There’s a tower standing in the center of a snow whitened clearing. Standing pristine and pure; not a tall tower to lớn be sure, but one none-the-less. It"d seem innocent if not for the cold aura that surrounds it and the rumors... Rumors made almost fact by the vampire that has appeared before you. Behind Chay. Who so easily evaded your efforts lớn harm hyên save sầu one lucky strike from the sith-makar. A weapon shoved inkhổng lồ the vampire"s side so that he bleeds slow & easy onto lớn the snow, his voice making an odd gravely grinding noise as he takes off after Ctốt into lớn the night-darkened forest. Ctốt is quiông chồng on his feet driven by fear, but the vampire seems unnaturally faster, haunting his every step with long reaching fingers lượt thích some creature from a nightmare.
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Mikilos grumbles darkly. He"s not much of a fighter, & not great at running... but that seems khổng lồ be a thing they"re doing now. "Serpentine! Use zig-zags to dodge and make yourself harder to lớn follow!" He"s a lizard, right? That should come naturally.
"No--no. No, Hunter, no--" Cxuất xắc grips his bow in hand. Grips it, as the best weapon he has. The best--the best weapon. Flashes of memory--the Hunter"s blessing on the wood. The Hunter"s howl, faint in the distance. The fierce look of a Hound as it"s found the scent.
Chay"s own lips pull bachồng, & he digs out something in his pocket. "This one--hears--" he says, pants. Pockets. WHERE?
Sargon dashes after Ctốt & his pursuer, making an odd three way chase. The darkness doesn"t bother hyên ổn specifically. The cold does, but such intense physical exertion helps. The real concern is that even if he can catch up to lớn the vampire chasing Ctốt...what can he bởi vì. Especially given that the Sith"s vampire hunting tactic doesn"t seem to lớn be bothering the actual vampire in the least.
Erendriel is more than a bit startled by this. She starts making her way bachồng toward Mikilos, since well, usually the dangerous stuff radiates FROM the powerful rachmage. For now, just running.
The vampire hounds Cgiỏi. Trying khổng lồ grab him when Ctốt dashes away, & when the vampire catches up a moment later it tries to actually bite hyên ổn, long teeth; too-long teeth suddenly there where they hadn"t been before. He"s grinning, flashing those teeth in an expression that defies the chase. He /enjoys/ this. "You smell so /sweet/ my friover. /My sweet/." His burning green eyes piece inlớn Chay"s, inlớn the depths of his heart.
GAME: Ctuyệt rolls will: (9)+12: 21Magic. It"s a thing. A thing Mikilos is supposed khổng lồ be good at. He really should remember that detail a little quicker. Slowing for a moment to focus, the magi murmurs a few arcane phrases before gesturing at the running Sith & his various companions, lending a little boost of energy to the effort. Quiông chồng, lightning bolt sort of boost.
GAME: Mikilos casts Haste. Caster Level: 12 DC: 21Deep breath. Deep-- "I"m an inquisitor of the HUNTER, ssslavemind!" --& Cxuất xắc turns fast-fast into those fangs, và shoves the divine, holy symbol of Gilead UPWARDS, towards the vampire"s face. Towards the vampire"s face.
Ctốt stops running. "Sslavemind--the Hunter--the Hunter protects--" He grips the symbol, hard, in his h&.
The Hunter--doesn"t protect. The silver light does nothing. His faith crumbles as his will does và once again--Cgiỏi is a slave sầu.
There is no recovery from this. None. The sith-makar"s arm falls. The holy symbol, and his hope, falls to lớn the ground.
GAME: Sargon casts Thunderstomp. Caster Level: 5 DC: 11GAME: Sargon rolls cmb: (19)+9: 28Sargon puts on an extra burst of speed, courtesy of Mikilos" spell. Ironically it helps that Chay has been caught because it makes both he and his pursuer stop momentarily, long enough for Sargon lớn reach them. Although he himself stops well out of reach. He leaps into lớn the air with one fist raised above sầu his head. Then when he lands he falls inkhổng lồ a squat, slamming the fist down against the ground. A ripple of crackling power flows across the ground until it slips beneath the vampire"s feet.
Erendriel sees the creature attacking her companions for this trip, và well, doesn"t even stop. She runs as hard as she can, not even slowing down to try anything. No good to stop & burning hands if it closes the gap in that time.
