DM Brainiac’s Kingmaker 2E: Table 1

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Will vs Fear: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (11) + 19 = 30
Fortitude vs Stunning Fist: 1d20 + 21 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 21 - 1 = 27
Reflex vs Skeletons: 1d20 + 17 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 17 - 1 = 27

Deregar's spell shakes the chimera but its hide proves too tough for Tyr. Sariana delivers another critical hit while the skeleton rake the beast's legs.

The chimera attacks Sariana with all three of its heads! The snake's fangs pierce her side, but the monk uses her shield to ward off the vulture's beak and the centipede's mandibles.

Snake Fangs, Vulture Beak, Centipede Mandibles: 1d20 + 23 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 23 - 1 = 291d20 + 18 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 18 - 1 = 231d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 13 - 1 = 26
Damage: 2d12 + 11 ⇒ (2, 4) + 11 = 17

17 piercing damage to Sariana, and she must attempt a DC 28 Fortitude save against Bloom Venom.

Bloom Venom (poison, primal):
Saving Throw Fortitude DC 28; Maximum Duration 6 rounds; Stage 1 2d6 poison and enfeebled 1; Stage 2 2d6 poison and enfeebled 2; Stage 3 2d10 poison and enfeebled 2

Enemy Status:
-97


Female Human Vampire Witch (Wild) 9 | HP 71 | AC 23 | Fort +14 Ref +15 Will +14 | Perc +12 | Focus 3 | Hero Point: 1/3 || Familiar (Dante) AC 23 | HP 45

Floare follows up with a directed attack - an arc of lightning that fills the cavern with a brilliant white flash.

{A}{A} lightning bolt: 4d12 ⇒ (6, 6, 5, 11) = 28
Basic Reflex Save vs DC 25

Current Status/Spells:

Current HP: 57/57
Current Focus: 3/3
Current Effects: n/a
Spell DC: 25
Spell Attack: +15
Focus Spells
Cantrips (1) - wilding word
3 - blood ward, life boost, phase familiar

Prepared Spells
Cantrips (3) - dancing lights, guidance, healing plaster, produce flame, protect companion, tanglefoot
1 - horizon thunder sphere, mage armor, spirit link
2 - dispel magic, heal, scorching ray
3 - curse of lost time, haste, lightning bolt
4 - freedom of movement, murderous vine

Dark Archive

| HP 123/133 | AC:27 | Fo:+16 Re:+16 Wi:+17+ | Ath +15, Acr +16, Dec +16, Itm +14, Med +13, Perc +15 | Fangs/Fists +18 2d8+6+d6 bleed | Ki 0/2, HeP: 3/3, Haste 1/1 | Active Conditions:

Fort: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 14 + 2 = 36

Sariana has had benders with worse effects than this poison and shakes it off with ease. She keeps her shield high and uses it as a weapon, slamming faces and teeth with it and vampiric strength.

No need to feint since it gets flat-footed for hitting me while I'm in stance.
Flurry: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 351d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27
Damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (1, 5) + 6 = 122d8 + 6 ⇒ (7, 5) + 6 = 18

Strikes: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 271d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Damage?: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (7, 2) + 6 = 152d8 + 6 ⇒ (7, 7) + 6 = 20
Raise Shield again.

Not sure what the AC is so being optimistic that I need to roll this much!


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 9 | HP 109/109 | AC 22 | Fort +16 Ref +12 Will +19 | Perc +17; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 27, attack +17 | hero point 1 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

skeletons, DC 25 reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4
divine lance: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21
damage, spirit damage: 5d4 ⇒ (1, 3, 4, 1, 1) = 10

Tandri tries to gauge damage on her mistress, which is always hard since she doesn't bleed or ever show signs of pain. But she believes, now is not the time to expend another mending of her palid flesh spell. Instead, she attempts to blast it with her goddess's ire while her skeletons continue their tearing.


LN male skilled human summoner 9 HP 95/125| AC 25 | F +15 R +15 W +13 (+1 vs sleep/paralysis)| Perc +12=3 | Resist Fire 8 speed 25 ft | focus 2/2| Hero 2 |5: 2/2 4: 3/3 Active Conditions:

Deregar lends his magical support to Tyr, who attacks the creature.

Act Together (Boost, Strike), Strike, Strike
jaws: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24 for piercing: 2d8 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 1) + 6 + 4 = 14
claw: 1d20 + 16 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 16 - 4 = 27 for slashing: 2d6 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 1) + 6 + 4 = 14
claw: 1d20 + 16 - 8 ⇒ (6) + 16 - 8 = 14 for slashing: 2d6 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 + 4 = 14


Reflex vs Lightning, Skeletons: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 311d20 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22
Fortitude vs Stun: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (11) + 21 = 32

Tyr manages to score a hit with his claw, Floare zaps the chimera with lightning. Tandri's divine lance goes wide, but her skeletons rake at the monster. Sariana delivers a devastating flurry of blows that lays the chimera low!

As the three-headed monster falls, though, its body begins to spasm and writhe. It then explodes in a riot of seething vegetation and raw life!

Life Bloom: 12d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 5, 4, 1, 1, 4, 5, 1, 3, 6, 4) = 41

All living creatures heal 41 HP!

From the beast's ruptured carcass, a towering plant suddenly sprouts! A thick, green stalk with spiraling rows of thorns stands at the center of the plant. Each flower has a growing seed pod at its center, surrounded by vibrant petals in a wide variety of colors. Vines studded with sharp thorns writhe about it as the newly emerged creature gets its bearings...

Still in combat! Everybody may act!


LN male skilled human summoner 9 HP 95/125| AC 25 | F +15 R +15 W +13 (+1 vs sleep/paralysis)| Perc +12=3 | Resist Fire 8 speed 25 ft | focus 2/2| Hero 2 |5: 2/2 4: 3/3 Active Conditions:

The vital energy flows through Tyr and Deregar. "That was...strange!"

Figuring it is a plant, Tyr unleashes flame on it!

Act Together (Breath Weapon, Boost), Strike

fire: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 1, 6) = 11 (DC 23 Basic Reflex)

flame jet: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30 for fire: 2d4 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 1) + 4 + 4 = 11


Female Human Vampire Witch (Wild) 9 | HP 71 | AC 23 | Fort +14 Ref +15 Will +14 | Perc +12 | Focus 3 | Hero Point: 1/3 || Familiar (Dante) AC 23 | HP 45

Floare feels the energy wash over her like a wind filled with stinging sand. Shuddering at the unpleasant sensation, she joins Deregar in sending fire at the strange plant.

