Inizii -- Logs

Kyrel nods. "The quicker we do this, the less likely he is to have healed enough to be a problem. Shall we?" Kiri flutters around, and at his master's signal, he scouts ahead again.

Derleth pauses, considering, and then decides to do the same for himself, placing his palms over his tender cracked ribs and chanting, his hands glowing as the prayer knits his bones back together...

Kiri flits down the passageway, into the darkness, skreeing to navigate through the darkness. Several moments pass, before the bat flutters back down the hall, chirriping lightly.

Derleth juts his chin at the bat. "What's 'e say?"

Kyrel listens to his familiar. "The ogre's quarters, and a tunnel leading to a coffin. What d'you want to bet it's not the right one again?"

Bodan says, "But we can't take the chance."

Kyrel shakes his head. "Of course not. Sooner or later, one of them will be the right one. Let's look for hidden passages, too... the open one might be a decoy to get us to stop looking in the right place."

Derleth sighs. "'ere's a place where a rogue might be useful-like... An ah dinnae think meself t' ask fer prayers t' detect traps..."

Kyrel agrees. "Or even a full-blood elf. We'll just have to settle for me and my familiar."

Derleth looks wryly at Kyrel. "Ahm nae so worried about secret doors, lad. Secret doors cannae hurt us. Spike laden pits can."

Bodan begins to concentrate, one hand in a fist against his chest, the other outstretched, as if mentally searching for something. "If there is evil here, we will find it."

Kyrel looks at the paladin, and nods to himself. I really shouldn't underestimate him, just because he has trouble with the language.

Bodan walks forward concentrating and looking about.

Derleth follows, flail in hand, eyes intent on the ground in front of Bodan...

Kyrel follows the paladin, alert for anything that looks out of place, while Kiri flits around looking for tripwires or sudden changes that might indicate an ambush of some sort.

The trio moves down the hallway. The torchlight melts darkness as the three go deeper. Soon, along one side of the cavern, is the obvious meager dwelling of the ogre; a large pile of furs, a table with scraps and bones. A good table, interestingly enough.

Kyrel says, "There's a bit of a drop ahead... be careful."

Kiri chirrips in satisfaction and goes back to scouting.

Derleth says, "Drop? What de'ye mean, a pit? A cliff?"

Kyrel says, "More of a scramble-down. It's not too high."

As predicted, the ground up ahead breaks off in a ledge. A steep drop-off, some fifteen feet down, leads into further darkness.

Derleth looks around the cliff, trying to see if there is any existing method of getting down...

Bodan points with his outstretched hand. "There. The coffin. Me don't sense any taint of evil though"

Derleth scratches his chin. "That's probably a sign then that that's nae what we be looking for. Mebbe in the ogre's den?"

Bodan says, "...under the table... where coffin rests... it's different."

Kyrel says, "Different? Different how?"

Bodan says, "Color. Perhaps bits of ash. Me can't be too sure, but the ground seems to be greyer than the rest of the ground. Me is sure of that. Some ash, or a trap me guesses."

Derleth considers. "Let's leave off on this coffin a moment an instead take a look at yon lair...

Bodan says, "Wait, me got an idea. Do we have a grappling hook, or something else that could hook something. Maybe we can drag the coffin to us, or at least tip it over from here."

Derleth shakes his head. "Rope I 'ave. But nae a grappling hook."

Bodan says, "Let me see the rope."

Derleth unwraps the silk coil from about his waist, and gives it to Bodan.

Bodan ties the rope to one of his javelins and tosses it straight at the coffin.

The javelin misses terribly, hitting the ground beneath the table.

Bodan smiles and sends a sideways ripple down the rope, hoping to spin the javelin around the leg of the table.

The javelin just flops about, bumping the table leg and rolling around in the middle of the table.

Once more the half-orc attempts, but under no success.

Derleth watches interestedly. "What be ye trying to do naew?"

Kyrel says, "Why don't you just pull the javelin back and try again?""

Bodan grumbles, "Me is TRYING to catch the leg of the table to bring the whole thing down with one tug."

Bodan says, "Very well, me thinks the mage is right. Let me try to get the javelin over the coffin and pull it that way." He brings the javelin back and attempts another throw.

Derleth looks around. "Why don' ye just find a large boulder and throw it at the coffin? That'll bring the whole t'ing daewn."

The javelin sails into the cavern, planting itself firmly into the side of the coffin.

Kyrel says, "Much better. Let's haul it in, then."

Derleth considers. "Oh ye could' just do that, aye."

Bodan tugs on the rope, hoping that the javelin will stay in the side of the coffin enough to drag it to the ledge, if not up it.

The javelin was planted so deep, from Bodan's throw, that one could likely see its tip if peering inside. And, the tug sends it off the table, crashing into the ground. The table wobbles, but stays firm.

Bodan continues pulling gently, trying to get the coffin up the ledge. "'ere it comes guys."

After several minutes of Bodan pulling, guiding it up the cliff, the coffin finally crests the lip of the drop-off.

Derleth grunts. "Wonder what 'e's got in there. Another joke surprise, most like."

Bodan takes the javelin and attempts to pry the top off, using only as much force as is needed.

The lid lifts easily, showing an empty box inside. Not even a note is left.

Kyrel says, "Hmm. That grey patch must have been intended to be the surprise this time. Too bad."

Bodan reaches down and attempts to rip the side off the box. "So let's see what it is."

The box, rather old and not the best craftsmanship, rips apart easily.

Derleth blinks. "Why ye be disassemblin' yon box?"

Bodan then takes the plank of wood and tosses it at the table, which failed to topple last time.

It bangs into the table, and falls to the ground.

Derleth eyes Bodan.

Derleth says, "Eh....a large rock might be better if ye desire to break th' table.""

Bodan says, "There could be a note down there, but me thinks we should move on. What do you guys think."

Derleth nods. "Ah've a hankering t' search th' den."

Bodan nods and leads on, peering into the darkness searching for evil.

Kyrel says, "Might as well. And then we head outside and start looking for more passages."

Derleth sifts through the bones and furs, looking about for suspicious looking things...

Kyrel checks the walls and floor for hidden openings. Kiri does the same for the roof, listening for the echoes of hollow spaces.

Derleth finds, that under a corner of the furs, a tool sits. A pickaxe.

Derleth picks up the axe. "Oh, and 'ere's an idea. We can tunnel through th' damned rock till we find 'im." he says in frustration.

Bodan looks back briefly but continues on ahead, back to the den.

