>>2279142

"Me and simon burn men like that" He says sternly, his eyes suddenly focusing again as he looks less like my slimy cousin who ate a bag of old bacon on my mom's couch once and more like Alimofa, cornibus and myself probably to everyone else. Proud and zealous "But as I was saying, she's probably burning that place to ashes and freezing it to the stones under the floor if she's found anything like that poor thing did"

"Yeah, you feel pity for her right?" I ask as he nods

"Unlike some, she didn't choose her fate" he says sourly "but if you want to go back and check on the rooms, I wasn't stopping you. if you're afraid, I'll be here, keeping the gone company"

"I just....feel ashamed being close to him, master" Erret says meekly "He's one of the chosen champions of the god and I'm....me"

I frown, angry she's acting like this and treating herself like this AGAIN. And I notice Thas is doing the same.

"But....It should be safe Belua, the rooms we passed didn't have any taint in them I could taste" She says, looking up at me suddenly cheerful "So we shouldn't run into many surprises"

"Only tragedy, and the sins of a man who became a beast" Thas says sorrowfully "And devoured all he held dear, lets not speak his name....Though this place is a fitting hovel for people like us, Belua my sister. I wouldn't go throwing feasts until you make damn sure that fucks stench is scrubbed out"

"Isn't alimofa doing just that?" I ask as he gives me a serious look

"She's a scholar, she looks for what she knows even if she has the eyes of the most grand historian" He says softly, his voice still making it seem like a sneered insult as he pushes himself to a half way sit on the rot soaked couch "You are more of a soldier, you and your friend can see what she wouldn't. if there's anything to find"

He yawns and rolls over

"Gods above know freaks like this fuck always collect the weirdest shit" He grumbles to himself


What do I do?
[] Stay here and try to get Erret to talk to him a bit
[] look at the gambling table behind him
[] go back and check the bath and bedrooms we passed real quick
[]ask why he's such a cunt
[] follow the way my blade is pulling
[] Ask him something
[] go find alimofa
[] Challenge him to a duel
[] at least put the bodies he piled up somewhere more respectable
[] go deeper into the house, as my shield grows colder
[] You don't seem to like her much, any reason for that graveknight?
[] Are you sure you don't have a crush on me, old man?
[] write in

>>2279143
>[] go deeper into the house, as my shield grows colder
>[] You don't seem to like her much, any reason for that graveknight?
Afternoon HM

>>2279143
>[] go deeper into the house, as my shield grows colder
>[] look at the gambling table behind him
>[] You don't seem to like her much, any reason for that graveknight?

>>2279143
>[]ask why he's such a cunt
>[] follow the way my blade is pulling
>[] Ask him something
>[] go find alimofa

>>2279199
>[] go back and check the bath and bedrooms we passed real quick

"You know" I say, as the creaking of the house, the whistling of the wind through the bent windows of the room and the fluttering of the long abandoned and yellowed cards stop and my voice echos around this little poker the dire had built before he went mental "You don't seem to like Lady Alimofa much, I mean she's a bit rough around the edges, I can understand that but you seem to just....well you seem to kind of fucking".

Its hard to keep focused and finished with what I'm saying since Erret is smacking my leg with the haft of her scythe trying to get me to shut up and not leap into such a sensitive subject about these quote unquote heroes

"Hate her? Well not that extreme, I don't like her though. She is like many spellslingers. Thankfully you aren't. Suppose its because as your lord cornibus put it "Young and rebellious". Which means you don't rely on magic alone and see people as simple numbers more oft than not" He says, suddenly sitting up right as he begins to rant "once you give magic to someone they always seem to act like they're blessed by the gods to command the fates of others. Which while true they are fucking blessed, I cannot stand ones who warble and pounce about acting like it gives them rights beyond normal men. She has it worse, we get on eachother's nerves easily, not a bad woman just a....uptight one who never lived a day in a poor man's life. She has good intentions but"

He sighs, sounding like he's gasping his last breath, his eyes suddenly looking sunken as the skin on his face is pulled tightly as he grimaces in a way that makes it look like his lips have curled back more from decay and rot than just him.