{A}{A} Produce Flame Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33
Produce Flame Damage - Fire: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 1) + 4 = 14

Current Status/Spells:

Current HP: 57/57
Current Focus: 3/3
Current Effects: n/a
Spell DC: 25
Spell Attack: +15
Focus Spells
Cantrips (1) - wilding word
3 - blood ward, life boost, phase familiar

Prepared Spells
Cantrips (3) - dancing lights, guidance, healing plaster, produce flame, protect companion, tanglefoot
1 - horizon thunder sphere, mage armor, spirit link
2 - dispel magic, heal, scorching ray
3 - curse of lost time, haste, lightning bolt
4 - freedom of movement, murderous vine


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 9 | HP 109/109 | AC 22 | Fort +16 Ref +12 Will +19 | Perc +17; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 27, attack +17 | hero point 1 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

recall knowledge, sustain
nature: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30

As her slight scratches are healed, Tandri looks with worry at Lady Nightsong and Floare, worried to her core that this has hurt them. It hadn't. So she turns her focus on the plant, looking for weaknesses, or at least understanding.

While she does so, her skeletons, which had been knocked about, start chewing on the offspring of the last foe with equal eagerness.

rousing skeletons, dc 25 vs reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

Her goddess provides her mistress with a little guidance as well

Guidance on Sari

Dark Archive

| HP 123/133 | AC:27 | Fo:+16 Re:+16 Wi:+17+ | Ath +15, Acr +16, Dec +16, Itm +14, Med +13, Perc +15 | Fangs/Fists +18 2d8+6+d6 bleed | Ki 0/2, HeP: 3/3, Haste 1/1 | Active Conditions:

Sariana continues ripping and tearing. Eldritch monstrosities, magical plants, its all the same to her!

All the attacks: 1d20 + 17 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 17 + 1 = 381d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 191d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 211d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
Damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (3, 4) + 6 = 13
Raise shield.


Reflex vs Fire Breath, Skeletons: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 221d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34
Fortitude vs Stun: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (12) + 21 = 33

Deregar, Tyr, and Floare all scorch the plant with flames! It doesn't seem to be particularly vulnerable to fire, but it damages the creature all the same. Tandri cannot identify the rare monster, but her skeletal hands prove quite effective, the slashing damage exploiting the plant's weakness! Sariana scores a single critical hit, though she finds the creature is resistant to bludgeoning damage.

The plant is slowed from its sudden emergence, but it lashes out at Sariana with its thorny vines! It begins to recover from its torpor--next time, it will no longer be slowed!

Thorny Vines: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (7) + 23 = 301d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 34
Damage: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (4, 4) + 10 = 182d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 62d8 + 10 ⇒ (7, 1) + 10 = 182d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11
Flat Check DC 11: 1d20 ⇒ 20

36 piercing and 17 poison damage to Sariana. Everybody may act.

Enemy Status:
-65


LN male skilled human summoner 9 HP 95/125| AC 25 | F +15 R +15 W +13 (+1 vs sleep/paralysis)| Perc +12=3 | Resist Fire 8 speed 25 ft | focus 2/2| Hero 2 |5: 2/2 4: 3/3 Active Conditions:

Tyr continues a toothy-clawy assault on the plant, while Deregar supports.

Act Together (Draconic Frenzy, Boost Eidolon), Strike

Breath Weapon Recharge: 1d4 ⇒ 2
jaws: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32 for piercing: 2d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 1) + 4 + 4 = 13
claws: 1d20 + 16 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 16 - 4 = 24 for slashing: 2d6 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (5, 1) + 4 + 4 = 14
claws: 1d20 + 16 - 8 ⇒ (19) + 16 - 8 = 27 for slashing: 2d6 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 1) + 4 + 4 = 12

claws: 1d20 + 16 - 8 ⇒ (2) + 16 - 8 = 10 for slashing: 2d6 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 + 4 = 14


Female Human Vampire Witch (Wild) 9 | HP 71 | AC 23 | Fort +14 Ref +15 Will +14 | Perc +12 | Focus 3 | Hero Point: 1/3 || Familiar (Dante) AC 23 | HP 45

Hoping to slow the creature down for at least a short time, Floare tries a different spell - a spell to age it. But for this to work she has to touch it.

"Do you know what you have to do, my brave boy?" she whispers.

I can do it, Mom.

With a scraping of wolf claws on stone, Dante dashes forward to snap his teeth on one of the huge plant's leaves.

{A}{A}cast curse of lost time
Basic DC 25 Fortitude Save
Critical Success: The living creature is unaffected. Success: The living creature briefly ages, becoming clumsy 1 and enfeebled 1 for 1 round. Failure: As success, with a duration of 1 hour. Critical Failure: As success, with an unlimited duration.

Current Status/Spells:

Current HP: 57/57
Current Focus: 3/3
Current Effects: n/a
Spell DC: 25
Spell Attack: +15
Focus Spells
Cantrips (1) - wilding word
3 - blood ward, life boost, phase familiar

Prepared Spells
Cantrips (3) - dancing lights, guidance, healing plaster, produce flame, protect companion, tanglefoot
1 - horizon thunder sphere, mage armor, spirit link
2 - dispel magic, heal, scorching ray
3 - curse of lost time, haste, lightning bolt
4 - freedom of movement, murderous vine

Dark Archive

| HP 123/133 | AC:27 | Fo:+16 Re:+16 Wi:+17+ | Ath +15, Acr +16, Dec +16, Itm +14, Med +13, Perc +15 | Fangs/Fists +18 2d8+6+d6 bleed | Ki 0/2, HeP: 3/3, Haste 1/1 | Active Conditions:

Attacks: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 311d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 241d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 161d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (7, 1) + 6 = 14

Sariana weaves, ducks and keeps her shield raised as the others rip into the plant.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 9 | HP 109/109 | AC 22 | Fort +16 Ref +12 Will +19 | Perc +17; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 27, attack +17 | hero point 1 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri lets out a slight gasp of delight as Her little bony terrors cut into the plant so well. Mentally she encourages them to keep sating their desires, while weaving a harming spell for her mistress.

rousing skeletons, dc 25 reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8
harr, lv 4, two action on Sariana: 4d10 + 32 ⇒ (7, 9, 3, 9) + 32 = 60


Reflex vs Skeletons: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26
Fort vs Lost Time, Stun: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (12) + 21 = 331d20 + 21 ⇒ (18) + 21 = 39

The plant resists the piercing damage from Tyr's jaws, but his claws prove quite effective in tearing through the vines! In response, though, the torn vine sprays a gout of acid at the eidolon!