Derleth shrugs. "I 'ave nae better ideas...."

Kyrel says, "Let's just stay away from that stuff in the center, whatever it is."

Derleth nods. "Aye. But 'ow d' we get ourselves back up, once daewn there? Tie me rope t' something?"

Kyrel says, "Why not? I can always use my flight spell if it pulls loose somehow."

Bodan says, "Me thinks there isn't anything we are going to find here. We should leave and search somewhere else."

Derleth says, "We should' at least check, Bodan. Sara said 'e'd be here..."

Kyrel says, "We can use the table to tie the rope to, we just need to carry it over there."

Bodan paces back and forth, thinking, wondering where the evil creature could be hiding.

Derleth says, "Kyrel, in order t' get the table, we need t' be down there. At which point, we already be stuck."

Kyrel says, "Hmm? The ogre's table."

Derleth looks around for a stalagmite...

Bodan says, "Me could hold the rope."

Derleth grabs a stalagmite, testing it.. "'Ere. This is better anyway. More solid." He ties the silk rope about the cone of rock, then takes it and starts walking backwards down the steep slope without further discussion.

In the lower cavern, the two move about, inspecting. As they near the table, it's easy to see why the coloration was off underneath it; there's a simple rug there. A few bumps seem to mar the surface, the cloth wrinkled at the bases of the table-legs, and a piece of shattered wood lies nearby.

Bodan, unsure of what to expect, readies two javelins and stands at the edge of the ridge watching the other two from above.

Kyrel says, "Now why would there be a rug here?" He pokes at it, trying to lift one corner with the end of an arrow. "Something under it, maybe?"

Derleth eyes the rug critically as Kyrel fools with it. The half-elf lifts an edge and discovers that beneath it is a hole, just within the perimeter of the table legs, with several loose rocks piled within it.

Bodan calls from above, "what is it?"

Derleth grumbles. "A hole filled with rocks. It coul' be something, or nothing at all."

Kyrel calls back, "Looks like, just a stupid trap." He stays clear of the rug and pushes at the edge of the table, which moves back a little.

Derleth frowns. "Wait half a moment..." he scratches his chin, something tugging at the edges of his mind. "Dwarven society 'as a 'abit o' building cairns for their dead...often columns of rock. Mebbe there is't something daewn there after all."

Derleth grumbles. "Which dinnae change th' fact that could mean a lot o� stone moving t' do."

Kyrel says, "Hmmm... Any quick way to dig this crap up?"

Derleth shakes his head. "Ah have nae earth-moving spells...but I do yet have the holy strength given t' me by the lady, and Bodan is a strong 'un no doubt...we might yet be able to unfill yon hole, given time."

Kyrel says, "We've got a bit of time. Let's see how deep it might be." He turns back to the paladin. "Bodan! We've got a possible location here.""

Bodan tosses his javelins down and climbs down after them, picking them up before addressing the other two. He asks "What is it?" as he realizes what Kyrel meant and extends his hand forward, attempting to sense the evil within.

Derleth dips the head of his flail into the stone filled hole, testing for a trap at the hole's mouth, and doesn�t find anything.

Bodan says, "Me can't sense any taint from here. Are we inclined to dig?"

Derleth point's at the hole. "We be on digging duty, Sirrah. Got to get to the bottom o' this hole."

Bodan nods, and first tries to pry some of the rocks out of place with his javelins.

Derleth grimaces. "Then we best either hope the coffin is in an adjoining horizontal cave, and nae that the shaft is longer than sixty feet."

Derleth grabs rocks as they come to his hands as he kneels there, tossing them behind him. Bodan bends down and begins removing the rocks from the hole, assisting Derleth. The stones come out easily, simply piled one atop the other without mortar or fit.

Kyrel lets the strong folks dig, assisting by moving them back from the edge of the pit when they start to get deeper while Kiri keeps watch.

At the bottom of the pit, maybe seven feet down, the two find something. Not a coffin, but a framework. Sturdy pieces of wood, with burlap sacks fastened to the frame, to keep the rocks from falling in. The wood looks new. Surprisingly so.

Kyrel says, "So. Something's going on here..."

Bodan says, "Me couldn't even guess why this is here, or what it is..."

Derleth says, "Or what might be beneath it, belike? Hmmm...looks sturdy. What kin we use t' smash it.."

Derleth sighs. "Tis a pity we cannae break off a stalagmite and drop it point first...."

Derleth sighs. "Might use some lantern oil t' burn and weaken the boards...but that'd take time."

Bodan says, "haven't you a dagger?"

Derleth says, "Aye, a few. But nae a saw."

Bodan says, "Why d�ya want to break the frame 'en not just cut the sack?"

Derleth says, "Because o' the wood beneath it, Bodan." He looks around for a larger boulder than the rocks they�ve removed from the pit, but doesn�t see anything. "Nothing large enough t' smash it..."

Bodan isn't quite sure what the cleric has planned but stands by and watches what he does.

Derleth considers a moment. "all right. Kyrel, d'ye have any extra rope yersel'?

Kyrel nods. "Yes, I do have another length of rope. Might as well leave the first one in place in case we want to leave in a hurry."

Derleth says, "All right, then. We'll tie the rope about me in a harness, Bodan can lower me down, an' I'll bash it with Sara's hammer. Th' flame can only help this matter, aye?"

Kyrel says, "I would think so. Setting the whole mess on fire will dump the remnants onto whoever's underneath at the time."

Bodan gets the preparations ready and does as Derleth suggests, lowering him into the pit.

Derleth wobbles a little, but brings the hammer back and hits the frame, which cracks a little. He grumbles. "Come on naew..." He raises the warhammer and tries again. This time there is a louder crack, as wood splinters. The end of the burlap pulls loose from the breaking wood.

Derleth grins. "That's more like it..." He delivers a third blow. The wood shatters, and the frame slumps. It looks like it's straining, now, under the weight of the rocks that are piled on one side.

Derleth hmms and pulls up the burlap on the broken side, peering underneath. The hole inside is empty. However, it's deep enough to hold a body. In the corner closest to Derleth, rests a small belt pouch.

Bodan calls down, not even straining while holding Derleth by the rope, "Well?

Derleth frowns. "Nae sure." He reaches down with the hammer, trying to pick up the belt pouch using the hook-side of the hammer. It catches easily, and he pulls it back. It appears to have something in it. Derleth grabs the hammer with both hands and pulls it up till he has the pouch in hand. "Bodan, pull me up."

Bodan reels in the little man, bringing him back to ground level.

