The pyre is burning slow by the time Ismark and Anhur have finished repairing the window, and a moment later Cerin and Ireena have cleared the door. Ismark beckons anxiously to those who are outside and heads towards the door.
"Inside, quickly," he says. "There is no telling when he will return."
"'He'? Was the vampire here?"
"I did not see any vampires outside."
"That's of little comfort. I don't imagine he would be seen unless he wishes it so. Inside, all of you. This ordeal has just begun."
obviously, once everyone has returned inside Cerin will replace the furniture blocking the door with all haste.
"Get what rest you can, I will awaken the next watch at the appointed hour."
Morgan will take his turn at resting, and his rest is fitful. Clearly he dreams poorly.
Once the group has returned inside, the barricade rebuilt at the front door, the two Barovians go upstairs to sleep.
Cerin 10-12
Morgan 12-2
Anhur 2-4
Jake 4-6
Wintermoon 6-8
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I will offer to sleep, close to, if not in the same bed with the young lady, and I promise nothing funny. Being a woman, I hope this will give her some comfort.
With the party and hosts finally settling in, Cerin will pass the remainder of his watch quietly walking room to room in the house, hand on sword hilt.
While not so bold to enter rooms with sleeping persons, he pauses at doorways to bedrooms and listens for anything out of the ordinary.
Ireena welcomes Jake to make a bed on the floor of her room and Wintermoon takes a place on the sofa and is soon asleep. Cerin's watch passes uneventfully, and at midnight, he wakes Morgan and settles into sleep.
"My friend, will you let me in? Quietly, though. The enemy is near." The voice is one you know and trust.
Keeping quiet so as not to awaken the others, Morgan will go to the door and open it.
"Damnation," the man whispers, grabbing your arm in a powerful grip. "They won't stop following me. Please. You must hold them here. If they come inside, we're lost. I'll fetch your allies. Come my children." The last seems to be some sort of prayer, as his eyes and hands lift up to the night sky as he says it.
The night's events did not wear him out so much that the ensuing racket would lull him further to sleep. What now, he thought of the barricade being pulled down. It did not occur to him but a few moments later when muffled conversation was prevalent that he was not in fact dreaming and someone had been let in.
He slowly raised his head to peer over the end of his feet and the couch arm. The gentleman passes through the hall before him and Wintermoon's eyes go wide.
Who was this man?! Why was he inside so easily?! Why was Morgan helping him?! What was growling outside?! STOP! Where do you think you're going!?!
...His hands flashed in a blur of symbols Rhoi'r gorau i Stop! As he shouts the last symbol is formed and a thunderous boom rocks the old house.
A wave of thunderous force sweeps out from you. Each creature in a 15-foot cube originating from you must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, a creature takes 2d8 thunder damage and is pushed 10 feet away from you. On a successful save, the creature takes half as much damage and isn’t pushed.
blissfully dreaming of chocolate cake
Ahh, what was that!
As Morgan stares into the fog at the dire wolves, the gentleman moves towards the stairs, only to be caught by a massive blast of sound and energy from Wintermoon as he rose from the couch.
The gentleman is flung into the wall by the force of the spell. The furniture that had formed the barricade crashes against the walls, and the BOOM! of thunder from below wakens those upstairs.
To Wintermoon's surprise, the gentleman moves swiftly to stand beside him.
Where once was a man laying down now lay a beast no less ferocious than what waits outside. Wintermoon turned Dire Wolf lunges at the Gentleman with all his ferocity in tow.
Jake will get up as fast as she can and then once I have my orientation figured out I will run for the stairs and try to get to down to the first floor. Let me know when I can go again. I have a Magic Spear in my hands, so I hope it makes a difference!
Anhur bolts upright at the explosive thunder that resonates through the house. "Again? How do these people sleep?" He runs towards the noise.
Jake (who sleeps with a magic spear in her hands) and Anhur rush down the stairs and see Morgan standing by the open door. They see Wintermoon standing next to a handsome gentleman in ancient finery.
The gentleman reaches out for Wintermoon, but the wiley old druid slips out of his grasp.
