The Vampire Slayer Saga

The Vampire Slayer Saga

Chapter 1 The night was cold and cloudy, as was appropriate for this time of year. The Northern winds had already picked up signaling a cold and long winter. The moon had risen high in the night air cutting through a hole in the clouds. It was as full as it could possibly be, shining brightly upon a small clearing near a cave entrance. That cave entrance was no ordinary opening. It had been shaped into a grand entrance, obviously of dwarven craftsmanship. A stone wall extended around the cave entrance for many yards. It showed the scars of war upon it's face, but showed no signs of weakness.

One gate was all that could be seen, and it was wide open. As if to dare those on the other side to enter. In the clearing was a single stone table near a giant fire that was whipping around as the winds assaulted it. Sitting at that table was an old, scarred slayer. His beard fluttered with the wind, but his bright orange crest did not budge. Numerous other slayers had already settled in with mugs in hand and weapons set aside, but not out of reach. The tone was solemn as the last few shuffled in to hear the tale. The old slayer stood up and hobbled into the firelight. He had seen many a battle as was apparent by his state.

"We are here to remember our fallen brethren of the mining outpost Garak," He paused and bowed his head to honour those who died that day. The crowd also bowed their heads. After raising his head he said, "We are also here to tell the tale of how the first Vampire Slayers came to be. Some of you have heard this tale a few times, most of you for the first. It was here at this table that the first Vampire Slayers decided to create a camp and train others in the arts of killing the undead. They did this to honour his fallen brethren and to destroy as much of the undead as possible. So, we gather here every year on this day to remember the events that happened during that sad time." He picked up his mug and held it high in the air. The other slayers grabbed their mugs and held them aloft. In unison they yelled, "For Garak!" With that they emptied their mugs and settled in for the tale. The youngest Slayers refilled their mugs as quickly as possible.

The old slayer sat back down and began the tale...

Garak was abuzz with dwarves. Everyone was getting the wagon train ready to go. They had made their quota and more than a month early. In the last two years Garak had flourished from a small mine to a small outpost. Nearly five hundred dwarves called it home now. It had grown much faster than Borak Stonewall had imagined.

Two years prior, Borak discovered the metal deposits by accident after seeking shelter from a storm; he never thought it would be so lucrative. He had originally convinced around fifty dwarves to start the mine. Most of them had little money or belongings and this would have been a great opportunity to start their fortunes. The closest hold was Karak Kadrin. During the first year Borak set out to make an agreement with Karak Kadrin. In the agreement Garak would provide the precious metals needed in Kadrin. In return Kadrin's armouries would provide weapons and armor, along with materials to further the construction of the mine. He was able to return with weapons and armor along with enough materials to further the mines expansion. Over the next year his workforce had almost tripled. All in all about two hundred dwarves called Garak home.

Kadrin was in for a surprise. Not only had Borak brought enough to repay the construction materials, but he also had enough to buy more and expand the mine. He had managed to gather another hundred or so to travel back with him. Once they arrived with the new materials they created a small keep to protect the growing outpost. All seemed well for Garak, it was now a prosperous trading post and mine.

Borak Stonewall, now mayor of the outpost, awaited upon the platform as the last of the preparations were made. "Well my friends, Garak has had another successful year. We have met and 1

The Vampire Slayer Saga exceeded the amount agreed to deliver to Kadrin." A cheer leapt from the crowd. "Settle down now, settle down. We also have finished a month ahead of schedule." Another round of cheering erupted.

He waved them to calm down. "This delivery will bring us even closer to becoming a village, as word will spread and others will come seeking their fortunes. I will not make this trip today for as you know, my wife will bear our first child any day now." The crowed cheered again.

Borak smiled big as they clapped for him. "I have trusted three of our finest members to go to Kadrin and fulfill our agreement. All three have been with me from the start. Thalin Blackstone, our Master Engineer, without his expertise building the tunnels and our first buildings, we may not be here. Horan Firmshaft, our Master Miner, without his knowledge of mining we would have never been so successful. And last but not least Jorg Unbaraki, our Master at Arms, without his leadership in the defense of the mine I would not be making this speech." The three walked onto the platform as the crowd cheered them on, each in turn shaking Borak's hand. "We shall prepare a grand feast for the return of the wagon train. May your passage be a safe one. Return to us in one piece."

