Knifey, knifey
Many remember the night of death, although few exist who witnessed it.
It started slowly. After we had defeated the illusion wielding jackel-ware we searched the house and had our suspicions confirmed. We found many a partly chewed body part hidden about the house as well as a black coach and some black horses in the stables. The coach and many items in the house itself held the seal of Lord Bloodworth. It was as I had feared; either Bloodworth was the ripper, or the ripper had taken his place some time ago.
We returned to the party and split up to search for any clues that we could find before the clock struck midnight. Many of us were feeling quite tired and probably did as I did and spent some time resting in one of the many rooms. However, I hear that they did not have such excitement as I had. It seems that the sewer dweller was correct in offering us a gift, and that I should have been less suspicious and accepted his gift. As the clock struck 11:30 I rose and was about to set out and find my companions. However, some strange fellow seemed determined to accompany me wherever I went. As I tried to exit the room he blocked my way and locked the door. I started to walk towards another door, but a servant appeared, closed the door and locked it as well. As the first man locked another door they commanded me to stay and wait, claiming that their master would not want me to disrupt his night. I told them that I was leaving and that they could let me leave or die trying to stop me. I headed for the last door and was attacked by yet another servant. Within seconds they were on me and I fought a pitched battle for my life. If not for my superior skills and the healing touch that Ezra has provided me I surely would have perished at their hands. However, at the end 3 shape changers lay dead on the floor and I was nursing many a sore wound. I waited for a while an tried to catch my breath. After a time Kelios was kind enough to open the locks and release me from the room. She has claimed that she had seen Bloodworth going in one room and out another. She started to describe a plan of action, but I was quite aware that there was at least one creature in this house that could sense my thoughts. Realizing that our best chance of success was for me not to know what was going on, I moved to the ball room and awaited the inevitable chaos that would descend upon us. It was fortunate for us that I had such an Epiphany, since I later learned that Bernard had managed to disguise himself as a woman and attract the attention of the ripper. The ripper had some magical amulet that allowed him to cloud the mind of his victims, which he tried to us upon Bernard. Of course it did not work, for the faithful are not so easily distracted.
It was getting dangerously close to midnight when there was a familiar yelp from outside. The jackel-wares were upon us. I jumped up and started outside to face the oncoming threat, but once again, a pair of servants blocked my way. They kept babbling about how their master wanted to stop me. I was able to fight my way outside with them in tow in time to witness Bernard land a vicious blow into the back of the ripper. Although I would normally be opposed to attacking from behind, this beast deserved no mercy. I charged into the fray with him since I could not let him face shape changers, the ripper and the jackel-wares alone. It seems that a strange twist of fate was laid before us. The jackel-wares were in a rage of some sort and could not tell fiend from foe. They managed to draw some blood from the shape changers, although they tried to draw blood from us as well. Bernard and myself fought back to back against the beasts as Peotr rushed into the night. His calls told us that he had gone to gather help, although we had little hope that it would arrive in time.
As we fought the beasts we started to thin their numbers. perhaps it was the fact that we could now see them more clearly, for the light from the house managed to lite the entire yard. When I risked a quick glance it was not a happy an occurrence as first thought. The upper floor of the house was wreathed in flames and thick smoke was billowing from many of the windows. It seemed that the beasts had tried their worst to appease the beast in the knife. I prayed that the guests had managed to escape and turned back to slaying the beasts. Peotr arrived from the night, with his wolf-dog at his side. His arrival must have frightened the ripper in some way, for he started to change shape. He transformed himself into the largest boar that I ever hope to see and brought his cloven hooves down upon the wolf. The wolf dropped to the ground as his life started to seep away. But this was the opportunity that we had waited for. I stepped in and aimed at the boar's giant head. Lord Dorvin guided my hand that time for the hammer smashed into and through the mighty head. The ripper shimmered, transformed and eventually lay still. However, the night was not yet won. The remaining shape changers decided that they wanted the cursed knife for themselves and tried to claim it. With the help of a sooty Kelios we managed to teach them the error of their ways.
The last beast had fallen and we had not even caught our breath when Kelios picked up the knife. A lustful bloody look filled her face and she jumped at me. A few quick blows managed to drop her to the ground, hopefully without permanent injury. My cousin worries me more and more. Absent for the whole fight and then arriving just in time to snatch the knife. I shall endeavor to watch her more closely.
We checked over Kelios and started to catch our breath. Bernard picked up the knife and you could see a brief struggle play across his face. But the chosen of Ezra are of a strong mind. He put the knife away and we started to gather ourselves. Kelios had only 2 hours to live. Would the sewer dweller keep his word? Would she live to see another dawn? We could only hope.