Pointing the spear, but standing her ground and not advancing, at the well dressed man,Jake says
It's way too late for a social call, and we aren't in the mood to buy any snake oil, friend. So who are you and exactly what are you doing coming in here in the middle of the night?
She then shouts out for the residence
Ismark, Ireena, we've got company and I don't know if this guy is a friend of the family, or if he is about to become a wall decoration. We can use a little help here.
She then threatens the man Mister I wouldn't do anything else again, don't raise you hands, don't open your out, don't move a muscle or you are going to know what pain is.[/b]
Cerin hurries down to see what is happening and Morgan calls out for his weapon, which appears in his hand.
"As you say, we are friends, dear," the man says to Jake. As his eyes find hers, she sees that he is a trustworthy sort. Perhaps she is in the mood to buy snake oil after all.
Meanwhile, the wolves rush Morgan. As he stands in the door, only one can reach him easily, though two others try to push in.
The wolf catches Morgan by the leg and pulls him off his feat, snarling viciously.
"Blast and darnation! Get off me beast!"
We, are not, friends, mister. Now I'm going to ask you nicely to leave and then...wait. Morgan watch out! How did these wolves get in here. Wintermoon! Are these your dogs. They are being a nuisance.
Jake will rush to help Morgan, attacking a wolf to try and get it off him
Bad dog, down, get down!
Awoken at the sound, Cerin lurches to his feet, and draws his sword. Once out of the room he had bunked down in and at the top of the stairs, he quickly surveys the situation.
"What's going on?" he shouts, and then puts himself between the stranger and the stairs.
Cerin, Jake and Anhur scramble down the stairs and see the scene unfolding.
ROUND TWO
Jake rushes to Morgan's aid, but is unable to get a clear shot at the wolf without risking her friend.
Wintermoon slips away of the gentleman's grasping fingers and lunges at him, is body sprouting fur as he transforms into a dire wolf. His teeth catch the man's arm and drag the man to the ground.
Again, the man seems to move unnatural speed, trying to grapple the Wintermoon-wolf, but failing.
Anhur leaps down the stairs at the man attacking Wintermoon.
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Morgan stands and attacks the nearest wolf, swinging with his holy sword.
The gentleman stands and this time gets his arm around the Wintermoon/wolf's neck before the druid pulls free.
Cerin, too perplexed to speak, instead settles on an easy course of action. He snarls wordlessly and slashes at the wolf attacking Morgan.
The gentleman's fingers finally catch hold of Wintermoon, tangling in the wolf's fur and pulling him into a tight embrace. Then he bites, his teeth sinking deep. As the druid's blood pours into his mouth, his wounds heal, and when he has drunk, he looks up.
"So these are the heroes Kolyan thought would save him?" he says, laughing. "At least you're too late to bury him."
As he laughs, the wolves bite at Cerin, Jake and Morgan. Each draws blood, but the three manage to stay on their feet.
Wintermoon, don't let that blood sucking moron get the better of you. Fight him like the day fights the night!
Sorry that's the best bardic Inspiration I can come up with, having an off day.
"Blood sucking moron?" he chuckles. It does not sound as if his pride has been badly stung. He begins to drag Wintermoon towards the door and calls out to Morgan. "Step aside, my friend, so that I may take this foul beast from this noble house."
Anhur sees the vampire address Morgan as an ally. "Morgan Il'Fayne, by the power of The Flame, remember who you are."
"Be well, Wintermoon." he adds, healing some of the druid's wounds.
A yelp pierces the air as Diremoon is bitten. He writhes in the uncanny grasp of the Gentleman who is obviously less than gentle.
To no avail though, he's only able to viciously bite back at the man again.
A warm soothing feeling flows through his wolf blood.
The man, no longer seeming gentle, attempts to bite Wintermoon again, but is unable to get his teeth through the thickly matted hair.
I guess Jake will go all stabby stabby on the gentleman now, ignoring the many, many, wolves at the door!
We've got to get that monster off of Wintermoon before it's too late!