Welcome all, to the Von Nichts Manor campaign. This story begins in a market in the small city of Dhog. At the moment, none of your characters know each other, though I'm sure that will change shortly. As a side note, I will occasionally DM you information that only your character would know or notice. I will default to messaging you on DND Beyond, but if you prefer for me to message you elsewhere, like Discord, I have no issue with that. Here is the link to the campaign:
If you have any other questions or concerns, do not be afraid to let me know.
Dhog was a much smaller city than Igzo, mostly for those who were looking for a somewhat quieter life that was still close to the capital. Unfortunately, that meant less protection from the king, who had little care for many others than himself. Even on the busiest day of the week, and with the recent surge in vampire activity around Dhog, there were hardly any guards to be found, and most were paid so little they wouldn't dare sacrifice themselves for others. That was why you were here. Vampire hunters by trade, you all flocked to Dhog. Bounties were put out by the king (or at least, someone who had access to his wealth) on anything related to the vampires, including their death. Which brings us to the town center, with stalls set up all around selling fruits, equipment, and anything you could need. In the center was a small fountain and a small platform to its side, where a man was beginning to draw a crowd. "Come one, come all, to see the great Grabador the Magical!"
Vorin walks through the city streets, having only arrived recently. The half-orc brushes his hair back and takes in his surroundings. He eyes the various stands and tries to gauge the mood of the people. If something was actively wrong, the market wouldn't be running, which tells him that no matter what sightings he's heard about, things haven't gotten too bad yet. He'd like to keep it that way, but there's no way to be certain until he gets a lead. He considers a snack or a change of clothing to match the area, but he really just wants an obvious lead so he can get to work soon, and they don't sell that here.
Still, he just got here, and it's been a lot of walking. A brief moment's respite before he gets to work sounds reasonable. He buys an apple off a fruit stand and munches on it, eating carefully as always to ensure his tusks don't get in the way. He sees the crowd forming around the magician and mumbles, "Could be a decent time killer while I get my bearings. If he's really that magical then maybe I can ask him if he's felt any disturbances lately."
He joins the magician's crowd, and crosses his burly arms. He's got a few inches over most everyone here, so he doesn't force his way to the front. He's so used to sticking out that he doesn't really think about it anymore.
Vannithos moves through the market like a shadow, his stark white skin and black robes catching the occasional glance, but drawing no real attention. He scans the faces of merchants and shoppers with distant interest. There is a strange warmth here in Dhog; warmth of life, of laughter, of ignorance. Even with death hanging in the air like a heavy fog, the people barter for fruit and polished daggers as though tomorrow is guaranteed. It is foolish, perhaps. But it is also…compelling somehow.
Then comes the voice. “Come one, come all, to see the great Grabador the Magical!” The crowd begins to gather near the fountain, shifting like a tide toward the raised platform. Vannithos tilts his head slightly, growing curious despite himself. Magic...performed for spectacle? Such frivolous displays were non-existent in his homeland. Still, something about the way the crowd leans in, the way even the youngest children goes quiet, stirs his attention. He moves to the edge of the gathering, hands clasped behind his back, expression unreadable.
The scent of oranges and bloody rust lingered in the air: one fresh, one eternal. And it irritated Olgha...
Boots kissed the stone with the hush of a dancer's step. A woman walked the edge of the square, where market stalls spilled their colors like wine over cobblestone. Her cloak was midnight velvet, cut high at the thigh and low at the throat. Her hair, an ember-red halo, caught the dying light like a flame refusing to gutter. She did not join the crowd. Instead, Olgha hovered in the long shadow of a tanner’s stall, gaze sliding across the square like a dagger over glass. There was warmth in Dhog...laughter, bargaining, a child chasing a chicken with sticky fingers. But beneath it all, Olgha tasted rot.
The magician’s voice rang out..."Come one, come all, to see the great Grabador the Magical!"...and like flies to sugar, the people gathered. Olgha did not. She watched them instead. Her fingers idly rolled a dagger between them, the steel flashing with each turn. Behind her red lips, her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth and then her tiny ivory fangs, savoring the air. Her eyes narrowed on a tall half-orc eating an apple, standing back like a bodyguard unsure who to protect. Another figure, dark and silent as a tomb-sigil, moved like fog across water.
"Other hunters", she thought. "...Or fools." Her gaze lifted, up to the rooftops, to the balconies above the crowd. If there were vampires in this town, they wouldn't be in the stalls. They’d be watching. Like her. She moved, smooth as perfume smoke, slipping through the edges of the crowd, not toward Grabador, but around. Watching. Waiting. She would not let the crowd distract her. She had come for blood.
