Shani grinned as she stepped easily into the room, hands held onto her gun belts as she looked about the room. Pania shot her a glance that simply said are ye feckin' crazy. Shani just shrugged and shouted out in her usual way. “YEEEEEHAW! Howdy boys!” The vampires stopped feeding for a moment, looking somewhat bewildered as to why someone so brazenly would enter their domain. One of them slowly rose to his feet, letting the lifeless form of the woman he feasted upon drop with a thud to the floor.
The young vampire snorted a laugh as he looked to the others of the clutch. “Look at this,” he said with a laugh as he wiped blood from his lips. “We have a regular gunslinger in our midst.” He turned to face Shani once again. “I suppose you happen to be the fasted gun this side of the Mississippi, too.”
“Hell no,” Shani said with a smirk as she seemed to rock back and forth on the heels of her boots. “I'm the best dang gunslinger this here country ever seen. 'R will ever see.” As an added exclamation point, she quickly drew pistols and started firing. Normally against the vampires, there would have been no effect, but these were taken by surprise by the silver bullets that ripped through the air toward them.
As Shani fired, Pania steeled herself and plunged forward, moving to stand at Shani's back. Pania wasn't as good a gunslinger as Shani was, but she was no slouch either. Her timing was impeccable. Just as Shani had run out of bullets, Pania began firing, allowing the lithe gunslinger time to reload. As soon as Shani was ready, Pania would be reloading her own. The vampires slowed down a great deal with each hit, the poison of the silver working its way through their bodies and slowing them down to a crawl.
One vampire drew to close to Pania, and she lashed out with a roundhouse, landing her boot square in the vampire's chest and knocking him back and off his balance slightly. This was followed with the report of her Smith and Wesson point blank at the vampire's head.
“Stakin' time,” Shani called out as she continued to fire. The small village had prepared them well, right down to some of the innovative weapons they themselves had managed to create. Which included the stake-bracers. A quick release on the bracers launched a stake out of a small sheath, shooting it out toward its target at a velocity much like a crossbow bolt. Shani was the first to demonstrate this as one vampire tried draping his arms around her. The stake shot out from the device attached to her wrist and drove itself through the creature's chest. It lurched back slightly, then fell over as it's body began to disintegrate into nothing.
Pania picked up the pace as she took out another vampire, using high kicks to distract it as she positioned herself to thrust a stake through the creature's heart. A second one felt the sting of a stake as it tried to advance, but the elven bard was too fast for it, it's body slowed by the silver poison's effect on it's system. A fourth one dropped as Shani let a stake fly point blank into it's chest. And then there was only one.
“Cut an' run 'r fight an' die,” Shani suggested to the lone vampire with a grin. “Choice is yers, either way y'all gonna be dead by dawn, I wager.” The vampire looked between Shani and Pania, hissing angrily, then bolted for the door. Shani moved quickly, cartwheeling over a chair and grabbing a stake out of an already dead vampire. As her feet landed she drove the stake through the vampire's back, letting the force of her body's momentum carry through and push the stake home. The vampire hissed in rage and pain as his body began to become more lifeless than it had before.
The five were dead, and Shani and Pania hadn't taken a scratch. This was almost too easy. Pania approached the couple cowering in the corner. “Ye alright?” she asked, knowing the answer as soon as she had spoken the words. They were physically fine, but mentally, it would take a while to forget. The woman just looked at Pania, her eyes wide with fright. Pania looked around the room for a moment, as Shani gathered the bodies of the fallen. She'd start the vampire bonfire soon enough.
“Here,” the elven gunslinger called out as she tossed a pair of stakes to Pania. The bard caught them easily and reloaded her bracers, then her pistols as she continued to look around the room. It was an old kitchen, and it seemed as though not much had been updated. Even the tapestries and mirrors on the walls looked well aged.
Well aged, but the mirrors still worked well enough. Pania stopped as she studied the mirror she spied carefully. “Odd 'ow a buncha vampires would keep these thin's, aye,” she commented as she continued to stare at the reflection. In the mirror, she could see a good portion of the room. Including the woman who remained on the floor.
But not the man.
Her ears perked up slightly and she twirled fast and hard, a stake already in her hand. It caught solid in the chest of the vampire, taking him completely by surprise. Pania looked into the vampire's eyes and smirked as his form began to wither. “Elven ears, lad,” she explained easily to the creature. “E'en with ye preternatural abilities, I can still 'ear a boot scuff on the stone floor.” She planted a boot in his chest and pushed back, sending the creature crashing to the ground. Pania looked over to the woman and sighed. Before they had a chance to act, the vampire had fed from her, killing her quickly. “She ne'er e'en 'ad a chance ta scream.”
“Hate ta say it,” Shani commented as she dragged the last body onto the pile. “But I'd rather not be draggin' victims 'long with us. I hate thet she died, but she's prolly in a better place now. Ain't no one able ta walk 'way from a scene like this an' be able ta act normal ever 'gain.” Pania only nodded. It was heartless, but it was true. The elven bard just watched as Shani lit a match and tossed it onto the pile of bodies. It was amazing how quickly the lit on fire, like kindling in a freshly dug fire pit. Pania's eyes studied the room again, until something caught her eye.