Derleth opens the pouch, but faces the opening away from himself and the others, careful not to place any fingers inside. When nothing happens, he turns the bag over and shakes it, letting whatever's inside fall out.

A small, gray stone falls into Derleth's palm. Beside it, a little bottle filled with some dark reddish liquid. He blinks. "Odd." He tosses the pouch aside and examines both.

Kyrel says, "Anything below the frame besides that?"

Derleth shakes his head. "Nothin'."

Kyrel says, "Strange. Why would he have put that there, of all places? It might be a thunderstone..."

Derleth uncorks the vial, sniffing cautiously and then exhaling at the coppery scent of blood.

Derleth grimaces. "Makes no sense. A vial of blood and a ...what is? What's a thunderstone? Innat one of those magnetic ores?"

Kyrel says, "It generates thunderclaps. Quite literally stunning if you're too close."

Derleth says, "Ahhhh. Inneresting. But still dinnae see why it were down there. Moreo'er, where d' we go naew?"

Bodan paces about, wondering. He stops and turns to the others, "So, what now?"

Kyrel sighs. "Check the walls, I guess... and if that doesn't pan out, we go outside and search for another cavern."

Derleth nods slowly. "Mebbe we should check at the hole in the ice what the trolls came through, as well..."

Bodan says, "If you want to be going in the frozen waters, that'd be up to you. Me won't be going for a swim though."

Kyrel says, "Not likely... vampires don't do well with water."

Derleth blinks. "Oh. Ah dinnae realize there were water underneath...dinnae think trolls could swim." He shrugs and starts checking the walls on one side.

Kyrel says, "Ice trolls do."

The cave and its vicinity yield nothing else of interest. There are no other signs of vampires, nor any clues to their whereabouts. The trio makes it back to town late in the afternoon.

Derleth sighs as he trudges towards the tavern. "Well, either the lass was controlled by Ebrek, or e' found out about her treachery. Either way, we're nae better off than before."

Kyrel says, "Wouldn't say that. We got the thunderstone, I think."

The tavern is its normal self, though the Bartender seems to be fuming a little, cleaning a glass rather roughly. He nods a greeting.

Kyrel says, "It should have been the right direction. Maybe his minions moved him while he recuperated."

Kyrel notes the innkeeper's surliness even through his overtired state. "What's gone wrong now?"

He grumbles. "Just low on milk an' eggs an' poultry. Ol' Shammers isn't come in today."

Kyrel says, "Really... where's he live?"

"'Bout an hour, two out of town. Raises his own cows and chickens. Comes in t'town once a week, brings in supplies, buys his stuff and gits. Ol' widower."

Derleth glances at Kyrel. "You think mebbe we should check this out?"

Kevward mutters, "Now I have to go buy some from the store. Shammers gives me a discount, in exchange fer some ale. The store's much more costly, now, what with all that stuff bein' lifted."

Kyrel nods. "We were led on a wild-goose chase before. Maybe this is where he really is. If we ride hard, we can be there and back before dark."

Derleth nods. "Aye. Nobbut better to do, at any rate. let's ride, then."

Bodan turns and heads out the door following the other two.

Kyrel stops the stable hands before they can put the horses away, and swings up on Maya. He squints into the winter sun. "We can get there and back before dark if we push. Let's check it out." Maya huffs and stamps her feet. It seems there is no rest for an adventurer's horse. The half-elf chuckles fondly and pats the mare's neck. "Lazybones. You spent several hours cropping grass while we were throwing rocks and ogres around."

Derleth hops into the saddle and pats Platinum's flank. "Gee up, old boy. Nae time to rest just yet."

The trip to the house is uneventful, if somehow interminably long in spite of the slight movement of the sun. The trio nearly gets lost once, at a spot where the path partially overgrown. However, the house, an old two and a half story bit, eventually comes into view. Off to the left, it looks like there's a bluff. From here, one can even spot the shabby barn, the red paint faded to a rusty pink.

Derleth hops down and tells Platinum to 'guard'. "House first, then barn."

Kyrel says, "Why not? Let's be careful.. the old fellow might just be sick, after all."

Derleth nods. "Aye..." He steps up to the front door and knocks politely.

The house looks quiet, gloomy. In fact, the windows in the upper floors look dark, incredibly so, the shutters closed. There is no answer to the knock.

Derleth opens the door. "Haloo, the house!" he calls out. Inside, it smells dusty. The living room is dingy. Sheets cover the furniture. And again, there is no answer. The cleric grunts. "Ah dinnae like this." He takes out his flail and steps inside, looking about..

Kyrel says, "Odd. One wonders how a vampire would have gotten in to a hermit's house in the first place. He'd hardly have been invited." He looks around, the magic torch still burning and casting light through the gloom.

Derleth glances at Kyrel. "Vampires're geniuses at persuasion, they say. He could? ha' done it."

Bodan, after a moment, comes in behind the pair. The paladin obviously is not the best suited for this sort of work; his big frame barrels in through the door, powerful legs stomping upon the floorboards. His eyes comb suspiciously around the room.

Kyrel's voice is hushed. "Do you sense anything, paladin?"

The paladin wheels around, inspecting the area. He frowns deeply. "Me senses something... Definitely...but can't put finger on it. Me's thinking they're here, somewhere, or been here..."

Derleth sighs. "Annat woul' cover all available possibilities, would'n'it..."

Kyrel says, "Upstairs, perhaps? Or in the cellar if there is one?"

Derleth says, "Ye an' Bodan check fer a cellar, mage. I'll check th' top floor."

The half-orc's heavy footsteps start off toward the stairs, before he turns at an odd noise. A step back, then another, and the boards beneath creak violently. He jumps a little, glancing down, before shaking his head. "It's like it's all around... Up, down, out."

Kyrel looks disquieted by that. "Great. We're surrounded by them?"

Derleth says, "Only evil is all about, Kyrel. The taint itself, nae necessarily vampires."

Bodan lifts a hand, scratching his cheek. "Me's not sure we should split. If they're here, and one finds one, then is it best we are only one to fight?"

Kyrel says, "Have to agree. Upstairs or down, which ever we find first. But let's stay together."

Derleth considers this. "Aye, ye have the right of it...Belike we look for stairs then..."

Bodan nods, and starts walking for one of the exits, the boards creaking violently again under his frame. He grunts, moving aside, and heads into the next room.

Derleth motions Kyrel forward, so the mage is guarded from front and back.

Kyrel stays in the center of the group, his familiar staying nervously on his shoulder. The little bat doesn't like the idea of facing vampires in the form of his own kind.