"She forgets burning taint away isn't our only duty at times. Sure she knows to protect the common folk and all that, but among us she spends more time rooting out that vilest of sins and trapping it rather than preventing it as say, me, simon or....I dunno dogboy tend to. She is a solution, not a cure" He says, his voice suddenly sounding actually educated as he hangs his head, before he laughs a weaselly laugh and his normal greasy voice comes back as he looks up at me, grinning like a corpse "That is why I dislike her and most mages, and others like them. I don't like people who make corpses or allow them to pile up to find the leak in the wall if you catch my drift. She's effective at stopping corruption, I'll give her that. But how we see the world just doesn't fit together. So I avoid her unless I have to meet with her"


"But don't you kill nobles and other tainted in abuseable positions? isn't that similar to what she does? destroying the source?" I prod coldly as he glares at me for a moment, his lips twitching

"I kill the cunts who deserve to die, stopping them from fucking everything up. They are just usually tainted" He says calmly "She observes if her god given eyes don't show her prey, she is cautious, and powerful. She makes sure she cuts away the cancer entirely. as I said, not a bad woman but"
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>>2279276
He waves his hands around trying to find words for a second

"But....as I said she's a scholarly type. They loooove to be sure they're right before they act. its effective but....well I've seen" he says sadly, slouching his shoulders "I've seen what too much of that kind of care does, when you begin to see sacrifices as a toll instead of a damming failure like simon and me do. She is a good woman and knight, she is effective. She has saved toladar as much if not more than the rest of us. But like those cu....the council of the wise lords, she finds it all too easy to mark off names as martyrs and saints. As the vassal of death, I don't like it. and as a friend of a great man who lost his son"

he stands, suddenly standing his full height, his eyes hidden by his glistening, dirty hair.

"His last child, to people like her, I am not exactly happy to be around her" he hisses before frowning "but, meeting a girl who's met death like me is worth it. Its just an argument you see. What order we should go about things and how quickly, now I am taking a nap and I don't want to piss myself off warbling and ranting about things like this so.....go wander your home, wake me when she has finished her hunt and goes off to continue her duties in these fields. Its more suited to her anyways"

I shrug as Erret looks both awed and horrified.

"Well that must've been one hell of a relief" I say as Thas huffs and buries his head in the cushions.

Picking up my shield from the table with dust covered plates and the skeletal hand of some poor bastard. I feel it grow colder as I walk to the door leading deeper into the mansion, the door broken off before a dark hallway

"don't tell her I said all that, we've all argued enough to know where we all stand" the knight on the couch grumbles like a kid who just talked mad shit, which he kind of is in one way or another I guess.

".....this is where the dire ran free from his humanity" Erret says in a hushed, horrified whisper as I step into the near pitch black hallway

roll 1d20+learning

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2279313

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2279313

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>>2279313

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>>2279313

"So is there any taint down this way?" I ask as I lift my fingers up so the ice will break off of them and my shield as Erret pulls her hood down and sighs "My shield is getting colder and that means a lot of people died here, I think"

She winces, and looks where I hold my shield up as I wave it slowly over the hallway in front of us

"There is a lot of things I see down this way, my master" She says simply "I think his change....his fall happened ahead of us. but there are many rooms and, I can"

She turns to me, stars glistening in her milky eyes for a second before she looks back and opens her mouth, her split tongue slowly moving as she tries to find the right word for what the fuck she's feeling right now. I know I can't imagine it since she has this sixth sense or whatever they call this sort of thing. If this wasn't Da'ta, I'd insult and tease her like I do with anyone who believes in ghosts or watches those crappy shows but....well ghosts are real here and I know for a fact she's "Seeing" what she's "seeing"

"See what happened inside" She squeaks, clutching her staff as I feel my whole body twitch since that is....a lot creepier than what I was expecting. Looking back up into the darkness I remember remembering exactly what sort of thing she means. Being small, with a different set of parents and big monsters like the one I froze in the graveyard coming and.

I swallow the bile that fills my throat, my head trying to rip itself apart. My dad died from cancer when I was just a nice little girl, my mom never remarried and worked herself into stress eating. My dad died trying to fend them off while my mom hid me. Their scales didn't save them. Dad swarmed, and mom was pulled through the window.

