The campfire was lit, and all around us mortals sat to listen to Lord Nathael tell the tale of “Tobias and Razzle”. He stood in the center and as he flipped open the book, he began…
All in attendance, which included a few known pale skins, silenced as Nathael spoke. I turned to see that the great Rameses was in attendance and he nodded to acknowledge me. A beauty stood at his side, Lauranna was her name, also a pale skin. Rameses introduced her as his beloved. As I looked around the room I saw the familiar faces of many mortal whom had come to the defense of Red Skull Bay. I had taken some blows for some of these mortals, interesting enough. One name I had been searching for was Va’lis, but I did not see him in attendance. Someone mentioned that he had presented himself but had an urgent calling that took his attention elsewhere. But those in my coven started to show… Damien and Pierceton… and soon there were just as many vampires as there were mortals. A pretty odd occurrence for the mortals.
As Nathael continued with his story telling, we started to see some visible changes in the book itself. It appeared to glow faintly, so faint in fact that mortals could not have detected it. All of the sudden we were faced with evil, yet again. Rameses turned his gaze to me as if to say that mortals sure seem to attract a lot of it. Evil painted men with masks of giant rats and smells of foulness surrounded the camp. I immediately started to weild my powers against them. Mighty as they are, the assistance of the other vampires sure came in handy.
Mortals did their best, but many had to back off to attend to their wounds. I knew that once again I would have to take on the heavier blows if these mortals were to live. Soon the beasts tamers came, and the assistance of these great animals was certainly a turn in the battle for our side. With their massive claws and jaws, they were able to thwart many of the insurgents. Alas, their evil ways were no match for the conjoined efforts of mortals and undead.
Lords Nathael and Kasaven were assisted down from a tree, as they sought refuge from the wounds that would surely kill them, for they had not brought any defensive armor with them. Surely, at a campfire meant for telling old tales their sword and armor would not be needed. They were dressed is no more than fancy noble robes.
Goes to show that no part of Sosaria is safe and the need for collaborative efforts from all beings will become mandatory for the survival of all its citizens.
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