Fireo: Hi everyone I would just like everyone to known this is my first story so any helpful reveiws critical or not would be appreciated
Disclaimer: I do not own Dungeouns&Dragons but I do own a few of the magic items and a bunch of the gods amongst which are the Amulet of the minds and the honour blade.
Chapter1
I screwed up. I have failed and because of my failure my friends will end up dead or worse turned into undead vampires. It all began with us fulfilling our oaths, the oaths we made ten year ago….
Jaenthar collapsed on the warm boulder. He was exhausted but happy to be home in Shentan valley. Below in the valley he could see the smoke rising from the cooking fires. "My own homes fires out and the roofs probably leaked. I should never have left on that damn quest I should have learned in my eighty years not to rush in to protect people specially when they don't want to be saved," said Jaen.
"You always were way too eager to play the hero cousin." Jaen quickly dropped into a fighting stance his twin short swords drawn as a familiar silhouette approached with the sun behind it.
"Talan is that you?" muttered an astonished Jaen.
"The one and only!" yelled the half elf running forward embracing his cousin.
"It's been too long Jaen you have changed quite a bit in these last ten years." Said Talan. "The same can't be said for you Talan. Where's your brother Dellthas?"
"No idea. We split up two years after we took the oath. Beyond that I can't tell you."
"Let's just hope that brother of yours is still alive." said Jaen. The two half elves chatted as they walked down the road. They heard the sound of a twig snap. Stopping they drew their weapons waiting when they heard a ghostly voice howling
"Beegoone from heere half elves only death awaits you if you continue!" The cousins swept the surrounding area with their elven sight. They saw the outline of young lady with some obvious elven traits from her figure alone.
"Damnit Teidra, you scared the living crap out of me!" screamed Jaen. Laughing out of the bushes stepped a beautiful half drow dressed in the dove gray robes of a spell caster who had passed the test in the tower of high sorcery but who was not yet a member of one of the three orders.
"Hey Jaen, that will teach you for nearly drowning me trying to catch a fish with your hands," Laughed Teidra.
"That was fifty years ago and I said I was sorry." Muttered an exasperated Jaen.
"Oh hey Talan, I didn't see you there sorry if I scared you too."
"It's alright. I enjoyed seeing the look on Jaens face." Replied Talan a smile on his face. The friends then heard a clinking noise like that of chain mail. Looking down the path they saw a pale man in black chain mail wielding a long sword accompanied by four men in heavy robes wielding maces.
"You have no right to be in city limits after dark you will have to come with me to Duke Antony's castle." said the pale man. Just then the friends smelt a strong odor of rotting flesh and grave soil.
"Not the undead I hate the undead!" screamed Jaen.
Drawing there weapons the friends saw zombies come stumbling out of the bushes. As they looked up they saw that the robed men were tearing off there robes revealing skeletal bodies. The pale man smiled revealing pointed canines.
"Surrender now and I promise you your demise will be swift, who knows the young lady there may even be blessed with vampiric form." mocked the vampire,
"I wouldn't be so sure about that abomination." cried a mysterious man who was garbed in pure black leather armour and wearing a steel mask with obsidian lenses over the eyes as he swung a silver long sword at the vampire who promptly ducked under the swing drawing his sword.
"Capture these fools my minions I will deal with this interloper." snarled the vampire. As the zombies slowly advanced Teidra motioned her friends behind her as she chanted
"Ashi, Shirath, Meteren!" a fireball burst from her finger tips consuming five of the zombies. Behind her Jaen had his short swords out and was slashing at the advancing zombies loping off arms legs and a few heads. Beside him Talan called upon his druidic training to transform himself into a bear. Talan the bear swung his paws mauling any zombies foolish enough to come within his reach. The battle ended as quickly as it began the shattered bodies of thirty zombies lay around the three friends. They turned to see the masked man dueling the vampire burnt bones was all that was left of the skeletons. The combatants locked swords trying to push each other they separated the man panting from the exertion.
"You can't win you fool." Laughed the vampire,
"You are the fool for letting me catch my breath." Replied the man as he said this flames sprang from his body engulfing him and his weapon. He quickly charged into the vampire burning it before plunging his sword into its heart. The man turned to look at the companions the friends raised there weapons ready to fight this strange warrior.
"Talan, Jaen, Teidra you can put your weapons away it's me," as he said this he removed the mask revealing tanned skin fiery orange eyes and white hair smiling he said, " Its been a while."
"Dell is that you!" stammered Talan,
"Yea bro didn't recognize me did you?" said Dellthas smiling as he wiped his sword on a cloth.
"You guy better follow me back to town before another patrol comes along," said Dellthas.
"Lead on then so we can get some ale," sniggered Jaen.
"It's no laughing matter now you are all considered rebels against the tyrant Duke Antony and his master the siltaran vampire who calls himself the Overking," replied Dellthas.
"Why is that brother?" asked Talan.
"Because you kept him from getting his way he's a vain egotistical narcissistic bastard.' replied Dellthas.
"Any who defy him usually end up dead but I will explain everything at the tavern," said Dellthas. The friends walked till they reached a small cabin.
"You guys wait for me out here I have to grab a few things." said Dellthas. He walked about a minute latter he came back out in a very different outfit he was wearing a vest like chain shirt a pair of jean like pants and a large red leather trench coat. The friends continued on till they reached the town there they saw the welcome sight of the Last stop inn….