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Luz gave him a puzzled look.
"Your boss?" she asked.
Merren raised an eyebrow and then walked over to the now unobstructed door and opened it.
"The Lord of Owls does not like three things, beautiful sunny days, jokes... and any aberration that defies the laws of life and death," he said and then went out and closed the door.
Leaving the inn the half-elf took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of burnt wood and then turned his gaze towards the center of the village where the feral vampires were feasting on the corpses of the poor inhabitants.
The vampires looked like ordinary people, humans, elves, half-elves, dwarves and goliaths, dressed in simple clothes and yet their pale skin and scarlet eyes combined with blood-stained mouths gave them an extremely disturbing appearance.
Taking a few steps forward Merren caught their attention.
"Okay pale bastards! The snack is finished! I kindly ask you to all line up and let yourselves be impaled by my sword, it will be quick and painless... for me, for you? I don’t fucking care!"
At the sound of the half-elf's voice, the feral vampires stopped from their banquet, looking at the young bard and hissing.
Others immediately emerged from the shadows, forming a small group of eight vampires.
Merren got into a defensive stance, sword in his right hand while his left was lit up by jolts of green and black electricity.
"Not so fast!", Luz exclaimed, attracting the bard's attention as the girl threw a glyph on the ground right in the middle of the vampires.
Thorny tendrils immediately rose from the ground, hampering most of them while Amity brought her girlfriend to her side, generating a magic circle and summoning an abomination to next to herself.
"If you think we're going to let you fight these creatures alone then you're in for a big surprise!", exclaimed Luz, showing a small smile, Stringbean in the form of a staff clutched in her hands and globes of light next to her to illuminate the night.
"We are not the kind of people who stand by and do nothing!", commented Amity, who in turn had Ghost illuminated by purple energy.
Merren smiled, bobbing her head slightly.
"It's fine, the more we are, the more fun we have!", he exclaimed, pointing his left hand towards the feral vampire closest to himself.
Casting the Hex spell, Merren branded the undead creature with a curse, carving a purple X into his chest.
The half-elf's eyes lit up as he casted another spell.
Two beams of green and black energy shot from his hand, penetrating the right shoulder and leg of one of the vampires who hissed in pain.
The rest of the vampires sprinted toward them, half careless as they ran through the barbed tendrils that cut into their flesh.
One of them reached Merren, attempting to claw at him with its sharp nails only to encounter a barrier of magical force raised by the half-elf with a wave of his arm, protecting himself.
Amity's abomination wasn't so lucky as one of the vampires clawed it deeply, tearing large chunks of purple slime from their body.
"Okay, quick lesson in vampire hunting, they dislike sunlight, running water, and any spell that produces radiant energy!", Merren exclaimed, alerting the two witches.
"Radiant energy?" Luz asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, holy light spells and such!" replied the half-elf, holding the barrier up.
The human witch narrowed her eyes, quickly flipping through her tome.
"I think I have something like that!" she exclaimed, tearing off a sheet of paper and pressing it.
Immediately her palm was irradiated with white light and aiming it at the vampire who was approaching Amity, she fired a beam of lethal light that hit the undead, burning him in flames of white light and causing his body to writhe in pain.
Amity showed a determined smile, generating a magic circle.
"It may not be a light spell but it will still hurt!", she exclaimed, shooting four beams of purple flame at the vampire just hit by Luz.
Her flames shot past, burning the right leg, left shoulder, right side of the face and chest of the monster and he screamed, feeling his flesh burn.
"Abomination! Maul it!", she exclaimed immediately after, ordering the summoning to eliminate him.
The abomination turned towards the vampire and with a groan clenched his fists, forming spiked maces and proceeded to deliver two blows to the creature.
Unfortunately the undead was fast enough to dodge the attacks, hissing and turning his bloodthirsty gaze towards the purple-haired witch who grimaced.
Meanwhile Merren saw the rest of the vampires starting to reach them.
The half-elf's pupils lit up a blinding blue, as did a tattoo that appeared on his neck.
Raising his left hand he pointed his index finger at the center of the mass of tendrils, a scarlet spark burning on the tip of his finger.
"As a wise lizardfolk obsessed with swords and shields said once, just fireball! Arde!"
Immediately the spark was thrown into the middle of the tendrils and in an instant it caused a large explosion of fire, generating thunder and unbearable heat, incinerating five vampires instantly while only one of them survived, one step away from being roasted however.
Both Luz and Amity looked at the scene, quite impressed.
Apparently what he said was true, Merren was really a tough one.
The rest of the vampires were about to react when something else caught their attention, a flap of wings and a cry similar to that of a bird of prey was heard in the night.
"And now? What's going on!?" Amity asked, looking around her.
"It sounds like the cry of an eagle!", Luz commented, confused.
Merren narrowed his eyes, spotting something landing on the roof of one of the nearby houses.
A figure raised an arm, surveying the undead horde with cold determination.
"Sol Invictus!"
A female voice was heard this time and in the blink of an eye, a huge sphere of light exploded in the sky, illuminating the village like daylight and blinding the bard and the two witches for a moment.