Dad died with a smile on his face, tears filling my eyes while mom held me close to her trying to stop me from looking. Dad died screaming while a frog like tongue nearly ripped off mum's head and

I don't....its hurting my head, its making me want to throw up and

"Master?" Erret asks, her voice distant. I shake my head and come back to reality "Master can you feel it to"

She looks to me, her eyes pitch black as her hand raises like a puppets and points towards a set of chained doors

"There, they drained blood and bottled it like wine, and the dead were left to starve" She says slowly moving her head along to a different hallway, her hand drifting behind it "And there, the maid's head, removed and set to bake. Her innards strung up above her empty eyes"

.....if I didn't have magic or know all this was said and done, I think I'd cry. this is so fucking creepy! Gah, I really hope their aren't any ghosts around here, sure Erret can just control them but....I hate jumpscares so godamn much!
cont

>>2279408

"And there, where he had pretty women set in bronze. Or there where he had their skins stitched together. Or over there were he kept Foreign magicians and killed them for their knowledge. Or where he ate his meals, squirmy" She says softly "or in his bedroom, where his soul turned black....as he ate his own"


I wince as she says a word that really fucks with me with how my head has been these last couple of minutes

"Daughter" She says, falling against me, her eyes dripping with black, oily tears that slowly turn white

"So I was right then?" I ask as I hold her up, as she hugs me, sniffling as she squirms out of my arms, wiping her tears away "You know you didn't have to look that closely. I just figured he killed some people in those rooms not"

"You know I always look where I shouldn't" She says, trying to laugh. Sounding like a broken recording, missing the static "like...when you're bathing or....well when cornibus is bathing, MASTER"

"Just dry heaving" I groan, holding my stomach "Just, don't say that ever again for gods sake"

"Sorry" She squeaks, pressing her gloves hand on my shoulder gently

Well?
[] go into the blood room
[] go to the maid room
[] go to the bronze room
[] go to the man suit room
[] go to the guest room
[] go to the dining room
[] go to his bedroom
[] mark the rooms for Alimofa, fuck that shit
[] just explore the hall
[] make sure Erret is alright
[] God why is the world so fucked?
[] turn my music up and hold Erret close
[] write in

>>2279421
>[] go into the blood room
>[] make sure Erret is alright

>>2279421
>[] go into the blood room
[] make sure Erret is alright

>>2279421
>[] mark the rooms for Alimofa, fuck that shit
>[] just explore the hall
>[] make sure Erret is alright
>[] God why is the world so fucked?

>>2279421
>[] make sure Erret is alright
>[] go to the bronze room

The guy could have chose to be something more impressive, but he chose to be a forgettable dire

>>2279477
>[] go to the guest room
Maybe the mages left some trinket?

"I'm fine, you just started moving around like a puppet Erret" I say, as she looks away the second I turn to her. So I grab her hand so she can't pull it away from her and make her look back in my eyes, saying her name again. The black is slowly crawling away from her pupils, leaving the usual glassy purple eyes. I swallow hard when I realize the black is a hunred little fingers crawling over her eyes. Shaking my head I say her name again "Erret, are you sure you're okay? You just nearly collapsed from that, what happened? I'm not letting me follow me deeper in if its going to do this to you"

"NO!" She suddenly barks, freezing and trying to make herself look small with a bashful look in her eyes "Sorry I mean, no, I'm fine its just...looked too long and too deeply, strings were move and...its hard to explain to one who isn't....tainted"

She hangs her head shamefully, forcing herself not to look at me. I sigh, pushing away the thought that she's melodramatic because I know she's going through all this because of my powergaming ass.

"You didn't do anything wrong, so don't look so down in the dumps about it, you just looked, nothing wrong with that. I'm not mad you yelled at me" I say softly, making her slowly perk up and look like she's smiling under her scarf "But if you feel like its happening again, go back to thas, alright? I can handle myself and I don't want you hurting or depressing yourself"

"Looking is bad" She says, pointing at her eyes "You know what trouble it brought me before but....its not that looking was bad, its where I looked from and, I won't bore you master, I understand just don't tell anyone what happened"

She looks up at me

"Please?"

