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"Oh, you're doing just fine without the Empire's help, everyone seems very happy here," Merren observed, raising an eyebrow.
A soft smile painted Freya's face as she turned her gaze towards the village.
"Yes... they are and I will make sure they continue to be, I owe everything to this circle and defending it from a vampire attack is the least"
"And we will help you Freya! You can count on it!", Luz exclaimed with a determined smile.
"We won't let vampires come here and destroy your home, you have my word," Amity nodded.
"And then we managed to take down an adult white dragon, a few hundred vampires certainly won't be a problem," Merren smirked.
Freya snorted a light laugh.
"True, vampires won't stop us"
The placid sound of the nocturnal fauna filled the great forest while one of the patrol rangers walked through the impervious paths of the vegetation, a young half-elf with short black hair and dressed in leather armor and armed with a short bow and a saber beside.
He was on patrol and the patrol had intensified since yesterday when they had received the news that there would be an imminent attack by vampires soon.
The young ranger was quite worried, he had never seen a vampire in his life and from the stories he had heard, mainly around a fire and to scare other recruits, they were fearsome creatures.
Needless to say, he was pretty damn tense.
A rustle in the leaves made him jump, aiming his short bow in the direction of the noise.
An extremely tense look painted his face as he could see something slowly approaching.
"Who...who is it? be careful! I'm armed!", he exclaimed trembling.
A figure emerged from the bush, a young woman dressed in chain mail with a fur collar, black shirt, matching trousers and boots.
Her face was pale and long straight black hair with scarlet eyes.
"Hello handsome young man," she said with a sinister smile, her eyes bright like torches.
The young elf trembled at her, aiming his bow at her.
The woman slowly approached him, looking him straight in her eyes while the half-elf felt his strength fade away.
"Lower your weapon, I'm just an unarmed and lost woman," she said in a sweet tone, eliciting a thoughtful look from the young ranger.
"Uh uh... what can I do for you?", he asked with a smile.
"Can you take me and my friends to a safe place to spend the night?", she asked, getting a nod from the ranger who led the woman towards the circle, the latter grinned while lights lit up behind her. hundreds of scarlet torches in the darkness.
Sounds of screams pierced the night, suddenly waking the group of adventurers from their beds in the house entrusted to them.
Merren fell from the bed, alarmed as he looked around him, putting on his clothes and summoning the armor to his body.
"Ahh! Has the attack begun!?" exclaimed Luz, jumping out of bed and getting dressed in a hurry.
"I'm afraid so, arm yourselves and get ready now!", Freya exclaimed, taking her halberd and summoning the armor.
The four got ready in a few minutes and then left the house and saw dozens and dozens of rangers and priests moving while Dorvalur was not far away, giving them all directions.
As soon as the four adventurers reached him, the Archdruid gave them directions too.
"A horde of feral vampires is coming, defend this neighborhood and then head to the Tear! In the meantime I will help from above!", he said and then clenched the staff in his hands.
A green light enveloped him and by casting the Shapechange spell, his entire being was changed.
Under the astonished eyes of the four adventurers, Dorvalur took the form of an imposing adult silver dragon, a massive silver-scaled reptile with broad wings with two long claws, four massive limbs and a long, smooth oblong snout with a long crest on the head that extended to the tip of the tail.
"Eagleeye Grove will not fall to the vermin of the night today"
Spreading its wings and producing a strong wind, the dragon flew away under the astonished gazes of the adventurers and witches.
"Woah, that was an archdruid!", commented Merren, impressed.
Freya took a few steps forward, showing a determined look.
"Let's go, trusted comrades and friends! Tonight we will not let the vampires destroy my home and its people!", she said, planting the halberd in the ground and looking up at dozens of eyes in the black brush.
"Today their nefarious plans will be stopped!"
The horde of feral vampires, about fifteen, darted towards them, attacking.
Luz nimbly dodged the claw and bite of one of them while Merren was wounded in the face by one of their claws, as was Freya at her side and a bite on her arm that made her snort in pain.
Luz took out an arrow with an ice glyph already engraved on it and hit the vampire in front of her, seriously wounding him and exploding in a cone of frost, she trapped five of the seven vampires who were overwhelmed by the spell.
Amity and Merren on the other hand pointed their index fingers, hurling fireballs at them.
Two-thirds of the horde were completely incinerated by the explosion, leaving only four standing when Freya proceeded to mow down two of them.
The remaining vampires attacked the heroes again, wounding Luz in the arm with one claw and Merren in the side with another while Freya parried their attacks.
Luz stepped back, trying to avoid a blow to the back from the vampire and immediately after shooting an unenchanted arrow at him, unfortunately the vampire barely had time to dodge it.
A grim grin appeared on the feral vampire's face, only to be replaced with an agonized scream as he was killed by a flaming bolt from Amity.
Merren eliminated two vampires with an energy beam each and seriously wounded the last vampire left standing before proceeding with a lunge that was unfortunately avoided at the last moment.
Unfortunately, the last vampire was unable to rejoice as his head was decapitated by the paladin's blade.
"Oof, done and done!", she exclaimed to then look at the rest of the group.