As the two move after the paladin, the floorboards shift, rather loose, under their feet. The paladin had exited into a hallway, and along the wall a set of stairs heading upward. He waits solemnly beside, looking all about. "Odd...me feels evil in the walls."

Derleth says, "Lovely. We be the first to see the legendary 'vampire house', aye?"

Kyrel says, "In the walls? And loose floorboards... D'you think they're hiding back there somehow?"

The half-orc peers confusedly at Kyrel. "How? Walls are flat," He puts hands together. "No room."

Derleth says, "And what point woul' that be for? I'd be damned uncomfortable. Tis probably only the stench left behind by evil deeds in this structure."

Kyrel says, "Depends on the form they are in, Bodan. As mist or as bats, they could be in there..."

Kyrel says, "But not diffusely, I suppose. This is ... strange."

The half orc shakes his head, before looking up the stairs. "We go up, first? Or down?"

Derleth says, "Down. More likely, there. Nae chance of sunlight in a basement."

Kyrel says, "I suspect this is correct. Though... Ebrek is subtle. We'll check the basement first, nonetheless."

Bodan nods, glancing around. "Well, me doesn't see any stairs going down... Looking more around this floor, then?"

Derleth nods. "Aye."

Kyrel nods. "But keep an eye on where we've been, as well. I don't trust any of this, and it's not that long until dark."

Bodan nods slowly. "Perhaps we split, and find stairs, then?"

Kyrel says, "It's not that big a house. We'll stay together."

The half-orc nods, and starts down the hall, before pushing open another door, and slipping inside.

Derleth pokes a head around the corner, looking after the paladin.

The kitchen, despite the house's apparent misuse and dustiness, actually looks like its seen service. The smell of bread and foodstuffs hangs in the air, and there is some light pouring in from the window. The paladin happens to be at the window, peering out, before starting. "Hey!"

Derleth ushers Kyrel through the doorway. "What d'ye see!" he demands.

The half-orc points out the window. "Evil," He hisses. "Evil, coming off the barn. Much stronger, me thinks."

Derleth grunts. "A'right, then. The barn it is." He starts back the way he came, looking to go out the front door.

Kyrel says, "Shto?" He nods. "Why not? If that's where you feel it from, let's look.""

The paladin watches Derleth a moment. "Derleth... There's a door out this way." He points to the back door.

Derleth rolls his eyes. "Sure, and what fun is it t' always be so predictable, hmm?"

The paladin shrugs, before moving to the back door, and pulling it open. Judging by the light, there is perhaps an hour or so left of daylight.

Derleth brings up the rear. "Too bad we couldnae just bash a big hole in the damned thing...

Bodan peers over his shoulder, at Kyrel. "Why not use a fireball on it? Burn the vampire out?"

Derleth says, "Ah dinnae think Kyrel kin throw fireballs."

Derleth looks at the illusionist. "Kin ye?"

Kyrel says, "That would be my brother. I'd prefer to know he's in there first, even if I could."

As the trio make it two thirds of the way to the barn, some forty feet from the house, a man looking like he's old enough to be dust comes rolling around the front, carrying a burlap sack in one hand, and a pitchfork in the other. Chickens, clucking and pecking, follow him out. "Hey there, wha' do ya be doing on my yard?"

Derleth approaches the barn cautiously. He's tempted to cast spells of his own, but it would probably not tell him more than the paladin's holy senses already tell him. His fingers twitch nervously...

Kyrel says, "Looking for you, actually, sir. They missed you in town and sent us out to see if you were all right."

The old man lifts the butt of the pitchfork, scratching his forehead. "What for'd they do that for? They never send somebody up ta talk t'me. 'course I'm all right." He gives the three a look. "An' why would they send ya in armor? Guess they heard a how good I sticked that goblin, all them years off."

Kyrel chuckles. "No, the armor is for anything we might have met on the way. There's bandits out there, and we're hunting them, too."

Derleth gives Bodan a glance, to see if he senses anything from the old man...

The paladin looks at the farmer for a moment, then shakes his head, but stares at the barn, face tightening. The old man ahs. "I'd come with ya, but these old bones ain't fit for that, no more. Good, that ye'r clearing the way out. I always go at the end of the week; good to see the way's all clear, then." He bahs, shaking his foot as a chicken starts to peck at the leather of his shoe.

Derleth clears his throat. "Good sir, what be in yer barn, pray tell?"

The old man glances back. "Eh? Well, what do ya think? Some wizard's books and hocus pocus?" He then cracks up, laughing until a wheeze sets in, and then a small fit of coughs. "Well, the chickens, and a cow... The horses, they refused to stay in the barn, durin' the day, so I lets' 'em roam out on the pasture, down by the bluff," He points, but the house happens to be in the way.

Derleth hmmmms. "Ye have nae happened to see any travelers these nights past...a dwarf or a swordlass, mayhaps?"

He lifts a hand. "Err... yah, I did, actually. Almost a week ago. I was about to settle into bed, and I heard all this squeakin' ruckus, down stairs. So, I head down the stairs...and there they were, this big ol' throng of rats!" He makes a broad gesture, with the pitchfork.

Derleth blinks. "Rats, ye say?"

He nods. "Yep. Well, I got all fired up, tryin' to stomp 'em and scare 'em, and there was this knock on the door, 'see? So, I ran to the door, and this dwarf was there. An' one of the boys from town, an' this...thing. Well, he said he'd seen signs o' rats nestin' in the area, and was an exterminator. Me, havin' rats and all, invited him in, and let him kill 'em all."

Kyrel says, "Thing?"

"Huh? Oh, ya. Lizard thing. One of them...er, y'know, the pale ones? Stands about as tall as your orc-blood there... Yah. It looked sort of stupid and tame, so I lets him in with the dwarf."

Derleth looks blankly at the others. Perhaps he drained one of the lizardmen like we fought against?

Bodan looks from one to the other, and scratches his forehead. "So... then what?"

Kyrel nods to himself. Of course... he invited the exterminators in...

The farmer glances up, and Up, at the half-orc. "Weeell, he said that there were more. They were nestin' in the walls, and in the cellar. Them rodents crafty enough to dig little holes in the ground, to keep warm in the winter. Said it linked up with caves, up by the bluff. Said, free of charge, he'd get 'em out of the wood and my basement. 'Course, I wasn't going to pay him for hammerin' holes in my walls."

Derleth says, "When did ye see this dwarf last, sirrah?"

