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"Don't be so tense, I didn't poison your food, I'd be a terrible host if I did," he said with a smile, sipping from a glass of wine.
The group exchanged uncertain glances and then began to eat from the soup, noting that it was at least good.
Removing his gloves and making them disappear with a snap of his fingers, the Count in turn began to eat his meal followed by Balthazar.
"So, I know you are talented adventurers, after all it takes a fair amount of skill to enter the tomb of the infamous Azoth the Mad and come out intact," he began shortly after.
The others exchanged glances when Merren replied immediately afterwards.
"Of course, do you know what was in that tomb, noble Count?" asked the bard, raising an eyebrow.
An interested look painted the vampire's face.
The half-elf narrowed his eyes.
"Azoth the Mad...and I don't just mean his corpse, but the specter of him we faced and destroyed, easily I might add," he said with a hint of an intimidating tone.
Obviously this didn't move the Count at all, quite the opposite, instead he chuckled, which didn't make the adventurers" mood any better.
"If Azoth the Mad was so easy to destroy, then I guess the legends about him were somewhat misleading, not that I'm surprised, legends tend to magnify and mystify people more than they were... and I have a certain experience in this," he replied.
"Are you referring to Tristan Gueveirr?" Luz asked, perplexed, which earned her a angry looks from Merren and Freya and a tense look from Amity.
At the mention of that name Malakia smiled slightly.
"Mh, Tristan Gueveirr was many things and legends portray him as an indomitable knight in shining armour, virtuous and noble," he said, shaking his wine glass slightly.
"I have had a lot of time to witness his character and I can say ... that the legends tended to idealize him, he was not a noble knight ... far from it, he was a soldier and appeared like the most common of men, not too tall, not too muscular and dressed in simple chain mail with a yellow tabard, even his face was comm...
"The whole week we fought, the only word he ever spoke to me was one, just before our fight, "die'... I must say, not a man of great inspirational speeches," he commented and then finished his glass of wine.
The four exchanged uncertain glances while the half-elf sighed.
"Okay, enough beating around the bush, we know why you invited us, you want the tome of Azoth... for what reason? What do you want to do about it?", he asked with a serious look.
Malakia raised an eyebrow and then snorted another laugh.
"You know, I like your directness, it's something I appreciate," he nodded.
"Of course, I'll tell you... I intend to resurrect my kingdom that has been destroyed for centuries," he revealed, making the group somewhat perplexed and anxious.
"Literally or metaphorically?" Luz asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Metaphorically, I'm not that delusional," the vampire replied.
"And how do you intend to do it?", Freya asked, not at all convinced.
"Oh, well... thanks to the tome, I intend to recreate my kingdom for my people but this time I will make it impenetrable, no one will be able to enter or exit it without having to answer to my authority," he revealed.
This obviously only alarmed the four adventurers.
"Hmm, and this kingdom...how big will it be?" asked Merren, narrowing his eyes.
Count Malakia raised an eyebrow, running a hand over his chin.
"Mh, not much, I would say just along the borders... of the whole steppe", replied the other.
Merren showed a horrified look, as did the rest of the group.
"But... it's literally a fifth of the continent!" the bard exclaimed, an angry note in his voice.
"A fifth sparsely inhabited I must add," the vampire shrugged.
"But there are still people who live there!", Luz exclaimed in turn.
"Of course I will warn the residents that... well, they will have to leave, it will be up to them whether to believe me or not," Malakia said, waving a hand nonchalantly.
"Even if people leave and you succeed in your dastardly plan... what then? You will have under your rule a group of bloodthirsty vampires who will kill each other as soon as they realize that the only thing that can keep them alive has packed up and left!", Freya exclaimed, an angry look on her face. she.
"I also thought about this, I will not let my subjects go and roam like wild beasts, we are vampires, not animals... I have many people on my side to whom I have promised lavish tributes to the rulers of various villages to stay and when the my kingdom will be formed, I will erect a ... residence tax, I will not ask fo...
That information hit them all like a bucket of cold water.
"You...paid people to be trapped here...like cattle?" Amity asked, incredulous and with a trembling voice.
"Cattle? What a sad word, I would tend to characterize them more as...unwitting taxpayers," Malakia replied with a slight smile, tilting his head.
"You're crazy..." Merren exclaimed with wide eyes.
"Say what you want, but as a Count I have the duty to think of the good of my subjects and I cannot stop to think about the moral consequences, otherwise I would not take even one step outside these rooms"
"Okay, we've heard enough, we're leaving," exclaimed the bard, rising from the table, followed by the rest of the group.
Balthazar raised an eyebrow while Malakia looked at them unsurprised.
"As you wish, but first I would like you to give me the tome," exclaimed the latter.
"You can forget it, we will use it to ruin your plans...in a puff of smoke," Merren replied.
Upon hearing that word, Freya and Luz took out the papers with the mist glyphs, generating a curtain that filled most of the room.
Balthazar was about to use Counterspell when Malakia interrupted him, eliciting a confused look from him.
Merren casted Dimension Door, creating a small portal behind him that sucked himself and Freya in, taking them outside the castle walls while Amity generated a magical circle, creating a pool of abominable slime which caused herself and Luz to sink, carrying them close to their companions.
"Let's go away! Now!", Freya exclaimed, taking the Broom of Flying and climbing onto it she made room for the half-elf to then soar into the sky, followed by the two witches, going in no particular direction but away from Malakia's castle.
