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Post by Kaitan on Aug 26, 2004 18:16:00 GMT -5
Kaitan draws the shades from the Inn to him. They whisper their taunts and threats to Kaitan, but he ignores them. Kaitan draws his chain and walks in. He grabs the wall just above the archway and swings himself up onto the wall.
Kaitan quickly and silently creeps on the walls and ceiling into the main chamber. There are about a dozen people there, most of them robed. Two of them draw Kaitan's eye. Both have the stench of demons or devils about them. One isn't wearing a robe and is bizarre in appearance, covered in patterned scars and tattoos. The other is robed. Nothing can be seen of his face at all.
The group is centered around a profane altar in the center of the room. The stench of death is strong about it. Lying on the altar is a strange weapon with a long handle and a short, black blade.
Kaitan whips his chain toward the people below, dropping down and flipping upright as he does so. Two of the robed figures fall in the initial assault, both impaled by the sharpened weights at either end of the chain.
The rest of the group closes on Kaitan, and several ready spells. A few skeletons shamble from another room. Kaitan smiles slightly and releases the shades. They fly like arrows into the skeletons, possessing their undead bodies. Kaitan and the skeletons begin to attack in unison, slaughtering the occultists rather easily.
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Feyr
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Post by Feyr on Aug 26, 2004 18:27:08 GMT -5
One of the few remaining cultists, Feyr, breaks away from the fray and dashes for the weapon on the altar. Kaitan lunges after him. Feyr slashes at him with the strange weapon, cutting deeply into Kaitan's chest. Kaitan is surprised when he is thrown back by the force of the blow. Surely no human could have done such a thing?
Feyr glances at the other occultists. The strange robed one, who Feyr knows as the Eyeless One, nods slightly. Feyr runs out of the Den before the vampire can recover. The Eyeless One smiles beneath his hood and disappears.
Kaitan slays the rest of the occultists with his bare hands, painting strange patterns upon the walls with their blood.
He casts a spell and all of the bodies, as well as everything else organic in the Den, disintegrates into skeletal remains, then dust, then nothing.
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Sebrintai
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Betwixt a Lady and the 'Loths?
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Post by Sebrintai on Oct 5, 2004 18:45:25 GMT -5
*The Halfling woman with the deep dark pits of eyes wanders across the sewers. Ah, not too fine a place, true, and the smell is rather bad. But she likes it. She smiles as she wanders.*
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