Engelheart, steps out of a small bakery and wanders throught the streets, a flame hovering above his empty hand (Produce Flame). He was aware this wasn't a normal sight by most in town, but he wasn't concerned with the people's comfert level. It was kind of a bad nervous habit of Engelheart's but it brought him a bit of comfert and familiarity. In his other hand he was carrying a good sized pastry he had just purchased. He was a bit jealous of some of these shops equipment, his puffs never came out quite as good as these, though he preferred his own filling. His cape, which consisted of a high collar and normally went as far as his knees, covered his shield and pack, dark and soot covered on the outside, bright red inner liner, flowing as he walks through the town.
As he turns a corner he notices a crowd forming around some sort of stage by the fountain. Engelheart decided to see what the fuss was about, some magic show he thought he had heard. Well he wanted to consume his purchase and thought why not stop for show while he did so. Besides, there could be fire involved!
Vadania was standing at a stall, checking to see what spices and cooking herbs were on sale while the shopkeeper eyed her cautiously. She stood out in the crowd, being 6ft 10in tall. She did look out of place but not necessarily a professional Vampire Hunter. Really she was not... she was a woodcutter who came here to fight Vampires not because it was her job but because she felt that it was a moral duty given her... talents and the other, weaker monsters she had protected her village from. Her clothes were on the baggy side, a bit larger than even her impressive size. She wore a plain white tunic under a dark grey thick Leather coat. She wore dark brown pants and her feet were covered by cloth wrappings. There were a couple of faded maroon and burgundy cloth patches that was stitched to her coat, likely to patch holes. One her head was a wide brimmed dark hat the same color as her coat. Her hands were covered by short leather gloves. Slung over one shoulder was a backpack and along the other was a massive axe. Looking at the design, it was not an axe made for combat. Rather, the axe was one made for chopping wood and felling trees; a tool, not a weapon. However, given her size and the fact that the axe was made scaling with her, it meant that even this tool axe would be able to punch through living targets with the same ease as a Great Axe that was built for war. Besides the shadow cast by her hat, her face was also obscured by a red cloth bandana mask.
While her attire hid the fact that she was a werewolf, it also made her look like a bandit of some kind. This did cause people to eye her with suspicion. However Vadania herself was not being aggressive. She was not making noise or disturbing anyone. She was simply looking at the various stalls and inspecting the spices. Her attention though was quickly drawn by the man at the fountain. She had never seen a magic show before. She was from a small backwater village in the woods and due to her being feral until the age of 13 and due to her curse, she rarely had left her village. She had never seen a magic show before so it caught her interest. She put down the spice jars she was looking at back to where they were displayed at the stall and made her way to watch the magic show. She was aware that her frame might block the view so she opted to stand at the back of the crowd gathering there.
The magician was wearing quite the extravagant outfit. Bright colors and a flamboyant style that would be seen as mocker to more traditional practitioners of magic. Even more strange was the chain around his neck - it shined bright under the sun, and seemed to be made of pure gold. It was certainly worth a pretty penny, and it didn't seem like something a street performer should be able to afford. Once the crowd settled, he began his show.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to the greatest display of magic in all the land. But, before we can begin, I will need a volunteer."
Many of the children in the crowd jump at the opportunity, hoping to be picked.
"Hmm, let's see... So many good options... How about you there, yes you in the yellow cap!" Grabador then proceeded to engulf the boy in a puff of smoke, then made him reappear on the small stage. The boy was a half-elf, and looked to be about 10 or 11 years old.
"What's your name then son? Garil you say? Well then give it up for Garil everybody!" A small wave of clapping and cheers passed through the crowd. Grabador then pulled a small ring out of his pocket, and held it up to the crowd.
"Do you all see this ring? I am going to put it on Garil's finger, and from over ten feet away, I will make it disappear!" He placed the ring on the boy's pointer finger, then took a few steps away from him. At Grabador's request, Garil covered the ring on his finger with his other hand, and when moved his hand again, the ring had disappeared. After the initial oohs and ahhs, Grabador made a spectacle of pulling the same ring from his own back pocket.
"Behold, the very ring that just seconds ago was on you... hnggrAAAGHHH!!!"
