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"There were two rays, asshole", he exclaimed, pushing the corpse to the ground and with a leap, slashing at the dwarf vampire, stunning him and making him lose concentration on the spell only to be finished off by the tip of Freya's halberd in full face.
Dropping the corpse, the young Aasimar turned her gaze towards the statue and stretched out a hand to bring it to the stone sword, grasping it and pulling it out.
As soon as the blade reached the halfway point there was a click and the sound of gears, showing a secret passage opening in the wall to their left.
"Okay, let's go!", she exclaimed, warning the rest of the group.
"Wait, can we steal their stuff first?" Merren asked, approaching the body of the decapitated vampire.
"We don't have time! The other vampires will already be arriving!", replied the paladin.
"Sure, but we have the muddy hand there to keep them busy... how long do you think it can last?", asked the half-elf, turning to Amity.
She eyed her creation, hearing shots coming from outside but bouncing off on the hand, the only exception being a small crossbow bolt that barely penetrated it.
"It holds for now," the witch replied, shrugging.
"See, we have time," the bard smiled.
Freya let out an annoyed sigh.
"You're impossible," she muttered, taking her symbol in her hand and casting Detect Magic.
"Video veritatem!"
An aura of magical perception enveloped her, allowing her to see sources and objects of magical power.
Looking at her companions she perceived their magical objects and then spotted the remains of the vampires.
Only one had magical items on him, the vampire she had beheaded.
With a snort she took the corpse and under the confused gaze of the three she expanded the bag of holding and forced it inside.
"Done, now let's go!", she exclaimed, running towards the secret passage.
Without being told twice, the rest of the group followed her, climbing some stairs and reaching an exit that took them to a dark alley in the city.
"Come on, let's head to the inn, there we'll see what to do now," said the paladin, walking away.
Merren, on the other hand, took a few moments to recover from what he had seen and with a little curiosity, he rummaged in his bag and took the parchment given by that drow vampire.
Opening it he noticed that there was also a map inside, which made him somewhat perplexed.
Reading the letter as he walked, he suddenly stopped, which his companions noticed.
They saw the half-elf's face become progressively paler and also noticed that he was starting to tremble slightly.
"Merren...is everything okay?", Luz asked, worried as she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"No...he found it...the worst possible scenario, one I couldn't even imagine," he murmured, shaking his head in disbelief.
"What are you talking about? Who is he? Who found what?" asked the Latina.
"Count Malakia Blackwood... the vampire I have to hunt by the order of the Lord of Owls, the vampire depicted on that statue! He found it! He has found the tomb of Azoth the Mad... ", he exclaimed, arousing an aura of fear and extremely worried expressions on the faces of the two witches and the paladin.
This was going to be a very rough night.
A tense silence hovered in the room of the inn as the deep night covered the city of Pearlpoint, the scarlet half moon marked the eighth day of the month and a restlessness was about to manifest itself in the hearts of Amity and Luz as they sat in an armchair next to the fireplace, the purple-haired witch sitting on th...
Freya was a few steps to his right, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed across her chest, her body now clad in a simple white nightgown, eager to hear an explanation.
"Mmm... Azoth the Mad, a wizard born in the Pale Desert, the southwest region of Artania, a wizard brilliant, ambitious... and with a heart as black as darkness," he said, his eyes narrowing.
"He became famous for starting the Scarlet War over two hundred years ago, making a pact with Leemogog, Prince of Demonic Beasts and one of the three generals of Ahzmodain, he called forth a horde of demons during the Blood Moon and brought chaos and destruction throughout the Middle Realm, destroying cities, breaking ...
"But as with many stories, they have closures, Tristan Gueveirr became a patron saint and a legend, Zraskan became a cultist subservient to the power of an Ancient Red Dragon... and both met their ends a couple of years ago at the hands of two adventurers now famous for their exploits", he added while the rest of the g...
"As for Azoth? He is dead, gone... killed by ancient heroes of the past and the legendary paladin, his remains recovered by fanatics who admired him and buried so his enemies could not find him and learn his dark secrets," he said and then let out a sigh .
"What does Malakia Blackwood have to do with all this? Well, he too was a victim of Azoth, he was once the count of a small city in the mountains, they lived comfortably... until the horde of demons knocked on their doors, slaughtering his subjects while the Count remained watching, helplessly," he said, staring at the...
After another sigh he continued the story.
"I didn't find much information about him when the Lord of Owls tasked me with killing him after they made me their warlock, all I know is that he made a pact with dark forces, becoming a vampire and relegating the same destiny for his subjects to face the demonic hordes, but after the year that marked the end of the S...
"From what I've read, the informations are cloudy, but basically for an entire week the paladin faced the vampire, killing him just before dawn and then resurrecting the following night and starting all over again... until one day, Blackwood didn't show up, he had fled decreeing Gueveirr's victory and was never heard f...
Amity and Luz exchanged very worried looks as Freya approached the half-elf, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Go and rest, we'll think about what to do tomorrow," she said in an apprehensive tone.
Merren nodded slightly and then stood up while the paladin turned her gaze to the two witches.
"You too need a night's rest"
"You're right, better go to sleep... today was a stressful day", nodded Amity and then got up and took Luz by the hand.
"Good night Freya," she said in a calm tone.
"Good night Luz, good night Amity," the young Aasimar said back, giving them a light smile.