Defensive Burst: 9d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 4, 3, 4, 6, 4, 4, 2) = 391d4 ⇒ 4

Tandri's skeletons rip at the plant some more. Dante bites the plant, temporarily aging it. Sariana lands a blow!

The plant turns its wrath on Tyr, attacking with its vines!

Thorny Vines vs Tyr: 1d20 + 23 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 23 - 1 = 271d20 + 18 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 18 - 1 = 341d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 8 - 1 = 8
Damage: 2d8 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (7, 4) + 10 - 1 = 202d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 42d8 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (3, 5) + 10 - 1 = 172d6 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3

Tyr takes 39 acid damage (DC 26 basic Reflex save). He then takes 54 piercing damage 10 poison damage.

Enemy Status:
-110


Female Human Vampire Witch (Wild) 9 | HP 71 | AC 23 | Fort +14 Ref +15 Will +14 | Perc +12 | Focus 3 | Hero Point: 1/3 || Familiar (Dante) AC 23 | HP 45

Furious flame follows from Floare.

{A}{A} Produce Flame Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30
Produce Flame Damage - Fire: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 1, 1, 4) + 4 = 13

Current Status/Spells:

Current HP: 57/57
Current Focus: 3/3
Current Effects: n/a
Spell DC: 25
Spell Attack: +15
Focus Spells
Cantrips (1) - wilding word
3 - blood ward, life boost, phase familiar

Prepared Spells
Cantrips (3) - dancing lights, guidance, healing plaster, produce flame, protect companion, tanglefoot
1 - horizon thunder sphere, mage armor, spirit link
2 - dispel magic, heal, scorching ray
3 - curse of lost time, haste, lightning bolt
4 - freedom of movement, murderous vine


LN male skilled human summoner 9 HP 95/125| AC 25 | F +15 R +15 W +13 (+1 vs sleep/paralysis)| Perc +12=3 | Resist Fire 8 speed 25 ft | focus 2/2| Hero 2 |5: 2/2 4: 3/3 Active Conditions:

Reflex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Hero Point: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

With a roar that fades into the distance, Tyr disappears. Deregar slumps silently to the floor!

Dark Archive

| HP 123/133 | AC:27 | Fo:+16 Re:+16 Wi:+17+ | Ath +15, Acr +16, Dec +16, Itm +14, Med +13, Perc +15 | Fangs/Fists +18 2d8+6+d6 bleed | Ki 0/2, HeP: 3/3, Haste 1/1 | Active Conditions:

With Tyr gone and Dante much too close for safety Sariana redoubles her efforts.

Flurry+: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 181d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 141d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 201d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

To absolutely no effect!

86/106 HP


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 9 | HP 109/109 | AC 22 | Fort +16 Ref +12 Will +19 | Perc +17; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 27, attack +17 | hero point 1 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

rousing skeletons, dc 25 reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9
heal, 4rth, for Deregar: 4d8 + 32 ⇒ (6, 3, 7, 2) + 32 = 50

In a flash, Deregar is down, making Tandri gasp in worry, grit her teeth in irritation at this plant, and focus her spell casting on the summoner.


LN male skilled human summoner 9 HP 95/125| AC 25 | F +15 R +15 W +13 (+1 vs sleep/paralysis)| Perc +12=3 | Resist Fire 8 speed 25 ft | focus 2/2| Hero 2 |5: 2/2 4: 3/3 Active Conditions:

Deregar pops up with a gasp, rising shakily from the floor. He flings a chunk of ice at the plant.

ray of frost: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23 for cold: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 1, 4, 4) + 4 = 15


Reflex vs Skeletons: 1d20 + 16 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 16 - 1 = 17

The plant takes damage from the skeletons and Floare's fire. It attacks Sariana with its vines, landing a critical hit!

Thorny Vine: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (17) + 23 = 401d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 211d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18
Damage: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (6, 2) + 10 = 182d6 ⇒ (5, 1) = 6

36 slashing and 12 acid damage to Sariana.

Enemy Status:
-143

Dark Archive

| HP 123/133 | AC:27 | Fo:+16 Re:+16 Wi:+17+ | Ath +15, Acr +16, Dec +16, Itm +14, Med +13, Perc +15 | Fangs/Fists +18 2d8+6+d6 bleed | Ki 0/2, HeP: 3/3, Haste 1/1 | Active Conditions:

At least the stupid plant is doing what it's supposed to and focusing on her.

Plant is automatically flat footed because it hit me while I was in stance.
Strikes: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 351d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 291d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 191d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (7, 6) + 6 = 192d8 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 = 10

So Sariana grasps leaves and vines and starts wrenching the plant into a crude knot.


Female Human Vampire Witch (Wild) 9 | HP 71 | AC 23 | Fort +14 Ref +15 Will +14 | Perc +12 | Focus 3 | Hero Point: 1/3 || Familiar (Dante) AC 23 | HP 45

More flames ...

{A}{A} Produce Flame Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22
Produce Flame Damage - Fire: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 3, 1, 4) + 4 = 16

Current Status/Spells:

Current HP: 57/57
Current Focus: 3/3
Current Effects: n/a
Spell DC: 25
Spell Attack: +15
Focus Spells
Cantrips (1) - wilding word
3 - blood ward, life boost, phase familiar

Prepared Spells
Cantrips (3) - dancing lights, guidance, healing plaster, produce flame, protect companion, tanglefoot
1 - horizon thunder sphere, mage armor, spirit link
2 - dispel magic, heal, scorching ray
3 - curse of lost time, haste, lightning bolt
4 - freedom of movement, murderous vine


LN male skilled human summoner 9 HP 95/125| AC 25 | F +15 R +15 W +13 (+1 vs sleep/paralysis)| Perc +12=3 | Resist Fire 8 speed 25 ft | focus 2/2| Hero 2 |5: 2/2 4: 3/3 Active Conditions:

Deregar snatches his spear from the ground and pokes at the plant.

