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Ashara Do'Zarell, high priestess of the house of the same name, was praying kneeling at the foot of the statue of the Dark Goddess, depicted as a woman of sinister beauty, dressed only in a black sash that covered her waist, legs and arms bandaged and a cape of raven feathers that barely covered her breasts, leaving he...
In one hand she held a curved dagger while the other held a long bone staff with a clawed hand.
The priestess prayed, kneeling at the foot of the statue, dressed in a long sleeveless black silk dress and an onyx diadem on her flowing silver hair while her ebony skin shone in the light of the glittering spheres that floated around while the acolytes, other drov dressed in mail shirts, half-plate armor, and leather...
The priestess raised a staff with a black handle and a golden head entwined around a shining oval ruby.
The ceremony was going smoothly, at least until they heard the cathedral doors open, interrupting it.
The drow saw eight hooded figures enter through the doors, immediately arousing the priestess" ire.
"Who dares to interrupt the ceremony dedicated to our dark lady!? Reveal your faces so I can see in your eyes the terror of the punishment that awaits you!"
With a sneer, one of them lowered his hood, revealing his face to the dark elves.
Ashara narrowed her eyes, a streak of pure contempt on her face.
"A surface dweller and also a male and a dirty vampire at that!? Oh my Goddess will be very happy with me when I’ll punish this affront which is your only presence!"
Malakia smiled slightly.
"What a fiery character, no wonder stories about dark elves are so biting... but also the sweetest if you win the heart of one," he said lightly.
Ashara showed a disgusted look in response.
"State your intentions, male! Then at least I will know what punishment to inflict on you accordingly!"
Malakia simply shrugged and then pointed a finger at the priestess.
"I need your staff... you can kindly return it to me and avoid bloodshed or fight to keep it"
The priestess narrowed her eyes.
"You come here and dare threaten me in my temple!? In my house!? It's an affront! Prepare to die for this outrage of yours!", she said, signaling to the acolytes who prepared to fight.
Malakia sighed.
"Are your people always like this, Balthazar?" he asked.
"I'm afraid so my lord, they won't stop until they've killed us or worse," replied the drow vampire, erecting a Wall of Force at the entrance to the temple.
A transparent barrier was erected as Malakia drew his sword, Bloodsong, and pointed a hand at the priestess, his body beginning to emit scarlet electric shocks.
A scarlet lightning bolt was released in the direction of the priestess who was hit directly, screaming in pain and kneeling due to spasms.
With a grin the vampire moved quickly and with a leap transformed into a flock of bats, passing between the acolytes who shielded themselves from the swarm.
Malakia reformed in front of the priestess who with a surprised look saw the vampire's sword hit her in the stomach with a slash and then a lunge.
The priestess screamed in pain, feeling his sword suck the blood from the blade.
Balthazar on the other hand brought his index finger towards the group of acolytes and launched a fireball towards them, overwhelming five of the eight acolytes, causing moderate burns to the drow dressed in ring mail and extensive damage to a drow dressed in armor leather.
The Vampire Count smiled, piercing the priestess again who screamed in pain once more.
He wounded her in the abdomen and shoulder twice more after the vampire knights and feral vampires attacked the acolytes.
Spitting blood the priestess glared at the Count and realizing she was in a bad position she used Banishment to keep him away from herself.
The spell generated a swirling dark blue vortex at the vampire's feet, attempting to suck him into another dimensional plane for a short time but Malakia pushed it aside with discreet ease, his willpower stronger than the dark elf's spells.
The two drow warriors rushed to the priestess" side, attacking the vampire who parried the slashes of their swords with his own with little effort.
The two leather-clad drow proceeded to strike him with poisoned crossbow bolts but the bullets did nothing but ricochet off his impenetrable armor.
As the drow soldiers lightly slashed the vampire knights with their short swords, Malakia flashed a smile at the priestess who widened her eyes as she felt the piercing sting of the canines on her neck.
His bite drained the last strength the priestess had in her body and she dropped the staff, the drow collapsed to the ground, lifeless under the incredulous gaze of her acolytes.
Wiping his lips of the warm blood of his prey, Malakia took the staff and, transforming once again into a swarm of bats, reappeared next to Balthazar.
"I have what we came for, we can leave," he said with a satisfied smile and then looked at his men.
"My trusted subjects, for those who want to rejoice in this quick victory come with me, for everyone else you can stay and feast!"
The vampire knights exchanged a knowing look and then pushed the drow they were facing away, leaving them at the mercy of the feral vampires while Balthazar moved a hand, using Teleport and disappearing together with his lord and trusted warriors.
The drow could only watch with horror and anger as their enemies disappeared into thin air as the feral vampires attacked them, leaving screams of pain and death in that cathedral.
Eagleeye Grove was a peaceful place, located in a forest at the base of a mountain range five hundred miles east of Pearlpoint.
A settlement of rangers, druids and clerics of Irudd united in a community of two hundred souls protected by miles and miles of vegetation, a small circle where nothing of interest happened.
At least until recently.
The rays of the morning sun illuminated the vegetation between the trees while in the clearing the village was in full activity.
Houses made of wood and stones finely intertwined using druidic magic arose from the barks of the tall trees while along the waterways crossed by wooden bridges they branched out to the center of the clearing where the symbols of the Circle of Teleportation were engraved in a patch of land .
The latter lit up, showing the arrival of the four adventurers.
Merren, Luz and Amity looked around curiously while Freya showed a soft smile.
"Home sweet home," she murmured, looking around.
"So this is the circle you grew up in, it seems like a peaceful place," Amity commented, looking around.