They shook hands one more time before they climbed aboard the wagons. The gates opened and off they went amid a cheering from the outpost. A small contingent of armed dwarves walked along the sides. About fifty in all traveled towards Karak Kadrin. The trip to Kadrin was rather uneventful.

Nothing bothered the train at all. However, there was an odd feeling in the air, as they saw no sign of anything alive around them. It was almost as if something had scared all the creatures away. Now and then they passed a slayer seeking his doom. This was a common sight the closer one got to Kadrin.

Soon they arrived at the grand entrance to Karak Kadrin. They had heard of its glory, but words did not do it justice. They stood and took in its majestic beauty. A pony neighed breaking their trance.

They crossed the bridge and into the hold. The three walked in and announced their arrival and intent. The information was passed on as they were sent back to wait instructions. Soon a dwarf came toward the wagon train, an engineer. "Well I am glad to see Borak is doing well, yes indeed.

Follow me in, I will show you where you can unload your cargo," spouted the dwarf. The three relayed the instructions as they entered the gate. Kadrin was just as grand inside as out. Just beyond the gate was a large hole in the ground. It was obviously dwarven made, as it was perfectly cut. Next to it stood a scale and about ten slayers with pick axes and shovels. "Your men can have a rest over there at Red Tusk Inn," said the engineer. "We will weigh and unload the cargo." Jorg took the men and got them set up in the inn. Thalin and Horan talked with the engineer while everything was being taken care of. They weighed each cart and then unloaded it into the shaft.

A few hours later all was done. Thalin handed the engineer his list of items they requested for payment. He told them it would take a week to gather the materials. The group stayed at the inn while all was prepared.

All too soon it was time to go. Each of the three had explored the areas allowed to them with each taking a different aspect of the slayer culture with them. They said their goodbyes and headed back down the mountain to their awaiting companions in Garak. Their wagons almost overflowed with the raw building materials, weapons, and armor they managed to acquire, which was more than they had expected to bring back. They were right on schedule to arrive back at the outpost. The fifty dwarven guards moved into position. Once they were there the wagon train headed back to Garak.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 2 Thalin, Horan, and Jorg rode on the front wagon telling stories and tales to one another. The mood of the dwarves was improving, as they got closer to home knowing their loved ones and friends awaited them with a grand feast. They stopped and made camp one last time. The normal guards were posted, as had been the whole trip. They broke camp the next morning knowing they would be home by nightfall. Most of the dwarves looked tired as strange noises had kept them up. Nothing ever revealed itself or got close enough to be a real threat. Some thing made them uneasy though. Jorg sent five of the warriors ahead down the side of the mountain to let Garak know they would arrive soon. The last leg of the trip was slow, as the animals seemed skittish and unwilling to travel forward.

Just as they turned the last bend Horan noticed a smoke plume above the tree line. It was black as the night sky with no stars. They looked at each other with a worried expression on their brows. Soon a lone figure could be seen running towards them. It was one of the warriors they had sent ahead. He was running as fast as he could. Jorg and Horan dropped to the ground weapons in hand. Thalin reached behind him and pulled out his handgun. Jorg ordered defensive positions around the wagon.

He ordered five to follow him. They dashed toward the warrior. A black form bounced into view as it pounded towards the running warrior. As Jorg closed in he notice the warrior was bleeding badly from multiple wounds. He also realized he would not reach him before the beast did. He used every once of energy to get there. The warrior hearing the pounding footfall of the beast and turned to face the Dire Wolf. The wolf jumped into the air bringing his fangs down upon the warrior. A split second before it hit, the wolf's skull shattered as a lead pellet hit it. It knocked the warrior to the ground and both lay still. Jorg reached him first and tossed the beast's carcass off the warrior.

"Gruund, what happened? Where is the rest of your group?" asked Jorg quietly. The remaining dwarves that followed him set up a perimeter.

Gasping between heavy breaths Gruund responded. "We heard noises coming from the outpost.

We assumed it was the feast being prepared. I can not repeat everything I saw," shivering at the thought. "We just cleared the tree line when we saw the outpost in flames. Dwarves litter the ground as ghouls fed on their corpses!" he exclaimed as his voice went shaky. "Trok raised his crossbow and fired at one of the ghouls before I could stop him. Before he could reload five of those wolves jumped us from behind." He gasped in a deep breath. "All but Trok and I were down within a flash. He told me to get word back to you and he would hold them off. I killed one as I ran back here. They must have killed him before following me," he coughed, spitting up blood.