CI longspear: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18 for piercing: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (5, 5) + 4 = 14
CI longspear: 1d20 + 14 - 5 ⇒ (1) + 14 - 5 = 10 for piercing: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (6, 4) + 4 = 14


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 9 | HP 109/109 | AC 22 | Fort +16 Ref +12 Will +19 | Perc +17; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 27, attack +17 | hero point 1 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

rousing skeletons, dc25 vs reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5

Tandri expends her last healing spell on Deregar, happy he is not dead, though she realizes her job would be easier if he was at least Undead.

heal, 3rd: 3d8 + 24 ⇒ (2, 7, 6) + 24 = 39


Reflex vs Skeletons: 1d20 + 16 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 16 - 1 = 22

The skeletons rip at the plant, then Sariana delivers a punishing combination that finishes off the monster! It shudders, vines writhing, before slumping over and withering away to dust!

Slaying the bloom of Lamashtu immediately ends the curse afflicting the kingdom and saves all of those who otherwise would have been doomed to burst into fresh new monsters!


LN male skilled human summoner 9 HP 95/125| AC 25 | F +15 R +15 W +13 (+1 vs sleep/paralysis)| Perc +12=3 | Resist Fire 8 speed 25 ft | focus 2/2| Hero 2 |5: 2/2 4: 3/3 Active Conditions:

"That was close. Lamashtu's minions are nothing to be underestimated. She truly is the Mother of Monsters." Deregar examines his extensive wounds, only recently closed by Tandri's magic.

Dark Archive

| HP 123/133 | AC:27 | Fo:+16 Re:+16 Wi:+17+ | Ath +15, Acr +16, Dec +16, Itm +14, Med +13, Perc +15 | Fangs/Fists +18 2d8+6+d6 bleed | Ki 0/2, HeP: 3/3, Haste 1/1 | Active Conditions:

Sariana kicks the plant dust a few times for good measure and then looks over at Tandri.

"We can wait while you deal with the spirit if you want Sweetling. But then I want this place purged with fire before we go back to Stag's End."

With the threat of the cult dealt with Sariana intends to return to her ruling. Hopefully the cult represents the last threat in these lands - and if it doesn't then the new threat will meet the same result as the old. Overwhelming destruction.


LN male skilled human summoner 9 HP 95/125| AC 25 | F +15 R +15 W +13 (+1 vs sleep/paralysis)| Perc +12=3 | Resist Fire 8 speed 25 ft | focus 2/2| Hero 2 |5: 2/2 4: 3/3 Active Conditions:

"Go ahead and talk to the ghost, Tandri. We've got this."

Deregar gestures concentrates for a moment, and a furious and vengeful Tyr appears in a gout of smoke and fire.

"Ah, I see we have triumphed, again," the dragon snorts.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 9 | HP 109/109 | AC 22 | Fort +16 Ref +12 Will +19 | Perc +17; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 27, attack +17 | hero point 1 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri nods as her small body shuffles back toward the entrance, returning to the skeletal remains of a gnome slumped against the southwestern wall. "Are you still in there?" she asks with a hint of annoyance. "The plant is dead, your caves cleaned."


The gnomish ghost manifests again as Tandri calls out. His features have softened, and he sighs with relief. "Good. I can finally rest now. But before I move on, I shall give you the gift of knowledge..."

He closes his eyes and focuses his energies on Floare. The witch's mind fills with knowledge of primal rituals. The ghost then smiles and fades away.

Floare automatically learns three rituals: awaken animal, commune with nature, and primal call.

You return to Nightsong victorious!

Everybody is now level 8! Everybody gain a Hero Point!


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 9 | HP 109/109 | AC 22 | Fort +16 Ref +12 Will +19 | Perc +17; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 27, attack +17 | hero point 1 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri frowns in even more annoyance, then sighs "Now we'll have to bury him, I suppose." the gnome being less sharp at the end and giving knowledge to Floare evened the scales in her mind, so she pulls off her cloak and starts to collect the bones.

Tyr and Dante help with a hole, then it is done. The rite she speaks is pure Calistrian, having never asked him what his preference would be before he was gone. It ends with "Transgressions can be balanced, never forgiven, this soul has reached equilibrium toward your servant. May you grant his next life to be full of desires, both big and small."


LN male skilled human summoner 9 HP 95/125| AC 25 | F +15 R +15 W +13 (+1 vs sleep/paralysis)| Perc +12=3 | Resist Fire 8 speed 25 ft | focus 2/2| Hero 2 |5: 2/2 4: 3/3 Active Conditions:

With the ghost dealt with, Tyr is happy to torch the whole cave, making sure no scrap of infected plant survives.


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Female Human Vampire Witch (Wild) 9 | HP 71 | AC 23 | Fort +14 Ref +15 Will +14 | Perc +12 | Focus 3 | Hero Point: 1/3 || Familiar (Dante) AC 23 | HP 45

Fluff:

As the carriage moved through the narrow streets, Floare pulled out the official looking missive from the pocket of her dress and scanned it again. Normally she would never second-guess meeting the Brevoy ambassador, but this felt ... different.

... very important that we meet with you ... information that your embassy offices are compromised ... private location ...

She glanced out through the thick curtains that enclosed the carriage at the unseasonally lovely weather that was blanketing Nightsong today. She had arranged the carriage soon after her transformation to allow her to still easily traverse the city without the threat of looming death from the burning rays of the sun. But now it served to keep her relatively anonymous.

"And there was nothing else said when this was delivered?" she questioned.

"No, My Lady," her scribe and secretary, Madina, replied with a bow of her head. The girl was seated next to her in the close confines of the vehicle and her thick skirts brushed against Floare's leg through the witch's thin dress. "It was just a standard courier who dropped it off."

Floare frowned.

Is something wrong, Mom?

Dante lifted his head from where his furry form filled the bench across from them.

"I don't think so, my Sweet Boy. It's just ... I always get nervous when I meet with these people."

The slowed and turned carefully into a dimly lit storage building before coming to a halt.

"Now we must be on our best behavior, Madina," Floare instructed as she opened the small door and gestured for the girl to lead her out. "Yes, My Lady."

