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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4549813" data-attributes="member: 3285">Silence, Silver, and Secrets: Part 4c – Tale of the Body Thief“Don’t look at them!” shouted Sebastian.  The shambling monstrosities with wicked, leering faces culled from the depths of hell, trudged forward with the patience of the dead.Ilmarė frowned.  “These are mere servants. We’ve nothing to fear from them.”“It’s true.” Markeshia clucked her tongue. “Dese vere merely slaves. If they were truly Devil Kings, you’d all be dead by now.  But I think dey shall suffice.” The barely clad vampire lifted her arms and howled.When Beldin and Sebastian didn’t respond, the elorii looked over her shoulder.  They were paralyzed with fear, eyes wide in color-drained expressions of terror. “Oh, for the love of Osalian,” muttered Ilmarė. She pointed at her companions. “Leithia achas!”The dark-kin and dwarf snapped out of their paralysis, gasping for breath.  “Now,” said Ilmarė, “do something useful!”Sebastian stumbled backwards as one of the Devil King servants stretched a hand towards him. “Don’t let him touch you, they have the plague!”The crumbling fingertips reached for Sebastian’s cheek but then stopped.  The Devil King servant hesitated. It recoiled, confused.Before the Devil King servant could gain advantage of its position, it was smashed sideways by Beldin’s axe. “Get a hold of yourself Sebastian!” shouted Ilmarė.  She knocked an arrow with her serpent bow and fired at Markeshia.The vampire snatched the arrow out of the air.  “You’re not fighting a mere human, elf.  I have lived longer dan you.”Behind them, near the doorway, a pack of wolves bayed.  Beldin slammed the door shut with one foot, sweeping an arc before him.“And,” Markeshia’s full lips split into a devilish grin, “I have many tricks up my sleeve.”“That may be,” said Ilmarė.  “But I have something you don’t have…” she ducked low.  “A sorcerer!”With a shout of “Incendiaries globus!”, flames blasted forward, engulfing the Devil King servants and the vampire.The undead servants silently writhed in pain, their features even more hellish as they smoldered and crackled. They collapsed into ash.“You vill pay for that!” Markeshia shrieked in rage.  Her own burnt flesh was restoring itself before their very eyes. “Children of de night, heed my call!”The door wracked as angry wolves threw themselves at it over and over.  Then it broke open. Four large, silver-backed wolves growled in the doorway.“The only children those wolves belong to is Osalian.” Ilmarė pointed at the wolf pack. “îdh!”With a whine, each wolf lay its head down, one by one, asleep.Before Markeshia could react, Beldin charged forward, axe raised.  He swiped it through the air where Markeshia’s neck had been. “She’s escaping!” shouted Sebastian.  The vampire transformed into a mist.  A red vapor snaked along the ground.  “There!” It disappeared into a crack.“We must get through the floor to her lair,” said Sebastian. “We haven’t much time!”Beldin looked around for a splint and found it in the shattered door.  He dragged the heavy piece of wood over to the crack. “Much time before what?” asked Ilmarė.Beldin took out his morning star.  With a mighty heave, he slammed the morning star into the splint.  The crack in the floor widened imperceptibly.“Before she wakes up!” said Sebastian. “I’m not sure that this is a good idea,” said Ilmarė.  “Didn’t Haron say that we only had to weaken her?”Sebastian looked at Ilmarė with a mixture of disdain and surprise at her ignorance. “Markeshia is immortal.  She will never stop.  Perhaps you do not worry yourself about such things, but if we do not stop her now, our children and our children’s children will be haunted by her for the rest of our days.”Ilmarė looked around.  “I’ll help.”</blockquote>

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