"Good night Freya," said Amity, giving her a final farewell before heading with her girlfriend to their rooms.
Freya let out a light yawn and then watched as Merren returned to the living room with the lute in his hand and finally sat down on the floor.
"What are you doing?" asked the paladin, perplexed.
"I am going to raise the Tiny Hut, you can never be careful with vampires at our heel," he replied, starting to tune the musical instrument and pluck some strings.
The young Aasimar smiled sweetly and then sat down next to the half-elf.
"Can I keep you company in the meantime?" she asked.
Merren smiled slightly.
"Be my guest," he shrugged and then began playing a sweet, comfortable melody.
Luz and Amity heard the song produced by the half-elf and smiled warmly, hugging each other in bed, covered up to their shoulders and with palismen balled up at their feet.
"Good night Amity," Luz whispered, closing her eyes.
"Good night Luz," the witch whispered to her, placing a light kiss on her forehead and finally closing her eyes.
Merren spent ten minutes completing the ritual, watching as the dome interposed with the walls, becoming transparent.
When he was finished, he let out a sigh, lowering his lute as he felt something land on his left shoulder.
Raising an eyebrow he looked over and then smiled softly as he saw Freya's sleeping face, lovely and at peace.
He gave her a gentle caress on her cheek with his thumb and then carefully picked her up and carried her to her room and finally took his leave for the night.
"What exactly are you doing?" Amity asked, confused as the half-elf played a monotonous tune.
It was early in the morning and the group was sitting around a table having breakfast with cups of hot tea, milk and some freshly baked pastries from the nearby bakery.
"I make room for Identify, for Disguise Self I don't think I'll need it, so I'll forget about it for today," Merren replied, continuing to play the melody on his lute.
"You can ...forget the spells?" Luz asked, confused.
"Yup, there are an infinite number of spells and a mortal mind cannot memorize them all, many artificers, clerics, druids, paladins and wizards can forget the spells they have in their minds through a concentration exercise and memorize new ones once a day ...or at least those that wizards have in their spell books, me...
"How limited?" Amity asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Only one spell per day for another from the same circle, this means that if I only have one spell from the third circle I cannot forget one from the second to remember another from a higher circle," he explained.
"It seems kind of arbitrary," Luz commented, eating a scone.
"Not really, this is a relatively recent thing, in the past you could forget spells to memorize others only when you improved and learned new spells or moved on to higher circle ones, but with the founding of the Empire and its reform of the magical teaching, these concentration techniques have developed, giving more e...
"Good and now that I've done it, we can take a look at what was decent about the vampire whose skull Freya split in two," he commented, rummaging in the paladin's bag, hanging on the coat rack.
"Wait, you don't want to take the body here I hope!? We're having breakfast, for Titan's sake!", commented Amity, extremely disgusted.
"Don't worry, I got rid of the body a while ago," Freya said calmly, sipping from her cup of tea.
"Apparently vampire corpses burn in sunlight anyway," she added, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing like discussing body disposal on your first morning to whet your appetite," Luz muttered with a slight frown.
The half-elf proceeded with his ritual, casting Identify.
"Video veritatem!"
Carrying the magic-imbued pearl, the young bard identified the leather armor, two pairs of glasses, and a potion.
"So, we have interesting things here too, first of all a Glamoured Studded Leather Armor, this is a magical armor with a first degree enchantment of protection, basically it's like Amity's Stone of Protection but without sucking", he said taking the blue leather armor in his hands and earning a glare from the witch.
"Plus it has a nice illusory effect that allows you to change its appearance, so you can give it any look you like," he added, making Luz quite interested.
"I don't care, my adamantine armor is far better suited to my needs," said the half-elf.
"The same goes for my armor," Freya commented.
"So it's a decision between the two of us," Amity said, eyeing the armor.
"Do you want it, hermosa?", Luz asked with a slight smile.
In response the witch showed a slight sneer.
"No, you take it, my stone is enough," she said, eyeing the half-elf and pointing to the stone floating above her head.
In response, Merren narrowed his eyes at her and then quickly reached out and tried to grab the floating stone a few times but with little success.
"Not so easy to catch, huh?" Amity replied with a smirk and her arms crossed.
"Just because I'm half asleep," he muttered, showing a slight pout.
"Suuure," the witch said, making her girlfriend giggle a little.
"Anyway... the next item are the Goggles of Night, whoever wears them can see in the dark and whoever can already see normally in the dark has the visual range doubled if they wears them", explained the bard and then handed Luz a pair of glasses with the peculiar shape of owl eyes and beak.
"I guess they're convenient for you since among the four of us you're the only one who can't see in the dark," she began, making Amity rather strange.
"Um, I can't see in the dark either," she commented, making Merren and Freya the stunned ones this time.
"Really? Yet you said you were a half-elf, half-elves naturally see in the dark," commented the bard.
"I lied, I'm actually a witch," said the other, shrugging.
"So "witch" is the name of your species?" Merren asked, confused.
"Yes," nodded the other.
"Ah, so you're basically like a Gith," the other commented with a nod.
"What is a Gith?" the witch asked, confused.
"Gith is the general name for the Githyanki and Githzerai, they inhabit the Astral Plane and are basically elves with innate psionic powers... except they aren't elves as they don't have their general good looks, not meditating instead of sleeping and they are not immune to sleep magic nor resistant to charm, but they ...