Kyrel moves while the old fellow is distracted by the half-orc, trying to get out of his immediate line of sight - he drifts off as if looking at something in the fields.

Rubbing his chin. "Mm... few nights ago. Said he was done, what with the work in the house. Dedicated to killin' vermin, that bearded fella was! Said he was goin' to squish what's left in the caves." Hmm. "Too bad the fella didn't kill them wolves I've seen in the area."

Derleth grunts. "Ye been seeing wolves, hmm? And what about bats?"

Shaking his head, the old man sighs. "I tell ya, them damn wolves... Had to run one of 'em outta the barn, this week. Makin' a huge ol' ruckus. Scarin' the horses and the chickens... Surprised it didn't tear none of 'em up, though." He looks around. "Bats? No, can't say I have... Too cold, this time of year.

Derleth nods thoughtfully, not noticing that Kyrel snuck off. "Anything else strange ye been seeing lately, belike?"

He shakes his head. "Nah... Other'n the horses be afraid of the barn, durin' the day. Put up a fight, when I try to get 'em in. Even in the snow..." He tsks, and waves his foot at another chicken. "Bah! I'll get back to feedin' you, quit!"

Derleth says, "Did th' dwarf do any work in the barn, or just in yer cellar?"

"Jus' the cellar and the walls, really. Weird thing was," He says, quietly, "The fella just did it at night. Though, he said it was cuz rats slept, during the day. They could squeak durin' the night, lets him know where they are."

Derleth uh-huh's rather skeptically, torn between trying to figure out where to go next...

Bodan looks towards Kyrel, and then to the old farmer, then glancing up at the barn. His fingers squeeze. The sun is slowly, steadily creeping downward.

Derleth says, "Mayhaps we might look in yer barn for a moment, good sir?"

"So, the town sentcha here to check, an' see if them bandits didn't come an' rob me home?" He hrms at Derleth. "For?"

Derleth says, "There been some...bad juju going on about town. When Kevward mentioned ye hadnae shown up, we thought this might be more o' the same...and ye mention that yer horses dinnae care fer the barn come morning time..."

The farmer blinks. "I hadn't shown up? What's that ale-guzzler got up his beard? I still have two more days t'go! Er...hrm... What's today?"

Derleth rolls his eyes. "It be Monday, man."

"Bah! No way it can be..." He pauses, and starts counting on his fingers. "Well... I'll be an orc's spawn...Uh..." He looks up at Bodan. "I mean, a goblin's, ya. No wonder I'm lackin' in drink! I thought I'd been hittin' the barrel too much."

Derleth nods. "It happens t'the best o' us, goodman. That been said, might we look in th' barn?"

He turns, looking back at the barn. "Well, nothin's in there. I done checked it for snakes, since they'd be looking for a good place to be hiding, right about now."

Bodan looks at the distracted farmer, then to Kyrel, pointing at the barn urgently.

Kyrel sighs to himself. He's going to be obstructionist now. Time to sleep, old fellow. He gestures to the others to get away from the farmer, and casts the sleep spell.

Derleth looks like he's about to argue, but noting the mage's gesturing, he backs away, saying, "Aye, tis probably nobbut wrong, then...we'd best be getting back before..." He breathes a sighs of relief as the old man hits the ground.

The paladin quickly moves out of the way, drawing back. The farmer turns, and looks curious. "Wha'...hey! You throwin' hocus at me ain't...cha..." He drops the feed back. "I'm gettin' old, tired all the time..." he sinks to his knees, before flopping over. The chickens were starting to jump into the bag, to feed, until they just hit slumber, too.

Derleth says, "Right, then. Barn." He charges toward it, flail in hand.

Kyrel says, "Sorry about the delay - I thought we might want to hear what he had to say, first. Shall we try the barn or the cellars first? You're still feeling the evil from the barn, Bodan?"

Bodan nods before he turns and sees the cleric run ahead. He just shrugs, and starts charging after the little holy man, around the side of the barn. It's a good size, an average barn. The stalls line one side, for the horses, the cow. A wagon parked in the back. Part of the wall on the other side is missing, an area inside and out is fenced in, for the chickens. A ladder leads up to the loft of the barn; the doors at the top are, curiously, closed.

Oddly enough, also, the back of the barn is quite dark. A sheet of cloth covers one of the windows, keeping that area pretty much in shadows.

Kyrel follows along, noting the covered windows and closed loft. Someone doesn't like sunlight, all right...

Derleth suspiciously eyes the darkness. He pulls out the rock in his pouch, casts the light orison on it, and tosses it towards the patch of shadow.

Nothing is discovered, as the light fills the darker corner, by the wagon. A loud "Moooo!" is heard as the light hits the area, though. Bodan looks around, before staring straight up. "Up there. Definitely."

Derleth takes out the stake he has and starts up the ladder...when he's in range, he pries open the door with the tip...

The trapdoor up into the loft easily swings open. The upper area of the barn is darker then the lower. Hay is bailed up in various areas, giving the idea of mountains within the little second floor.

Derleth hmmphs. "Well, it looks like we found the lair of all the evil hay in this area..."

Derleth says, "Kyrel ,grab me little glowstone and toss it up t' me?"

Bodan starts to shake the ladder, as he begins to climb. "Get up; me wants up there, too. Look for a coffin. They're up there."

Derleth moves to the edge of the loft, off the ladder, but not going any further into the piles of hay than he has to.

Kyrel complies, tossing the lightstone to the cleric. "Catch. I think I'd better leave the torch down here where there's just dirt." He jabs it into the ground near the door.

Derleth nods, and points the stone into the darkness, squinting.

The hay fills the loft, stacked high, giving obscuring obstacles. The paladin lifts his hand, summoning forth the hammer out of the glove, as he reaches the top. Stooping down, "Coming up?"

Kyrel says, "On my way." He climbs up once the paladin is off the ladder, and sends Kiri to the top of the loft to look over the tops of the hay bales. The bales seem clustered near the back, and there is a little path to walk evenly amid them.

Bodan, removing the stake from his own belt, stalks towards the bundles, pushing them out of the way. "Come, help."

Derleth says, "Ah dinnae like this..." He follows behind Bodan, raising up the stone to get better lighting. Using the hammer, the paladin pushes aside more of the bales and strewn hay. Pushing feet through the bundles, there is a thump as his foot hits something concealed in the straw. "Oof! Found it!"

Derleth blinks and points the stone where Bodan indicates. "Found what?"

Leaning down, he starts to brush the hay off the top. A wooden surface, so far. "I think it's the coffin! It's glowing evil!"

