Attacks 3,4,5,7,8 and 9 all hit them, damage spread between the three of them.
The projectiles hit them and cut into their flesh, and they stumble back for a second, hurt.
then they lunge, full speed and on all fours, shovels in one hand towards them, low to the ground and moving 80 feet a round, as their wounds stitch itself back together and they lick up their own blood, what little of it they have anyways. In just a few short seconds they’ll be here and there’s nothing that’ll stop them now…
"GLORY TO THE GODDESS!" The patrol yells, holding rank and accepting their fate.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Attacks 3,4,5,7,8 and 9 all hit them, damage spread between the three of them.
The projectiles hit them and cut into their flesh, and they stumble back for a second, hurt.
then they lunge, full speed and on all fours, shovels in one hand towards them, low to the ground and moving 80 feet a round, as their wounds stitch itself back together and they lick up their own blood, what little of it they have anyways. In just a few short seconds they’ll be here and there’s nothing that’ll stop them now…
"GLORY TO THE GODDESS!" The patrol yells, holding rank and accepting their fate.
Unless they can deal radiant damage, there’s practically no way they can defeat them which is what I believe you’re implying sooo!
The gravediggers rip and tear into the patrol, their sharp teeth cutting flesh like scissors to paper. Their shovels are deadly weapons in their hands and they make quick work of the patrol. Then, they search for where the others have fled to.
Attacks 3,4,5,7,8 and 9 all hit them, damage spread between the three of them.
The projectiles hit them and cut into their flesh, and they stumble back for a second, hurt.
then they lunge, full speed and on all fours, shovels in one hand towards them, low to the ground and moving 80 feet a round, as their wounds stitch itself back together and they lick up their own blood, what little of it they have anyways. In just a few short seconds they’ll be here and there’s nothing that’ll stop them now…
"GLORY TO THE GODDESS!" The patrol yells, holding rank and accepting their fate.
Unless they can deal radiant damage, there’s practically no way they can defeat them which is what I believe you’re implying sooo!
The gravediggers rip and tear into the patrol, their sharp teeth cutting flesh like scissors to paper. Their shovels are deadly weapons in their hands and they make quick work of the patrol. Then, they search for where the others have fled to.
The thirteen sacrificed themselves so that the rest of the patrol could get far enough away that they can no longer be seen.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"thank you. if you hear another area of silence, it is probably me. if you hear music coming from nowhere, it is my twin." the womans eyes return to normal. "wha? where am i?"
"Hm, interesting," The Gentle Darkness whispers.
"who are you?!"
"I am Volumdremaak, and I see that you are different from the entity I was speaking to earlier. What may I call you?"
"agantath, witch extrordianaire."
"It's nict to meet you agantath, welcome to my humble abode."
Attacks 3,4,5,7,8 and 9 all hit them, damage spread between the three of them.
The projectiles hit them and cut into their flesh, and they stumble back for a second, hurt.
then they lunge, full speed and on all fours, shovels in one hand towards them, low to the ground and moving 80 feet a round, as their wounds stitch itself back together and they lick up their own blood, what little of it they have anyways. In just a few short seconds they’ll be here and there’s nothing that’ll stop them now…
"GLORY TO THE GODDESS!" The patrol yells, holding rank and accepting their fate.
Unless they can deal radiant damage, there’s practically no way they can defeat them which is what I believe you’re implying sooo!
The gravediggers rip and tear into the patrol, their sharp teeth cutting flesh like scissors to paper. Their shovels are deadly weapons in their hands and they make quick work of the patrol. Then, they search for where the others have fled to.
The thirteen sacrificed themselves so that the rest of the patrol could get far enough away that they can no longer be seen.
Satisfied, the leader of the three inspects her claws and licks her lips again.
”we shall catch them another night. To The blue groves?”
they begin to make their way to another part of the valley, a series of large hills in which numerous trees and flowers grow, the flowers all sharing blue hues, of differing shades. A couple of small Herionidian camps of fifty or so people inhabit this area, and the gravediggers crave at least one or two meals each before being satiated for the night.
