlight was unable to get through any cracks in the crates.)
"It's likely they'll try somewhere dark and out of the way. Abandoned houses, sewers, caves.....perhaps we should follow the trail, maybe ask around to see if anyone saw anything. " He said as he continued to look for a discernable trail. Drops of blood, earth from the chests, anything. "What were you doing going after vampires? Are you undead hunters for a church? " He asked.
"We weren't going after them, we were ambushed. We assumed they were just corpses, until they started attacking us, of course. The owner here was being paid to keep them here for a while and in the meantime, he was going to give away a relic from the church."
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-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
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Zander drops his bow and pulls out his 2 scimitars to deal with the one in his face. Zennas we have to get serious here, we're not looking so hot. Zander slashes once with each blade: Attack: 17 Damage: 6
Off hand bonus action: Attack: 11 Damage: 7
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
(First one hits.)
The creature by Zennas claws at him, but only connects on the second one. (11 slashing damage)
The next creature remains on the ceiling, looking back and forth between you all with hatred, but still unable to move closer.
(Zennas is up.)
When you need it death save 2
First death save: 18
(Ouch. First fail for Zennas.)
The next creature on the ceiling glares at the remaining 2 of you angrily, still eyeing Lae's holy symbol and not daring to approach.
(2nd fail for Lae.)
The 2 of you left standing suddenly hear a voice yell, "ENOUGH!" You turn to see a familiar-looking figure (at least, familiar-looking to Zander) standing in the northeast corner of the room. You remember seeing him several times before, always somewhat at the edge of your vision, but, when you looked again, he was gone. The figure continues, "Do not kill them yet. They amuse me."
Zander, you also feel a magical energy rush over you as you too fall unconscious. (No damage, so not dying and no death saves needed, just a magical unconsciousness.) As you fall unconscious, however, you see the figure turn into mist and the mist start to squeeze between the cracks in the wall and outside into the town.
You all return to consciousness later. (All of you who went down in combat are returned to 1 HP.) As you look around the room, you notice the cause of junk still seem to be present, but the crates of earth seem to be gone. A strange figure stands over you holding a small chest-like box.
(Wezroth, would you like to describe what they see?)
Three cheers for being saved by the DM :D haha
"Wha..?"
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
The figure turns around, revealing a much older man, appearing to be approximately 50 years old. At first he appeared human, but his cat eyes, which glow in the shadows of the room, told a different story. He appeared scarred and old, as if he'd seen many horrors before, perhaps more than can be put into words. He was surprisingly well built for his age. He wore padded leather armor with some sections covered in chainmail. He smelled like monster guts, perhaps it had been some time since he'd bathed. He wore a longsword slung over his back. A silver medallion hung from his neck, in the shape of a panther. "you're awake. You've been out for awhile." He said. His voice was low and gravelly, with very little emotion in his tone of voice. He looked the adventurers up and down. "Can you tell me what happened here?" he asked plainly.
"I believe we were ambushed by vampire-kin. What happened to them? Did you kill them? Did they run? Is everyone alright?"
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Wijen slowly nods and states, "Clearly we were saved from what would be a gruesome fate.'
Wezroth knelt down where the chests of dirt used to be. He wiped some of the residue off the floor and examined it. (Roll to track?) "They were gone by the time I arrived. All I found that was out of the ordinary was this box with some bones in it. " He said. He continued to look around for anything tracks to mark a trail that he could follow. "Why didn't the vampire kill you? It seems out of character for a vampire to spare their assailants. " He said.
(Roll survival to track.)
Survival Roll: 18 + 5= 23
Unfortunately, the earth appears to have had several large, heavy crates dragged through it. The tracks and scratches in the wood on the floor seem to lead toward the staircase you used to get up here.
Wezroth hummed in thought. "There was something here. Maybe the vampire wasnt out for blood, but for something else. Was there anything here before you were knocked unconscious?" He asked.
Wijen shakes his head. "Twas nothing but crates and dirt. I would assume the creatures were attempting to hide long enough to find a proper den."
((I know what the dirt is for, because I read that dracula book. Should I roll for knowledge of vampires or is that still supposed to be a mystery?))
(Not in this case. It can be assumed in this case that the earth was simply filler to ensure sunlight was unable to get through any cracks in the crates.)
"It's likely they'll try somewhere dark and out of the way. Abandoned houses, sewers, caves.....perhaps we should follow the trail, maybe ask around to see if anyone saw anything. " He said as he continued to look for a discernable trail. Drops of blood, earth from the chests, anything. "What were you doing going after vampires? Are you undead hunters for a church? " He asked.
"We weren't going after them, we were ambushed. We assumed they were just corpses, until they started attacking us, of course. The owner here was being paid to keep them here for a while and in the meantime, he was going to give away a relic from the church."
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...