"you know you can trust me" I laugh, to give myself a little confidence as I walk over to the blood room covered in the rusty and easily broken chains. My bone sword begins to shake and smell like copper as I get close to it "When have I ever stabbed you in the back"

"I know I know I am just...panicking" Erret whispers, walking by myside as I "unsheathe" my saber and push it under the chains. They seem to just disentigrate as I pull it. Shrugging I push the door open and

*DANGER LIES WITHIN! A PREDATOR MOST FOUL AND STARVED*

A childish voice yells from somewhere close to Erret but it doesn't sound like her at

*BLOODSTAINED LIPS AND FOULNESS! A PRISONER OF THIRST AND OLD BONES, BUT FEAR IT, FEAR IT*

Cold air, smelling like a car accident rushes over me as the doors creak open

What do I do?
[] go in, against my animal instincts 1d20+will
[] ask Erret if she can hear that
[] try and talk to my shield?
[] Make a spear of ice before I go down -10mp
[]Erret, is there anything uuuuh, undead down there
[] write in

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2279571
>[] go in, against my animal instincts 1d20+will
>[] ask Erret if she can hear that
>[] try and talk to my shield
Anyone else having a problem with 4chan not updating whem set to auto update?

>>2279625
not sure

>>2279671
Hopefully it picks up soon
Because my 2 isn't going to be enough

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2279571
>[] go in, against my animal instincts 1d20+will
>[] ask Erret if she can hear that
>[] try and talk to my shield?

No one else?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

I need some sleep. Hope this helps you guys

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2279571
>[] go in, against my animal instincts 1d20+will
>[] ask Erret if she can hear that
>[] try and talk to my shield

"Erret did you hear that?" I ask as she tilts her head closer to the stone stairs leading down into what smells like a mix of a old wooden bench and a pennies.

"No? I don't hear a thing, why? did you? because I have a horrible feeling about what these stairs lead" She replies, curious as I lift my shield up, raising my arm straight out. And since I don't want to sound like a fucking lunatic in front of my only friend in this world/ most loyal of servants I whisper as I look towards the inside of my newly made shield. the two hands I'm holding that make up the handle, and the rivets made out of bones.

"Did you just speak to me?" I ask as Erret looks at me

"Oh? You want me to go down first?" She says with a pause as she looks down the stares and pulls her scarf a little further up her face "Well I'd be honored to lead the charge but"

She lowers her head

"But okay" She mumurs before I grab her shoulder

"No I was just inspecting my shield" I say, frowning and biting my tongue so I don't reflexively call her a dumbass "Don't assume, are you trying to repent or something"

She looks away and says "Noooooo? Why would you think that?"

"Bullshit, you don't need to repent, as one visited by the crone herself, don't" I say, smacking her on the back of her head as I walk down

"But I...but I" She says, grimacing before she gives in and sighs "Guess one visited by the gods would go before the written word"

"Yes" I say nodding as I grab onto the cold, moist stone wall, nearly freezing it as my heart skips a beat.

Yeah, I know there's something down there. Probably a vampire. And as much as I'd like to finish up what I started with that werewolf a few days ago, on the other hand every part of my body wants to turn around and run.
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10+7= 17 = success
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but I just keep moving my legs down the stairs and push the growing fear into the back of my head, reminding myself I can just shank anything that jumps out of me

"Also what did you think you heard, my" Erret begins to ask


"Just my imagination" I grumble as the wall gets covered in frost as I run my fingers over the grooves

"The crypt's door must be closed, but first the woken sleep must be put to rest" the voice says again and yeah pretty sure its my shield. Fantastic, either some weird shit is going on or I am finally losing my fucking....

Wait, did I just hear something move? I can't see a thing, I wish I brought a torch or something. fuck fuck fuck

roll 1d20+learning

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2279571

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2279798

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2279798

>>2279803
That doesn't count since it was linked to a different post r-right

>>2279803
>>2279816
Well then thats a thing

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2279798
>>2279803
Shit that was a lucky miss, dammit me

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2279798

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUNOfNad59Q

20+7= 27 = great success
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And then I calm down, remembering lessons taught to me by my master, almost like forgetting my phone when its right in front of me. Just a wave of realization and stupidity at once, feeling both proud and confused how I could've forgotten it there. Of course, this things is a vampire. that's simple. However the kind of vampire it is will determine how it acts and what it feeds on. While this isn't exactly documented well since they're one of the newest forms of undead, its still relatively easy to assume and plan around their feeding habits if you know just a little about them.