Madina stepped out and down before turning to extend her hand for the 'Grand Ambassador'. Never comfortable with the airs she was expected to adopt as the principal negotiator for the kingdom, Floare had dispensed with the elaborate dress that had been laid out for her this morning, choosing to wear something light and airy in response to the weather. Stepping down onto the hard packed earthen floor of the building she reveled in the feel of dirt beneath her feet. The uncomfortable shoes were still resting next to the elaborate dress in her private chambers. Dante's large form joined her as she stepped forward to meet with the Brevoy ambassador.

Except this wasn't the man she usually met with.

"Who are you?" she questioned with a frown. Her eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the shadows of the building, noticing more figures than there should be. The fact that the man's uniform was clearly a sham was so obvious as to be laughable. Did they really expect to deceive her this way?

"Now, Pance!" one of the figures shouted out. There was a flurry of activity followed by a banging and groaning from above as a section of the building's roof fell away. Madina cried out in surprise and Floare blinked as the area she was standing in was bathed in the light of the bright midday sun.

The success of the trap was met with cheers and yells of jubilation from the gathered group of a half-dozen men and women. Those same cries faded off into an awkward silence as Floare continued to stand there and glare at them instead of bursting into flames as was expected.

"Uh .. Tom? You told us she was ... you know ... a vampire," one of the group questioned, leaning in to the man dressed in the fake Brevoy livery. "Shouldn't something be happening? Like flames or something?"

A low growl echoed from Dante's chest and Floare placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Oh, I am. A vampire, that is," she replied, allowing her fangs to show. "Did I disrupt your plan? I must apologize. You really need to make your intentions more clear if there's a role I'm expected to play."

Some nervous muttering began, but it was silenced by a wave of Tom's hand. "You lot have already been paid. The job ain't changed. It'll just need to be a little more bloody."

Floare shook her head. "You didn't really have a backup plan for this, did you? Simply burn me with sunlight and go your merry way? Well that's failed and now you only have two options." She glanced at her scribe. "Madina? Get back in the carriage." With a flurry of trailing of skirts, the young girl made haste to do her lady's bidding.

Turning back to the group in front of her, Floare counted figures. Five, including Tom. Well within her capabilities.

"Option one is to try to eliminate me with whatever sticks, clubs, and blades you actually thought to bring. Whereas I'm always armed." Smiling wider to show her teeth at their most intimidating, she also summoned a ball of flames into her hand. "Option two, on the other hand, is to take whatever coin you've already been paid and make for the border with the utmost haste." She shrugs her shoulders. "You might even make it."

Dante's growl grew louder and he joined his mother in baring his numerous teeth designed for the sole purpose of ripping and tearing meat.

"F&@~ this," was heard from the back and after a quick rustle of boots Tom was the only one left.

"I ain't afraid of your pup," Tom said with a sneer, drawing a short blade from his belt. "He's not the one you should be afraid of," Floare countered with a smile.

----

Floare closed the carriage door as she slipped inside, shrouding the interior with shadows. Wiping the blood from her lips, she took her seat next to a flustered Madina. "You ... you fed on him, My Lady?" she questioned in surprise. "I did more than feed on him," Floare replied, making herself comfortable. Turning a curious gaze towards her assistant, she couldn't help but notice the girl's stiff posture. "Why? Are you jealous?" The girl's hand flew up protectively to her neck, covering the healing bite marks that her delicate scarf didn't quite conceal. "N-no. Of course not. My Lady is free to feed upon those she chooses," the girl stammered, turning away.

"I've told you this before, Madina. I will not show favoritism towards any of those who choose to pro-offer themselves. Her Majesty, Lady Nightsong, is most jealous of that which belongs to her and I am most certainly hers. If she thought that you had caught my eye in any way ... Those that attempt to take what is hers never meet a pleasant end."

"Of course, My Lady. I'm sorry."

There was silence in the carriage broken only by the muffled sounds of Dante satisfying his own predatory hunger on what remained of Tom outside.

"Do we know who really sent him?" Madina finally asked. Floare shook her head and frowned. "No. He was hired via a written missive with an initial payment in gold. A larger payment was to follow once the job was completed." She holds up a blood-spattered piece of parchment. "Nothing else to indicate who was responsible."

"So you're really letting the rest of them go?"

Floare laughed. "Those that attempt to take what is hers never meet a pleasant end," she repeats. "Her Majesty takes great joy in the chase. I give them less than one chance in fifty of getting even half-way to the border." Reaching up, she tapped on the ceiling of the carriage and the driver began the labor of turning it around to return to the royal residence. Her Mistress must be informed.


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Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 9 | HP 109/109 | AC 22 | Fort +16 Ref +12 Will +19 | Perc +17; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 27, attack +17 | hero point 1 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

fluff:

Tandri Rumblespark was different. Had been all her life. A dwarf as un-dwarfy as one could imagine. Tainted by the blood the succubi that flowed through her veins. Cursed to draw the lusts of others while curdling their stomachs in disgust at the same time. Not following the traditional dwarven gods, instead worshipping the elven 'whore' (her father's words).

This was a topic that was often on her mind nowadays. Not about the difference the world sees in her, but the differences she now sees between herself and those she loves.

Distracting her.

Tandri sighed as she took off her glasses, placing them on her book. “We are short.” She rubbed the bridge of her pink nose, a hint of sharp irritation in her voice.

Madam Rumblespark, we've heard from Lady Nightsong's men already. Our production isn't meeting the needs of growth” the charming foreman said with a leer, which was quite unwise. “We need more farmlands, more workers, more-

I am aware, Mr. Potter” She slipped her glasses back on and looked back in her big tome full of careful lines and numbers. Inventory, purchases...

Purchases, like Curtains. Her finger stopped, remembering the shopping trip for their rooms. So Floare would be safe.

Pain flared, as another difference spiking in her mind. Distracting her.

Mr. Potter leaned in. “What ya looking at?” Too close, breathing in her particular euphoric scent. She didn't care at all to think about what she smelled like to Him.

Her finger traced down away from curtains to rows and rows of numbers.

These are the crop yields and these are what was sold and distributed. We are short. Not short as in we didn't produce enough. We Are Short in what we should have.