Kyrel says, "It's someone's coffin, at least. Get a stake ready, and let's find out whose."

Derleth grips his stake firmly. "Open'er up, Sirrah paladin."

Bodan nods, and stoops down. He fits his fingers under the lid, and Pulls...and grunts. "It's nailed shut. Tight."

Derleth says, "Damn. That's the second one. Are ye sure sommat's in there, man? We are nae gonna pull it open and have a dragon attack or somethin'?"

Kyrel says, "If it's radiating evil, there must be something in there. Why would it be nailed shut, though?"

Bodan glances up. "It glows like a bonfire..." He pushes the bails out of the way. "Maybe they don't just open it up and get in?"

Derleth says, "Bash a hole in th' lid, Bodan. We've no time for subtlety."

The paladin nods, and hefts his hammer. Taking a firm grip, he swings mightily at the top of it, taking two firm strokes.

The hammer cracks into the top mightily, with the first blow, the wood giving way with the first pound, the second breaking a larger crack in the weakened wood. But, even as he lifts again, mist pours from holes along the side of the coffin, rising in the air of the dark loft.

Derleth says, "Damn! Back off, man!" as he backpedals, trying to put space between himself and the mist..

Kyrel inhales sharply. "That's one way to do it. We need sunlight, paladin. Take out an exterior wall, quickly!"

The paladin growls, and swings his hammer at the mist... but it simply parts through the gas. He quickly retreats...and strikes the wall adjacent.

The hammer plows in, fueled by the double handed stroke, bursting a hole in the side of the wall. Nearly horizontal sunlight spears through the darkness, hitting the mist. Instantly, it backs away, a vapor rising off the already gaseous cloud. Sensing the danger, it moves downward, fleeing into the back of the barn, before moving downward, disappearing through the floor.

Kyrel says, "Down, and get the doors open!"

Derleth swears and turns, bolting for the ladder....

Kyrel is already moving as he shouts, diving down the ladder at nearly breakneck speed and heading for the main doors. "We've not got much time..."

Derleth climes down a third of the way, and then just jumps the rest of the way, landing with an oof and rolling to his feet...

Kyrel throws the barn doors wide, letting sunlight into the structure.

Derleth already starting down the ladder, as it's hit with incredible force. The wood splinters, and the cleric notices that the wood has been chopped, at various points. A curse, feminine in source, hits the air as Kyrel bolts for the door, the figure streaking in the opposite direction.

Derleth cries out. "Bodan, ware! The ladder's been sabotaged!"

Bodan is about to put his feet on the highest rung, before he hears Derleth. "What!? But how do I get down?" The figure flees the sunlight, as it spills through most of the structure, diving behind the wagon in the back.

Kyrel blinks even as he's throwing the door open. A female vampire? Could it be? He shouts, "Sara? Is that you?"

Derleth is trying to think of a solution, when Kyrel's call abruptly derails his train of thought...

There's only a moment's pause, before yellow eyes glare at the pair from beneath the wagon. A wolf crawls underneath it, growling threateningly, almost pleadingly. Then, it's snout lowered, it pushes away some dirt, and wiggles down into the earth, the black tail disappearing into the ground.

Kyrel blinks as the beast vanishes into the ground. "That's not a wolf's normal digging speed. A subterranean chamber?"

From above, the doors to the loft's window open wide. "Is there a rope down there?" The half-orc calls. "What's happening? Get the vampire!"

Derleth hesitates, and then pulls the rope from about his waist and tosses one end to Bodan. "Secure it to something, and then lets get the hell back to the town. The sun be almost down."

Kyrel frowns. "We're going to end it here. Sara's pointing the way, I think. Under the floor... let's finish this. Got your stakes?"

Bodan takes the first one, and hurries to the edge of the barn, tying it off to the rafter just above the window. Instead of climbing down, he simply rappels, until it's safe enough to drop. Grumbling, "But, if we flee to town, then they'll be on us before we can get there."

Kyrel says, "Agreed. Let's fight them here."

Derleth looks torn. "Ah dinna know that we should, Kyrel...we'd be following her into unknown territory, and leaving th' town unguarded..."

Bodan looks from one to the other. "Where'd the vampire go?"

Kyrel says, "Hardly unguarded. Vane's still there, and the clerics at the temple. We have a chance to finish it now." He nods to the paladin and points to the hole where the wolf disappeared. "Down there.""

The paladin instantly charges into the barn, avoiding a pile of manure as he goes. He crawls under the wagon to inspect the hole.

Derleth looks unhappy, but he finally agrees, moving behind the paladin with a ready light source for him...

The paladin sticks his hand into the hole, shaking his head. "A problem... We can't fit into this... It's dug by wolf, not person. Me's definitely too big." He glances up at Derleth. "What about that ring?"

Derleth shakes his head. "Already used it twice. And ahm nae sure I wanna try crawling down there meself..."

He sticks his hand in again. "It does go in the direction of the house..."

Derleth says, "All right then. We go find the cellar. Let's hop to, gents..."

Kyrel says, "We've got maybe a half hour of light."

The paladin nods, scooting to his feet, and moving quickly to the door. "Let us go, and bring the suffering to an end."

The three start into the kitchen, but Bodan halts. "Uh oh..."

Kyrel says, "What?"

"The evil. It's moved around. It was just everywhere, but now it's stronger, upstairs."

Kyrel says, "Upstairs it is, then."

Derleth sighs. "Fine, then. Let's get this over with...

The paladin nods, calling his hammer. "This way." He pushes out the door, into the hallway. The darkness of the hall, of the whole house, seems more ominous, now. Bodan starts up the stairs, followed by Kyrel and Derleth.

Bodan nearly hits the landing, before a roar of anger, of challenge, of bloodthirsty rage hits the air, behind Derleth. It charges up the stairs behind him.

Derleth whirls then, pulling his magic bottle from his hip and spitting out the command word.

The lizardman's throat and lower jaw gets the brunt of the blast, wisps of smoke pouring from the burning scales. It howls, claws rising to rub at the scorching flesh, before glaring at the cleric, and running up the last bit, arm up in lead for a charge, and to ward off any more holy water from its face.

As the wounded vampire comes up against Derleth, its frame slams into his, its fist crunching into his stomach. The cleric's soul, it seems, tugs and wrenches inside, almost burning his essence, a blight on his spirit. Derleth staggers, letting out a choked cry as he momentarily collapses on the stairs...