"Are you all okay?" she asked immediately afterwards.
"I have a few scratches but overall I'm fine," Merren commented, running a hand over his wounded face.
"Same goes for me..." Luz murmured, looking at her arm with the claw marks.
Amity approached the latter looking at the wound with a worried look but was reassured by the Latina immediately afterwards.
"After you! We must go immediately to protect the Tear of the Goddess!", Freya said shortly after, gesturing to the rest of the companions to move.
The group immediately headed towards the doors at the base of the large oak, passing between the rangers who were quickly heading towards the points invaded by the feral vampires.
As soon as they arrived, Freya placed her hand on the stone door, opening it and as soon as they entered they immediately proceeded to close it.
They headed to the center of the room, immediately standing on guard and waiting, praying that no one would get there and pass through that door.
Luz summoned Mage Hand just in case as she with a worried look eyed the entrance as well as the rest of her friends.
Not long after, however, they heard footsteps at the end of the corridor and shadows approaching, which made them extremely alarmed.
As if to confirm their worst fears, two figures stepped forward from the dimly lit tunnel.
The familiar, scarlet-clad one that was Count Malakia and the new one in their eyes.
A knight dressed in heavy black armor with shoulder pads decorated with spikes and a cloak, the helmet was decorated with two large horns and the white light of two dull eyes could be glimpsed from inside it.
Malakia gave the young adventurers a friendly smile.
"Oh look at what a pleasant surprise! My favorite adventurers!", he exclaimed with a huge smile.
Not at all friendly looks painted the faces of the four adventurers as they viewed the vampire with hatred.
"Malakia! You will not take the Tear of the Goddess, your madness will end here and now!", exclaimed Freya, pointing the halberd towards the count.
"I'm afraid not, my brave paladin! My destiny claims me, I am so close to completing the ritual and now the only thing that separates me from its fulfillment is that sacred amber!", exclaimed Malakia.
"Well I'm afraid you can do very little without the staff! It will take you an eternity to find it!", Luz commented with a smug smile.
Malakia snorted a light laugh.
"Oh girl, what use do I need of eternity when I have capable and trustworthy men!?", he exclaimed and then made the Staff of Arcamennon appear.
This obviously surprised the four adventurers quite a bit.
"That... can't be!" Merren exclaimed in disbelief.
"But it is! The staff of the infamous Arcamennon, mad priest of Origos, Fallen Angel of Undeath! Taken from the cold hands of a drow priestess! I have Balthazar to thank for this! Being a vampire hasn't stopped him from maintaining a network of information among his drow brothers and sisters!"
"Well! That will mean that as soon as we take the staff from your ash body we will also deal with your creepy right hand! ", Amity commented, holding Ghost in her hands.
"I challenge you to do it! Balthazar is the mastermind behind it all! I take care of the funds and weapons! And speaking of which, I also have a holy knight on my side!", he said and then nodded to the figure at his side.
"Kain, deal with them and be careful, they killed an adult white dragon with reasonable ease"
The knight nodded and then took a few steps forward.
"A bloody end awaits you!", he exclaimed, holding up a symbol depicting a skull with wings.
An icy wind swirled around the adventurers and in an instant, four specters appeared, surrounding them.
Luz aimed at Malakia and, holding out an arrow, marked him, hurling a glyph of trapping vines at him.
The arrow simply bounced off the vampire's armor but still activated the glyph.
Kain tore off the vines as if nothing had happened while Malakia shook off the spell thanks to his resistance to magic.
Soon after, he walked towards them, aiming for the Tear of the Goddess.
Amity on the other hand produced a magic circle, summoning an abominable hand around the vampire as the latter attempted to use Counterspell against her, only to be canceled out by one cast by the young bard.
The abominable hand grabbed the vampire, trapping him as he raised an eyebrow.
"Not bad," he began, trying to hit the hand with his sword.
Merren on the other hand raised his sword, preparing to use the Chant Macabre spell.
"Freya! I advise you to protect yourself and others from fear!"
The latter nodded, raising her symbol and casting Heroism on herself, Amity and Luz.
"Macte vertute!"
Luz and Amity felt a surge of courage flood their hearts, destroying panic and fear.
Merren casted his own spell instead.
Suddenly the bard exuded a vast vibrating aura, a resonant song of grayish black color that afflicted all within its radius.
Luz, Freya and Amity felt the terror slip away from them while a very different effect happened for the undead present.
Radiant energy struck them all, burning most of the wraiths and causing Malakia and Kain to grunt in pain.
"Mh, Kain be kind... destroy this hand, it's tarnishing my armor".
"Yes my lord", nodded the knight, taking the heavy two-handed sword at his side and flooding the blade with necrotic energy created by a Divine Smite, he struck the hand, devastating much of it with a lethal blow, generating a thunder and a black light.
To Malakia's disappointment, however, he saw that the slime hand was still holding on.
With a snort he tried to hit the hand with his sword, tearing up more slime.
"Oh well... wasted effort", he commented and then showed a small smile and, under the annoyed gaze of the group, teleported into a flock of bats about ten meters ahead and sprinted towards the Tear of the Goddess.