Grabador was suddenly engulfed in a violent fit of pain, and his body began to transform. His skin paled and began to burn in the sunlight. Monstrous claws erupted from his fingers, and his teeth grew and sharpened to unnatural proportions. His eyes turned black as coal. Standing before you was a vampire thrall, people turned into underlings to serve vampires. The crowd fled as fast as it could, screaming bloody murder along the way. Garil, still on the platform, was frozen in fear. He regained his senses after a second and tried to run. However, forgetting where he was, he ran straight off the small platform, landing on the cold stone below and knocking himself out. Grabador, the former magician, now turned his attention to you all, looking for a quick meal.
It is Olgha's turn to start combat. Reply with your action, and roll any damage or to hit rolls with your character sheet. You are all about 20 feet away from the vampire thrall.
The chaos in the square was a symphony Olgha knew too well. Her body moved before her mind finished the thought...slipping behind an abandoned market cart, snatching her slim, well-crafted shortbow from her back.
With a quick flick of her wrist and a whispered word, an invisible hand shimmered into being. It darted through the stampede, reaching Garil where he lay, and tried to drag the unconscious boy to safety behind the lip of the stone fountain. Out of the line of fire and the raging monster.
But mercy was not enough. Olgha steadied her arm atop the crate, eyes narrowing to a hunter's gaze, bowstring drawn back in a silent threat. The crowd fled in all directions, but Olgha’s aim was true. She loosed an arrow, sending it hissing toward the thrall's heart.
To Hit:16+4 (20)
Damage:1+2 (3)
Bonus Action: Cast Mage Hand foran attempt to pull Garil out of immediate threat.
Olgha's arrow hits the creature in the shoulder as it lets out a hiss in pain. The mage hand tries its best to drag Garil out of peril, but alas the boy is too heavy for it.
Engelheart holds the still burning flame up in front of his face and gives a great big blow. The magical flame doesn't flicker but firey streak shoots out and away. The streak weaves towards the thrall and forms into a firey snake like snake like shape 10 feet above it. A firey burst erupts from the snake as it takes form, scattering flames down on the thrall. As soon as the fireyfigure takes form, Engelheart's hand directs the Wildfire spirit towards the boy and magic hand. The spirit rushed past the pair (5ft) and erupts back into the firey streak. Though not as big of a firey reach as before, the child and hard are enveloped and sucked into the streak amd back out in another bust of flames 20ft away. The spirt then moves between the pair and the thrall. Engelheart walked towards where the spirit dropped is passengers.
Action: Summon Wildfire Spirit (Dex ST DC13 or 7 fire damage)
Bonus Action: command Spirit to Firey Teleport the child and mage hand 15ft further away from thrall and move defend them
The thrall lets out a loud screech of discomfort as it is burned badly by the fire produced by the spirit. After being teleported, the mage hand looks at the fire spirit in what seems to be adoration, though it's a little hard to tell because it's a hand. As you rush towards the boy and the hand, you take a bite of something akin to a croissant with a strawberry filling. It's a tad more cooked on the outside than you would like, though that might be your fault.
The thrall then lunges at Vadania with mindless blood lust. He swipes his gnarly claws at her, dealing 6 damage (19 to hit).
The claw rakes against Vadania's chest, cutting some of the fabric and leaving a small scratch under all her fur. She snarls at the thrall and her body begins to grow. Suddenly what used to be loose, ill-fitting clothes become a snug fit as she draws on the more wild and feral aspects of her curse. Growling at the vampire she swings her axe down on its shoulder with werewolf fury.
BA: Rage (Tail option)
Great Axe (Reckless Attack): To hit: NAT1 (Adv: 20) | Damage: 14 Slash
As you swing your mighty axe with reckless abandon, you completely miss the thrall. However, you are able to pull off a spinning attack with enough finesse that everybody assumes that's what you were planning to do anyways. Your axe lands directly in the thrall's chest, killing him. As he falls to the ground, his eyes return to their human form, and with his last breath you hear, "Garil... find Lohse..." As he hits the ground, a note falls out of the pocket of his shirt. The boy remains unconscious off to the side, but he is still breathing.
Also, I've thought about it a little bit, and I've decided that I want to use milestone leveling instead of XP. Sorry for any inconvenience.
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Welcome all, to the Von Nichts Manor campaign. This story begins in a market in the small city of Dhog. At the moment, none of your characters know each other, though I'm sure that will change shortly. As a side note, I will occasionally DM you information that only your character would know or notice. I will default to messaging you on DND Beyond, but if you prefer for me to message you elsewhere, like Discord, I have no issue with that. Here is the link to the campaign:
If you have any other questions or concerns, do not be afraid to let me know.