Jorg shook his head. The lad was not long for this world. "You have done your ancestors proud.

Now we must go see what we can do." Jorg said solemnly as Gruund passed away in his arms. Jorg stood up and started barking orders. The dwarves scrambled gathering their gear. Two of the guards picked up Gruund's body and loaded it on one of the wagons. Jorg grabbed a stick and started drawing in the ground. "The outpost is here. Thalin you take ten Dwarves with the new handguns and follow me. Horan, take ten of the fastest here and move to this point. Move in once you hear our guns fire. The rest of you form up on my lead." Within seconds they formed up and moved down the road.

Some say the sight they beheld that day could never fully be told. Thalin and the Thunderers he led were the first to see what remained of the outpost. The outer gate was on fire, or at least the part that was standing was. Something big had knocked a hole in it. It's shattered pieces lay on the ground like kindling. Bodies filled the area, mainly of warriors that defended Garak with their lives. Rotting corpses and skeletons also littered the field. Through the gate they spotted the first enemies. A band of ghouls were feasting on freshly fallen dwarves. Through the fire, the sounds of battle could be heard echoing out of the tunnel. Thalin ordered his men to line up and fire on his command. Jorg formed up on his left and nodded that he was ready. Hopefully Horan was in position.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga The Thunderers fired at the ghouls tearing six apart where they crouched. The remaining ghouls got up and moved towards the awaiting Dwarves. Jorg started his march to the gate with his musician bellowing out the sounds of his favourite war song. His men chimed in as they marched. Thalin's dwarves reloaded and fired again cutting more of the retched undead down. Jorg stopped as they neared the undead. His men prepared for combat. The ghouls engaged tearing the first couple of dwarves apart. Jorg barked out orders as they began to falter. He had to hold them together. Horan and his group burst out of the forest engaging them from the side. The two groups crushed them.

Their rotting corpses littered the ground. Everyone formed up at the front gate.

"We know this area better than they do. We will split up into small five man groups and move through killing the stragglers. We will meet up at the other side near the mine entrance. I can hear a small battle going on in there. We do not have much time. May your axe strike swift and true," said Jorg calmly and coolly.

They broke off and moved throughout the outpost. The groups found a few wolves, a hand full of ghouls, and some skeletons that were wondering around. Nothing they couldn't handle.

They formed back up at the mineshaft entrance. No sound came from within its deep tunnel. As they listened, they could hear scraping and dragging sounds. Soon about 20 zombies came shambling out of the tunnel. Most of the dwarves stood in shock as they realized these were no ordinary zombies. They were the dwarves that had protected the outpost. Jorg looked in disgust at the horde moving towards him and gave the command to attack. The dwarves hesitated. "I know you see your family and friends ahead of you. They are dead, in fact undead. We will seek the necromancer who has done this and seek redemption for their tortured souls. But, unless you want to join them, I suggest you fight." With that said Jorg charged in, the dwarves followed. It was quick and painful as they killed the zombie dwarves. Horan took half the remaining dwarves into the tunnels to look for more of the enemy. Jorg and Thalin grabbed the rest and spread around to find any survivors.

Horan quickly swept into the tunnels. He knew them well, as he was the one who had designed them. He saw the remains of the last battle ahead of him. He held his hand up for those following him to stop. A voice could be heard ahead. It was not dwarven in nature. He motioned for them to move up. As they reached the pile of dead bodies, they saw the source of the voice. A pale humanoid figure robbed in a sickly green frock stood before them. He saw them and smiled. His teeth were rotten and broken. He waved his hands and spouted out more incantations. Horan surged forward to kill the necromancer. As he did, a green mist filled the cavern blinding all within. Horan closed his eyes and listened intently. He heard the footsteps echoing off the walls. He turned and whipped his pick through the mist. He was rewarded with the sickly sound of flesh being pierced and the familiar sound of the pick impacting rock. Screams came from behind him as the corpses on the ground dragged a few dwarves down, quickly killing them. In response the undead corpses received a flurry of blows dismembering heads, arms, and legs. The mist began to clear as Horan moved towards the Necromancer's body. His throw was true. The curved blade of the pick protruded from his skull like a demon's horn. He pulled his hand axe and quickly removed the head from the body. He picked his pick up leaving the head impaled upon it. He gave orders to sweep the remaining tunnels as he strode back to the surface.

