"Master."
The inside of the mansion was sparsely lit by a few well-placed torches, within a grand hall a figure sits upon a throne against the back wall. The figure calmly looks up a lone human approaching, this human is dressed in the finest clothing a servant can wear. His hair is neatly combed, his shoes polished, his button shiny, the only thing that is out of place if his lifeless eyes that stare back. Within his hands is a wine glass filled with a dark red liquid.
"Something to drink?"
"My thanks." The figure took the glass and brought it to their lips. "What news?"
"A party of adventurers has entered through the forest, more than likely in search of the missing Harefolk."
"Send out the demons, with the fall of the Demon Lord they are eager for someone to take command over them. If we can, bring them to me alive and unspoiled so that I may have a taste. Is there anything else?"
"Another individual has also entered the forest from a different point. He killed six of the wretches."
"Another adventurer?" A smirked crossed the face of the individual.
"Unknown. He is a young man with a long sword, wears a wide-brimmed hat, black long-coat with a blue-gem upon his person."
The figure paused as they drank from the wine glass, they looked toward the servant, for the servant he thought he detected a look of concern on his master's face.
"A hunter…that description…when night falls, I shall seek him out to confirm his identity."
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"Is traveling so close to duck such a wise decision, especially if there is a vampire?" Apprentice Cleric though now obsidian, and now able to use her spell twice a day, was still nervous.
"Surely the seven of us can handle any situation." Wizard Boy was still brimming with confidence as he too now was able to use two spells a day.
"Eight." Harefolk Bowman commented with a bit of a frown as the young wizard seemed to ignore him. "Like your friend earlier commented, you should mind your elders."
"Don't tell me you're older than me as well."
"Nineteen. Besides, you'll need my assistance if there really is a vampire to deal with."
"You're not an adventurer though. How can you deal with a vampire?" Wizard Boy, now realizing he was the youngest member of this group had a frown upon his face.
"To slay a vampire, one method is to drive a stake through the heart of a vampire. That is where these wooden bolts for my crossbow will come in handy."
"We are very grateful for your assistance with the matter." Priestess too was a bit nervous about this undertaking but was happy to have some many companions on hand.
"If we're going to deal with this threat, even if it isn't a vampire, we need to be on the offensive." Half-Demon Thief had a stern look on her face but soon smiled as not to worry the others. "You have two capable individuals who will give you plenty of warning when the night comes."
"Who do you mean?" Fighter was curious who Half-Demon Thief meant.
"With my ears, I'll be able to listen for the approaching enemy." Harefolk Bowman smiled as his ears twitched above his head.
"And my eyes are able to see much better in the dark…even if there is no light." Half-Demon Thief smiled as she looked around the forest.
The group itself made sure to stick to the walking path, avoiding any diverging into the woods, even with the confidence of Half-Demon Thief and Harefolk Bowman, there was still an ominous aura within the woods.
"I'm thankful that your father and the villagers were so kind enough to provide us with food and drink for the trip. Was it really okay for us to have not paid for them?" Priestess frowned at the thought they should have paid for the items needed. "Goblin Slayer always made sure to offer monetary compensation for items he needs on a quest."
"No need to worry, the village knows that you've come to aid us so providing provision to ensure your success is not a trouble for any of us." Harefolk Bowman smirked as they continued down the road but soon sighed as he felt he had to discuss their quest. "Now that we're away from the village, I'd appreciate hearing the truth. What is the likelihood that the others who were taken are still alive?"
The party continued, but the frowns on their faces were evident that the news was not going to be good.
"Very little, more than likely none. The amount of time that has passed between the attack has been too long, and if a vampire is indeed involved…I don't think we'll be finding them alive. I'm sorry." Half-Demon Thief sighed as she told the Harefolk Bowman the truth of the situation.
"No, you have nothing to apologize for. Better to know what lies ahead that be surprised later." Harefolk Bowman mentally prepared himself for the task at hand. "If we defeat this vampire, bandits or whatever the threat is, peace will return to our village. That's more than enough cause for me to help you."
"We'll keep your village safe, and until we know for sure, we'll safely recover your people." Rookie Warrior was confident with a smile as he placed a firm hand on the harefolk's shoulder.
"You rise up in rank and suddenly you're starting to sound more heroic." Apprentice Cleric had a slight blush on her face as she looked toward her comrade.
