“Golemhand. They’re fleeing into the water. Beachcat is flanking from the ridge. I advised Knight-Captain Merindius pursuit was unwise, but he’s sending his forces in. Can you support his advance?”
Clairei Fields [Knights] were heading into the swamp with the [Vampire Hunters], chasing the spawn as they fled. Not fast; they had raced to set up a physical cordon first. This was Merindius’ 11th hunt; after several failures, the Vampire Hunters had learned that enacting a net to catch fleeing stragglers was vital.
Levels would be a fine reward as well as the bounties on each of the bloodsuckers’ heads. Merindius had been Level 24 and a regular [Knight] of the Order of Clairei Fields two months ago.
A hefty cost. Merindius stepped back from the burning house. He watched the flames begin to lick up the dark sides and turned, vindictive pleasure kindling at the small act.
Merindius cursed the rain that had made this night attack harder as well as the location of this village. He was tempted to join the hunters in the water and briefly considered ordering them to fall back.
Merindius halted the adventurers, and three of his men followed him. They surrounded the Gold-rankers. Merindius had been disappointed by their performance; they had paid good coin, and the renowned Golemhand, Adventurer Yrimen, had seemed more cowardly than his reputation indicated.
Merindius halted the adventurers, and three of his men followed him. They surrounded the Gold-rankers. Merindius had been disappointed by their performance; they had paid good coin, and the renowned Golemhand, Adventurer Yrimen, had seemed more cowardly than his reputation indicated.
There was a raw edge to the man’s tone that Merindius recognized. The [Knight-Captain] sighed. This was not the first time he’d had both aspiring [Hunters] and adventurers balk.
The Gold-rank adventurer hesitated. Merindius saw the half-Elf shaking her head. She was a…[Battle Healer], wasn’t she? They could use her expertise, and the Drowned Woman was a [Mage] specializing in water spells.
Merindius murmured, watching Captain Yrimen’s face. But Golemhand just strode over and grabbed Sable with his non-augmented fist. He stared into the Cat Woman’s eyes as her slitted gaze flicked to him.
Fangs…fur…but no taint. Several of the [Knights] with Merindius eyed the Cat Beastkin with suspicion, but it was just a superficial resemblance. Even so, Merindius kept his hand on his sword hilt as he watched the water. He heard a cry in the distance; sounds of fighting.
Fangs…fur…but no taint. Several of the [Knights] with Merindius eyed the Cat Beastkin with suspicion, but it was just a superficial resemblance. Even so, Merindius kept his hand on his sword hilt as he watched the water. He heard a cry in the distance; sounds of fighting.