His smile wavered but then slid back on. “You must have gotten them wrong, I know how numbers and such can tax a pretty little-

The dwarf turned toward him and said flatly “I do not get numbers wrong.” It is all she had to distract her from the pain of being different from them, throwing herself into her work. “Someone is cheating Lady Nightsong of what is hers.

He backed away “Hey listen now-

Wearily she stopped him “We already know you. The guards have searched your place and your profits seized.

He looked around like a cornered dog, looking for those guards. They were not here. Just a small enticing dwarf with a still tail, hands folded, and no weapon.

His smile returned, uglier this time, as his hand reached for his knife. He could have such fun before he needed to run.

Her eyes never left him as a single cluck came from her lips. The bulk that had been chewing on a bone on the warehouse floor rose to alarming heights.

Y-You said he was harmless!” he stammered as his bowels loosened.

He is... to me.

----

After Beaky ate, Tandri saw to the promotion of the next foreman, then called for a wagon for her and her pet to return home. The dozen night guards Lady Nightsong insisted she traveled with riding beside.

Tandri nestled into the warmth of the owlbear, trying her best to go to sleep on the bouncy road.

Sleeping at home was the worst. Where she felt the most different from the two of them. All that time lost, where she couldn't be a part of their lives, was crushing her slowly.

And it hurt so much she wondered how she could continue living.

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Floare:
"Your assistant wants you to take her." Sariana says idly as she strokes her fingers through Floare's golden hair. She puts a finger over her Little One's lips as the instinctive denial rises and shushes her.

"I'm not angry Little One. She is weak and you are strong, it is the right of the strong to have the weak. The khal has many wives, his bloodriders have the best horses and the tribes too weak to defend their women and their horses lose both. If she throws herself at you and you want her, then have her."

Silence falls once more as the pair of vampires watch Tandri sleeping from across the courtyard. The tiefling tosses and turns, clearly not experiencing the sweetest of dreams.

"You were afraid. For her." Sariana says slowly, her hand still stroking rhythmically. "Why?"

Floare is silent for a moment, contemplating her answer.

"I am fond of her. But not in the way that she desires. And I would rather not see harm come to her simply for the sake of her mistaken belief that she could mean something more to me than she does. She has made no secret of her desire for me to take her as a lover as well as to transform her into ... into one of us."

The young witch shifts to get closer and more comfortable in her Queen's arms.

"But I have no wish to lead her on and doing one would imply that I would follow with the other. She is too innocent and needs to learn more of the world before she makes that final decision."

Changing the subject, Floare nods her head towards their sleeping companion.

"Is there a reason that you haven't brought Tandri into the fold? I know that she would like to join us."

"Do you?" Sariana replies, "Or do you think you do? My blood is not a gift I will squander. Nine thousand years Little One. I have lived nine thousand years and I will live that long again and more with you by my side. You asked me for that gift and I gave it, because I love you and desire you and I know that you truly wanted it. I love Tandri too, but until she tells me that she wants my blood, wants to be with me as you are... then it would be rape. I have never done that and I'm not going to start now. I suggest you do the same."

She pauses and lets the silence of the night engulf them both a while longer. "Making another vampire is... intimate Little One. You possess a piece of my power now. That's why you can walk in the sun so soon after your rebirth, because you have my blood. Those vampires who sire spawn after spawn weaken themselves and their progeny. You are the first to receive my blood, Tandri will be the second and there will be no more. It is a gift I saved for the truly exceptional." She favors her lover with a rare, genuine smile and a long lingering kiss.

"Turn your girl if you wish." She adds, turning her attention back to Tandri. "It is your choice and I won't make it for you, but you are mine Little One and that will never change." A royal command.

Tandri:
Dawn's rays creep through a gap in the curtains and bathe the wide bed in the pale golden light of dawn. Its creeping fingers tease Tandri's eyelids and she rolls over into a cool, hard figure behind her.

"You aren't sleeping Sweetling." Sariana's voice is oddly gentle as she gathers the tiefling in her arms. "You haven't been for weeks. Tell me what's wrong."

For most people, from most people, that would be a question, an invitation but from Sariana to her Sweetling it's a command, reinforced by steel strong sinews holding her in a cool embrace. "No-one hurts my girls." A fact amply demonstrated by the trial three days before of two woodcutters from Danteville. They confessed to attempting to murder Floare at the behest of a foreigner and Sariana's punishment, delivered by her own hands had been... creative and utterly brutal. Neither died, as citizens they could not be killed under the law, but Lady Nightsong had demonstrated to truly spectacular effect that she didn't need to kill someone to make their life unbearable.

"Tandri." Using her name, a measure of how seriously Sariana was taking the conversation. "Tell me what's wrong."


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fluff:

She wakes from her fitful doze, to be captured into impossibly strong arms for such a lithe frame. Tandri doesn't sniffen, even in that moment of lethargy and confusion of just awakening. She surrendered completely to Lady Nightsong, and even in this fuge, she continues to do so.

At the question, at the insistence, her tail curls in on itself, the sensations her skin envokes dance across Sariana's flesh like a summer storm. "I..." She hates words, having to find the right ones to explain the burial inside her.

"... don't wish to cause any concern or distress, Mistress." Even as she says this she knows it will not please. While that is true, Sariana commanded her to explain, so she must obey. "I... don't like being... different from you and Floare." Her words are a whisper lost in the dawn's light and against cold skin.

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Tandri:
"All you have to do is ask Sweetling." Sariana says, letting the light play over her and fill her with unnatural warmth so she can hold the tiefling closer. "It is my gift to you and I will never force it on you, but if you want it... then all you have to do is ask."

She nuzzles into Tandri's hair, drawing in the calming, delicious scent that is so uniquely her. "Eternity is a very long time Sweetling and I want you for all of it. As long as you want to be there."

Tandri knows her mistress well and its clear that this is one thing, perhaps the only one, which Sari won't push any further. This choice has to be hers, not a command, no matter how pleasant it may be to just obey. For this, she has to be strong.


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fluff:

The tightly coiled pink tail uncurls behind her

"I want it"

Tandri whispers so softly that no one without supernatural hearing has any hope of hearing.

Asking, wanting, was always a trap. A trap life and others used to hurt her... but her mistress had everything from her already, as well as her trust... so asking, WANTING, was okay.