"I've been thinking that we need to start doing more. We may not be silver-ranked like Goblin Slayer, the Spearman, or the Elven Archer…but between all of us, our skills, our techniques, our abilities, we can do this task."
Rookie Warrior was filled with a sense of pride as he said what he needed to and was delighted to see the confident smiles on the rest of his colleagues.
"Sun's setting, we better set up camp near the main road, let's get a fire going." Harefolk Bowman looked toward the waning light in the sky and knew darkness would soon be upon them.
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That night same night, Goblin Slayer and his party too had set up their camp within a small clearing. Throughout the day, they had traveled to the small hamlet that had been attacked, there the group of four had the opportunity to investigate the devastation. Large beams of lumber toss aside as if they had weighed nothing, dried black splotches of blood where a person had been crushed by some massive being. What was most troublesome were the massive footprints left behind, but something was very odd about the impressions. Snow and Wolf were able to pick up on the lingering scent of the goblins, yet the scent was different, the two dire wolves led the party in the direction the footprints led off towards.
"Something about those impressions Beardcutter…they just didn't see right to me." Dwarf Shaman frowned as he took a sip of his fire wine.
"Could a single Goblin Champion do something like that? We all saw how strong it was in Water Town, but that destruction…it almost seemed fighting the Ogre again?" High Elf Archer carefully checked her bow string before looking over towards Goblin Slayer.
Goblin Slayer was lost in thought as he looked toward the fire then towards the ground where his boot left an imprint in the dirt.
"What's an ogre?"
"Even after all this time Orcbolg…I feel a headache coming on every time I think you'll remember. That big monster in the elven fortress, the one who knocked you into that pillar." High Elf Archer sighed as she massaged her right temple with her fingers. "I'm saying the damage we saw today looked like what the ogre had done with his club, crushing the stones as if they were nothing."
Lizard Priest went about serving each of his members a bowl of stew, while tossing two large chunks of meat towards the dire wolves, he left the other pieces of meat to continue to simmer around the fire.
"Here you are Milord Goblin Slayer…Milord Goblin Slayer?"
The others turned to see Lizard Priest still with the bowl in his hand, while Goblin Slayer clenched his fist and pressed it into the dirt. He removed his fist and looked at the imprint, the others still curious about his actions.
"I see." Goblin Slayer turned his attention towards Lizard Priest and took the bowl of the stew with a nod. "Thanks."
Goblin Slayer then calmly went about eating his stew, while the others waited patiently for him to tell them the purpose of his actions.
"Well Orcbolg, what was that about?" High Elf Archer growled impatiently as she waited for Goblin Slayer to explain himself.
"The impressions, I recognized the footprints, and now I realize the other odd impressions were made by fists. These goblins…they're larger than before and they walking on all fours."
"What kind of goblin does that?" Dwarf Shaman quickly reached for one of the skewered pieces of meat and began to bite into the meat.
"I've never seen a goblin like this. This new form of goblin and these…Flesh Golems, I don't like it." Goblin Slayer commented as he continued to eat his stew.
"You remember the Flesh Golem, but not the ogre? Wait don't tell me…it's because it has goblins attached in their creation?" High Elf Archer sighed as she looked at Goblin Slayer with a cynical look on her face.
"Correct. The fact they are using dead goblins to continue fighting is troublesome."
"Then we must find this monstrous goblin or goblins Milord Goblin Slayer."
"Not to mention the ones who released them into the area, and I'd bet my jar of fire wine that we'll find these plague mask figures near them."
"You're probably right about that dwarf." High Elf Archer sighed as she finished her stew and turned her attention towards the two dire wolves. "By the way Orcbolg…I couldn't help but notice that Snow seems a bit larger than Wolf. You're not overfeeding her are you?"
"No, she is expecting."
There was a pause from the other three as it took them a few moments to register what Goblin Slayer had told them, but almost immediately all three had the same surprised look on their face.
"Ex, ex, expecting! You mean she's pregnant?" High Elf Archer looked towards Snow, then towards Wolf, then back to Snow. "How did this happen?"
"Wolves normally go into heat around…"
"I don't think Long Ears is asking about the specifics of that Beardcutter, more like how you could not tell us about our non-verbal companions." Dwarf Shaman chuckled to himself as he looked over towards Wolf. "You sly devil, when did you find the time for such recreational activities?"