Thalin and Jorg had no luck finding dwarves to save. Most had chunks of flesh ripped from their bodies. They split up moving from house to house. Everything had been killed. Suddenly Thalin snapped to attention. He saw the mayor's door ripped off its hinges. He dashed into the house drawing two pistols. When he stepped in, he saw that there was much carnage. It looked as if this was where they made their last stand. The walls and floor were covered with blood and body parts.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Some were mutilated beyond belief. As he stared in horror he heard heavy, laboured breathing. He moved from room to room checking for an enemy. All he found were more dead dwarves.

He finally made it to the last room. The breathing was coming from inside. Kicking open the door, the sight he beheld almost made him retch. Mayor Borak was impaled upon two spears. One spear through each shoulder was holding him to the wall. His neck bled from two small holes. This was the work of a vampire. Grisly as this sight was, this is not what made him sick to his stomach. The mayor's wife had been mutilated in some sick ritual. She was skinned from head to toe. Her innards hung limply from her body to the floor. It took Thalin a minute to gather his composure, before he was able to move to free the mayor.

As Thalin grabbed a spear Borak reached out and grabbed him. Pulling him face to face. Borax's face was hard and lifeless. His eyes told of the terrible things he saw them do to his wife. The trail of dried tears could be seen on his face. He just stared into Thalin's eyes. Thalin knew Borax's sanity was gone. With a dry, rasping voice he began to speak.

"Do not say a word. Listen to what I have to say and then grant my last request. Nod if you understand." Thalin nodded slowly. "Good old friend. Listen well for I will tell you this only once.

Yesterday morning the assault started. Hordes of undead began assaulting the gates. We killed them off left and right as our war machines and crossbows fired. It was not enough. A lone figure rode in on a steed as black as night. Nothing seemed to hurt him. He tore a hole through our wall allowing the undead to enter. The dwarves here put up a valiant fight. We killed nine or ten to our one. But they were endless, our fallen brethren standing up and fighting with them. Having no other choice we split into two groups, one to defend here and one to the tunnels. We held them off till this morning."

"The rider again appeared. He blew the door off the house. My guards formed up and awaited the undead to rush in. They waited at the doorstep. The dark figure walked forward pulling his sword. It shone with dark energy. He charged the ranks of dwarves. Never have I seen such destruction from one man. With each swing five dwarves met their end. Within seconds he was on me. I swung my axe impacting his chest. He laughed as I pulled in back. The wound closed upon itself. He reached out and grabbed me, biting my neck. I was paralyzed. He motioned behind him as two pale humans moved in grabbing me. I tried to yell as he kicked open the door to my sleeping chamber."

"Kascia threw a dagger as he entered, but he just sidestepped it with his speed. He walked over to her, grabbing her and biting her too. The two lackeys propped me up so I could see what was going to happen. He waited as his servants tied her to the bed. One of them began chanting as the other drew a small knife and began removing her skin. She screamed... I will never forget those screams... it should have killed her. The other one must have kept her alive. They drew signs on her body that began to glow as they both started chanting. The one drew his knife again slicing her stomach open... they removed my child from her womb. But it was not my child. It had been transformed into something else.... something with a tail. They quickly wrapped the thing up and left the room. Kascia passed on as soon as the second one stopped chanting."

He paused for a moment. His face never changed expression the whole time he told the story.

Thalin, on the other hand, had turned a few shades of green as the horror sank in. "It has been a while sense they left. That leads me to my requests. First do not let anyone else see her that way, Kascia deserves that much. Then find the vampire who did this and kill him and whatever they took from my wife's womb. My final request is that you kill me." Thalin looked in shock as he asked. As he started to protest Borak spoke back up. "The vampire bit me and did not kill me. Soon I will become one of them. Protect my name and finish me off before I do something that will forever shame my family."