Bodan swivels, hearing the call, and yells out in surprise. He pulls out a javelin from his quiver, and hefts it past Kyrel's head and down at the vampire. The weapon sails in, over the downed cleric, and spears the lizardman through the stomach. Its hand drops as it hisses in utter frustration, though it sounds unpained at the weapon in its side. Bodan calls, "I have no magic javelins to hurt them!"

Kyrel pulls a magic arrow from his quiver, aiming carefully at the lizard.

The arrow streaks in, scoring the lizard in the right breast. Where the javelin was an inconvenience, this is a true pain, and it squeals, nearly stumbling off the stairs.

Derleth grabs the stake in his hand, and summoning what strength he has left after being struck with that soul-crushing blow, lunges forward at the lizardman's chest...

The lizardman starts to move out of the way, hissing...and stops dead in its tracks, the stake plowing through dead scale and bone, spearing its unbeating heart. The creature stiffens, before simply falling onto the cleric, its form limp, unmoving, a pincushion of missile weaponry.

Derleth groans and kicks the lifeless body off him. "Hatchet." he grunts, holding out a hand to Kyrel.

Kyrel hands over his camp ax. "Here. You want to do the honors?"

Derleth doesn't say anything, just staggers over to the prone vampire and unhesitatingly cleaving the lizardman's head from its body. The body disintegrates once it�s headless, the creature gone. Bodan moves down the stairs. "Do you need healing?"

Kyrel says, "Make it quick. We need to do the same to the dwarf before he can heal, and it's nearly dusk."

Derleth nods, wheezing and still not in the best of shape...

The paladin scurries down the stairs, and lays his healing hand onto Derleth's chest. He focuses inward, letting the power of the suffering lord flow into the other holy man.

Bodan turns, and glares up the stairway. "What about Sara?"

Derleth gulps, slowly calming from his brush with death. "Worry bout Sara when we get to her...upstairs..."

Derleth picks up his flail where he dropped it...not taking his eyes away from the bottom of the stairs this time...

The paladin nods, and starts up again, gripping the hammer with both hands, ready to crunch anything that may oppose them.

The trio makes it to the top of the stairs, where they are greeted with the sharp, rumbling chuckle of a familiar dwarf.

Derleth grunts, "Come out, Ebrek. We'd like to feed ye a stake dinner..."

Another sharp laugh. "Hah. Come on, me fellows, out into the open."

Kyrel says, "Where are you, vampire?"

Derleth pushes past the other two, his eyes bloodshot with hatred as he moves into the hallway.

Bodan follows the Cleric. Ebrek is standing at the end of the hall, grinning fiercely under his beard. Bedecked in his armor and his weaponry, he seems to almost give off an unholy light. "Welcome. Y'had to wake me up, in the middle of me beauty sleep, did ye? Rather annoyin', it is. Luckily, I'm all patched up."

Derleth spits at the dwarf, trying not to show his weakness. "Oh good. Ah'd hate fer this t'be too easy, ye filthy bloodsucker. Ye'll know pain afore ye get sent t' oblivion."

The paladin looks ready to charge, knuckles white on the hammer.

Another rumbling chuckle. "Really?" He sets the axe head down on the floor, glancing into the room adjacent, before looking back. "Now, I'm givin' ye one last chance, to hand over me property." At that, from an open doorway in front of him, walks a familiar face. The boy looks a little ragged, and dirty, but his cheeks still rosy with blood. Tomals glances up at the trio.

He looks behind him at the dwarf, then at them. "Please, give him what he wants..."

Derleth hesitates, and then looks at Bodan, an unspoken gesture to sense if he's been turned...

Kyrel sighs, his eyes flicking away from the dwarf for a moment before moving back. "Can't do that, Tomals. You remember what I told you about negotiating with evil."

The paladin glances at Derleth, smiling grimly, reassuringly, to the cleric.

Ebrek sighs, and walks up behind the boy, pulling the axe along, but not wielding it, yet. His hand lifts, brushing over the boy's throat. "Really, now, mage? Yer willing to watch the boy squirm?" Tomals visibly shudders, a test of wills showing in the boy's face, but he loses.

Bodan shudders, a moment, before growling, violently shaking his head. "Let the boy go! His suffering is at an end, when we burn the dead skin from your stubby bones."

Derleth seems frozen by indecision...he does not think he could bear to bring news of Tomals death back to his family...

Kyrel says, "Willing is the wrong word, vampire, and it is not by our doing. You're the one who insisted on bringing him into it, and all your twisted words do not change that."

The dwarf gazes around the boy, staring intently at the half elf. "I see your brother is missing," He says, grinning. "Twisted, they may be, but power backs them up, wizard."

Kyrel is not going to sit and wait for the light to fade. He surreptitiously starts the spell, aiming the lightning bolt not for the vampire but for the sunward side of the roof behind him.

The lightning bolt zips through the air, its tendrils and zigzags nearly caressing the boy's face, though it does lift his hair by the energy. The blue-white streak slams into the wall, spearing through it, blackening the edges as flame starts to spout from the hole. Though, through the smoke, sunlight, actually twilight, knifes in. Ebrek, letting loose a shriek, pushes the boy aside, as he dives into the adjacent room.

Kyrel grins viciously as the electrical blast opens a path for sunlight. "Quick, before he can desolidify, get the door open!"

Derleth wastes no time, pushing the boy aside and moving after the dwarf....

Bodan and Derleth make it to the door, finding the room dark except for the shard of sunlight on the floor. However, the sound of Tomals chanting fills their ears, from behind.

Kyrel charges the young mage as he starts chanting, but fails to knock the young human over. He cringes as the spell activates....

Mist fills the hallway. It spills between the holy men's feet, its source the young spellcaster from behind. A simple spell, creating fog, but it does its job, filling the air so thick that one can't see more then 5 feet before them.

Derleth chokes and pulls his lightstone free, trying to penetrate into the thick mist. He and the paladin push into the bedroom, to try to find Ebrek along the back wall, his shield up.

Bodan starts into the fog filled room, but then stops, as he curses the dark gods. "He's not here!"

Kyrel says, "He can't go outside yet, Bodan. Where'd he go?"

The paladin looks around. "I don't know! Downstairs? The cellar?"

Derleth curses. "Find th' cellar steps, e' must be there!"

Kyrel says, "Can't you feel where the evil is coming from, paladin?"

He glances downward, then pushes through the doorway. "It's definitely moving down. Come on, the pain shall be smote from this house."

Kyrel says, "No, not the cellar - if there even is one. The loose boards in the floor. Check there while I open the curtains in that room... quickly!"