Volumdremaak would nestle down on her small hoard as some of her followers begin to add new pieces of treasure they have collected from the nearby vicinity, starting the nightly ritual of empowerment through tribute. *How she gets her power points*
"I believe it's time to start learning about the surrounding spaces, I've been hearing whispers from the shadows all around about a lot of activity. But my power is new, and I wish not to risk harm to myself or my young Night Walkers," She says, pondering what she can do.
After a pause, she raises a claw and scoops up a small amount of shadows from the surrounding void, and begins to mold it.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*There is so much lore I need to catch up on here. XD*
*yeah stuff happens, someone should like make a timeline or something, I could make a recap of the most important events maybe*
*Sorry, missed this. I'd like that but you don't have too. I'd imagine it be a bit of work considering the length of this thread.*
*its fine! I’ll just quickly recap the more recent events that are major, of course not including everything because that would take tons of time.*
*okay so this god and this demon, Cogintius and Faltros, were fighting and eventually caused a war. Cogintius and his allies, the mythos of order, won and banished faltros, who ended up in a prison sort of kingdom of his own creation, the underworld. Cogintius returns to his home, the city of order and all is well. Then the great one allied with Faltros, The Swarm, kills the first Overgod and claims their title. This Overgod is Herionidus, the undying king and god of bliss, the afterlife, the wild, peaceful deaths, food, celebrations, and mind altering plants. During the fight where he dies, he gives his true artifact, a flower called the deathbloom, to his six priests called the gravediggers. Once he dies, they follow his instructions to create a sort of poisonous concoction stew, which they drink which then kills them all, where they rise the next day as vampires. The valley of Herionidus becomes the hunting ground for the vampires, and is nicknamed the red festival. Herionidus’ crown manifests into sentience and becomes the god of murder, still a crown and currently worn by the desert god Crotalus. Now, the mythos of order and Faltros’ alliances grow in number, and the snake demon Aemulus who has Allied with Faltros plans to spread chaos and dread in the city Cogintius rules over. They do so and eventually trick them into inviting Aemulus in a disguised form in the city, blaming Crotalus for the misfortune. Crotalus is the main candidate that Cog has for suspects, and he has gone to the underworld looking for him, where the crown of Herionidus telepathically told Cog he was. Cog does so and confronts his archenemy Faltros who he of course believes is a part of this scheme and they are now fighting as we speak, dueling to the death, likely. That’s the main, biggest plot of the smorgasbord with dozens of smaller ones happening with other gods that could likely unfurl into giant plots themselves or weave into the current giant plot at any moment. So yeah, that’s the main stuff.*
*There is so much lore I need to catch up on here. XD*
*yeah stuff happens, someone should like make a timeline or something, I could make a recap of the most important events maybe*
*Sorry, missed this. I'd like that but you don't have too. I'd imagine it be a bit of work considering the length of this thread.*
*its fine! I’ll just quickly recap the more recent events that are major, of course not including everything because that would take tons of time.*
*okay so this god and this demon, Cogintius and Faltros, were fighting and eventually caused a war. Cogintius and his allies, the mythos of order, won and banished faltros, who ended up in a prison sort of kingdom of his own creation, the underworld. Cogintius returns to his home, the city of order and all is well. Then the great one allied with Faltros, The Swarm, kills the first Overgod and claims their title. This Overgod is Herionidus, the undying king and god of bliss, the afterlife, the wild, peaceful deaths, food, celebrations, and mind altering plants. During the fight where he dies, he gives his true artifact, a flower called the deathbloom, to his six priests called the gravediggers. Once he dies, they follow his instructions to create a sort of poisonous concoction stew, which they drink which then kills them all, where they rise the next day as vampires. The valley of Herionidus becomes the hunting ground for the vampires, and is nicknamed the red festival. Herionidus’ crown manifests into sentience and becomes the god of murder, still a crown and currently worn by the desert god Crotalus. Now, the mythos of order and Faltros’ alliances grow in number, and the snake demon Aemulus who has Allied with Faltros plans to spread chaos and dread in the city Cogintius rules over. They do so and eventually trick them into inviting Aemulus in a disguised form in the city, blaming Crotalus for the misfortune. Crotalus is the main candidate that Cog has for suspects, and he has gone to the underworld looking for him, where the crown of Herionidus telepathically told Cog he was. Cog does so and confronts his archenemy Faltros who he of course believes is a part of this scheme and they are now fighting as we speak, dueling to the death, likely. That’s the main, biggest plot of the smorgasbord with dozens of smaller ones happening with other gods that could likely unfurl into giant plots themselves or weave into the current giant plot at any moment. So yeah, that’s the main stuff.*