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Thalin was still trying to take everything in. He was sick to his stomach, and could barely see straight. He slowly pulled his axe out and looked at his old friend with saddened eyes. "Kill me," Borak whispered. Thalin removed his head leaving his axe embedded into the wall. He then forced himself over to Kascia's body. Placing her organs back inside her body, he wrapped her with the sheets of the bed. When he finished, he ran outside and spilled the contents of his stomach. Jorg came over to see what was wrong. Thalin stopped him from going in. Horan came jogging up with his prize head.

His smile dropped as he saw Thalin's face. Thalin told the tale, minus a few of the gory parts, to his comrades. Both paled as the story unfolded.

After much grieving they began the burial rights. It was decided that they would bury the dwarves in an unused tunnel, sealing it forever, and writing the tale upon its wall. They worked through the night carrying dwarves into the caves and the other bodies to a fire outside the outpost. By morning all was done. The names of the dead recorded in the final chapter of Garak's history. The Book of Grudges, which was not used much, was filled that day. Each dwarf that stood alive swore a blood oath to kill the vampire that had caused so much death and destruction. They collapsed the tunnel entrance that would now be used as a tomb. Upon it they carved a masterpiece, entailing what had happened and those who were buried in the tomb. It took weeks to do. In the meantime a few left to tell Kadrin the bad news. They returned with a flock of slayers. Killing a vampire would be good sport for them. All in all, it took about a month for everything to come together. About a hundred dwarves set off to find the vampire and kill it.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 3 Following scant tracks left behind of the undead army, the group traveled for a week or so. The journey seemed very dreary as it stayed overcast day and night. Clouds let the sun and moon peak through for only a few seconds at a time. The Northern winds had also picked up blowing cold and bitingly through their outerwear.

Spirits had started to lift a little though, as they knew a small travelers' inn was coming up. Some humans ran it, and they were tolerable of the dwarves in the area.

A scout, who was sent ahead earlier, came running back. "Sir, it does not look good. Something has ransacked the Broken Spoke Inn." The group picked up speed to get there.

Once the inn came into view, it was apparent that the undead had come this way. The slayers charged ahead looking for any enemies to kill, but the inn was empty of any patrons. Not even their bodies could be found. The dwarves stocked up on what provisions could be scavenged. Again, they set off to war.

Another week passed by. They passed a few farms and houses. All had been assaulted and no bodies could be found, not even the livestock. Thalin had a bad feeling about this. The undead army grew in strength every day while their numbers stayed the same. They continued the march. It was easier to follow the tracks now, as they were fresher by the day. They were closing in on the army of undead. Retribution would be at hand.

The next morning all but one of the scouts returned. "Sir we have found them. They are half a day from here. There is an old human graveyard. They seem to have made camp there."

Jorg turned to the dwarves gathering around to see what the commotion was about. "The undead army has been spotted!" he bellowed. Anger and excitement appeared throughout the crowd from hearing the news. "We will march to a small hill overlooking the graveyard. We should have time to position our war machines and from up our lines." He knelt on the ground pulling out a dagger. He handed it to a scout to draw the area. Then after a quick glance, he started drawing positions. "This is where the machines will go, crossbows go here, and warriors with me. Thalin will be in charge of the machines and crossbows. I will lead the warriors once their lines get to us. Horan will take 10 men and come around to this side to try to catch them in the flank. I ask the slayers to set up here. May you all find what you seek today."

Jorg stood up, looking at all the dwarves around him. "Some of you will perish today. May Grungi guide you to your ancestor's home. You will see horrors unknown to you. You must not flee; we are the wall to which their wave must break. If you falter, the wall will falter, and the tide of the enemy will crush us. Stand your ground. Gain retribution for what they did to our people, our families, and our home! Let none say we failed our oath. We shall right the wrong caused. THEY WILL BE AVENGED!" The group of dwarves cheered their answer. Jorg just hoped it was enough to hold their bravery. The last of the ale was cracked open and passed around as was tradition before going into battle. Once they had finished, the army moved to the hill.