"Yes, the druids and priests welcomed most of my people after they escaped from Oakwell, if it weren't for them I wouldn't be here now...", said the paladin with a slightly sad smile, which caused a displeased look from the witch.
"In any case, we must reach the Hall of Elders and inform Dorvalur of the imminent danger," she said shortly after, walking towards the bridge in front of them, being followed by the rest of the group.
Along the way they saw various people walking along the streets, dressed in humble clothes of canvas and animal skin.
The people were of different races, but mainly humans, hill dwarves, wood elves, and half-elves.
As soon as they saw Freya's presence they greeted her warmly, which the paladin reciprocated.
It was clear that the young aasimar was well-liked in this community and she loved them all.
It didn't take them long to reach the Hall of Elders, a moss-covered, domed house of wood and stone.
Knocking on the door a loud but kind voice gave permission to enter.
Opening the door Freya entered followed by the rest of the group who looked inside.
The hall was a large circular room with a grass floor in the center of which there was a bonfire where an intriguing green flame illuminated the interior.
The walls were painted with druidic symbols and paintings of animals while sitting around the fire four figures turned surprised and joyful glances at the young aasimar.
They were an elderly woman, a human with dark skin and black hair tied in braids and dressed in a fur tunic and shoes with a hood with deer antlers.
A half-elf with red hair tied to the side, pale skin and blue eyes and dressed in armor with green scales similar to leaves, boots of the same color, with a toned and agile physique.
A dwarf woman with brown hair in a side braid and hazel eyes clad in stone armor and mystical blue runes and heavy leather boots.
And finally, at the back of the room sitting cross-legged was the imposing but gentle figure of a gray-skinned firbolg with a light beard and long brown hair with two braids on the sides of his face, a black patch over his left eye and voluminous horns while the body was wrapped in a brown cloak with fur collar while t...
"Freya? Is that you?" asked the firbolg.
"Yes, I am, Durvalur," the paladin smiled.
The latter got up, reaching her and holding her in a soft embrace which the other one reciprocated.
Soon after, the firbolg eyed the rest of the group.
"Freya, who are they?", he asked, curiously.
"Oh, yes, they are my adventure companions and friends," replied the other with a soft smile, introducing them.
"Merren, skilled bard and swordsman," she said, eliciting a nod from the half-elf.
"Amity, intelligent and powerful witch," she added, as Amity greeted politely.
"And Luz, swift archer and master of glyph magic," she said finally, Luz whom she greeted with a friendly smile.
"It’s a great pleasure, I am Durvalur, Archdruid and protector of this circle," the firbolg said, giving them a friendly greeting.
"So, what brings you here?" he asked, eliciting serious looks from the group.
"Not good news unfortunately, it's about the recent increase in vampire attacks," Freya said, making Durvalur quite worried.
"Mh, in fact we have perceived a recent imbalance and this period in which the Blood Moon is high in the sky certainly doesn't help", he commented, running a hand over his beard and then motioning for them to enter and greeting the rest of the elders, the paladin began to explain the events and what they had discovered...
"Mh, so the vampires want a piece of the Tear of the Goddess to trap the entire steppe, if that were to happen the consequences would be dire for all of us," began the elderly woman.
"We must mobilize then, I will gather all the rangers at my disposal and increase the patrols," said the half-elf.
"I will take care of informing the priests and consecrating the houses, even if vampires cannot enter without permission it would be better to prevent it to be safe", commented the dwarf.
"I, however, will take care of raising the defenses around the village in case they reach us," Durvalar nodded and then turned to the rest of the group.
"As for you, I would like you to follow me, there is something I would like you to see," he said, arousing curious looks from the group.
Leaving the hall, the Archdruid led them along the clearing towards a large thriving oak tree at the base of which at the roots was a circular stone door with the symbol of the Goddess Irudd.
Seeing this Freya's eyes widened, clearly aware of what the druid wanted to show them.
Placing a hand on the door it lit up with a faint green light and then moved to the side, opening the way to a stone staircase under the curious gaze of the rest of the group.
Coming from it they went down a corridor that led to an exit.
As soon as they crossed the threshold, Merren, Luz and Amity opened their eyes wide as they found themselves in an immense circular underground room at the base of which in concentric rings of gray and yellow stone there were two statues facing each other.
One was clearly Irudd but the other smaller one represented an elf with long hair and dressed in a bodice of leaves with a skirt of the same material with legs and arms bandaged.
Beyond the statues along a bridge, enclosed by enormous roots was an immense luminescent green amber crystal.
"This is the Tear of the Goddess, thanks to it the balance of life throughout the Golic Steppe endures," Durvalur began with a serious look and then turned towards the group of adventurers.
"If the vampires want a piece of it, they'll have to come here to get it," he said, then lowered himself to their height.
"If it ever happens, I want you to be here to defend it ," he added, eliciting different reactions in the group.
Freya wore a solemn expression, nodding firmly at his request while Merren showed a puzzled frown.
Amity on the other hand was quite worried by the request and Luz was quite tense.
Eventually they took their leave, deciding to go around the village and settle in.
"Uhhh this meat is so good!", Luz commented, taking a bite of freshly cooked venison.
The group was around a bonfire not far from the village square.
It was lunchtime and a merchant had just offered Freya freshly hunted venison and decided to share it with her friends in a secluded place.
"Does the circl get food like this every day?" Amity asked, curious as she ate a piece of meat.
"Yes, we hunt what is needed for the village and no more, we grow fruit, vegetables and grain easily thanks to druidic magic, we live well here and since practically everyone here is accustomed to druidic magic we don't need healers", she explained, getting interested looks from the rest of the group.