"Come now Sir Mage, one does not brag about the time they spend with one they cherish."
"That the voice of experience Scaly?"
Lizard Priest could not speak as he looked away trying to hide the flushed look that crossed his face and the while Dwarf Shaman laughed.
"Orcbolg, why did you bring her along is you know about her? She could be hurt or worse."
"Snow is still capable of defending herself and we are here to protect her as well." Goblin Slayer was silent as both wolves came over towards him where he was able to pet them. "I'm grateful for their help and yours."
The others smiled as they watched Goblin Slayer continue to pet both dire wolves before they moved off to find a place in the grass to make themselves comfortable as they readied for sleep.
"If they're that relaxed around here, I'd say it's safe to assume these monstrous goblins are not in the immediate area. We'd better get some sleep too. Who will take the first watch?" High Elf Archer smiled as she looked towards her comrades.
"Allow me."
The ghostly image of the Lich Queen materialized before the group, she smiled as she looked toward them all.
"I will alert you to any immediate danger. Rest and recover your strength."
The party was quick to agree, thankful for their additional member, the party was quick to make themselves as comfortable as possible while the Lich Queen calmly watched over them.
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"Mmmm…that is so good." Half-Demon Thief happily chewed on the piece of roast meat.
"You should try the stew, made with the finest vegetables from the village." Harefolk Bowman happily helped himself to spoon after spoon of the stew. "I don't know what spices you brought with you, but this is delicious."
"I'm so glad that you like, you should also try the cheese and bread as well." Priestess smiled as she passed the cheese to her comrade while she tore the bread and passed the pieces around.
Half-Demon Thief took her dagger and cut it into several pieces and like Priestess with the bread, passed them around.
"Is the cheese from Goblin Slayer's farm?" Rookie Warrior happily ate his slice of cheese.
"Yes, his friend was kind enough to give us some for the journey."
"We should probably ration the food, though I'm hesitant to follow that as I savor the flavor." Fighter too had a smile as she enjoyed her food with the company around her.
The party happily ate the meal while still keeping an eye on the area around them. They set up camp within the woods but could see the main road within eyesight of their camp. As they continued to eat and converse, Fighter felt she had to say something to the young wizard about his sister; her guilt of survive while two of her comrades perished weighed heavily on her.
"I meant to say, I am sorry about what happened to your sister."
The conversation suddenly came to a halt as all eyes fell upon Fighter, Wizard Boy's eyes were wide as he looked toward this woman.
"What, what did you say? How do you know of my sister?" Wizard Boy was growing angry as he heard this from this new woman.
"She…she was part of the group that accompanied your sister." Priestess sighed as she knew she had to tell him what she was unable to say back at the training camp. "And so was I."
Rookie Warrior, Apprentice Cleric, and Half-Demon Thief all heard about the former party Priestess and Fighter had been apart of and the tragedy they endured, but from the look on Wizard Boy's face this was all new to him.
"You…you knew my sister? You were part of her party?" Wizard Boy was growing angrier as he stood glaring at Priestess.
"Please calm down." Rhea Fighter took hold of her comrade's arm, but he shook free from her.
"How is it that you two survived and my sister died? Why didn't you tell me you knew her?" Wizard Boy was at this point yelling at the two girls.
The others sat silent as they watched this exchange, Half-Demon Thief carefully moving her hand toward her dagger should Wizard Boy do anything to hurt her friend. Neither Priestess or Fighter were backing away from his accusations, Fighter had a frown on her face while Priestess kept a neutral expression.
"I can't run from this, all I've been through these two years has helped to strengthen my resolve. He needs to know the truth." Priestess looked toward Wizard Boy who continued to glare at him. "When we went into the goblin cave, we were not fully prepared to deal with the horde. At the time, dealing with the goblins at the training ground, there was not enough time to properly tell you what had happened."
"You say that, but you're still here and she isn't!"
"It was thanks to Fighter making the sacrifice for me to try and save your sister. We…we underestimated the threat of the goblins and were punished for it." Priestess was calm in her delivery as she looked the young adventurer. "In a panic, I took your sister further into the cave in hopes that I could save her. At the time, I did not know that the blade your sister had been stabbed with was coated in poison."
