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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Stone Angel" data-source="post: 686248" data-attributes="member: 5630">De'Saad's mansion set atop a small hill, that looked down over his lands. The mansion itself was a sprawling single level complex, with a sub level(according to Stoli), with a single tower attached towards the rear.The party decided to try to scale the tower instead of work their way up. The tower had one lone window that looked out to the south, towards the forest that bordered the Marquis lands. Lucas and Caber were the only ones to enter the others standing guard or ready to make a distraction. Personal was small skeleton crew since almost everyone was attending the banquet and award ceremonies. They did not notice the first few of the large lumbering green forms emerge from the forest, nor the small ones that accompanied them. If they had they would have noticed that they marched......For battle.Lucas was up first and helped the monk in the window."Remember plain urn" Lucas said to Caber as the scanned the room.Apparently this was the Marquis personal chamber and study. Lucas thumbed threw some documentation that was on his desk, remembering certain facts he thought interesting. Caber saw the urn on a mantle over a fireplace in the rear. He grabbed and headed towards the window."I've got it lets go!" said Caber angry that Lucas was more interested in the Marquis personal affects than the task at hand."Alright, alright" said LucasThen they were down, the had done it in and out, no problems until they heard the whispers of a patrol rounding the corner.Caber sprinted straight towards the corner and past. The guards took the bait chasing after him, commanding him to "Halt".Caber stopped suddenly and kept his back turned. One grabbed him on the shoulder and attempted to spin him around. Caber anticipated this backed into the guard with an elbow to the stomach, using the same momentum slammed the back of his own head into the guards nose. Caber smirked in satisfaction when he heard catilage crunch. Mason came in from behind and knocked out the other guard with a blow from his mace. They regrouped at there field tent. McDougal decided to head back to Artaurus with the child, he would take the Toll Road almost all the way there and avoid any dangerous treks through the mountains. He set off while the rest made for the banquet.They passed through the midway where the circus was just starting to liven up, at dusk. They made there way to the building where the banquet was held. They were about to be seated when they heard a scream from outside. The banquet crowd murmered saying someone should stop whoever is making a fool of themselves.The party outside saw what had caused the scream. There what seemed like hundreds of little brown "trolls" they moved with blinding speed and seemed to come from all directions. Then they saw the actual trolls jumping through the window of the banquet, attacking the nobility."Thats a little odd that would pass up the easy meat of the common folk don't you think" asked Caber as the party prepared to engage a small band of about seven of the "mini-trolls" that were accosting some citizens.By the time the party had dealt with the little trolls most of the survivors were holed up at the field arena. Why was beyond the party that was probably the worst defensible position ever. They made ther way to help.“Manlings will suffer, you will all suffer. The strong one told us to come that, we could win with his help. We will rule this land with him as friend." shouted an inhuman voice from their right. The party looked to see two unuasually large, and well armed trolls advancing toward the party. One of them was probably the chief.“Humeans... how dare you oppose us, you and the man you defend will die. The Painted one slew our old chief Oolog, so that we could see his power, then he make me chief. He told us he would help us defeat De’Saad, and we are. You not scare Gorgos, with The Painted one, us trolls win this day."The party fought a drawn out fight with the two trolls. They escaped without two much injury. They stopped a running civilain and asked where the rest of the fighting was at. He told them that the knights had taken up a position in the tilting grounds and were holding off the trolls well."Good if that was there leader, then they should soon break" stated Fulrik.A scream cut through the air. They turned to see an armored figure pounce on a young woman tearing into her like a wolf into a deer. Then he started to feed on her.Caber ran forward leaping into the air extending both feet in front of him. The armored figure looked up just in time to recieve two feet in his chest. The form flung back but then turned into a sommersalt and rolled to his feet. Face covered in a dark blood. Stoli let loose his bolts of force the rest of the party spread out flanking him. Now they could see his face. It was Lord Tarran Rand. He was the one St. Kain was to face in the finals of the joust, but did not show. Now they knew why."Vampire, sweet St. Cutbert, it is a vampire" shouted Mason.Caber was the first to engage him. He started at the vampire like he would do a straight kick, but instead pivoted and sprung to one hand and brought the other leg over and slammed it into Rand's neck. The vampire shrugged the effect off and tore into the monk with claws and teeth, the only thing that stopped him from pressing his attack were more of Stoli's force bolts. The others surounded him and finally he fell, but he had put at a dent in all there hearts as they looked to Caber's form whose breathing was ragged and blood painted the ground. A few words from Mason and the warrior could once again walk but was far from fighting form. The vampire had sapped the strenght from some of the others as well. But nothing could prepare them for what happened next...... I shall return....</blockquote>

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