Worse happened to the vampires, however, as they immediately began to catch fire, two of them were even reduced to ash.
"Daggerwind! Attack!", exclaimed the female voice again and with another bird of prey cry, the large creature took flight, leaping towards one of the undead and with one claw it tore him in two while with another it tore off an arm from the last remaining vampire .
Opening their eyes, the three were surprised to see a mythical creature appear in front of them in all its magnificence.
A white-feathered falcon with the back of a black stallion, an hippogriff.
On its back was a young woman clad in full armor of silver plates with a collar of white fur, skin of an unnatural paleness and a face as smooth as porcelain with two piercing eyes the color of gold and a long, smooth hair white as snow.
In her left hand she held a black metal halberd with a thin silver blade and a sharp point on the head.
The vampire hissed and realizing that she was clearly outnumbered, she decided that retreat would have been the most sensible option.
She tried to sprint, running away from all of them but unfortunately her escape was short as the young woman with a rapid movement of the halberd whose blade was illuminated by a menacing radiant energy collided with the undead, releasing a flash and a thunder as it mowed down the her body, shattering it into hundreds ...
The two witches looked at this very impressed while Merren showed a small smile.
"Was that a Divine Smite? Are you a paladin?", he asked, approaching the hippogriff.
The young woman eyed the half-elf and then nodded.
"Are you all fine? Do you need any healing?", she asked in a calm tone, observing the three carefully.
"Mh, no I'm almost unharmed, you two?", asked Merren in turn, turning to Luz and Amity.
"We're fine too, except for my abomination," Amity replied, eyeing her creation as it began to melt, becoming a puddle.
"Well, if you are in good shape you can help me put out the flames... especially there, there is a risk that the whole village will burn," the woman said, pointing to the spot where Merren had thrown the fireball. .
The half-elf laughed nervously.
"Yeah... those feral vampires are also arsonists, when you think it can't get any worse... you end up with something you don't expect," he said, showing a nervous expression and placing his fists on the hips.
Both Luz and Amity glared at him.
"Please, you must burn the bodies, unfortunately giving them a worthy burial will only prolong the problem of feral vampires", began the paladin, instructing the village guards who nodded, looks proven by the hard night on their faces.
Then she took her leave, turning and joining the trio sitting at a table in the inn.
Luz and Amity had noticeable dark circles under their eyes and were tired as Merren supported his head with one arm, his face in the midst of sleep that was interrupted as the young woman placed her iron-gloved hand on the table.
"I thank you for your help and your courage, if it hadn't been for you this village would have ended up the same way as the previous ones I have already visited", she began, causing worried expressions in Luz and Amity.
"Has something like this happened before?" Amity asked.
"Yes unfortunately, there have been feral vampire attacks in the last few weeks, they intensified during the onset of the Blood Moon," she revealed, causing the two witches to exchange a meaningful look.
"Well, it happens... the Blood Moon always attracts a lot of misfortune," Merren said, rubbing his face.
"At least hopefully it won't be another demonic invasion like what happened two hundred years ago"
"Wow, this Blood Moon sucks," Luz commented with a grimace.
"In any case, it is also thanks to your intervention that we made it," began the witch of abominations and then stretched out a hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Amity"
The young woman eyed the gesture and then returned it with a kind smile.
"My pleasure, I'm Freya"
"Uh, like the Norse Goddess of Love," Luz murmured, smiling slightly.
Freya showed a puzzled look.
"Norse? Where do you come from is that what you call the Goddess Irudd?", she asked.
Luz widened her eyes, showing a nervous expression.
"Uhh of course, we come from the north... a very far north!"
Freya narrowed her eyes, showing a doubtful expression.
"I understand...and I happen to be a devotee of Mother Earth," she said, showing a pendant on her neck with the symbol of her Goddess, a tree with roots woven into a ring.
"A nice pendant, also my name is Luz, nice to meet you," the human said, shaking her hand.
"And I am Merren, enchanted," the half-elf exclaimed with a smirk, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
"Cringe," Luz murmured as Amity rolled her eyes at the gesture.
Freya on the other hand giggled slightly.
"Gentleman," she said and then crossed her arms.
"Anyway, I'm looking for help, I'm investigating the source of the recent increase in vampiric attacks and I've found a clue as to where to go, but going there alone would be a risk and you seem like people capable of facing this kind of challenge, would you like to help me ?", asked the paladin.
Luz and Amity exchanged a dubious look while Merren shrugged.
"It depends, what do I get out of it?" he asked, tilting his head a little.
"The gratification of helping people and bringing some peace to these lands?" Freya suggested, raising an eyebrow.
"Peace and altruism don't fill your stomach unfortunately," the half-elf replied with a slight smile and a wave of his hand.
"Then pocketing what the remains of fallen vampires have to offer? Because from what I saw, you didn't stop from plundering what remained of the feral vampires you incinerated," Freya replied in turn.
"Did you plunder the vampires?" Luz asked, slightly surprised, turning her gaze to the half-elf.
The latter shrugged.