And of course I remember the long nights of being forced to read about them, and all the horrible things they do to continue their mockery of life. Since cornibus knew having magic would make me "prideful" as I am somewhat of a natural if I'm honest, not to suck my own dick of course. Don't have one

But, lets look at what I know to find out what this vampire would do, what is behavior would be. Now vampires don't degrade in anyway but spiritually if they have a somewhat constant intake of blood. NOW this one is stuck in a cellar so filled with blood that I can smell it from up the stairs. But dead or stagnant blood does not feed a vampire, and will be avoided unless it is all there is. It doesn't feed them as well and is only good for keeping them moving to their next meal, without decaying and becoming too noticeable and mad to actually hunt effectively. So this thing is surrounded by bottles upon bottles of blood. The smell must've come from it breaking them open in desperation as it lost its finer motor control and ability to form cohesive thoughts. it would also explain why it wasn't waiting for us at the top to launch a surprise attack, as it was either busy wallowing in its depression of being stuck down here or in a form of hibernation until it smelled our warm, fluid and most importantly living blood.


Now how much blood is down here? it couldn't have been Too long ago the dire turned into what it was when I killed its ass, but how long would a vampire last down here even if it could ration? It would be fairly weakened if it did that, and starved if it didn't as it would've run out. And that goes back to the stench of blood. its fresh, very fresh. And the vampire is either clever or slower than it would be normally, or I would've been attacked by now.

This means it hasn't been feeding or has been waiting for the chains to decay and using extreme measures, rationing itself to sips of blood a week at most to combat its hunger and degrading body. it could've then dashed the near pudding textured bottle of coagulated blood away from itself in excitment

But that does not explain why it hasn't attacked yet. if its desperate it'd throw itself at my neck to rip it open as I am healthy and close to it, close enough that the smell of my blood and noise of my heart must be putting it into a
cont

>>2279886
frenzy no doubt. And even if it was trying to ambush me when I walked in, it wouldn't have the patience to wait for me if it had been starving itself to preserve its food supplies. And it would use any ability it still has the power to use to lure me within.

The blood smells very fresh, and the fact I can hear nails dragging across the stone floor tells me what I need to know.

Like many vampires it is a picky eater, refusing to touch dead blood even if it was preserved someway. it must've gotten desperate then refused to stoop so "low" when it smelled me. if it has been completely starved since it was locked down here in a feast it would refuse to partake in like a bitch, then of course it could smell me up top like a fatty smells chocolate cake.

And it isn't lying in wait, its coming closer from its nest, and since its crawling I can tell its degraded to the point of being feral. Meaning it has spent some years without a single drop of blood on its lips and has lost most of itself waiting and refusing to eat the red stuff around it.

So that means. I turn my head in the darkness towards the faint scratching noise, its guided by its instincts and hunger, and is crawling towards me too weak to stand. Which means it'll attack me like a cat attacks a mouse and throw itself at me like a desperate virgin.

Huh, neat.

So its over there and is starved like a poor African child. Fantastic.

What do I do?
[] taunt it, for laughs
[] let it try to attack me 1d20+defense
[] Erret, focus your magic over there please 1d20+errets will
[] Fill that walkway with spears and spikes of ice 1d20+magic -50 mp
[]Walk up to it and try to stab it 1d100
[]Erret hand me your scythe 1d100
[] Push one of the shelves filled with blood down on it 1d20+str
[]trick it into falling me deeper into the cellar, than elemental bloom *holy/ ice or light/ice* it 1d20+magic
[] write in

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2279939
>[] Fill that walkway with spears and spikes of ice 1d20+magic -50 mp

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2279939
>[] Fill that walkway with spears and spikes of ice 1d20+magic -50 mp

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2279939
>[] Fill that walkway with spears and spikes of ice 1d20+magic -50 mp

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2279939
>[]trick it into falling me deeper into the cellar, than elemental bloom *holy/ ice or light/ice* it 1d20+magic

>>2279963
I'm going to stop rolling now

>>2279963
Should we start praying? I have most of an idea at this point if we do

Finally some amazing luck, this should be easy as pie, just need to pierce its heart and then I can laugh at its stupid vampire face. Dancing on its corpse not required of course. Still I should enjoy this, every other time I fight something in this world its like risking my life so why not just take it easy, savor the moment before I run into a bunch of burning whores covered in bronze?