It started slowly. After we had defeated the illusion wielding jackel-ware we searched the house and had our suspicions confirmed. We found many a partly chewed body part hidden about the house as well as a black coach and some black horses in the stables. The coach and many items in the house itself held the seal of Lord Bloodworth. It was as I had feared; either Bloodworth was the ripper, or the ripper had taken his place some time ago.
We returned to the party and split up to search for any clues that we could find before the clock struck midnight. Many of us were feeling quite tired and probably did as I did and spent some time resting in one of the many rooms. However, I hear that they did not have such excitement as I had. It seems that the sewer dweller was correct in offering us a gift, and that I should have been less suspicious and accepted his gift. As the clock struck 11:30 I rose and was about to set out and find my companions. However, some strange fellow seemed determined to accompany me wherever I went. As I tried to exit the room he blocked my way and locked the door. I started to walk towards another door, but a servant appeared, closed the door and locked it as well. As the first man locked another door they commanded me to stay and wait, claiming that their master would not want me to disrupt his night. I told them that I was leaving and that they could let me leave or die trying to stop me. I headed for the last door and was attacked by yet another servant. Within seconds they were on me and I fought a pitched battle for my life. If not for my superior skills and the healing touch that Ezra has provided me I surely would have perished at their hands. However, at the end 3 shape changers lay dead on the floor and I was nursing many a sore wound. I waited for a while an tried to catch my breath. After a time Kelios was kind enough to open the locks and release me from the room. She has claimed that she had seen Bloodworth going in one room and out another. She started to describe a plan of action, but I was quite aware that there was at least one creature in this house that could sense my thoughts. Realizing that our best chance of success was for me not to know what was going on, I moved to the ball room and awaited the inevitable chaos that would descend upon us. It was fortunate for us that I had such an Epiphany, since I later learned that Bernard had managed to disguise himself as a woman and attract the attention of the ripper. The ripper had some magical amulet that allowed him to cloud the mind of his victims, which he tried to us upon Bernard. Of course it did not work, for the faithful are not so easily distracted.
It was getting dangerously close to midnight when there was a familiar yelp from outside. The jackel-wares were upon us. I jumped up and started outside to face the oncoming threat, but once again, a pair of servants blocked my way. They kept babbling about how their master wanted to stop me. I was able to fight my way outside with them in tow in time to witness Bernard land a vicious blow into the back of the ripper. Although I would normally be opposed to attacking from behind, this beast deserved no mercy. I charged into the fray with him since I could not let him face shape changers, the ripper and the jackel-wares alone. It seems that a strange twist of fate was laid before us. The jackel-wares were in a rage of some sort and could not tell fiend from foe. They managed to draw some blood from the shape changers, although they tried to draw blood from us as well. Bernard and myself fought back to back against the beasts as Peotr rushed into the night. His calls told us that he had gone to gather help, although we had little hope that it would arrive in time.
As we fought the beasts we started to thin their numbers. perhaps it was the fact that we could now see them more clearly, for the light from the house managed to lite the entire yard. When I risked a quick glance it was not a happy an occurrence as first thought. The upper floor of the house was wreathed in flames and thick smoke was billowing from many of the windows. It seemed that the beasts had tried their worst to appease the beast in the knife. I prayed that the guests had managed to escape and turned back to slaying the beasts. Peotr arrived from the night, with his wolf-dog at his side. His arrival must have frightened the ripper in some way, for he started to change shape. He transformed himself into the largest boar that I ever hope to see and brought his cloven hooves down upon the wolf. The wolf dropped to the ground as his life started to seep away. But this was the opportunity that we had waited for. I stepped in and aimed at the boar's giant head. Lord Dorvin guided my hand that time for the hammer smashed into and through the mighty head. The ripper shimmered, transformed and eventually lay still. However, the night was not yet won. The remaining shape changers decided that they wanted the cursed knife for themselves and tried to claim it. With the help of a sooty Kelios we managed to teach them the error of their ways.
The last beast had fallen and we had not even caught our breath when Kelios picked up the knife. A lustful bloody look filled her face and she jumped at me. A few quick blows managed to drop her to the ground, hopefully without permanent injury. My cousin worries me more and more. Absent for the whole fight and then arriving just in time to snatch the knife. I shall endeavor to watch her more closely.
We checked over Kelios and started to catch our breath. Bernard picked up the knife and you could see a brief struggle play across his face. But the chosen of Ezra are of a strong mind. He put the knife away and we started to gather ourselves. Kelios had only 2 hours to live. Would the sewer dweller keep his word? Would she live to see another dawn? We could only hope.
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