Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131221200431/@comment-3293219-20131222203330

"I thought we were vampire hunters, not the damn fire brigade!" The wood elf stated, staring at Eilonwyn in the tree.

The dunmer stepped forward, it was clear that this was his area of expertise.

Without even offering her a chance to surrender, he fired a potion of paralysis at her and caused her to fall from the tree. Fortunately, several branches broke the dunmer's fall but it was an incredibly painful descent. The branches caught any exposed skin, scratching it as she brushed past, several of the scratches made her want to cry out in pain but the paralysis made this impossible.

Eilonwyn finally hit the bottom with a thud, everything went to black, before she even felt the sting of her body crashing down onto the hard, stone floor.

"Ha! You make this too easy!" Kjar smiled, appearing from behind. He had remained behind the tree to be ready incase things went south.

"I don't know... she looked as if she was holding back." Gerralt confessed, ending the spell and sighing.

The wood elf picked her up, hoping that she was still unconscious. "Well... we can ask her when we get back, she might be part of a group."

"You always say that." Kjar protested, "and they're always just freelancers, we've never been able to find the vampire den."

"No... but I get the feeling that we will..." The wood elf looked down at her heavily scratched face, hoping that she would be an answered prayer and not just another blood junkie.