*Neat, will be cool to see how these current plots play out.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Doing good, already considering who my second greater power will be. Volumdremaak is actually one of the goddesses from my homebrew world I DM in, and I'm considering adding a second one, but there are so many choices and only so many domains. XD*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Doing good, already considering who my second greater power will be. Volumdremaak is actually one of the goddesses from my homebrew world I DM in, and I'm considering adding a second one, but there are so many choices and only so many domains. XD*
*indeed, the choices… the choices. In total I’ve only made 4 gods so far, being Herionidus, Aemulus, Tarcza, and The crown of Herionidus. And Tarcza, I’m no longer using so they don’t count. Planning on adding some more eventually, thinking of what as well.*
As she feels her power increases as a midnight strikes, she finishes crafting the first of her new minions, a small treasury of Shadow Pseudodragon. They are made entirely of shadows, with many eyes covering their bodies similar to their creator.
"You are my eyes in the shadows, little ones. Go forth and observe the world beyond this domain." She commands with a chilling whisper as the collection of little drakes take off to explore.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Doing good, already considering who my second greater power will be. Volumdremaak is actually one of the goddesses from my homebrew world I DM in, and I'm considering adding a second one, but there are so many choices and only so many domains. XD*
*indeed, the choices… the choices. In total I’ve only made 4 gods so far, being Herionidus, Aemulus, Tarcza, and The crown of Herionidus. And Tarcza, I’m no longer using so they don’t count. Planning on adding some more eventually, thinking of what as well.*
*Yeah, decisions decisions.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
As she feels her power increases as a midnight strikes, she finishes crafting the first of her new minions, a small treasury of Shadow Pseudodragon. They are made entirely of shadows, with many eyes covering their bodies similar to their creator.
"You are my eyes in the shadows, little ones. Go forth and observe the world beyond this domain." She commands with a chilling whisper as the collection of little drakes take off to explore.
Some of them come across the blood soaked valley of Herionidus: a collection of vast fields, forests, and hills surrounded on all sides by three hundred foot tall white cliffs. On one side, a waterfall flows from the cliffs all the way to the other side of the valley, through the cliffs and off to the rest of the world, stretching for thousands of miles. Red is a common color in the valley, be it flowers blooming All over or the blood of hundreds, it’s everywhere, along with splashes of whites, purples, blues and yellows along with every other color in smaller amounts. Several camps of Herionidians have formed, around 10, of which there are thousands of members, with rudimentary walls and small huts for housing, one side usually by the cliffs. The people there look terrified and desperate, holding onto weapons or torches in case something strikes from any shadow. It seems sad. There are numerous smaller gatherings, usually of no more than two hundred people each, with smaller camps in other parts of the valley. Those ones are often on the move, but are much more vulnerable. In total, around 250,000 people are in the valley, most of them closer to the center, alone in the miles after miles after miles the valley stretches on end.
in the center, where the river forms numerous large ponds around a hill decorated with six large dining tables made of living wood, empty platters adorning them like dull jewels. On that same hill is a giant, 200 foot tall tree with leaves red as blood and flowers an unnatural pink. In its roots lies a small stone staircase leading underneath the tree, down, down, down.
throughout the valley are six vampiric creatures, with black eyes and sharp teeth, carrying shovels and wearing flowing white and red robes. Each of them look quite different besides this, and three of them are traveling together, two identical ones with matching scars and an older woman with dark brown hair, and then a young red headed woman carrying a rose and a young man holding a basket, picking fruits and collecting them. The third, a fast moving shadow, is hard to see and slinks into the hole beneath the giant tree.