They made it to the hill with no problems. Nothing even looked their direction as they set up. The Grudge Thrower was ready as was the Bolt Thrower. The runes shone as the engineers said their prayers. All the warriors were in formation; the crossbows were loaded and waiting. They looked across the field toward the graveyard. There must have been two hundred or more in there just wondering around. Horan took his men and headed to the flank. Jorg signaled he was ready; he stroked his runic axe with a grin on his face.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Thalin again measured the distance to the graveyard and rechecked the settings on the Grudge Thrower. He turned and held his hand up. It came down quickly. The snap of the rope and the groan of the arm swinging forward filled the quiet hill. Then the thud of the arm hitting its rest and the whistling of the stone filled the air next. They all watched in anticipation as the stone sailed through the air. It hit in the middle of the graveyard splintering into pieces upon impact. Ten or more of the undead fell to the ground with their bodies torn to shreds. The dwarves did not show any emotion.

The only movement was the crew loading another stone.

A lone figure came out of one of the crypts. With a wave of his hands, the undead army surged forward out of the graveyard towards the hill. Thalin was soon a busy dwarf. He was barking out orders and checking distances for the two machines. Missile and stone hit time and time again. The army just kept coming. Not only that, but more arose from the graves as the necromancer continued his evil practices. Thalin joined the crossbows giving the order to switch to hand weapons and shields.

The slayers could not hold back anymore. With a battle cry, they surged forward. Jorg and Thalin gave the command to move out. Soon the hand to hand battle was thick. They moved slowly forward keeping their ranks and filling the holes as the brave dwarven defenders fell to the ground. The slayers were cutting a path of destruction up the right side losing members here and there. Just before they reached the graveyard a horn blew from the forest edge. A group of Black Knights led by the vampire bore down on the slayers. As if linked by some magical force the orange tide shifted its direction towards the riders. Jorg watched as the riders dispatched half the slayers in their mighty charge. The slayers on the other hand dragged down most of the Black Knights. The vampire fought like a demon killing all that engaged him.

As he killed slayer after slayer, Jorg knew they could not take that charge and live. He ordered all the men to fight into the graveyard. The tombs and markers would slow down any cavalry here. Just as they entered the front gate Horan's horn could be heard from the back. The two forces crushed the undead between them. The necromancer that was still in the graveyard fled into the crypt he came out of. Jorg went in after him. The 20 dwarves that remained were bloody and battered as they took up positions to defend the section they were in. Thalin looked to the crews of the war machines. His face saddened. The last crewman fell as a Dire Wolf ripped his throat out.

Jorg came out of the crypt with the necromancer's head in hand. He looked toward the vampire and tossed the head that way. The dwarves looked at the field. The vampire along with his Black Knights watched as the zombies, ghouls, skeletons and wolves formed up. All in all around a hundred or so stared back at them, lifeless as could be. The vampire said something to his 'men,' and the army shambled forward.

Thalin and a couple of crossbows fired vainly into the mass. Five or six fell as they advanced. They had to drop their weapons and pull their axes as the undead army closed in. Jorg, Horan and Thalin ordered their men to attack. Each of the three became executioner to numerous of the undead, but one by one their companions dropped. Soon all that was left were the three of them. "Brothers this is our end," spouted Jorg. "So it seems," yelled back Horan. "Let's take a few more with us then!" exclaimed Thalin. Each charged into the withering mass of rotting flesh and bone. As they hacked down the undead Horan realized something. They were not trying to kill them, but pull them down.

"Watch out lads, they are trying to capture us," he yelled bashing a skull in. Despite knowing this, each was dragged to the ground by the mass of bodies. All three were knocked unconscious and captured.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 4 Horan woke up first. He groggily opened up his eyes. Something had done a number on his head.

As his vision cleared, he realized he was not on the ground. He was suspended between two poles from his wrists. He noticed his weapons lying next to one of the poles. Horan looked around the area he was at. Thalin and Jorg were tied up to either side of him. Something hit the ground ahead of him.

He tried to focus into the darkness, as he was well used to doing. He could make out a pit in the ground. Something or things were digging in it.

From out of a shadow, "Good to see you are awake, Horan." The vampire strode into the firelight towards Jorg. Horan growled at him. "Now, now. If I wanted him dead he would not be on this pole.

He would be another one of my minions drained of his blood." The vampire licked his lips as he slapped Jorg. Jorg woke up thrashing, kicking all around. He was surprised to be tied up and have a vampire in his face. "You are the one they call Jorg. Yes?" Before he could answer he spun around and moved next to Thalin. He reached up and yanked his beard. Thalin snapped his head up with a fire in his eyes. "Hmmm, does that bother you Thalin?" Thalin started to answer, but then noticed he and the others were tied to the poles and that the question was rhetorical.