"So you took her further into the cave, then you're also responsible for her death!"
"You need to stop with all the angry accusations. It wasn't Priestess fault, it was no one person's fault." Fighter was stern in her reply, making sure to not yell, but to make the younger boy understand. "Your sister, my friend and I were eager to prove ourselves, we invited Priestess to join our party. We all went into that cave completely unprepared, bolstered by overconfidence. Priestess tried to warn us to retreat and better plan our quest, we did not listen."
"That's not true, my sister…"
"Was just as young and inexperienced as any of us first start out. It should not have happened, and if we actually had the foresight to come up with an actual plan of attack, the other two might still be here with us. None of us came out of that experience unscathed…" Fighter still had nightmares of the torture she endured at the hands of the goblins. "I knew your sister, she was very confident in her abilities and was right to be, but overconfidence alone is not enough to be an adventurer."
"That still doesn't excuse the fact that she's dead! Killed at the hands of such…such vile creatures."
"Yes it is tragic, but even you know better how terrible the goblins can be. Through you, your sister's spirit will live on." Priestess tried to calm the young boy down with her soothing words.
"I don't want to hear any…"
"Quiet!"
The other adventurers suddenly stopped their arguments to look at Harefolk Bowman who quickly load a bolt into his crossbow as the ears above his head twitched.
"Something is coming. Sounds like several people coming!"
The adventurers quickly got to their feet with their weapons ready, their backs to the fire as they looked around the area for any sight of these approaching intruders. Half-Demon Thief carefully scanned the area, her bright yellow eyes able to see further in the darkness than her comrades and there in the shadows she could see several figure quickly moving about, shrouded in dark cloaks as they readied to attack the party.
"They're coming. I see at least two dozen, maybe more." Half-Demon Thief tightened her grip around her daggers not taking her eyes off the forest. "Priestess…when I give you the signal, use Holy Light."
"Understood."
"You two, hold off on your spells until we see what we're up against." Rookie Warrior words were directed towards Apprentice Cleric and Wizard Boy.
Apprentice Cleric gave her comrade a quick nod, but Wizard Boy grew frustrated from what he heard about his sister and now being told what to do.
"Now!"
"O Earth Mother, abounding in mercy, grant your sacred light to we who are lost in darkness…Holy Light!"
The area around them was ablaze with blinding white light, and in that moment, the adventurers could see the figures shrieking as they covered their eyes, the party rushed forward to engage the blinded enemies with weapons drawn. Harefolk Bowman quickly let loose a wooden bolt smiling as it struck the figure in the chest, then using the goat's foot lever went to work quickly reloading for the next target. Fighter was in top form as she charged in landing deadly and precise strikes with her martial arts skills. Not to be out down, Half-Demon Thief, Rhea Fighter and Rookie Warrior used their blades to cut down their opponents. In the few minutes Holy Light was in effect, the adventurers had easily reduced the number by half, while the other cloaked figures finally managed to regain their sight and snarled at the sight.
"Carbunculus…Crescunt…Iacta!"
The forest was again ablaze with light, many of the cloaked figures turned only to be consumed by a ball of fire. The fireball exploded catching many of the trees on fire with the surviving cloaked figures backed away before retreating back into the forest. The adventurers surprised by the sudden appearance of the fire turned to see Wizard Boy pointing his magic rod at the cloaked figures.
"They're escaping! We must go after them!" Wizard Boy emboldened by his successful attack against the cloaked figures foolishly rushed after them.
"Wait, we don't know what else is waiting in there for us!" Rookie Warrior gave out a quick shout to his colleague but to no avail.
Almost instantly they lost sight of Wizard Boy who chased after the cloaked figures in the dark woods.
"We need to douse these flames! Otherwise the whole forest might be engulfed and then the village!"
The adventurers turned to find Harefolk Bowman furiously kicking dirt onto the flames around him while patting the trees down with his gloved hands.
"Quickly everyone, tend to the fires!" Rookie Warrior gave a quick shout to his colleagues.
"But…my comrade?" Rhea Fighter was desperately looking towards the forest for any sight of her comrade.
"I swear to you, the moment we're able to we're going after him, but we have to ensure the village is protected." Rookie Warrior placed both hands on Rhea Fighter's shoulders to reassure her.
Rhea Fighter still had a worried look on her face as she glanced to the forest but resigned herself to stop the fires first.
