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Chapter 16 Valley of Hopes, Part Three
Darnand seemed to leap forward within his own skin. “You have a map? When was it made? What is your source?”
“Easy there,” laughed Jerric. “Let her tell it.”
Aravi held the parchment in her hands. “The order I work with has contacts at the Arcane University. This ruin is a known vampire lair, but it’s been decades since the last raid. Whether someone has been holed up here for years or newly arrived is not known. Vampires can go underground for long periods, feeding on mortal cattle, animals, or even starving themselves into madness. It’s likely that the new activity at Hope Valley caught its attention, and it saw someone it wanted. When I looked in the main entrance I was able to confirm that we are dealing with a vampire here. Maybe several.” She glanced around at them. “What do you know about vampires?”
“Not much,” said Lildereth. She preferred to learn what Aravi knew first.
Darnand crossed his arms over his chest, probably to keep himself from grabbing at Aravi’s map. “My reading on the subject has been inconclusive.”
Aravi gave him a nod to go ahead.
“I understand that they are vulnerable to fire, enchanted weapons, and mundane weapons made with silver.”
“Yes,” said Aravi. “Frost attacks and poisons will do little damage. Many vampires are masters of illusion, so mind control spells often fail.”
Jerric patted his blades. “Enchanted, and I have a mace made of Nordic silver.” He gave Aravi an enquiring look.
She touched her own weapons. “This sword bears a fire enchantment, and this one is made of silvered steel.” Now it was Jerric who looked like he might pounce on her for a closer look at the blades.
Lildereth cleared her throat. “Is it true that wooden stakes will kill them?”
Aravi tipped her head back, indicating her quiver. “If they’re attached to silver arrowheads. A bow that enchants arrows is also effective.”
Lildereth hooked a thumb at her own back. “Silver tipped. I’m covered.”
Jerric shuffled his feet in the grass. It sounded like a stampede. “I’ve heard you can get infected from just the smallest cut. If their blood gets in.”
“This is true,” said Aravi. “Vampires carry Porphyric Hemophilia, and an untreated infection will lead to vampirism. Close combat is to be avoided if possible, and you must all take a curative potion once we leave this place. Just to be certain. Do not take one until it’s over, as you may be reinfected.” She paused. “And repeat infections are not so easy to cure.”
Jerric looked at Darnand. “If that happens to me, you have to kill me. Promise.”
Darnand snorted. “With my spell and your potions it would seem that your murder need not be a part of our advance plan. Besides, we would have days to cure you.”
“No, I mean the repeated thing. I don’t want to be a vampire.”
The three of them stared at Jerric.
“I’m serious, Breton. Don’t let me turn into one. Give me your word.”
Lildereth realized that he really was that worried.
Darnand sounded impatient. “I shall kill you one hundred times to death, are you satisfied? After an appropriate period of study, of course.”
Jerric still looked troubled. “You’re jesting, right?”
“You are indulging in theatrics. We shall revisit this discussion if you sprout fangs. Agreed?”
Jerric tugged on a fistful of his hair. “Agreed.”
Aravi gave Jerric another calculating look.
“He’s steady in a fight,” Lildereth offered.
Darnand spoke up. “I have read one treatise that suggests vampires may move freely in sunlight, but their skin will sparkle, betraying their condition.”
“Sparkle?” Jerric sounded as dubious as Lildereth felt.
Lildereth laughed. “Breton, what have you been reading?”
Now Darnand sounded defensive. “That is a recent theory. I cannot account for its popularity.”
“They don’t sparkle,” said Aravi, “and they can’t last long in direct sunlight. I advise that we attack in daylight. They’re less likely to attempt escape into the outdoors, and we want to kill them all.”
“Yeah,” said Jerric. “About that. We’re searching for some villagers who may have been taken. Well I guess that’s likely what happened to them. Anyway there were no bodies, so do you think they could still be alive? We need to be careful and watch out for them.”
Aravi’s soft tone made her words all the more chilling. “If they still live they will have been enthralled, made into cattle, or turned. Thralls will regain their conscious will once their master has been killed. However their purpose is to protect the master with their lives, so I doubt it will be possible to spare them. I don’t think entranced cattle can ever be awakened. Fledglings are vampires. I don’t know a cure.”
They stood in silence for a moment.
Jerric spoke. “I got you two into this. I’m going to see it through, but—”
“That’s a hell of a thing to say to us,” snapped Lildereth.
“We are with you,” said Darnand.
Aravi unrolled the map. “Let’s plan our attack.”
The ground was damp with melting frost, so they remained standing. Darnand took two corners of the map, and Lildereth held the third. Jerric turned his body to shade them from the sun’s glare.