Dhog was a much smaller city than Igzo, mostly for those who were looking for a somewhat quieter life that was still close to the capital. Unfortunately, that meant less protection from the king, who had little care for many others than himself. Even on the busiest day of the week, and with the recent surge in vampire activity around Dhog, there were hardly any guards to be found, and most were paid so little they wouldn't dare sacrifice themselves for others. That was why you were here. Vampire hunters by trade, you all flocked to Dhog. Bounties were put out by the king (or at least, someone who had access to his wealth) on anything related to the vampires, including their death. Which brings us to the town center, with stalls set up all around selling fruits, equipment, and anything you could need. In the center was a small fountain and a small platform to its side, where a man was beginning to draw a crowd. "Come one, come all, to see the great Grabador the Magical!"
Vorin walks through the city streets, having only arrived recently. The half-orc brushes his hair back and takes in his surroundings. He eyes the various stands and tries to gauge the mood of the people. If something was actively wrong, the market wouldn't be running, which tells him that no matter what sightings he's heard about, things haven't gotten too bad yet. He'd like to keep it that way, but there's no way to be certain until he gets a lead. He considers a snack or a change of clothing to match the area, but he really just wants an obvious lead so he can get to work soon, and they don't sell that here.
Still, he just got here, and it's been a lot of walking. A brief moment's respite before he gets to work sounds reasonable. He buys an apple off a fruit stand and munches on it, eating carefully as always to ensure his tusks don't get in the way. He sees the crowd forming around the magician and mumbles, "Could be a decent time killer while I get my bearings. If he's really that magical then maybe I can ask him if he's felt any disturbances lately."
He joins the magician's crowd, and crosses his burly arms. He's got a few inches over most everyone here, so he doesn't force his way to the front. He's so used to sticking out that he doesn't really think about it anymore.
Vannithos moves through the market like a shadow, his stark white skin and black robes catching the occasional glance, but drawing no real attention. He scans the faces of merchants and shoppers with distant interest. There is a strange warmth here in Dhog; warmth of life, of laughter, of ignorance. Even with death hanging in the air like a heavy fog, the people barter for fruit and polished daggers as though tomorrow is guaranteed. It is foolish, perhaps. But it is also…compelling somehow.
Then comes the voice. “Come one, come all, to see the great Grabador the Magical!” The crowd begins to gather near the fountain, shifting like a tide toward the raised platform. Vannithos tilts his head slightly, growing curious despite himself. Magic...performed for spectacle? Such frivolous displays were non-existent in his homeland. Still, something about the way the crowd leans in, the way even the youngest children goes quiet, stirs his attention. He moves to the edge of the gathering, hands clasped behind his back, expression unreadable.
The scent of oranges and bloody rust lingered in the air: one fresh, one eternal. And it irritated Olgha...
Boots kissed the stone with the hush of a dancer's step. A woman walked the edge of the square, where market stalls spilled their colors like wine over cobblestone. Her cloak was midnight velvet, cut high at the thigh and low at the throat. Her hair, an ember-red halo, caught the dying light like a flame refusing to gutter. She did not join the crowd. Instead, Olgha hovered in the long shadow of a tanner’s stall, gaze sliding across the square like a dagger over glass. There was warmth in Dhog...laughter, bargaining, a child chasing a chicken with sticky fingers. But beneath it all, Olgha tasted rot.
The magician’s voice rang out..."Come one, come all, to see the great Grabador the Magical!"...and like flies to sugar, the people gathered. Olgha did not. She watched them instead. Her fingers idly rolled a dagger between them, the steel flashing with each turn. Behind her red lips, her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth and then her tiny ivory fangs, savoring the air. Her eyes narrowed on a tall half-orc eating an apple, standing back like a bodyguard unsure who to protect. Another figure, dark and silent as a tomb-sigil, moved like fog across water.
"Other hunters", she thought. "...Or fools." Her gaze lifted, up to the rooftops, to the balconies above the crowd. If there were vampires in this town, they wouldn't be in the stalls. They’d be watching. Like her. She moved, smooth as perfume smoke, slipping through the edges of the crowd, not toward Grabador, but around. Watching. Waiting. She would not let the crowd distract her. She had come for blood.