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Wizard Boy continued to stalk through the forest as he continued his search for the cloaked figures, but there was no sign of them. He looked back, expecting to see the other adventurers following his lead, but saw nothing, not even the sight of the campfire they started from.
"Damn it. I told them to follow after me, what the hell are they doing?" Wizard Boy continued to walk forward in search of his prey. "I'm an adventurer too. I've risen a rank so I'm also capable of leading. I'll show them, those that mock what happened to my sister, what a spellcaster is capable of."
Wizard Boy soon found himself within a small clearing in the woods and there in the center was a young woman bathed in the moonlight. She stood there in a dark blue gown to cover her ample frame, from the choker to her chest was an odd cut the exposed quite a bit of her pale flesh. Behind her was a lace cape that attached to her wrists via wrists bands. She turned towards the stunned Wizard Boy and smiled as she began to walk towards him. Her red hair cascading down to her lower back and her green eyes seemed to have him captivated in some sort of hypnotic spell.
"She's…she's beautiful." Wizard Boy suddenly snapped himself out his stupor and walked towards her. "Are you alright? Are you one of the captives of the vampire?"
"Vampire?"
"The beast that commands the minions of chaos in the area. I was chasing them down, but lost sight of them." Wizard Boy carefully scanned the area for these cloaked figures but found no trace of them. "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe until the rest of my party arrives."
The woman and the young adventurer stopped as they were now within arms reach of each other, the woman continued to smile as she reached out and hugged the boy thought she was slightly taller than him. For Wizard Boy the sudden action of the beautiful woman brought a blush to his face as he struggled to maintain his composure.
"Thank you, my brave adventurer."
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"That's the last of the fire put out. Damn fool using a fireball in a forest." Harefolk Bowman sighed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"I told him to save his spells, there's no telling if these men were the only ones around. I wished he would have waited for us." Rookie Warrior was exhausted from the fighting and from stopping the fire from spreading.
"They're not humans."
The party turned toward half-Demon Thief as she looked at one of the bodies of the fallen attackers. Rookie Warrior and the others moved closer with lantern in hand to examine the bodies. Under the hoods they found the attackers were dark-skinned humanoids with sharp teeth and red eyes.
"What…demons?" Fighter asked aloud as she studied the body.
"Yes. These are lower demons, following the commands of one master, incapable of any real thought on their own other than basic instincts." Half-Demon Thief sighed as she looked over the creatures thankful her father had not been such a creature. "There master must have been the one to send them out to attack us, which means even now they know about us."
"Then we have to go after him before he runs into any of these things on his own. He's only capable of two spells." Rhea Fighter was in a panic of her comrade being attacked by the surviving demons.
"Like I promised, that's the plan right…"
Rookie Warrior was unable to finish his sentence as he and the others heard the sounds of growling and snarling nearby. Priestess thought the sounds were like that of Wolf or Snow when they were ready to engage an opponent. They party once again circled up to look around the area for any sight of the monster or monsters growling at them. Harefolk Bowman swallowed as he deiced to slowly look up and there in the tree he could see two sets of glowing eyes.
"Above us!"
The others looked up to see to wolf-like creatures snarling at them before leaping down to attack. The group scattered as the wolves hit the ground before standing up on two legs to attack the adventurers.
"Werewolves." Harefolk Bowman's instinct telling him to run yet he fumbled to fire of a bolt at the creatures.
"Werewolves…no one said anything about werewolves. Don't you need silver to kill them?" Apprentice Cleric quickly got back to her feet as she nervously held her sword.
"We don't have any silver, so we'll just have to use what we have and hope for the best." Though nervous himself Rookie Warrior tightened his grip on his sword and charged in to attack.
Harefolk Bowman fired a bolt at the werewolf which easily hit the best in the chest, but only enraged it as it readied to attack him.
"Protection!"
Before the werewolf could slash at his throat, a barrier went up to protect Harefolk Bowman. Harefolk Bowman was surprised by this and quickly looked around to see Priestess behind hand with sounding staff in hand.
"You have my thanks."
The party of adventurers cautiously attacked the two werewolves, doing their best to avoid their claws and snapping jaws while trying to attack themselves.
"Quickly move back and don't breathe it in." Half-Demon Thief reached behind her back and withdrew a small object.