Life is meant to be OH FUCK ME!

I shriek in surprise as a pale and vein covered face that looks like a mummy grinning and high on some kind of drug throws itself at me. My legs go cold as I move my glowing blue hand at it, spikes of ice covering the shelf next to it as I step back, really really glad I didn't drink anything with my pie but fuck fuck fuck!

the glass bottles shatter as the things stick thin hands reach towards me with broken claws.

roll 1d20+speed, dex or defense

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2280013
defense

>>2280013
760 mp left

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2280013
Defense, maybe shoulder check this bitch

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2280013
Ohshit jump scare

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2280013
Speed

>>2280059
Defense

19+21= 40= GRAND SUCCESS!
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Still crying out, I clutch my heart with my sword arm, feeling it thumping in my chest as I cross my legs. With my free, still frost cover hand, I throw a punch at the things gaping, snake like mouth as its tongue tries to fly towards me like a whip.

I don't quite see what's happening, since I close my eyes and turn myself to try and stop myself from looking at that thing's horrible disfigured and just plain ugly face. Yeah, not like it didn't just nearly give me a fucking heartattack!

But I hear a dull thud and the creature hisses the second it touches the crone's symbol sitting in the middle of my shield. it starts the scramble away, a wilting rose burnt onto its forehead as it scrambles to rip its chared flesh away, hissing and knocking over a few shelves of blood

"MASTER!" Erret cries out

What do I do?
[] try to tackle the thing to the ground 1d20+str
[] try to stab it before it runs away 1d100
[] make a wall of ice in front of it 1d20+ magic -40 mp
[] ERRET STAB IT 2d100
[] that's right you bitch! you didn't scare me!
[] run up to it, and elemental burst *what type* 1d20+magic
[] shove a lightning orb up its ass 1d100 -25 mp
[] cover the floor in ice 1d20+magic - 30 mp
[]run up to it and roll 1d20+speed
[]Grab a bottle and explosive sacrifice it, before smacking it with it 1d100 -40 mp
[] FLEE
[] write in

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2280138
>[] make a wall of ice in front of it 1d20+ magic -40 mp

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2280138
>[] that's right you bitch! you didn't scare me!
>[] shove a lightning orb up its ass 1d100 -25 mp

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>2280138
>[] that's right you bitch! you didn't scare me!
>[] shove a lightning orb up its ass 1d100 -25 mp

>>2280144
Shove it waaaaay up there

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>2280138
>[] that's right you bitch! you didn't scare me!
>[] shove a lightning orb up its ass 1d100 -25 mp

"THAT'S RIGHT YOU BITCH! I WASN'T SCARED!" I scream as I hold up my shield, white lightning gathering over the crone's holy symbol, freezing as it arcs between the four other parts of my shield.
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685 mp left
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And I shove the growing ball of lighting towards the thing as it tries to crawl and leap away, hissing and spitting at me as it turns its head around to try and whip me with its tongue again.

Thankfully it doesn't seem to realize I have scales on some parts of me, and I don't feel a thing as I force the orb of half formed ice and plasma up where the sun don't shine.

It shrieks, its legs freezing as Erret gasps

"Brave as ever!" She cheers happily as the vampire twitches around and judging from the wet tearing sound and the flashes of horror I see in the flashes of frozen lightning its just ripped itself in half and smells bad enough to nearly making me throw up.

roll 1d20+str

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2280230

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2280230

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2280230

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2280230

It starts by trying to dig its claws INTO my shoulders, and rip out the joints if the pulling motions its making are any sign of what's its planning. Its tongue begins to wrap around me again, trying to tighten around my neck as it leans close with its broken fangs.

And I push it into one of the wooden shelves covered in bottles upon bottles of old, yet still fresh looking blood. Because it weighs less than Erret when I found her, or you know my cat I had before I ended up in this hellish shit hole.

