Arc 10: Post 36: By Moonlight Found
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By Moonlight Found
30th of Kuthona 4707 A.R. (Absalom Reckoning)
"Sirim and I can handle the vampire, or at least we can stay hidden and mark its resting place," you cut in quickly.
Gorok's twitch of the head tells of more of a tale of his relief than his usual stoic nod. Stepping free of flesh you watch as Sirim inhabits your vacated form and then five of you depart, as if content with a job well done for the night. Sirim then slips on a glamor while you keep to the many-fingered shadows of the trees.
A hiss marks the vampire's escape from the earth's grip and after a moment to orient himself he makes a course due north again away from the stone circle, along an old trail that you have not the skill to guess if it belongs to man or beast. The pace is leisurely while the air is cool and filled with the faint scuffles and hoots of the forest released from the spell of the stone circle, the presence of the maimed god, though that's not to say you are alone. Ahead a heavy wheeled cart waits, the horses restive despite the blinders.
One man sits in the driver's seat, a lantern to one side, a crossbow at the other, rubbing his hands against the cold while the other puffs on a lit roll of flayleaf while looking nervous, both dressed too plainly for townsmen and too well for common tinkers. A third man sits on a stump nearby, a sword on his knees and a book in one hand. Even under the dark cloak with nothing but the shallow moon above the gleam of ornate metal betrays at least a cuirass and likely more, a knight though of what sort neither you nor Sirim can say, though he's clearly at his prayers. A strange thing to be doing while keeping watch over the unhallowed dead, or so you would judge if you had not the misfortune of encountering so many gods who would look with favor on their ilk.
"Any guess who they belongs to?" you ask Sirim in your thoughts from the shadow of the last tree before the lantern light.
"No, beyond having eyes sharp enough to read in the dark." Comes the answer after a moment. "Our foe will have taken shape on a bed of earth in the back of the cart, so it might be worth it for us to kill him there and leave his company none the wiser."
"But they might know something of worth."
"They might," he allows. "Alive or dead they might yet tell it, but only at the cost of being known ourselves. The captain will report our meeting yesterday, it wouldn't take diabolic brilliance to put that together with three more corpses or a missing cart."
"How loud's a vampire dying?" you question then, to which be pauses in thought.
"How loud they rage, how loudly they howl in fear depends upon the heart of the one pierced," he answers after a moment. "It shan't be quiet."
What do you do?
[] Try to stake the vampire in his coffin by stealth
[] Attack the guards
-[] Write in
[] Wait until the others have finished searching for the hatchlings, it doesn't seem like this lot is minded to leave soon
[] Write in
OOC: Enjoy.
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