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Tandri:
"Then it is yours." Sariana says simply. "I finished your coffin a few days ago too. Now, do you want to do it soon, or wait so that you can set things in order? I'll wait as long as you need Sweetling, but not too long."

There is a tone of darkness in her voice that makes Tandri shiver pleasurably. A promise of things to come.


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fluff:

"There are accounts to be watched, debts to be paid..." the dwarf says with some regret "... a day. My assistants can handle them, they just need to be directed to focus on the special cases." the ones Tandri assigns herself, both for the efficiency and the pleasure.

Her voice then takes on a worried tone "Unless that is too long..."

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The Death of a Salesdwarf:
That night, as Tandri finishes up her work she gets a knock at the door and finds her Mistress there, nicely dressed up and with a maid hovering in the background.

"Reinette is going to help you get ready." Sariana says simply. "Floare will meet us for dinner, but tonight is for you and I Sweetling." She ushers the maid in and closes the door. "You have ten minutes, then I'm taking you to dinner naked if you aren't dressed."

Dinner proves to be 'out' at a new location near the town hall - its a rather fancier establishment than has previously existed in Stag's End and the three ladies have the place to themselves, cleared for the Lady's visit. Sariana actually eats and is careful to compliment the cooking often, although Floare doesn't consume much - her vampire metabolism is still having trouble with her new diet. So Tandri gets the lion's share of the food, although Sariana does insist that she remove any alcohol effects regularly - apparently she isn't allowed to forget her last night among the living.

Afterwards Floare disappears with a smile and kisses for them both and Sariana takes Tandri down a few streets and into a raucous, hot and crowded dancehall. Both women are overdressed but no-one seems to care overmuch as they bump and grind with the rest of the group. Sariana dances possessively and her ferocious eyes drive away anything more than covetous glances when Tandri's delightful scent wends its way across the dancefloor.

As they leave Sariana sweeps Tandri off her feet and leaps easily onto the rooftops, running back towards her manor with light steps and great leaps that leave the wind rushing past the tiefling's skin.

"We'll run together soon Sweetling." Sari promises before, with one final leap, she soars through a large window that was clearly left open for that purpose and deposits Tandri on their wide bed. "Now I want you. Your scent has been making me crazy all night!"

She pounces like a starving animal and doesn't relent until Tandri collapses into unconsciousness - her body worn out with pleasure and delicious pain. Then the Lady of Nightsong drinks deeply and watches silently until her Sweetling's chest rises and falls for the last time.

"Goodnight Sweetling." She murmurs, sweeping the body up into her arms and striding for the basement and the hand-carved coffin that awaits Tandri and her new unlife. "I'll see you soon."


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poor dead Tandri:

Dwarven food is as heavy as the stones they covet and as rich as their greed. Tandri might avoid her people since they see her as an aberration, but their food still draws her soul in ways no other could.

Typically food and its people come as a package deal. A regrettable fact, which has been keeping her from eating at the new and only dwarven restaurant in their city.

From the smugly happy look in her best friend’s eyes that night, Tandri is certain the nation’s diplomate had a hand in the opening. Dwarves might be famously stubborn but Floare’s honeyed tongue knows no equal.

As they approached Tandri tried her best to relax, worried about eating with her kin, but her mistress had made the night perfect by clearing any and all that might whisper and stare.

Just one more reason, she is smitten to her core.

Another comes with her easy surrender later that evening, being the Lady’s in every way, until the moment comes when her teeth claim the last she has to give.

Her final breath.

Her pink skin flushed and beaded with sweat heaves, not with panic, but with consuming passion. Each breath approaching the last, makes her body soar in delicious surrender.

Tandri can feel the soft grazing of thorns in her soul as her goddess delights in the overwhelming feelings. Calistra approves, which is only marginally less important than her mistress's approval.

The breath comes slowly, become shallower, and then stops.

Tandri Rumblespark is dead.


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Female Human Vampire Witch (Wild) 9 | HP 71 | AC 23 | Fort +14 Ref +15 Will +14 | Perc +12 | Focus 3 | Hero Point: 1/3 || Familiar (Dante) AC 23 | HP 45

The Waiting Is The Hardest Part:
"She'll be fine." Sariana says, not looking up from her vigil over Tandri's body as Floare enters the underground chamber. "The change is coming faster than yours did. Another day, two at most. Then I'll take her out for her first hunt. You two can't go together until she has a handle on the thirst. You won't be strong enough to stop her yet. It won't be long though - my Sweetling won't want to disappoint me, or be any slower than you were." Her smile is proud, she clearly appreciates her girls competing for her approval.

Floare kneels down, unable to resist the urge to lean in to sample the scent of Tandri's neck. Her eyes close in pleasure. "She still smells like ... Tandri," she says with a grin. Her eyes open and she sits back. One hand reaches out and adjusts a loose tendril of the tiefling's hair. "Did I look so peaceful?" she asks.

"You did actually." Sariana says, wrapping Floare in her arms from behind. "It took longer with you but the change was easy until the last days. You were so alive, I think something in you fought. But everything Tandri wants is waiting for her on this side. She's accepted the change, accepted everything, so it's moving quickly." Her nose trails down Floare's neck. "You smell perfect Little One." She whispers. "I'm looking forward to having you both once Tandri's awake. I won't have to hold back for your fragile mortal bodies any more!"

Floare melts into her Queen's embrace, but her eyes and attention remain on the still form of the priestess. "Do you think this will cause any strife with her goddess?"

"I have no idea." Sariana replies and Floare can feel the shrug at her back. "She's following her passions and that's a calistran thing? She doesn't reject the undead at least. That's a teaching point Little One - be very careful with Pharasmins and Sarenrites from now on. Most other god's followers can be reasoned with but those two will destroy you first and not regret it second. I am not losing you to some stupid priest with a stake fetish." Her grip tightens, so much that mortal Floare's ribs would have been creaking or broken, but New Floare merely feels some tightness. "I should have taken longer over those fools who tried to take you from me."

"We'll have to expect more of that in the future as Nightsong grows. A bard wrote, 'People throw rocks at things that shine.' And I think that applies here." Just for the pleasure of it, she takes a long breath. "It'll take more than a couple of thugs with knives to do anything more than rouse our ire."

"Next time you're going to find out who sent them and I'm going to send their assassins back to them." Sariana growls in Floare's ear. "I will bathe their lands in blood until they learn if I have to!"