A piece of parchment lay by a wood burning stove. Nothing really out of the ordinary, but it had writing on it. Writing that Pania recognized. She bent down to pick it up, covering her nose and mouth as the flames licked higher. Shani grabbed her arm and lead her out of the room into the adjacent hallway. This afforded Pania time to study the parchment closer.
By this time, Shani took note of what Pania had found. “Whatcha got?”
“Foun' this on the floor,” Pania said in a slow voice as she furrowed her brow. “An' this mean we're no' the only wanderers.” Shani gave the elven bard a perplexed look, forcing Pania to explain. “'S written in elven.” The confusion was replaced with shock as Shani slide beside Pania to take a closer look. “Look like it taken from a journal,” Pania stated.
Indeed it was.
My needs are met on this plane, it would seem I have found a place worthy of my attention. No mages or knights to attempt to take me down. These humans are so easily fooled. Only the rare few know of my true nature, my true goals. Those usually find themselves turned, if worthy enough, to add to my army. When the time is right, I will indeed have my army, and we shall return home, using the portal. Unfortunate that the portal also happens to be the one thing to bind and trap me. Perhaps it is a good thing no one on this plane can read elven.
“So,” Shani said with a snort of a laugh. “Dealin' with an elven vampire. Jist great.” She sighed as she looked to the tapestries on the walls. “Guess we jist gotta find this bindin' portal 'en.”
“There's more,” Pania said pointing to the parchment. “Seem tha' this vampire 'as put it in a chamber, uses it like it's own private study an' bed chambers. We jus' 'ave ta find the room, an' then we find the text o' the ritual.”
“Figger this vampire'd keep thet information close at hand,” Shani replied, sounding more like a question than an actual statement.
“It's worth a shot,” Pania said with a shrug as she continued to study the parchment. The writing was very familiar in a way, Pania furrowed her brow as she continued to look over it. “I think I know this.” She looked to Shani, her brow furrowed slightly. “Coupla nigh's 'go, I 'ad this strange dream. A woman kept comin' ta me, callin' out ta me. I kept seein' pages from a book.” She held up the parchment so Shani could see it clearly. “All wit' this 'and writin'.”
“Female elven vampire. Jist great. This here world brings 'bout some o' the worst o' our world, don't it?” The question was rhetorical, the lithe gunslinger expecting no reply as she looked about the hallway they had stepped into. Shani let out a long sigh before she spoke. “So what's the plan 'en?”
“Plan?” Pania replied as she quickly stuffed the parchment into her duster coat. “We find this text fer the ritual an' bind 'er. Failin' tha'...” Pania said with a shrug as she checked her pistols again.
Shani followed suit, replacing spent cartridges, as she completed Pania's unfinished sentence. “Then we jist kill the bitch.”
The young vampire snorted a laugh as he looked to the others of the clutch. “Look at this,” he said with a laugh as he wiped blood from his lips. “We have a regular gunslinger in our midst.” He turned to face Shani once again. “I suppose you happen to be the fasted gun this side of the Mississippi, too.”
“Hell no,” Shani said with a smirk as she seemed to rock back and forth on the heels of her boots. “I'm the best dang gunslinger this here country ever seen. 'R will ever see.” As an added exclamation point, she quickly drew pistols and started firing. Normally against the vampires, there would have been no effect, but these were taken by surprise by the silver bullets that ripped through the air toward them.
As Shani fired, Pania steeled herself and plunged forward, moving to stand at Shani's back. Pania wasn't as good a gunslinger as Shani was, but she was no slouch either. Her timing was impeccable. Just as Shani had run out of bullets, Pania began firing, allowing the lithe gunslinger time to reload. As soon as Shani was ready, Pania would be reloading her own. The vampires slowed down a great deal with each hit, the poison of the silver working its way through their bodies and slowing them down to a crawl.
One vampire drew to close to Pania, and she lashed out with a roundhouse, landing her boot square in the vampire's chest and knocking him back and off his balance slightly. This was followed with the report of her Smith and Wesson point blank at the vampire's head.
“Stakin' time,” Shani called out as she continued to fire. The small village had prepared them well, right down to some of the innovative weapons they themselves had managed to create. Which included the stake-bracers. A quick release on the bracers launched a stake out of a small sheath, shooting it out toward its target at a velocity much like a crossbow bolt. Shani was the first to demonstrate this as one vampire tried draping his arms around her. The stake shot out from the device attached to her wrist and drove itself through the creature's chest. It lurched back slightly, then fell over as it's body began to disintegrate into nothing.
Pania picked up the pace as she took out another vampire, using high kicks to distract it as she positioned herself to thrust a stake through the creature's heart. A second one felt the sting of a stake as it tried to advance, but the elven bard was too fast for it, it's body slowed by the silver poison's effect on it's system. A fourth one dropped as Shani let a stake fly point blank into it's chest. And then there was only one.
