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"Oh no! We will not accept his invitation! This is crazy!", exclaimed Amity, extremely against the idea.
"Voluntarily entering a vampire den is a terrible, terrible idea and you know it!", Luz said, shaking her head.
"That's true, damn true... but we have one chance to find out what they're up to and then, we have time to come up with an escape plan if anything goes wrong," Merren said, crossing her arms.
Amity and Luz exchanged dubious glances.
It was a very orthodox and risky idea, but they knew they had a chance and no matter how bad it was they couldn't help but nod.
"Okay, we might as well start the escape plan now, how do we leave if everything goes south, which it most likely will?", Luz asked, crossing her arms.
"Well, I have Dimension Door, a fourth circle spell that allows me to teleport along with someone else near me within five hundred feet, I don't even need to see where I need to teleport," said the young bard.
"Mh, I see...and I think I can do something similar with my abomination magic," Amity nodded.
"This brings us to a problem though, surely there will be many magic users there who can interrupt our spells," Freya said with a serious look.
"Yeah, we'll have to use something that allows us not to be seen while casting spells," commented the half-elf.
"Uh, I have a glyph that can create a curtain of fog, could that help us?", Luz suggested.
"Mh, we could work with that", nodded the paladin.
"So then, you and Freya could use the glyph after my signal, in order to shield ourselves from any counterspells and Amity and I could all teleport to an agreed point, perhaps outside the doors of the room where we will have dinner or outside the entrance doors of any place we will be taken to," Merren added.
"Sounds like a good plan," commented the witch of abominations.
"Okay, so now... what do we do?", Luz asked, tilting her head a little.
"What we always do, we go and sell the stuff we don't need and get ready," he said and then took out the items they had taken from the tower.
"The ring, the broom and the portable hole... who wants what?" asked the half-elf.
"Honestly none of them intrigue me," Amity shrugged.
"Could I have the broom? My ranged options are somewhat limited," the paladin said, raising a hand.
Merren shrugged, handing him the magical object.
"So, it's just you and me left, ring versus dimensional bag," the bard said, crossing his arms.
Luz nodded, her eyes narrowing.
"Which do you think is worth more?" she asked.
"Are we talking about monetary value or usage?" Merren asked in turn.
"You know what I'm aiming for," Luz replied with a smirk.
The half-elf raised an eyebrow.
"From what I know, the market price of a Ring of Protection is around three thousand gold coins, while a Portable Hole can go up to five thousand," he replied.
"Then I'll take the hole," said the witch and then did some mental calculations and finally snorted.
"If I don't suck at math I'd say I'm down by a little over a thousand coins," she muttered.
"I can give them to you," Amity began, giving her a sweet smile.
Luz's eyes widened at that proposal.
"Are you serious?", she asked, incredulous and receiving an affirmative nod from the witch.
"Oh Amity you are the best girlfriend in the world!", she exclaimed, hugging her and kissing her face several times, which genuinely made the witch giggle.
Merren smirked at Freya as she saw the scene.
"Greed works wonders in a relationship," he whispered.
The paladin snorted a light laugh, shaking her head.
The door of the store opened abruptly, making Aluisius jump, intent on sipping a cup of tea.
He quizzically watched Luz's figure enter, a determined look on her face as she approached the merchant, placing a bag full of coins and the Portable Hole on the counter.
"Here are more than ten thousand gold coins and this is a Portable Hole, I know you can offer me enough to afford me what I want... that bow," she said, looking the merchant straight in the eyes.
Aluisius raised an eyebrow, weighing the bag of coins and checking that the Portable Hole was authentic.
He nodded, giving her a smile.
"Miss, you got a deal," he said, approaching the display case and taking the object Luz so desired.
"Here's the Oathbow," he said, handing it to her.
A wave of joy pervaded the body of the young witch who tremblingly took the precious magical bow which she immediately hugged and kissed its back.
"Oh magnificent Oathbow, you and I will do great things together!" she exclaimed, pirouetting out of the building.
Aluisius rolled his eyes, hinting at a smile.
"Adventurers, they get excited over so little," he chuckled.
Eventually the day passed and the next came, the four adventurers returned to the Rotten Tower and waited until sunset.
As the last lights died on the horizon, Balthazar showed up, approaching them with an impassive gaze.
"Very good, you have accepted, my lord will be very pleased"
"Yaya, cut it short, the sooner we hurry, the sooner we'll get over it," commented Merren, not at all enthusiastic.
"As you wish," the drow shrugged and then moved his hands and recited an incantation.
"Inveniam viam!"
In a beam of light, all of them were transported to another place.
They were immediately greeted by a freezing wind that made them shiver while the sky was completely cloudy.
They were on the back of a snow-covered mountain range, appearing at the foot of a teleportation circle while Count Malakia Blackwood's castle loomed before them.