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A few of the Pseudodragon continue to circle the valley as other explore eleswhere. A couple perch on shadowed branches near a couple of the camps of scared people, hoping to hear them speak and learn of what has transpired in this sorrowful valley. They stealth, attempting to stay hidden so as to not scare the poor mortals.
They hear of death, treachery, violence, rage, loss, and hate. They also hear them mourning. Mourning the various people they’ve lost, and also another name: The undying king. Herionidus. Others tell their friends what they’ve seen: bloodthirsty monsters, so depraved and corrupt they were no longer human, that feasted on other people. They seem to be a widely known creature in the valley, and everyone fears them. Apparently they lair somewhere near the great tree, though none who venture near survive.
They hear of death, treachery, violence, rage, loss, and hate. They also hear them mourning. Mourning the various people they’ve lost, and also another name: The undying king. Herionidus. Others tell their friends what they’ve seen: bloodthirsty monsters, so depraved and corrupt they were no longer human, that feasted on other people. They seem to be a widely known creature in the valley, and everyone fears them. Apparently they lair somewhere near the great tree, though none who venture near survive.
Hearing the dangers of the central tree, the little drakes steer clear of it for the time being. Their mistress is still new to her power, and direct conflict agianst beings with more experience could spell disaster. Instead, they continue to observe the people and the outshirts of their camps. They can't really fight, but they can potentially act as an alarm system incase of danger. It may not be much, but maybe their warnings can spare them a little longer.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
They hear of death, treachery, violence, rage, loss, and hate. They also hear them mourning. Mourning the various people they’ve lost, and also another name: The undying king. Herionidus. Others tell their friends what they’ve seen: bloodthirsty monsters, so depraved and corrupt they were no longer human, that feasted on other people. They seem to be a widely known creature in the valley, and everyone fears them. Apparently they lair somewhere near the great tree, though none who venture near survive.
Hearing the dangers of the central tree, the little drakes steer clear of it for the time being. Their mistress is still new to her power, and direct conflict agianst beings with more experience could spell disaster. Instead, they continue to observe the people and the outshirts of their camps. They can't really fight, but they can potentially act as an alarm system incase of danger. It may not be much, but maybe their warnings can spare them a little longer.
They notice a pattern: the two identical vampires are always together and always wait after one kills something for them to eat it, giving them a few more seconds between the time they make a kill. And the older one prefers stealth to the others much more, striking from the side. She also often travels with the twins. The young man and woman are often in the same region and aren’t as active in hunting as the other ones, each killing only around half of what the others do. The final one which entered the den, has recently emerged and is a tall woman with freckles and a kind, bloody smile. Her ginger hair is curly and splattered with blood. When she hunts, she is swift and deadly, and kills more than any of the rest, not even bothering to eat until after everyone she hunts is dead. She uses her shovel like someone else would an axe, slicing at necks and swinging it wildly. She hunts alone.
for the most part, the larger camps are safe from singular or double vampire attacks and are only majorly threatened when more than three attack, and none of that is happening tonight. Some of the people inevitably notice the dragons, curious as to what they are. Some of the vampires seem to at least be aware of a presence in their domain.
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"GLORY TO THE GODDESS!" The patrol yells, holding rank and accepting their fate.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Unless they can deal radiant damage, there’s practically no way they can defeat them which is what I believe you’re implying sooo!