The latter in the meantime wiped his lips with a napkin under the still confused gaze of the drow.
Standing up and tossing his napkin onto the table, the Count placed a hand on the wizard’s shoulder while summoning his armor and sword.
"Balthazar, take us to his lair," he said and in that instant the elf understood what his lord had in mind.
He pulled a white scale the size of his hand from a pocket and using Teleport, the two disappeared from the room, appearing in a completely different place.
A huge, dark ice cave where the wind howled.
"The offer please," the Count said simply.
Balthazar nodded, causing a chest to appear which he then opened, revealing it to be filled with gold and white gems.
Immediately something came forward among the dark meanders of the cave, two icy blue headlights that illuminated the darkness.
Malakia stepped forward, reappearing the gloves he had been wearing and held one up.
"Doomfrost! I have a task for you, here are seven thousand gold coins and seven diamonds worth seven hundred coins each as an offering!", he exclaimed in an authoritative voice.
"Four adventurers have escaped with a tome that belongs to me! I don't care if they live or die, I want that book back! Follow their scent and deal with them by any means necessary!"
The sound of large nostrils inhaling the scent coming from the glove could be heard throughout the cave and with a guttural growl, the enormous creature leaped, opening its immense wings wide and emerging from the jaws of its lair it soared into flight, hunting .
In the meantime, the four adventurers were in flight, flying over a prairie while Merren, illuminated by the light of the paladin, checked the tome for anything that could correspond to what Malakia wanted to do.
"Undead plague no, infernal army definitely no, strengthening sacrifice? Mass suicide to empower a single person is pretty stupid...oh there! Dimensional demiplane!", he exclaimed, reading the page.
"During the full moon of the Blood Moon, a fragment of the Tear of the Goddess must be corrupted through the Staff of Arcamennon and the blasphemous song inscribed in these pages"
At the mention of the tear, Freya's eyes widened.
"Oh by the Goddess...this is not good," commented the paladin.
"Do you know anything about this, Freya?" Amity asked, worried.
"The Tear of the Goddess ... is a huge magical green amber produced from the roots of a tree sacred to the Goddess Irudd, it protects and maintains the balance of life in a large area of land ... and I know where it is found , the druidic circle I grew up in, they guarded the tear!", she revealed, making the rest of th...
"This... is a big problem," Luz commented with a slight grimace.
Suddenly something caught their attention, a deep roar pierced the silence of their journey, instantly alarming them.
A strong gust of wind from above made them jump and looking up, their eyes widened as they saw something coming at high speed towards them.
Merren showed a panicked look, recognizing the imposing reptilian figure with white scales, massive wings and four muscular limbs with a long tail and neck, a pointed and bristling snout with a spike-shaped crest on the head and eyes as cold as ice.
"An adult white dragon..."
With a roar, the dragon released its aura of terror that enveloped the four adventurers.
With the exception of Freya, all of them managed to resist the strong feeling of fear emitted by the dragon, unfortunately the paladin was not of this opinion as she began to tremble with fear.
Opening its jaws, the enormous beast proceeded to charge its icy breath and with a conical explosion of ice overwhelmed them all.
Merren raised his hand, casting Absorb Elements, absorbing some of the frost and minimizing the damage.
Freya did the same, casting Resistance.
Luz resisted as best she could, taking in the penetrating cold that caused a few frost burns on her skin while Amity got the worst of it, screaming in pain as the cold gripped her body.
Chunks of ice engulfed her back, arms and legs as her teeth chattered furiously.
"No! Amity!", Luz screamed and then glared at the dragon.
Taking her Oathbow and pulling out an arrow with a glyph already inscribed in it, she aimed the weapon at the ferocious beast.
"Swift death to you who have wronged me!", she exclaimed, marking the dragon and shooting an arrow at it.
The arrow hit him right in the eye, exploding of radiant light and causing the dragon to roar in pain, stopping him for a moment.
Merren narrowed his eyes and then turned to the witch of abominations.
"Amity! Are you strong enough to cast a spell?", he asked, receiving a trembling nod from the latter.
"Well, at my signal summon your abominable hand and block his wings!"
"O-o-ok!", the witch trembled.
The half-elf instead pointed his wand at the dragon, his eyes turning purple as he cast Inspire Dread, strengthening it as a fifth circle spell.
A wave of pure psychic terror engulfed the dragon, causing him to roar in pain once again as his mind was flooded with psionic energy.
Immediately afterwards he launched Eldritch Blast at him, wounding him quite a bit in the neck and one wing with two of the three rays, the third completely missing the dragon.
"Now!", the half-elf said immediately afterwards, giving the signal to her companion.
She summoned her abominable hand to the dragon's back and, reaching out, tried to twist the beast's wings but unfortunately they were too strong to be blocked.
Freya on the other hand flew close to Amity, using Lay on Hands and completely healing her.
The dragon could not get close to the group, as it was under the influence of the fear spell and feeling that its frost breath was not recharged, it decided to strike the closest creature it had, that is, the abominable hand which it managed to strike with the jaws and a claw.
Luz hit him again with her bow and another arrow already prepared with a glyph of light that significantly wounded him in the chest, making him roar again.
Amity tried to grab his wings again with her hand but unfortunately with little success.
She tried to throw a flame at him but the dragon dodged with a quick turn, grazing him.
Merren hit him squarely with another Eldritch Blast followed by another Inspire Dread.
Although the spell didn't affect him in the slightest, the three beams of energy were enough to seriously injure him.