"Now that I have your attention...." The vampire pointedly glanced at each of the dwarves before continuing on. "I am The Count Derick von Carstein. I am certain you have heard of my bloodline.

No? Hmmm.... it matters not as you will NEVER tell anyone of what you are about to see. You will be witnesses to the beginning of the rebirth of Vlad von Carstein," he said letting out an evil laugh. The dwarves' faces grew grim. They knew that name. It was one of the most famous vampires that roamed these parts. "Ahh, I thought you would know that name, but I digress. I have been researching books he had written near his death. They had made no sense to those who read them. I managed to obtain all three books and have poured over the text for the last ten years."

He managed to find a way to bring himself back from the dead. First, I had to find a child born of a human, then a child born of the elves, and finally a child born of the dwarves. Each had to be manipulated while in the mother's womb without them knowing. Then just before their birth they were extracted through a dark ritual." Thalin shuttered as the sight of Kascia's body filled his head.

Derick continued the story fully enjoying the show of emotions passing through the dwarves' faces.

"The last piece was finding his remains. The lords of the Empire were wise to hide them. In fact, they spread them across their lands in five different locations. Last month, I convinced an old priest to tell me their locations. He was one of the few with the knowledge I needed. This graveyard contains the first part of his remains. His left arm resides at the bottom of that hole. I must admit they are hidden well."

A groan came out of the hole. "Will you please excuse me for one moment. I will be right back." He walked over to the hole and leapt in.

Jorg whispered, "What are we going to do? I can't get my bindings free."

"I also am stuck," replied Horan. Thalin nodded in agreement.

Each tried in vain to get themselves free. Horan almost had enough momentum, swinging back and forth to reach his pole with his feet when the hole exploded in fire and smoke showering them with dirt, wood, and rotten body parts. The three of them stared towards the smoke. A dark shape was coming out of the hole. An ornately carved box slid out of the smoke cloud. Then a figure pulled itself out of the hole. Derick stepped forward out of the smoke. Most of his clothes and skin had been burned away. Half of his face was distorted by the blast. Absentmindedly, he started picking the wooden splinters out of his skin.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga "I must say I was unaware of the magic trap left on this box. If the zombie in front of me had not been there......" As he spoke his flesh began to mend itself. "Well, at least I know to be careful with the remainder of the grave sites." He moved back to where the dwarves hung. "Ahh yes... that is where I left off.....the five pieces buried around the lands of the empire. They are somewhere near the cities of Praag, Salzenmund, Carroburg, and Nuln. It also mentions that each site will have protectors. It does not say what or who they are, just that each site will have them."

Derick stood up and walked to his horse. Reaching in his saddlebag, he pulled out a new set of clothes. He disrobed the tattered rags he was wearing and donned the new set of clothes. While he changed some zombies grabbed the chest and loaded it onto the coach."Now that's better. I would like to thank you for listening to my tale. I have kept it a great secret. Only a few souls have ever heard it and you are the only three still alive that have. That will change soon. I will leave a few of my friends here to 'tidy up' for me." He smiled a toothy grin as he climbed upon his horse. He spun facing the dwarves. "It was my pleasure having met such fine dwarves, too bad we will not meet again."

Derick spun around and bolted out of the graveyard. The black coach followed behind. Most of the undead shambled after them. About 10 ghouls stayed behind. Once their master left their sight they turned around and moved to the dwarves who were hung out like meat on a trap.

Horan yelled, "Swing to the side if you can grab hold of the pole with your feet you may be able to get enough slack to release an arm."

The three of them starting swinging back and forth. Horan managed to snag one of the poles with his feet. Once he had a good perch, he managed to get an arm free. He swung to the other pole loosening the rope on the other arm. Once free, he dropped to the ground with a thud and scrambled to grab his gear as the ghouls came at him. About this time Jorg and Thalin had the first ropes loose.

Jorg pulled a hidden knife and sliced his last rope off. He hit the ground and rolled under a ghoul towards his gear. As he sprung to his feet he was armed and ready to engage the enemy. Thalin was still struggling to get his last arm undone. A couple of bodies already littered the floor as Horan and Jorg met and put their backs together. They attacked with precision, only opening their defenses when a good opportunity presented themselves. * Boom, Boom * filled the air as two ghouls hit the ground. Thalin stood nearby with smoking pistols in hand. That was enough of a distraction for Jorg and Horan. They quickly dispatched the remaining ghouls.