Engelheart, steps out of a small bakery and wanders throught the streets, a flame hovering above his empty hand (Produce Flame). He was aware this wasn't a normal sight by most in town, but he wasn't concerned with the people's comfert level. It was kind of a bad nervous habit of Engelheart's but it brought him a bit of comfert and familiarity. In his other hand he was carrying a good sized pastry he had just purchased. He was a bit jealous of some of these shops equipment, his puffs never came out quite as good as these, though he preferred his own filling. His cape, which consisted of a high collar and normally went as far as his knees, covered his shield and pack, dark and soot covered on the outside, bright red inner liner, flowing as he walks through the town.
As he turns a corner he notices a crowd forming around some sort of stage by the fountain. Engelheart decided to see what the fuss was about, some magic show he thought he had heard. Well he wanted to consume his purchase and thought why not stop for show while he did so. Besides, there could be fire involved!
Vadania was standing at a stall, checking to see what spices and cooking herbs were on sale while the shopkeeper eyed her cautiously. She stood out in the crowd, being 6ft 10in tall. She did look out of place but not necessarily a professional Vampire Hunter. Really she was not... she was a woodcutter who came here to fight Vampires not because it was her job but because she felt that it was a moral duty given her... talents and the other, weaker monsters she had protected her village from. Her clothes were on the baggy side, a bit larger than even her impressive size. She wore a plain white tunic under a dark grey thick Leather coat. She wore dark brown pants and her feet were covered by cloth wrappings. There were a couple of faded maroon and burgundy cloth patches that was stitched to her coat, likely to patch holes. One her head was a wide brimmed dark hat the same color as her coat. Her hands were covered by short leather gloves. Slung over one shoulder was a backpack and along the other was a massive axe. Looking at the design, it was not an axe made for combat. Rather, the axe was one made for chopping wood and felling trees; a tool, not a weapon. However, given her size and the fact that the axe was made scaling with her, it meant that even this tool axe would be able to punch through living targets with the same ease as a Great Axe that was built for war. Besides the shadow cast by her hat, her face was also obscured by a red cloth bandana mask.
While her attire hid the fact that she was a werewolf, it also made her look like a bandit of some kind. This did cause people to eye her with suspicion. However Vadania herself was not being aggressive. She was not making noise or disturbing anyone. She was simply looking at the various stalls and inspecting the spices. Her attention though was quickly drawn by the man at the fountain. She had never seen a magic show before. She was from a small backwater village in the woods and due to her being feral until the age of 13 and due to her curse, she rarely had left her village. She had never seen a magic show before so it caught her interest. She put down the spice jars she was looking at back to where they were displayed at the stall and made her way to watch the magic show. She was aware that her frame might block the view so she opted to stand at the back of the crowd gathering there.
The magician was wearing quite the extravagant outfit. Bright colors and a flamboyant style that would be seen as mocker to more traditional practitioners of magic. Even more strange was the chain around his neck - it shined bright under the sun, and seemed to be made of pure gold. It was certainly worth a pretty penny, and it didn't seem like something a street performer should be able to afford. Once the crowd settled, he began his show.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to the greatest display of magic in all the land. But, before we can begin, I will need a volunteer."
Many of the children in the crowd jump at the opportunity, hoping to be picked.
"Hmm, let's see... So many good options... How about you there, yes you in the yellow cap!" Grabador then proceeded to engulf the boy in a puff of smoke, then made him reappear on the small stage. The boy was a half-elf, and looked to be about 10 or 11 years old.
"What's your name then son? Garil you say? Well then give it up for Garil everybody!" A small wave of clapping and cheers passed through the crowd. Grabador then pulled a small ring out of his pocket, and held it up to the crowd.
"Do you all see this ring? I am going to put it on Garil's finger, and from over ten feet away, I will make it disappear!" He placed the ring on the boy's pointer finger, then took a few steps away from him. At Grabador's request, Garil covered the ring on his finger with his other hand, and when moved his hand again, the ring had disappeared. After the initial oohs and ahhs, Grabador made a spectacle of pulling the same ring from his own back pocket.
"Behold, the very ring that just seconds ago was on you... hnggrAAAGHHH!!!"
Grabador was suddenly engulfed in a violent fit of pain, and his body began to transform. His skin paled and began to burn in the sunlight. Monstrous claws erupted from his fingers, and his teeth grew and sharpened to unnatural proportions. His eyes turned black as coal. Standing before you was a vampire thrall, people turned into underlings to serve vampires. The crowd fled as fast as it could, screaming bloody murder along the way. Garil, still on the platform, was frozen in fear. He regained his senses after a second and tried to run. However, forgetting where he was, he ran straight off the small platform, landing on the cold stone below and knocking himself out. Grabador, the former magician, now turned his attention to you all, looking for a quick meal.