The map depicted the fort in its current state. By the notations it seemed that it had been drawn on site rather than copied from an architectural plan.
“Here is the entrance they’ve been using,” Aravi said, pointing with a claw. “The corridor leads to a balcony around this large chamber. There are no functional stairs, and it’s a twelve foot drop. That’s where I saw the humans.”
“How many?” asked Jerric. “Were they Bretons? Thralls or were they vampires? Armed? What were they doing?”
Aravi blinked at him.
“Let her tell it,” Darnand reminded Jerric, mimicking the Nord’s earlier tone. Lildereth bit the corner of her lip. This was no time for the two of them to start bickering.
Aravi looked down at the map for a moment. “I’m not used to working with a team. Why don’t I tell you what I planned to do on my own? Then you can ask your questions. I don’t know if I’ll have the answers. I have little to go on other than my experience and what you already know.”
“Right,” said Jerric. “Uh, yeah. Sorry.”
Aravi tapped the map with her claw again. “Healthy vampires would have no problem getting in and out this way, but enthralled or imprisoned mortals would be contained. I think the vampires dwell back here.” She indicated a cluster of chambers. “This unused entrance where we met, Lildereth, is closer. An approach through the front door would alert the vampires that they were under attack. I can sneak up and shoot them one by one, but I can’t sneak past them. So I planned to use these corridors to find and fight the vampires singly without having to kill all of their thralls first. If they have any. It always comes to blades with the patriarchs, and this way I might save my strength.”
Aravi’s plan sounded like a suicide attempt to Lildereth. “What about here and here?” She pointed at the map. “You can’t be sure you cleared an area before you move to the next, and any number of foes could get behind you. What will they do when they learn they’re under attack? Use invisibility and search the corridors for you?” Lildereth broke into a sweat despite the chill. She fought the urge to shrink against Jerric. Even the sky seemed hostile.
“No, I can’t be sure,” Aravi replied. Her voice was quiet and even. “I can only do the best that I can manage.”
Lildereth composed her thoughts. They should watch the entrance for a few nights at the minimum, but she doubted anyone would agree to that.
Darnand spoke to Aravi before Lildereth could organize her questions. “May I ask if you plan to use magic?”
“I know a healing spell, and I cast a shield when I have the chance.”
Jerric cleared his throat. “I’ve been on some raids. Not many, but they were memorable. I think I have an idea.”
Lildereth kept the surprise off her face, which was more than Darnand could manage.
Aravi gave Jerric a small nod.
“This big chamber here. It would make a good kill box. Lildereth, you and Aravi go up on the balcony with your bows. Aravi can sort out the thralls from the vampires and call targets. Lildereth can use life detection magic to warn you when something is coming down either of these corridors. The vampires cast invisibility, right? So you’ll need that to see them. And Lildereth, once they know we’re here you can try your mind tricks on the thralls. Get them to run away or something if you can. Anything to keep them out of the fight until we kill their master.”
He paused, but no one else spoke.
“I’ll go in through here with Darnand and our summonings,” he continued. “We’ll all four split up and work through these areas at the same time. I don’t trust your fire wench, Breton, but that dremora you summon just wants to kill. If you send him in here and he comes out here we’ll know there’s nothing alive behind him. I’ll send Ishckrihk this way. You and I will both be casting fire, so it’s best that he stay far away from it. I don’t know if he gets nervous, and today is a bad time to find out.”
Aravi pointed at the map. “If you do not time your advance correctly, this chamber could become a trap. We don’t know how many vampires we’ll find. Your atronachs will prevent any kind of stealth, and the vampires will have time to react.”
“Yeah.” Jerric grinned at Darnand. The Breton gave him a smug twist of lip in return. “We can talk in each other’s thoughts,” Jerric told Aravi. His thick finger made a noise tapping against his temple.
The Khajiit seemed to believe him. At least she didn’t roll up her map and stalk away.
“I’ll wear my life detection ring,” Jerric continued. “Darnand, you wear the Ring of… Not Being Seen Very Easily.”
Lildereth stifled a laugh. She was glad he was prudent enough not to name the daedric artifact in their possession, but his dissembling could use a lot of work.
The tip of Aravi’s tail twitched as she thought. “Your fire may drive the more powerful vampires to us.” She touched the large chamber that Jerric had described as a kill zone.
“Yeah,” said Jerric. “I’m not so good with plans. You two can escape out the front door if that happens.”
Aravi gave him a small smile. “When that happens, we will kill them.”
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This post has been edited by Grits: Mar 14 2013, 10:23 PM