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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Grim" data-source="post: 442794" data-attributes="member: 132">The rest of the party runs over, amazed at the quickness of the goblin’s death.Lynx frowns at the halforc’s handiwork. “Aww. I was going to ‘question’ it. Party Pooper.”Taana is beaming with pride. “Me CRUSH! Now me get paid! Little goblin no match for great Taana! Grumash is pleased!”Meanwhile, Anna pats down the body, or what is left of it. The robes are ruined, cut into shreds and stained with blood, bile, and general grime. But the cleric’s symbol of Malgudybut, the patron god of goblins, is both silver and in good condition. Anna pockets it.Kia has been exploring the cavern, using her keen vision well. After the entrance tunnel, the cavern opens up into a circular room 40 feet across. The ceiling is conical, with a hole at the top to let smoke out and light in.But no light shines now, The hour grows late, and as dusk approaches, the mountains have cast their shadows over the top.Scattered about the room are the scattered belongings of the now dead goblin tribe. Most of it is junk, too broken or dirty to be of any use, not worthy of Heroes, Kia thinks. At the back of the room is a large oak door, sealing off a section of the cave.“Hey guys, lets check out that door! There’s probably treasure behind it. Or monsters. Something heroic!”Just then, a man appears out of nowhere. He is tall, thin, and pale. His black hair is slicked back, his robes shine with adornments and magic. When he opens his mouth, his teeth are pointed, tipped with blood. He addresses the party, his voice gravelly and thick with anger. “You slay my raiding party, you murder my children, and you kill my wife! And now you invade my home! Who do you think you are? No one crosses Slade De’Amon and lives!”He pulls his hands back, brings them across his eyes, and pushes them out towards the party. A globe of magical darkness envelops them. Lynx remembers. It was magic he used often, dropping it on his enemies to confuse them. But it could only extend so far. And the globe always had a center.He yells through the darkness. “Run forward! This magic extends only so far!” Following his own advice, he blindly dashes through the darkness and out into the center of the cavern. But Slade isn’t there anymore. Seconds later, the rest of the party runs out of the globe of un-light, stopping right at its edge. They all peer around, looking for any sign of Slade.Kia thinks of the stories she used to read. The horrible ones that gave her nightmares. Nocturnal, pale, evil, good looking, noble human. That could be only one thing! “Guys! I think he’s a vampire! He must have adopted the tribe to serve his bidding. I bet Princess Buttercup is the product of his “interactions” with the tribe. That’s why they kept on calling him father!” Lynx draws his scythe, a grin on his furry face. “The undead, eh? They once served me well. So why won’t this one come out and play?”Slade’s voice booms from within the circle of magical darkness, but now it is higher pitched, like steam escaping from a boiling kettle, and just as quick.“You shall die in my clutches, live ones. It will be a… pleasure to bend you to my will. All I have to do is bite. But first, you must SUFFER!”Taala yells into the darkness. “Us no suffer! You suffer, pale stick man. I rip you limb from limb, silly sounding Slade.”Anna hears the clicking of claws on stone, the sounds moving towards her. Something… not there bursts from the globe of darkness. Anna feels the sting of a pointed needle pierce her arm, as Slade suddenly becomes very visible. And very changed.Anna gasps, “Demon!” as green, poisonous ichor slides into her veins and the much smaller, much pointer, much more… demonic Slade dives back into the dark, cackling.“If I don’t kill you, elf, my poison will!”Lynx has had enough of this damn demon vampire thing. He runs to the door and opens it. A dart flies at him from the trapped frame, pumping poison into his body. But whatever it does, Lynx shrugs it off.“Everyone inside. He can’t hurt us if he can’t get to us, invisible or not. Taana, you guard the door.”Everyone hustles inside, Anna last as she sluggishly moves forward, her limbs stiffening. Taana takes her position at the door, and the others look around the room.To be Continued...</blockquote>

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