Balshare (balshare) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-08-30 23:50:00 |
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Balshare had managed to escape his encounter unscathed and ended up camping in the forest, somewhere near a beach. He had not ventured much farther in after killing a large bugbear and preparing it for food, cooking it over a fire. He cleaned the hide and use a bone fragment to sew the hide pieces into a makeshift lean to shelter, along with some branches and vines. For several days, he simply walked the woods, and it seemed like he could never make any progress, and found himself feeling week every morning. Unsure what was happening, he set a spell to wake him one night. When he stirred, his eyes opened slowly and he almost screamed. Horror filled him as he realized what he was watching. Above him leaned a vampire, it's greasy black hair flopped over it's head as it knelt to suckle his blood from the inside of his right arm. It was an ugly looking thing, and alien in form, and he wasn't sure how it had kept him from realizing what had happened, but he acted fast. Staying as still as possible, he thought the words of a spell until the very end of it and then, casting the prayer Inflict Light Wounds On Undead, he hit the creature as hard as he could, screaming the final word out loud as he did so. Mystra's favor was with him it seemed, for the creature was blasted away from him, and sent crashing into a tree with bone-breaking force, breaking his lean to, and shattering the tree too. He felt a surge of strength and wellness hit him as the second half of the spell effected him, granting him healing from the undead creature that had been feeding on him. He was vaguely aware, past the blood pounding in his ears, that the pony was screaming, but he had to focus, now. Scrambling to his feet, he chanted a prayer of hope and of vengeance, and As the vampire rose, hissing, and screeching, and leaped for him, a beam of pure radiance shot from his hands, transfixing the being, and sending it slumping to the ground. Balshare dashed forward, grabbing up a broken branch and with all of his strength, slammed the broken end down into the chest of the vampire, shoving it hard. It struggled, screeching at him, and its claws raked his arms, causing him to cry out in pain. And then there was a 'ka-chunk' sound, the stake sank in, and the vampire shattered into dust. Balshare sank to his knees, panting and sighed as he looked around at the wreckage of the small clearing he had called home for days. He felt revitalizing energy flood him slowly, and he realized that the vampire's end had granted him more power. he would deal with that later, he knew. Now, realizing he could not stay, and wondering if this strange vampire had been the cause of his being unable to get anywhere, he gathered himself and his things, dressed from his clothing, freshly washed and hanging up, now dried, and hooked the pony to the wagon, leading it forth from where he had concealed it. He flexed his arm where he had bound it from the wound, and prayed softly, feeling healing power suffuse him. Slowly he made his way forward, and almost sobbed as, within an hour, he found himself on streets, and walking down past what appeared to mostly be empty buildings. Far ahead, he could see a spire type building, and he hoped it was a sign, and maybe the center of town. He needed a place to rest, and he hoped for civilization and safety. He hoped. Tired, aching now, more, and wanting only to find shelter, he trudged forward leading the pony and the wagon full of supplies. |