Derleth runs, vaults over the railing, and bull-rushes down the steps.

If Derleth were more careful with his speedy descent, he'd have noticed the absence of the body at the foot to the steps. And, as he comes out into the hall, on either side of the cleric, vampires close in, their soul draining hands leading.

The first one misses, but the second hits Derleth square in the side. His essence, already torn, begins to pull, once more, but then halts. Derleth is sent reeling, but a whispered plea to Lliara strengthens his spiritual armor and his soul keeps its integrity...

Kyrel hears Derleth's shout and decides to take a different route down. He heads for the shattered opening in the wall, intending to drop down and open the door again, letting the sunlight into the house while there still is some.

The wall of the farmhouse is indeed shattered where the lightning bolt had torn through it. Kyrel kneels and holds onto the edge, carefully lowering himself most of the way to the ground before letting himself drop the rest of the way. Kiri chitters and flies around him worriedly until he's got his feet on the ground again.

The two close in on Derleth, swinging in time, but fail, as the Cleric skitters back. He scrambles back up the stairs, clutching his medallion as he invokes a protective prayer....his body suddenly shines with light, and a holy aura emanates from him, protecting him from the dark power of the lurking vampires.

The paladin pushes past Derleth and his protection, wading into the throng of the vampires. With power behind his swing, he comes in, both hands gripping tight to the haft. First, an overhand chop to the one on the left, using the momentum to bring added punch to the second.

The hammer all but shatters one of the vampire's shoulders, then swings in, connecting viciously with the second's chest, nearly sending it to the floor. The first grunts in pain, swinging its good arm at the half-orc.

The blow is easily cast aside in a parry by the half-orc's hammer. The other vampire stumbles backwards, moving away from the holy men.

Kyrel flings open the door to the front room again, this time leaving it open as he enters, standing in the fading but still potent sunlight and looking around carefully for more vampire spawn or Ebrek himself.

Kyrel, seeing no vampires, quickly moves to pull down the curtains in the room, adding even more light to it.

Derleth stumbles back down and worms past Bodan...he faces the one reeling backwards, eyes set in controlled anger and spits out a holy word, pointing his outstretched palm at the vampire. Holy light spills forth shooting towards the undead...

The light pierces the vampire, scorching flesh and sending it shrieking to the floor, before it becomes gaseous. It rises, starting to move down the hall, towards, unknowingly, Kyrel's position. Bodan moves after the other, swinging his hammer viciously at the wounded thing.

After being crunched on the floor, spasming disgustingly, it too turns, drifting after it's twin.

Derleth swears sulphurously. "Find those damn stairs!"

Kyrel has done the best he could with sunlight, and is now prying up the loose floorboards that they had noted earlier.

The floorboards expose disturbed earth, below. However, hollowed tubes of wood stick up from the exposed dirt.

Derleth pahs and he sees what Kyrel has found. "This be what Ebrek were up to. Easy escape route."

The two gaseous clouds hang at the edge of the hall, now unsure where to go, before speeding back towards the pair of holy men.

Kyrel grins wolfishly to himself as he sees the wooden tubes. Okay. Seal these up and they can't use them in gas form.

Bodan nods to the cleric, and starts to search, himself, pushing into another room.

The clouds head straight for the stairs, and both try to slide under the steps.

Kyrel pulls on the wooden tubes, and finds that they twist up out of the loose earth easily. He starts to yank them loose, packing the loose earth into the gaps. The holes seal up easily.

Derleth stops in his haste and makes for the steps....pulling out his flail once more, he bashes at the steps, trying to follow....

One of the steps cracks under the weight, before simply sliding off its slats, exposing a hollow space underneath. One of the clouds is still in the area under the stairs.

Derleth does not stop, swinging his flail down over and over, dealing death to many a wooden step. The path is quickly cleared, at least for access. The space under the stairs looks about the size of a closet, and indeed has a door, across from Derleth. However, leaning up against the wall is a coffin. The gas hangs in the little closet.

Derleth calls out, ""Ere! Ah found one!"

The gas finally decides to flee fully, seeping below the floorboards.

Kyrel finishes sealing the vampire's escape route and looks up as he hears Derleth's voice. He calls to Kiri and they follow the sound.

Derleth swears again. "Damn. Nobbut a dead end."

Derleth tries to open the lid of the coffin, but finds again that it�s been nailed shut. He growls and hits the coffin haphazardly with his flail.

Soon the lid has a gaping hole in the front, and the vampire spawn can be seen within, its form twisted and unhealed, vulnerable.

Derleth holds out a hand. "Stake please."

Kyrel clambers down the stairs and into the gap, just in time to hear the request. "Now we're getting somewhere." He hands the cleric a stake.

Across the little room, the door swings open, exposing the paladin. His shoulders slump. "Damn it!"

Derleth shoves the stake into the vampire's chest, removing the hatchet from his belt as his protective aura fades. The stake pierces into the vampire's chest, simply sending it into a slight tremor.

Derleth grunts, mildly satisfied, and then pulls the corpse out of the coffin, letting it thud to the ground, he finishes the grisly business and cleanly separates head from torso.

The paladin shakes his head. "Ok, me has looked everywhere but the kitchen... did it have a door?"

Kyrel says, "Let's not waste time on these. We still have to find.. wait a minute. No other doors through there, Bodan?"

Derleth says, "Only one leadin' outside that ah saw."

"Maybe there's some storm doors?"

Derleth blinks. "Sound thinking, boyo. Let�s look outside.�

Kyrel says, "Any sense of evil at the moment?"

The paladin wastes no time, running from the room, and out. He makes it into the far end of the hall, and sprints into the kitchen.

Derleth follows behind, taking a moment to procure more stakes from Kyrel.

It's nearly darkness, as the three make it outside. They needn't go very far; just around the side of the house, the trio spots a set of storm doors.

Derleth looks at his companions. "D'we dare it? Ah've but a few prayers left...and we 'ave to face Ebrek an' possibly Sara...wi'out the sun as our ally.

Bodan hefts his hammer. "Do we want to prolong the suffering, another night?"

Kyrel says, "Can we stay the night safely? We may have to chance it. Unless you have a circle of protection handy, we'll just get attacked on their terms, not ours..."

Derleth shakes his head. "Ah dinnae want to...ah just dinnae know if'n ah have th' strength left..."

Derleth considers. "M' prayer of consecration were reft from me when the lizard hit...ah've no area protection spells.�

Kyrel glances toward the paladin. "Bodan?"

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