A Gothic-style castle in gray and black colors with a multitude of windows and six towers with conical roofs arranged asymmetrically.
A drawbridge stretched from where they stood to the huge doors barred by the heavy iron gate.
An eerie and tense air hung in that place, not helped by the fact that it was quite cold and the sound of howling in the heart of the forest behind them made them anxious.
"Uh oh... a creepy old castle, typical for a vampire I would say," Luz giggled nervously, shivering from the cold.
As soon as they set off towards the bridge following Balthazar, Merren nodded to his companions, indicating the point to which they would teleport for the possible escape.
With a wave of his hand, Balthazar signaled to lower the gates and open the doors.
After a few moments the path opened and they continued their journey towards the vampire's home.
Upon entering they passed through the large doors, being greeted by the soft lights of three enormous iron candelabras on the ceiling while the entrance hall opened up in front of them, stretching into a floor of gray tiles, columns that supported the ceiling and a long red carpet. which led to precious and decorated w...
The group could carefully notice some people eyeing them from the balconies of the upper floors.
Vampires obviously, dressed in elegant tunics of dull colours.
They were watching them like a cat would watch its prey, which only made them more tense.
From the railing of the upper floor positioned just above the two doors, beyond a corridor from which one could glimpse the decorative armor of knights armed with lances, a figure stepped forward.
As soon as his presence was felt, Merren narrowed his eyes as he saw the figure of Malakia Blackwood looming over them from the railing, dressed in an elegant red jacket with a ruby necklace, a fine white silk shirt underneath it, black trousers and shiny brown leather boots.
He gave them a smile as he placed his white gloved hands on the railing.
"Ah, my esteemed guests have arrived, it is a real pleasure to welcome you here in my rooms... although I would have expected to see you in more suitable clothes for an elegant dinner", he said in a friendly tone.
Obviously none of the four had the reaction the count expected from them.
Merren was not happy at all, Freya was staring at him with intensity as if she wanted to make him catch fire instantly, Amity had a stoic look but inside she was tense like a violin string and Luz showed an uncomfortable look, she had already been in this kind of situation with Belos and every one of them didn't end we...
Malakia went down the stairs, reaching the four adventurers who noticed his tall figure and his charismatic aura.
As soon as he stopped in front of them, the vampire eyed them quite interested and then extended a hand.
"Count Malakia Blackwood... it is a real pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said in a soft tone, showing a smile that only worried the four adventurers more.
They stood looking at the Count's hand tensely when Merren let out a soft sigh and returned the greeting.
"I'm Merren, the pleasure is the same," he said in an emotionless tone.
The smile on the vampire's face did not fade as he turned to Freya, offering her the hand.
She repressed her homicidal instinct, which was put to the test as soon as his lips rested on the back of her hand..
"Freya, flattered," she commented through clenched teeth, eliciting a light laugh from the Count.
As he approached Amity and held out his hand, she held out her hand to him.
"Amity and just... a handshake is fine," the witch said, somewhat uncomfortably.
"Oh, we're direct people, I respect that," he smiled and then approached Luz while she gave him a handshake, she in turn, quite tense.
Malakia returned the gesture, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you from the Pale Desert? Your people are a rarity here," he commented, making Luz somewhat perplexed as she glanced slightly at her companions.
The latter gave her rather serious looks.
The girl looked back at the Count and then nodded.
"Umh... yes, and oh dear I'm not used to all this cold! I much prefer the warm sunshine of my home...anyway my name is Luz, my pleasure," she giggled nervously.
"I don't doubt it," the other replied and then crossed his arms behind his back and, turning towards the doors at the end of the room, motioned for them to follow him.
"Come on, let's not let dinner get cold, my chefs have shed sweat, tears... and blood to achieve excellence", he giggled.
This only made Luz shudder, cause a grimace from Amity, utter indifference from Freya, and an eye roll from Merren.
Crossing the doors they arrived in a dining room lit by an enormous chandelier while the long rectangular table with about forty seats was set with a red tablecloth and... just six seats prepared?.
"I've planned a rather... intimate dinner, just the five of us and Balthazar, mainly because he doesn't appreciate crowded rooms, don’t you, Balthazar?", asked Malakia.
"Of course my lord, the presence of too many people makes me anxious," said the drow with a neutral tone and expression, which obviously did not convince the four adventurers.
They sat down next to each other with the Count taking his place at the head of the table flanked on his right by the vampire elf.
A tense air hung in the dining room as the Count nodded to the drow, the latter waved a hand and suddenly soft violin music filled the room, which did nothing to ease the situation.
Not long after, the waiters arrived, serving the dinner courses.
Vegetable soup, roast pork with vegetables, savory pie, freshly baked bread and dessert, a fruit pie.
The adventurers looked at the dishes uncertainly while Malakia snorted a light laugh.