"If that is my queen's wish, then I live to obey," Floare responds with a smile. "And speaking of my queen's wishes ... How about you take me back upstairs and we ..." She leans in to whisper in Sariana's ear and the vampire can feel the heat in Floare's skin - a mix of embarassment and desire.

A quick laugh of surprise escapes Floare's lips as Sariana lifts her in her strong arms and exits the room with supernatural speed.


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waking:

Tadri wakes to thirst, a desire to feed stronger than anything she had ever felt in her entire dwarven life. A faith purr whispered in her head, her faith reaction to the very Lust of the need.

Her mistress could feel her, knew the time to the exact second of when she would wake, so the coffin's lid was pulled free before she had any moments to panic.

The beautiful dominating strength of Sariana on one side and the sensual grace of Floare on the other both looking down at her, caring for her, makes the dwarf nearly burst with a powerful urge to be with them forever.

Her new uncontrolled vampiric blood mingled with the succubus blood, which she had spent decades attempting to control. The vampiric slipped through the other, coaxing it into life.

Suddenly the curvy pink form in thin muslin became intensely entrancing. Every slope, every valley, the plumpness of her cheeks to the delicate parting of her lips to show her new wicked fangs. She wasn't being seductive, since this was still Tandri Tumblespark, but her entire being still screamed it.

"Good... morning." she smiled, fighting through the hunger and her sudden captivating adoration aura, just to be civil to the two that she loved the most.

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Welcome to the rest of your life:
The waiting has been much easier this time, with Floare and her immortal strength to distract (and dare one say comfort?) but Sariana still feels a thrill run through her as she slides the coffin lid away to reveal her Sweetling, awake once more. And what a transformation!

Vampirism doesn't make its recipients more beautiful but it imparts confidence and that makes most vampires more alluring than they ever were as mortals. Just the flutter of Tandri's eyelids, the soft curve of her lips show that she hasn't suddenly emerged from her chrysalis as a butterfly, her Sweetling is still shy but oh yes...

Sariana's eyes darken as her lips curve into a proud, possessive smile.

"Good morning Sweetling!" She murmurs, before pulling Tandri upright and devouring her lips. "You are perfect my Sweet One." She says, having tasted the tiefling thoroughly. "Just perfect." She turns Tandri's head towards Floare and then grasps her blonde haired Little One, bringing them together in an embrace which hardly needs her coaxing.

"Stop now." She commands a few minutes later as Tandri discovers the joys of not needing to breathe and its effects on kissing. "You need to feed Sweetling. Once that's done you'll want to rest, then feed again and once that's done." She pauses for a moment, just to savor it. "Then Floare is going to show you just what your body can do now. There's so much more you can do now, so much more I can do to you."

Her voice is low and so lust filled that Tandri feels pleasant shivers running down her spine. It appears that Lady Nightsong has plans for her girls. Oh yes...


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hunting?:

A small pink dwarf with a tail that smells like your perfect bliss, whose every touch sends your heart racing whether she wants it to or not. In this land, everyone knows this woman by sight and knows she is the Lady’s Nightsongs, not to touch, barely even to covet.

Tandri had assumed hunting would be a simple task of being a woman alone in the night, waiting for a predator, a thick bullish man who thought her a target. A man she’d lure to a dark corner, then leap on like a rabid squirrel.

Satisfying her hunger, her mistress, and her goddess at all once.

But they KNEW her, and worse they knew Lady Nightsong, and no one was dumb enough to test Her.

It was enough to frustrate a newborn vampire.

So she had to do this the hard way. As the unending itch to drink those around her grew, Tandri Rumplespark went to her books. Accounting paperwork showed a merchant caravan with a couple of guards still in the city, scheduled for departure in the morning. A cross-reference with the lady Diplomat’s extensive information gathering found the lead guard was arrogant, big, and a bully. Tandri didn’t have enough time to dig into his past, to find an action that deserved vengeance, but she could assume his type well enough to imagine the need for some at least.

They were just guards, so they were bunked in the inn’s stables. A small fire, a few girls, and a lot of drinks. As Tandri steps into the light, the girls make excuses to leave quickly. The men don’t know about Nightsong and her lovelies and are too dull to recognize their 'dates' fear, so they stay.

From there it was easy. ‘Let go’ her mind whispered, freeing herself from her anxiety, embracing her goddess’s magic along with her mixed demonic and vampiric blood, entrancing them all, drawing their alpha in. Then as his hands pulled her up to him, her teeth found his neck. He was helpless, they all were. As she drank her eyes went up to the rafters, to the pitches of black, to her mistress watching over her.

When she was full, she left them. “Was… was that.. okay?” the small one asked the shadows. She was not strong, she was not fast, even reborn, but she could do this… but was it even hunting in her mistress's eyes?

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After the hunt:
"Well done Sweetling." Sariana says, vaulting easily down to the floor with the grace of a predator. "You'll get faster in time, and stronger. That doesn't matter though - you have your gifts and you used them. Well done."

Nothing else needs saying. Her Sweetling has done well, she fed, alone and in full knowledge of her actions, without screaming, crying or forcing Sari to slaughter every other caravaner in sight.

"I'm proud of you Sweetling." She says simply. "Now, I'll give you a thirty count headstart. If you win you can ask me for anything you want." She waits just long enough for Tandri's eyes to widen. "One... Two... I'd start running Sweetling..."


Chapter 6: The Varnhold Vanishing

As the autumn season approaches its zenith, a courier arrives from Restov, carrying an urgent missive from Lady Jamandi Aldori:

Greetings from Restov and congratulations on your triumphs. I hope that we are entering a time in which these lands will be called “stolen” only in history texts. Yet it seems that for all your victories, your fellow settlers to the east have met with trouble. The people of Varnhold have, according to eyewitness accounts, vanished!

As the political climate here in Restov grows more turbulent, we find ourselves increasingly limited in the amount of aid we can send. Certainly, we cannot send troops south to investigate without our overly watchful “allies” to the north misinterpreting the act. And so it falls to you, I fear, to investigate the mystery behind Varnhold’s vanishing, whether it is the Nomen centaurs or another threat. If something dire has befallen the town, you must realize that your own could be next!

Trusting in your discretion and expedience,
Jamandi Aldori, Swordlord of Restov

Varnhold's location has been added to the hex map.

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