Avrahim gestures and his glowing scimitar appears. It streaks over to one of the stitched warriors
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Avrahim has also vanished.
“Agreed. That beast was likely watchdog and alarm both”
Avrahim speaks up “Stay here. I will go around this junk pile and see what lies beyond “ He fishes a pair of goggles from his sack snd puts them on. He heads out around the rusty pile
After about ten minutes he returns “This is a large cavern. It looks to be constructed of rusty iron. The floor of the cave is littered with piles like these. At the far end is an iron fortress. It’s about four kilometers away”.
Justin’s speaking doesnt work. Avrahim barks out a quick laugh and chants a word in Draconic. The word for ‘door’. The door groans and clanks as several interior bolts release
Avrahim cocks his crossbow and mutters a few words over it
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Avrahim unlimbers his crossbow and sends some bolts towards the creature
“The wind is stilled here. It is worth a look I think”
Avrahim looks frigid “Whatever we do, I suggest we do it s-s-soon”
The group quickly unlimbers their packs and Don various cold-weather gear. The temperature is horribly low, their breath coming out in deep plumes. . The wind slices them like knives as runnels of snow whip around them. Avrahim looks particularly pained as he dons a thick fur parka “I dislike the cold”
“While the thought is rather grotesque, it may be the easiest way to conserve our strength. Expending a lot of magic getting by what seems to be more of an environmental hazard than anything else seems wasteful. After all, we still have the worst part to go, yes? We might not have a chance to rest until we face these vampires. “ Avrahim looks to Justin “I assume you have prestidigitation, yes?”
Avrahim shakes his head “Mel’s energy has destroyed it”
Avrahim looks over At the stall door. The moans are increasing in volume and the pounding is relentless. “Whatever it is, it is undead. And obviously mindless. Or at least on an animalistic level. It cannot figure out a simple latch to release itself” He gestures at one of the other stalls. There is a simple bolt latch that secures the stall from the inside, presumably for privacy and modesty. “We can always try positive energy” He glances to Mel
Avrahim nods “I also sense that it is dead. And hungry”
The Vampire Hunter looks about
“I am sorry my friend, but this place is distracting me. Hold on for a second “ Avrahim’s Eyes glow golden. He scans the area and zeroes in on the suit. “Yes I see him now. How do you think we can get to him in this crowd?”
Martin frowns “That is indeed bad news. I shall of course come with you. I also know someone who might be of service. Let me send a runner and I shall gather my gear” Martin writes a note and gives it to a teenage acolyte who runs off. Martin excuses himself for a time, but returns kitted out for adventure with armor and backpack. The runner returns with a middle-aged man. The man sports a large crossbow upon his back and looks fairly tough. He claps forearms with Martin, and Martin turns to the group. “Friends, this is Avrahim Nas Finjaani. He is an Inquisitor of a sister deity of Iomedae, named Sarenrae. He is a vampire hunter” The man, Avrahim, nods gravely “I am happy to make your acquaintance “ His accent is rich and musical, pointing to Planar Common as a second tongue. He is lean and whip thin, with skin the color of Kaveh with little cream. A pair of golden-irises eyes stare out from above an aquiline nose. He wears no facial hair, and his hair is hidden beneath a battered traveling hat |