"But to be fair" I muse as I step up to it as it struggles to roll onto its stomach to crawl away or through itself at me again, its spine pale white in the the light of the lightning orb still in my hand. Its also covered in hooks and spines, terrifying.

It hisses, turning around to face me, its skeletal face framed by dry white hair, its eyes pin pricks of black pupils surrounded by shriveled and dried up red. For a moment I think its looking at me with contempt, like its still deserving of the respect its tattered and ruined fancy clothes imply it once had. Can't even tell if it was a man or woman its so fucked up

"Shame isn't it?" I ask, getting cocky again as I look down on it, stopping myself from finishing the sentence, since I was going to taunt it that it could've stayed healthy if it had just lowered its standards and

Oh its thrown them away!

what do I do to try and stop it before it slurps up a whole lot of blood?
[] stab it through the back 1d100
[] grab its spine and toss it backwards 1d20+str -100 hp
[]Stomp on its spine 1d20+str
[]Leap on it, and defense curl 1d100
[] Freeze it in place 1d20+magic -20 mp
[] crucify it on the ground with nails of ice, fired from the air above it 1d20+magic -45 mp
[]freeze the blood 1d20+magic -10 mp
[] Elemental bloom (What kind? vampires are weak to holy and light) 1d20+magic -25mp
[] Smash its head with my tail 1d100
[] Erret, do the honors 1d100
[] write in

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2280317
>[] crucify it on the ground with nails of ice, fired from the air above it 1d20+magic -45 mp

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2280317
>[] crucify it on the ground with nails of ice, fired from the air above it 1d20+magic -45 mp

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2280317
>[] crucify it on the ground with nails of ice, fired from the air above it 1d20+magic -45 mp

>>2280368
>>2280337
The Crone must want this vampire dead

>>2280337
>>2280368
Well then, that should teach this vampire not to jump scare Belua Pangolynn

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2280317
>>[] crucify it on the ground with nails of ice, fired from the air above it 1d20+magic -45 mp

>>2280337
>>2280368
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ili_HdPj8Ik

>>2280420
I can see Belua blaring this at full volume when fighting that Raid Boss whose name I forget, just skating around blasting her and grinning like an asshole while Krovy flies around and stabs her in the face

But its so pathetic in its current state, if I had a sicker sense of humor I'd be laughing. Raising my right hand, I drop my shield and put my left hand to my ear, calling my headphones up to listen to some appropriate music while I tear this thing a new asshole for scaring me!

"I.HATE.JUMPSCARES.YOU.UNDEAD.CUNT!!!" I scream, no ROAR! as I stretch my fingers out, streams of blue fog and light flowing down and curling over my fingers, marking runes into my flesh for a moment. More of a kiss than a brand.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBR94L1Usgs

640 mp left
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And as I bounce and sway to the beat, singing to myself as I grin maliciously, watching its tongue creep towards the growing pool of blood. And right before it touches it, a nail of ice that follows my pointer finger impales the nasty thing, trapping it on the stone.

Moving my fingers with the beat, I turn away, pushing one on each of its fingers, then another four in its palms as it shrieks out and tries to rip its tongue free. So I give it a nail for every fucking inch of its tongue. And it still keeps going, trying to rip its hands and tongue free and to pieces.

So seven nails to the base of the neck, one after the other, pushing my hand down as I hammer them in with nothing but magical prowess and badassness.

Its back flops around, so I send two rows of rail road spikes into its back to keep it still, and one for each segment of its spine as it tries to rip it free to escape or something.

Erret just watches with awe, as the vampire's lower half stands, and I pin it to the wall with a hail of icicles. Not even turning around.

"Now, as I was saying" I say, pressing my foot into the back of its neck as I hold my hand up, a spear of ice slowly forming in my hand as I look down at its spitefully, spitting onto its now frost and blood covered face, its dead eyes bulging as it struggles to just get a drop of blood on its tongue.

Doesn't seem to realize I froze the edge of the puddle yet, the retard.

