Here Yee! Here Yee!
"There's a Gaw Damnd vampire sitting right in the middle of these fine citizens of Stormreach" broke the festive air of the Wayward Lobster as three of Stormreach's finest palidins closed in on the unholy creature.
"By decree of the Lords of Stormreach, undead are not allowed within the city limits." spoke the Paladin decked in White Dragon Plate Armor to the vile creature before him.
The vampire was unresponsive, almost dismissive to these three warriors of God.
"Die you vampire scum!" cried the Warforged Pillar of Light as the 3 paladins hit there Turn Undead abilities simultaneously. The vampire erased from existence. All the while, the noble patrons of this eatery were unaware of the peril they had just been saved from.
But gather in my neighbors, for there are dark schemes afoot. It seems these hailed warrior heroes of ours have been taken. Oh how the unDEad gods of VileneSs have laid low these three humble servants of light. So beware Ghallanda, oh beware. As the sun sets on the harbor this dreary night I fear there are no heroes to save us from the unliving nastiness that is afoot.
"Help Me!" the sniveling vampire cried out to the gods. It is very unusual to see an undead vacate themselves, this vampire was doing a good job not hiding it. He appealed to those on most high, assuming they would save him again from a danger fast approaching.
The gods as one peered into Eberron, searching for this danger. One god, appearing arrayed in a veritable variety of questionably fashionable cloths drew back in sudden fear. "YOU DID NOT TELL US THE PALADINS WERE OF THEM" he roared as the other gods also began to draw back. A second god started to speak, his voice booming at a level equal to his amazing girth. As he spoke, his beard blew across his face like a sickly forest poorly tended revealing gigantic rolls of skin under his neck akin to armies of ooze monsters trying to escape a giant pillowcase. "THE GUARD OF RAVENS IS AT YOUR DOOR, YOUR SOUL IS OURS BUT YOUR ASS IS NO MORE."
With a gigantic boom, the heavens slammed shut. The vampire squealed like a pig caught in a bear trap and his head hung low. The tavern had emptied with a quickness, the patrons holding their belongings to their chest and avoiding looking into the eyes of those who surrounded the tavern and its last remaining sorry occupant. "Aint nobody got time for that." said the last patron as she whisked by one of the on comers with a cold pop clenched tightly in her hand.
As the divine light of the mighty paladins fades away they see their would be victim still standing there smiling dismissively at them. "You see," he says, "I am not always a vampire, dumbass!" Then he continues drinking while listening to the moans of the pathetic bunch that meant to do murder.
Alas the Paladins had been told by the great voice in the sky that they were not allowed to kill the good Vampire that walked the daylight with his other adventurous friends. Still even after Vampire begged, The Paladins slew him over and over in the Inn of his Life Stone. Finally the Vampire prayed to the Great Voice in the Sky. The Great Voice then sent The Paladins to the Secret Darkness for a very long time. A time that we have not been told of.
Paladins need a "Smite Halfling" ability.
And the undead scrawled the names of their murderers in their minds so that they may too wallow as animals
VERY nicely done.
Originally Posted by DesertBlue
Look for my order to arise on the 7th day. If you thought it was bad before.........