The gravediggers rip and tear into the patrol, their sharp teeth cutting flesh like scissors to paper. Their shovels are deadly weapons in their hands and they make quick work of the patrol. Then, they search for where the others have fled to.
The thirteen sacrificed themselves so that the rest of the patrol could get far enough away that they can no longer be seen.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"↼↿⇴⬎↺⇲. i am welcomed."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
Satisfied, the leader of the three inspects her claws and licks her lips again.
”we shall catch them another night. To The blue groves?”
they begin to make their way to another part of the valley, a series of large hills in which numerous trees and flowers grow, the flowers all sharing blue hues, of differing shades. A couple of small Herionidian camps of fifty or so people inhabit this area, and the gravediggers crave at least one or two meals each before being satiated for the night.
Volumdremaak would nestle down on her small hoard as some of her followers begin to add new pieces of treasure they have collected from the nearby vicinity, starting the nightly ritual of empowerment through tribute. *How she gets her power points*
"I believe it's time to start learning about the surrounding spaces, I've been hearing whispers from the shadows all around about a lot of activity. But my power is new, and I wish not to risk harm to myself or my young Night Walkers," She says, pondering what she can do.
After a pause, she raises a claw and scoops up a small amount of shadows from the surrounding void, and begins to mold it.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*Sorry, missed this. I'd like that but you don't have too. I'd imagine it be a bit of work considering the length of this thread.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*its fine! I’ll just quickly recap the more recent events that are major, of course not including everything because that would take tons of time.*
*okay so this god and this demon, Cogintius and Faltros, were fighting and eventually caused a war. Cogintius and his allies, the mythos of order, won and banished faltros, who ended up in a prison sort of kingdom of his own creation, the underworld. Cogintius returns to his home, the city of order and all is well. Then the great one allied with Faltros, The Swarm, kills the first Overgod and claims their title. This Overgod is Herionidus, the undying king and god of bliss, the afterlife, the wild, peaceful deaths, food, celebrations, and mind altering plants. During the fight where he dies, he gives his true artifact, a flower called the deathbloom, to his six priests called the gravediggers. Once he dies, they follow his instructions to create a sort of poisonous concoction stew, which they drink which then kills them all, where they rise the next day as vampires. The valley of Herionidus becomes the hunting ground for the vampires, and is nicknamed the red festival. Herionidus’ crown manifests into sentience and becomes the god of murder, still a crown and currently worn by the desert god Crotalus. Now, the mythos of order and Faltros’ alliances grow in number, and the snake demon Aemulus who has Allied with Faltros plans to spread chaos and dread in the city Cogintius rules over. They do so and eventually trick them into inviting Aemulus in a disguised form in the city, blaming Crotalus for the misfortune. Crotalus is the main candidate that Cog has for suspects, and he has gone to the underworld looking for him, where the crown of Herionidus telepathically told Cog he was. Cog does so and confronts his archenemy Faltros who he of course believes is a part of this scheme and they are now fighting as we speak, dueling to the death, likely. That’s the main, biggest plot of the smorgasbord with dozens of smaller ones happening with other gods that could likely unfurl into giant plots themselves or weave into the current giant plot at any moment. So yeah, that’s the main stuff.*
*Neat, will be cool to see how these current plots play out.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*so anyways, how art thou?*
*Doing good, already considering who my second greater power will be. Volumdremaak is actually one of the goddesses from my homebrew world I DM in, and I'm considering adding a second one, but there are so many choices and only so many domains. XD*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*indeed, the choices… the choices. In total I’ve only made 4 gods so far, being Herionidus, Aemulus, Tarcza, and The crown of Herionidus. And Tarcza, I’m no longer using so they don’t count. Planning on adding some more eventually, thinking of what as well.*
As she feels her power increases as a midnight strikes, she finishes crafting the first of her new minions, a small treasury of Shadow Pseudodragon. They are made entirely of shadows, with many eyes covering their bodies similar to their creator.