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For an instant as Cxuất xắc shoves his ibé forward the vampire reflexively jerks backwards, hissing in the face of his faith. But the creature"s magic knows no such boundary và Chay"s hvà & his holy sản phẩm fall to the ground. The whole action leaves Kol unbalanced, & he falls forward, as Sargon"s spell hits the ground beneath his feet. He should hit Chay... but he doesn"t. No, there"s a bright trắng light around Cxuất xắc. Something... beautiful & it pushes the vampire lớn the side. There"s a sizzle & as the vampire rolls away from the light you can see that he"s been burned. The vampire darts khổng lồ his feet, the side of his face blackened by the impact with the light but it begins khổng lồ /heal/.
The light pulses around the sith-makar & then it fades, leaving Chay alone inside his head. Leaving him somehow; impossibly - không lấy phí - of the vampire"s mental influence. The vampire himself doesn"t seem khổng lồ realize this, moving closer khổng lồ the sith as though they are companions now, not bothering khổng lồ defkết thúc himself from Cxuất xắc as he moves to lớn lay one arm across the other"s shoulders
GAME: Mikilos rolls 1d3: (3): 3GAME: Mikilos casts Summon Monster IV. Caster Level: 12 DC: 22Mikilos is himself unaware lớn Chay"s freedom. He just knows he"s poorly equipped to lớn giảm giá with a vampire. So, get help. Angelic help. Well, okay, technically Arcons. Murmuring a few quick words, the mage gestures, and reality itself swirls for a moment as planar boundaries are crossed. A trio of brightly glowing balls pop out of the swirl, their glow flicking with their high chirping voices. "We are here to Help! Helping! Oh! Oh bad! Bad guy! Stop bad guy!" The Lantern Arcons swarm towards the vampire, beams of bright energy bursting from them.
Chay stares. It"s all he can do. And then he--raises his hvà. Stares at that, too, as though unbelieving it could move sầu. And reaches back--& slams his fist trang chính, into the vampire"s face. His fist glows with a silver light--the Hunter"s Bane--và his lips pull baông xã, revealing fangs lượt thích a Hound"s!
Sargon rises khổng lồ his full height. He looks surprised when Ctốt punches the vampire. In the face. His face flashes the briefest expression of approval and then he leaps forward, with one knee rising in an attempt to lớn slam it inkhổng lồ the enemy"s kidney, then lashing out with an elbow as he lands.
The vampire steps slightly behind Ctốt as the celestial bodies appear, but it only puts hyên more in line with the hunter"s fist when it comes around. There"s the solid sound of flesh on flesh and something harder. There"s the tiniest snap. Kol reels baông xã from the punch with a clearly broken nose that is running blood all down his face. He /grins/. He grins lượt thích Ctốt just gave sầu hyên the best present in the world. "/My sweet/."
Sargon attacks & the vampire almost seems khổng lồ ignore the blows. Swaying away from them like a willow tree in a breeze though nothing so beautiful. His movements are jerky & odd. Kol slips forward, reaching again for Cxuất xắc. Drawn to lớn Ctuyệt. "Thank you for this." A motion toward his face. "Let me return the favor." And then he attacks. Moves like lightning & strikes again, và again.
Mikilos hesitates a few moments, pondering over the brief list of what he still -can- vày before moving closer to lớn the vampire. Not a normal vampire. No by any stretch. But -something- has khổng lồ work. The wizard gestures, & a trio of firey bolts leap from his hands, striking three different trees, setting them alight, with coils of arcane fire clinging to the branches. Preparation.
GAME: Mikilos casts Contagious Flame. Caster Level: 12 DC: 24Sargon reaches out with both hands, still moving in that slightly-too-fast fashion of one who"s been treated to lớn a spell of Haste. But instead of punching the vampire, Sargon instead wraps both arms around, trying to interloông xã his fingers lớn form an unbreakable hold. "The stake!" he urges, eyes boring inlớn Cxuất xắc. "Hunter, the stake!"
Ctốt tears his eyes away from Sargon, to lớn the--
The--
From young years on, the scaled take to caste. From caste, they learn to work together, pieces of a whole. Like a jigsaw. Like family. Like--
"Hunter! The stake!" Sargon could have sầu used no better phrase. The hunter-caste grasps his hand around the stake in the vampire"s side. Pulls it out.