"If you had just lowered your standards sooner, or not try to scare me" I say spinning my spear around in my palm "you might've had a chance. hell you would've won and escaped to spread terror throughout the country side again"

"But"

I say leaning on my spear and balancing as I get close enough to look it in its wild, insane eyes

"Even then you made one itsy bitsy mistake" I say pushing my fingers closer together as I squint my eyes and grin like the glorious troll I am

"CUUUURrrrrraaAAAAAAAGhhhhyrrrraaaaa" It hisses at me


What do I say?
[] YOU.SCARED.ME.IN.FRONT.OF.ERRET DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD'VE DONE IF YOU MADE ME *grumbling* MYSELF?!
[] You tried to cheat death, and brother....sister, whatever. I am the taxman
[] The Maiden crone hates runners
[] YOU WERE A JUMPSCARE! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!
[] Ya messed with me
[] And you know what it is? *stab it through the heart and don't continue*
[] Taint doesn't pay, kid
[] *whistle my favorite song*
[] write in

>>2280448
So can I

>>2280450
[] The Maiden crone hates runners
[] YOU WERE A JUMPSCARE! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!

>>2280450
>[] YOU.SCARED.ME.IN.FRONT.OF.ERRET DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD'VE DONE IF YOU MADE ME *grumbling* MYSELF?!
>[] The Maiden crone hates runners

>>2280450
>[] You tried to cheat death, and brother....sister, whatever. I am the taxman
>[] The Maiden crone hates runners
>[] YOU WERE A JUMPSCARE! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!

>>2280450
>[] The Maiden crone hates runners
>[] YOU WERE A JUMPSCARE! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!

"The maiden crone hates runners, but she always catches up in the end" I say as I position the spear over its heart, Erret muttering a quiet prayer behind me before my anger boils over as I stab the large, sharpened piece of ice into its heart, making its shriek as I do the same "AND YOU WERE A JUMPSCARE! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

I raise my spear up as it lets out a dry rattling cough and falls limp, looking like the other victims of the dire that were left here to rot. And then I stab it again, and then another and fourth time for good measure, stomping on its neck to make my point clear and being sure to leave the spear in its back since I'm pretty sure it was still squirming after the third stab.

Panting, I turn back around and see a wide eyed erret looking back at me

What do I do?
[] hug her
[] ask her to help me clean up this mess
[] "I hate jump scares"
[] So, want to burn this cellar to the ground with me
[] Well I'm off to find the bath
[] write in

>>2280585
>[] hug her
>[] ask her to help me clean up this mess
>[] "I hate jump scares"

>>2280585
>[] hug her
>[] "I hate jump scares"

>>2280585
>[] "I hate jump scares"
>[] hug her
>[] Well I'm off to find the bath
>And naturally you will be joining me

I know it won't win but still, Errat blushing is cute. As are other things

I walk up to her and hug her as tightly as I can, sighing as she pauses for a moment and hugs me back.

"I didn't know that....well I didn't know that sort of thing scared you, Belua" She says softly as I sigh again and close my eyes "I'm sorry I didn't help it just happened to"

I shake my head and loosen my grip a bit

"Don't worry about it, you did fine" I say softly as I begin to move away from her "I just....I just"

"I just hate jump scares" I hiss, sounding nothing like my usual calm....well at least collected self

"...I think I understand,master" Erret says, letting go of me with a pitying smile on her face and relief in her eyes "Facing fear is one of the truest signs of faith, but I am sorry you had to do it, unwillingly"

"At least I killed the thing that scar....I wasn't scared" I huff crossing my arms as Erret laughs

"Alright Master" She says sounding almost like she's actually mocking me "So what do we do now?"

"First we clean up this pit" I say, looking at the withered corpse sitting in front of me, grimacing as I play with the idea of jumping up and down on it, and smacking it with my tail untils its just dust. But then I might just make things worse....no I think I just want a nice warm bath "then I am finding a bath that still works here"

"As you wish" Erret says, folding her hands together as she curtsy in front of me "but no need to help me clean, I've gotten very good at it"

"Still will" I reply dully, making her smile glow a bit brighter

and we'll end here
I've archived
and will answer questions

>>2280676
Great thread as always HM, thanks for running. This "cleanse my new soon-to-be-sickass mansion" arc is looking promising as hell, I like it

>>2280676
Thanks for Running HM

>>2280676
Fucking jump scares, just a cheesy horror element.

Your probably not here anymore but how are the other not picked players doing?

>>2280795
You could see
soon