“Cut an' run 'r fight an' die,” Shani suggested to the lone vampire with a grin. “Choice is yers, either way y'all gonna be dead by dawn, I wager.” The vampire looked between Shani and Pania, hissing angrily, then bolted for the door. Shani moved quickly, cartwheeling over a chair and grabbing a stake out of an already dead vampire. As her feet landed she drove the stake through the vampire's back, letting the force of her body's momentum carry through and push the stake home. The vampire hissed in rage and pain as his body began to become more lifeless than it had before.
The five were dead, and Shani and Pania hadn't taken a scratch. This was almost too easy. Pania approached the couple cowering in the corner. “Ye alright?” she asked, knowing the answer as soon as she had spoken the words. They were physically fine, but mentally, it would take a while to forget. The woman just looked at Pania, her eyes wide with fright. Pania looked around the room for a moment, as Shani gathered the bodies of the fallen. She'd start the vampire bonfire soon enough.
“Here,” the elven gunslinger called out as she tossed a pair of stakes to Pania. The bard caught them easily and reloaded her bracers, then her pistols as she continued to look around the room. It was an old kitchen, and it seemed as though not much had been updated. Even the tapestries and mirrors on the walls looked well aged.
Well aged, but the mirrors still worked well enough. Pania stopped as she studied the mirror she spied carefully. “Odd 'ow a buncha vampires would keep these thin's, aye,” she commented as she continued to stare at the reflection. In the mirror, she could see a good portion of the room. Including the woman who remained on the floor.
But not the man.
Her ears perked up slightly and she twirled fast and hard, a stake already in her hand. It caught solid in the chest of the vampire, taking him completely by surprise. Pania looked into the vampire's eyes and smirked as his form began to wither. “Elven ears, lad,” she explained easily to the creature. “E'en with ye preternatural abilities, I can still 'ear a boot scuff on the stone floor.” She planted a boot in his chest and pushed back, sending the creature crashing to the ground. Pania looked over to the woman and sighed. Before they had a chance to act, the vampire had fed from her, killing her quickly. “She ne'er e'en 'ad a chance ta scream.”
“Hate ta say it,” Shani commented as she dragged the last body onto the pile. “But I'd rather not be draggin' victims 'long with us. I hate thet she died, but she's prolly in a better place now. Ain't no one able ta walk 'way from a scene like this an' be able ta act normal ever 'gain.” Pania only nodded. It was heartless, but it was true. The elven bard just watched as Shani lit a match and tossed it onto the pile of bodies. It was amazing how quickly the lit on fire, like kindling in a freshly dug fire pit. Pania's eyes studied the room again, until something caught her eye.
A piece of parchment lay by a wood burning stove. Nothing really out of the ordinary, but it had writing on it. Writing that Pania recognized. She bent down to pick it up, covering her nose and mouth as the flames licked higher. Shani grabbed her arm and lead her out of the room into the adjacent hallway. This afforded Pania time to study the parchment closer.
By this time, Shani took note of what Pania had found. “Whatcha got?”
“Foun' this on the floor,” Pania said in a slow voice as she furrowed her brow. “An' this mean we're no' the only wanderers.” Shani gave the elven bard a perplexed look, forcing Pania to explain. “'S written in elven.” The confusion was replaced with shock as Shani slide beside Pania to take a closer look. “Look like it taken from a journal,” Pania stated.
Indeed it was.
My needs are met on this plane, it would seem I have found a place worthy of my attention. No mages or knights to attempt to take me down. These humans are so easily fooled. Only the rare few know of my true nature, my true goals. Those usually find themselves turned, if worthy enough, to add to my army. When the time is right, I will indeed have my army, and we shall return home, using the portal. Unfortunate that the portal also happens to be the one thing to bind and trap me. Perhaps it is a good thing no one on this plane can read elven.
“So,” Shani said with a snort of a laugh. “Dealin' with an elven vampire. Jist great.” She sighed as she looked to the tapestries on the walls. “Guess we jist gotta find this bindin' portal 'en.”
“There's more,” Pania said pointing to the parchment. “Seem tha' this vampire 'as put it in a chamber, uses it like it's own private study an' bed chambers. We jus' 'ave ta find the room, an' then we find the text o' the ritual.”
“Figger this vampire'd keep thet information close at hand,” Shani replied, sounding more like a question than an actual statement.
“It's worth a shot,” Pania said with a shrug as she continued to study the parchment. The writing was very familiar in a way, Pania furrowed her brow as she continued to look over it. “I think I know this.” She looked to Shani, her brow furrowed slightly. “Coupla nigh's 'go, I 'ad this strange dream. A woman kept comin' ta me, callin' out ta me. I kept seein' pages from a book.” She held up the parchment so Shani could see it clearly. “All wit' this 'and writin'.”
“Female elven vampire. Jist great. This here world brings 'bout some o' the worst o' our world, don't it?” The question was rhetorical, the lithe gunslinger expecting no reply as she looked about the hallway they had stepped into. Shani let out a long sigh before she spoke. “So what's the plan 'en?”
“Plan?” Pania replied as she quickly stuffed the parchment into her duster coat. “We find this text fer the ritual an' bind 'er. Failin' tha'...” Pania said with a shrug as she checked her pistols again.
Shani followed suit, replacing spent cartridges, as she completed Pania's unfinished sentence. “Then we jist kill the bitch.”
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