"We missed the heart, lasst time," he rasps. And as Sargon holds hyên still, as the archons fire, aims for THAT!
Kol doesn"t seem dismayed by the fact that Chay has evaded his every attaông chồng, but then... He suddenly stops & tilts his head lớn the side. "What?" He asks thin air, và Sargon"s arms wrap around his chest & the grin on his lips fades inlớn a faint smile. He lets đại bại an odd noise as the arrow is removed from his side, as the little celestials (or one of them anyways) manages a hit on his shoulder. A wound that heals so fast that it might as well have sầu never happened. Kol grins down at Cxuất xắc, fierce và... adoring. "Another time /my sweet/."
The words are whispered and torn as he lets loose a pained scream. The arrow piercing just below his ribcage, reaching upwards... upwards. And then he"s smoke. He"s mist. The vampire is a ghost in Sargon"s hands and the stake is a bloodied remnant in Chay"s fist.
Erendriel runs until she feels shes far enough away to turn around and see what all that Celestial talk was about, from a safe...? Distance.
Mikilos stops, a spell on his lips & Power in his hand... but mist? There"s not a lot he can vày for that. A gesture of annoyance sends bolts of fire streaming from the trio of burning trees though the mist, doing little more than making it swirl a little. The Arcons bob around uncertainly for a moment. "We helped? We Helped! We are good helpers!"
Sargon was straining to lớn hold Kol steady. Now he stumbles at the sudden laông xã of anything lớn hold. He reaches out again, arms trying lớn cthua kém higher in the air, even standing on his toes as he tries futilely lớn grab again, but even a trained grappler can"t grab mist. He takes a few steps bachồng, uncertain. "What new triông chồng is this?!" he barks.
GAME: Cgiỏi rolls knowledge/religion+4: (11)+8+4: 23Ctuyệt shakes. He shakes và nearly falls to earth. It"s only his h& that catches hlặng. "Misst--they can turn into misst. Wolves, bats. ...misst." He mouths a few words, but it"s only repeating himself. Only staring off inkhổng lồ space.
He drops his hand to lớn the side, and--finds he"s gripped the symbol, there. Hunter. Gilead.
Mikilos sighs. "Not that new. It"s a vampire thing. One of the tricks that makes them so damn annoying. Start lớn get an upper h&, they just turn khổng lồ mist và float away."
The scaled opens his muzzle, và draws in air. The tongue moistens it, draws it near the roof of the mouth, past the olfactory senses. "...he iss headed towards the tower, ssers." Then, "...perhaps we liên hệ the Hunterss of the Dead, ssers." He remains where he is, kneeled and crouched. His hands slowly lower, và bunch in the snow.
Mikilos mutters, & nods. "Liên hệ the military, see how fast they can get the Disjunction Cannon aimed. Likely not fast enough. We should get away before something else comes from the Tower. Kol might be her most comtháng agent, but likely not the only one."
Sargon frowns severely. "We might as well. Perhaps they can tell us the secret khổng lồ countering his powers, so that we can put an kết thúc lớn him." He raises a clenched fist as he says this. Possibly misunderstanding completely what the Cgiỏi has in mind.
"...thiss one can find the Hunters, ssers." Ctốt lowers his head và stands, slowly. He never looks away from the retreating mist--even when it vanishes, too muddled lớn see. He stares. Stares. "...when vì chưng we go, sshamans? Warriors?"
Erendriel slowly walks up lớn the others. "So is it gone?" she calls out. "I mean, should I keep running?"
Mikilos says, "When vị we go? To attack? Not until we"re ready. Kol is just a servant, và had us in serious trouble. The Mistress herself would be every so much worse. Plus whatever defenses of the Tower itself. We still have sầu very little idea of what those are."
Sargon peers in the direction of the tower. As the rush of combat fades, his blood cools. He begins to shift restlessly. Perhaps his monastic training allows hlặng to lớn suppress shivering, but he seems no less uncomfortable. "We can"t stay here," he remarks. "Even if some of us were lớn stay & keep watch while these Hunters of the Dead are summoned...we"re not prepared for this cold."
"...thiss one will find the Hunters, then," Ctốt says. He sounds odd, detached--& looks khổng lồ Erendriel. "Yes, sser. He has gone to the tower. We are lớn find the Hunters, now." ...và the hunter-caste does just that. Unless someone stops him, he will head towards the thành phố. Towards the Vardamen.