She hurled the object at the two werewolves, a small egg, which shattered among the werewolf's chest and a cloud of black powder erupted. The were wolf breathed in the strange concoction and roared with pain, furiously rubbing its nose and face to remove the irritant.
"Wait…are those?" Priestess dropped the spell and looked towards her friend with wide eyes.
"I had Goblin Slayer show me how to make those eggs filled with the crushed powder. Very effective at stopping these things."
The party regrouped as they prepared to continue their attack, one werewolf snarling at the while the other groaned in pain from the powder. Suddenly they heard a new sound, the sound of a horse galloping forward, the party turned to see a massive creature with red eyes charging toward them, atop its back was a rider in a long coat. They immediately figured him to be another adversary, but almost instantly the figure vanished before their eyes. Then came the fluttering sound of a cape above them, they looked up to see the rider almost flying towards them with long sword drawn. Before any of them could properly react, the figure flew past them towards the two werewolves, there were two flashes of light, the moon light reflecting off his sword and he landed on the ground in a crouch.
"What…what just happened?" Apprentice Cleric was at a loss for what had transpired in those few moments.
"Look his sword." Half-Demon Thief was quick to point to the rider's weapon.
There on the blade was a red liquid, blood, they then turned their attention towards the werewolves who remained motionless. Suddenly the heads of the werewolves effortlessly rolled off and the bodies hit the ground with a heavy thud, blood effortlessly flowing from their necks.
"He…he killed them. I thought only silver worked against werewolves." Rookie Warrior turned his gaze from the bodies of the werewolves to the mysterious figure.
"Silver if effective, but there are other ways to slay a werewolf."
The voice was cold, almost devoid of any emotion, for Priestess and Half-Demon Thief they felt as though they were once again speaking with Goblin Slayer. The figure gave a quick shake of his blade to remove the blood before sheathing it. He turned toward the party and slowly approached them, this figure was imposing, taller than Goblin Slayer, nearly as tall as Lizard Priest. They could see the figure was a young man with a rather pale complexion with a cold gaze in his eyes as he looked down at the young warriors before him. For the all the women, the mere sight of this figure caused them all to feel the heat rush to their face, even Rookie Warrior and Harefolk Bowman were envious at his appearance.
"Guild tags. Adventurers?"
"Y,yes." Priestess quickly snapped back to reality. "Are you an adventurer as well?"
"No. A hunter."
"Those eyes, that appearance, the way you moved…" Half-Demon Thief studied him carefully, she could instantly tell there was something off about him and now understood why. "You're a vampire hunter, but not human…a Dhampir."
"Dhampir…what's that?" Fighter still felt a blush on her face as she looked away from this man toward Half-Demon Thief.
"He's half-vampire."
The party was shocked to hear this and quickly looked back to this young man waiting to see how he would react and what course of action they should take.
"I am a vampire hunter…nothing more, nothing less." The Dhampir Hunter was cold in his reply even though the expression on his face was neutral. "Have you come here for the vampire?"
"Yes, to ensure my village is safe." Harefolk Bowman was confident in his reply towards the Dhampir.
"Very well, we must make haste. Their master may still be in the area." Dhampir Hunter motioned towards the two slain werewolves by his feet.
"One of our party members rushed ahead to chase after some fleeing lower demons. We need to find him before their master finds him." Rhea Fighter was adamant to find her companion. "Do you think he will try to drink his blood or turn him into a vampire as well?"
"Their master, the noble I seek, is no man. Their master…is their mistress."
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"I…I…thank you, but we need to leave this place, there is no telling when those cloaked figures will show up again."
Wizard Boy was rather flustered as this beautiful woman continued to embrace him, his face pressed against her breasts.
"Stay with me. Continue to protect me my brave adventurer."
She calmly moved him away from her chest where he was able to look up at her face, there he was lost in the gaze of her green eyes then saw as she smiled and saw her elongated canines. In that instant he realized this was the vampire they sought, but he found his body would not respond. The female figure turned his head to the right and titled it to the side exposing his neck to her which she graciously bent forward to kiss.
Author's Note: I want to give a big thanks to GrimmBear, he's been gracious enough to begin drawing artwork for the chapters of Howl of Vengeance. If possible, and with his permission, I'd like to feature it on the website. Please be sure to check out his stories.