Roll for initiative.
19
Vadania quickly drew her axe even as the crowd dispersed She eyed the child.... she mustn't let the vampire thrall have him.
Initiative: 8
“What in the 9 hells?” Vorin exclaims. Not wasting a moment, he draws his shortswords and rushes the stage.
Init: 5
Vannithos dashes forward, his sharp purple eyes narrowing beneath his shadowed brow as the panicked screams fade into the distance.
Initiative: 5
"Sometimes you have to bring your sparks"
Engelheart init: 15
Combat Order:
1. Olgha
2. Engelheart
3. Vampire Thrall (9 + 1 = 10)
4. Vadania
5. Vorin/Vannithos
It is Olgha's turn to start combat. Reply with your action, and roll any damage or to hit rolls with your character sheet. You are all about 20 feet away from the vampire thrall.
The chaos in the square was a symphony Olgha knew too well. Her body moved before her mind finished the thought...slipping behind an abandoned market cart, snatching her slim, well-crafted shortbow from her back.
With a quick flick of her wrist and a whispered word, an invisible hand shimmered into being. It darted through the stampede, reaching Garil where he lay, and tried to drag the unconscious boy to safety behind the lip of the stone fountain. Out of the line of fire and the raging monster.
But mercy was not enough. Olgha steadied her arm atop the crate, eyes narrowing to a hunter's gaze, bowstring drawn back in a silent threat. The crowd fled in all directions, but Olgha’s aim was true. She loosed an arrow, sending it hissing toward the thrall's heart.
To Hit:16+4 (20)
Damage:1+2 (3)
Bonus Action: Cast Mage Hand for an attempt to pull Garil out of immediate threat.
Olgha's arrow hits the creature in the shoulder as it lets out a hiss in pain. The mage hand tries its best to drag Garil out of peril, but alas the boy is too heavy for it.
It is Engelheart's turn
Engelheart holds the still burning flame up in front of his face and gives a great big blow. The magical flame doesn't flicker but firey streak shoots out and away. The streak weaves towards the thrall and forms into a firey snake like snake like shape 10 feet above it. A firey burst erupts from the snake as it takes form, scattering flames down on the thrall. As soon as the fireyfigure takes form, Engelheart's hand directs the Wildfire spirit towards the boy and magic hand. The spirit rushed past the pair (5ft) and erupts back into the firey streak. Though not as big of a firey reach as before, the child and hard are enveloped and sucked into the streak amd back out in another bust of flames 20ft away. The spirt then moves between the pair and the thrall. Engelheart walked towards where the spirit dropped is passengers.
Action: Summon Wildfire Spirit (Dex ST DC13 or 7 fire damage)
Bonus Action: command Spirit to Firey Teleport the child and mage hand 15ft further away from thrall and move defend them
Movement: join the spirt and child
Free Action: eat another pastry
The thrall lets out a loud screech of discomfort as it is burned badly by the fire produced by the spirit. After being teleported, the mage hand looks at the fire spirit in what seems to be adoration, though it's a little hard to tell because it's a hand. As you rush towards the boy and the hand, you take a bite of something akin to a croissant with a strawberry filling. It's a tad more cooked on the outside than you would like, though that might be your fault.
The thrall then lunges at Vadania with mindless blood lust. He swipes his gnarly claws at her, dealing 6 damage (19 to hit).
It is now Vadania's turn.
The claw rakes against Vadania's chest, cutting some of the fabric and leaving a small scratch under all her fur. She snarls at the thrall and her body begins to grow. Suddenly what used to be loose, ill-fitting clothes become a snug fit as she draws on the more wild and feral aspects of her curse. Growling at the vampire she swings her axe down on its shoulder with werewolf fury.
BA: Rage (Tail option)
Great Axe (Reckless Attack): To hit: NAT1 (Adv: 20) | Damage: 14 Slash
As you swing your mighty axe with reckless abandon, you completely miss the thrall. However, you are able to pull off a spinning attack with enough finesse that everybody assumes that's what you were planning to do anyways. Your axe lands directly in the thrall's chest, killing him. As he falls to the ground, his eyes return to their human form, and with his last breath you hear, "Garil... find Lohse..." As he hits the ground, a note falls out of the pocket of his shirt. The boy remains unconscious off to the side, but he is still breathing.
Also, I've thought about it a little bit, and I've decided that I want to use milestone leveling instead of XP. Sorry for any inconvenience.