"You are my eyes in the shadows, little ones. Go forth and observe the world beyond this domain." She commands with a chilling whisper as the collection of little drakes take off to explore.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*Yeah, decisions decisions.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Some of them come across the blood soaked valley of Herionidus: a collection of vast fields, forests, and hills surrounded on all sides by three hundred foot tall white cliffs. On one side, a waterfall flows from the cliffs all the way to the other side of the valley, through the cliffs and off to the rest of the world, stretching for thousands of miles. Red is a common color in the valley, be it flowers blooming All over or the blood of hundreds, it’s everywhere, along with splashes of whites, purples, blues and yellows along with every other color in smaller amounts. Several camps of Herionidians have formed, around 10, of which there are thousands of members, with rudimentary walls and small huts for housing, one side usually by the cliffs. The people there look terrified and desperate, holding onto weapons or torches in case something strikes from any shadow. It seems sad. There are numerous smaller gatherings, usually of no more than two hundred people each, with smaller camps in other parts of the valley. Those ones are often on the move, but are much more vulnerable. In total, around 250,000 people are in the valley, most of them closer to the center, alone in the miles after miles after miles the valley stretches on end.
in the center, where the river forms numerous large ponds around a hill decorated with six large dining tables made of living wood, empty platters adorning them like dull jewels. On that same hill is a giant, 200 foot tall tree with leaves red as blood and flowers an unnatural pink. In its roots lies a small stone staircase leading underneath the tree, down, down, down.
throughout the valley are six vampiric creatures, with black eyes and sharp teeth, carrying shovels and wearing flowing white and red robes. Each of them look quite different besides this, and three of them are traveling together, two identical ones with matching scars and an older woman with dark brown hair, and then a young red headed woman carrying a rose and a young man holding a basket, picking fruits and collecting them. The third, a fast moving shadow, is hard to see and slinks into the hole beneath the giant tree.
A few of the Pseudodragon continue to circle the valley as other explore eleswhere. A couple perch on shadowed branches near a couple of the camps of scared people, hoping to hear them speak and learn of what has transpired in this sorrowful valley. They stealth, attempting to stay hidden so as to not scare the poor mortals.
Stealth: 19
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
They hear of death, treachery, violence, rage, loss, and hate. They also hear them mourning. Mourning the various people they’ve lost, and also another name: The undying king. Herionidus. Others tell their friends what they’ve seen: bloodthirsty monsters, so depraved and corrupt they were no longer human, that feasted on other people. They seem to be a widely known creature in the valley, and everyone fears them. Apparently they lair somewhere near the great tree, though none who venture near survive.
Hearing the dangers of the central tree, the little drakes steer clear of it for the time being. Their mistress is still new to her power, and direct conflict agianst beings with more experience could spell disaster. Instead, they continue to observe the people and the outshirts of their camps. They can't really fight, but they can potentially act as an alarm system incase of danger. It may not be much, but maybe their warnings can spare them a little longer.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
They notice a pattern: the two identical vampires are always together and always wait after one kills something for them to eat it, giving them a few more seconds between the time they make a kill. And the older one prefers stealth to the others much more, striking from the side. She also often travels with the twins. The young man and woman are often in the same region and aren’t as active in hunting as the other ones, each killing only around half of what the others do. The final one which entered the den, has recently emerged and is a tall woman with freckles and a kind, bloody smile. Her ginger hair is curly and splattered with blood. When she hunts, she is swift and deadly, and kills more than any of the rest, not even bothering to eat until after everyone she hunts is dead. She uses her shovel like someone else would an axe, slicing at necks and swinging it wildly. She hunts alone.
for the most part, the larger camps are safe from singular or double vampire attacks and are only majorly threatened when more than three attack, and none of that is happening tonight. Some of the people inevitably notice the dragons, curious as to what they are. Some of the vampires seem to at least be aware of a presence in their domain.