Breathing heavily, they stood amongst the bodies of the undead. Each had the weight of the world on their shoulders. Jorg snapped his head around to the left pointing towards the field. A lone dire wolf was watching them. It turned and ran as hard as it could toward the direction of the undead army. It was going to warn them.

Thalin ran towards his gear. He grabbed his handgun and two small pouches and then ran towards a taller tombstone. He reached in the first pouch pulling out some odd engineering attachment. Then, he mounted it on top of his handgun. Next, he added more than normal gunpowder to his rifle. Thalin laid the rifle on the tombstone for support. He pointed it in the direction of the running wolf. You could see the tension building in Jorg's and Horan's faces as the wolf neared a tree line that would block line of sight, although in their eyes, it was way out of range already. Thalin adjusted the device on the gun and pulled the trigger smooth as ever. With a deafening roar, the shot fired out of the rifle. The explosion kicked the rifle back hard enough to drop Thalin to the ground. He rolled over quickly to see if he hit his target. As he did, the wolf's head snapped to the left and started to droop. It was still at full speed when the head hit the ground causing the body to flip over and over a few times. The wolf finally came to a stop about 2 feet from the tree line. As if on cue, all three started breathing again. It would be a while before Derick found out they were still alive.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 5 They picked up their gear and headed back to Garak hardly saying anything to each other. The trip was long, slow, and uneventful, which was good as their spirits were almost broken. They rounded the bend, and the remains of Garak came into sight. Each of them hung their heads low as they walked through the broken gates.

They went to the tavern. Most of its stock was untouched. Thalin went behind the bar and cracked open one of the barrels. He set up three mugs filling them full. Each held their mug high and said with a sorrow filled tone "For Garak."

The next day was cold and dreary. A light fog surrounded the remains of Garak. Jorg and Thalin wandered around the enclosure. They searched through the buildings and houses gathering personal effects for every dwarf that resided at the village. Horan carefully opened the tomb they had prepared for the original massacre. Not wanting to disgrace the beautiful work that was done. Once it was opened all the personal belongings were placed into the tomb. Everything was delicately placed in order to honour the fallen. It was a grand sight to behold, but it only brought pain to the current viewers. The Book of Grudges was also placed in the tomb. All three of them then placed their belongings inside the tomb near the book only keeping what they needed to get to Karak Kadrin.

Thalin wrote a passage of the last events involving the vampire and the battle. It was noted that all members of Garak had perished fighting that day. He then flipped the page. Thalin reached into his belt and pulled a dagger. Pricking his finger he wrote in the book with his blood. In turn Jorg did the same and then Horan. Each had written the same thing "I will avenge this wrong."

They swore between them that they would only open this tomb once more in order to settle the grudge in the book. They sealed the tomb again ensuring only master miners and engineers would ever open it. Then they added the remaining names of the fallen members of Garak. At the end of the list were their names. Once it was completed they set explosive charges through out the village and the mine entrance. When that was done they retrieved the stone table that was used in the Mayor's house. Most of the planning of the village was done around it. They carefully placed it near the cave in an open clearing.

Then they gathered the provisions they would need for the trip to Kadrin. They stood and looked at what was left of their great village. Images of the better times flashed through their heads. Jorg cleared his throat, "It's time". The nodded heavily and lit one torch each. Each lit a fuse that ran back into the village. They moved back a bit as to avoid flying debris. In a series of explosions each structure toppled over catching fire. The walls came down next as its main supports blew out. The last explosion by far was the biggest. The mine entrance collapsed upon itself sealing Garak's history with it.

Once the fire had died down they re-entered the remains of the village. They walked over to the clearing in which the stone table stood. Next to it was a keg of Bugman's finest. They sat down and began to discuss their future. They talked and argued long into the night on how they should go about killing the vampire. The fires around the camp had almost died down once they agreed on a course of action.

First they would join the ranks of the slayers. That part had already been decided. In roughly three years time, they would return to this exact spot. Each would set out after their training and gather as much information about vampires and their minions... how to kill them easily, what tactics they employed, how they were created, their habitat, and anything else that would benefit their knowledge.

They filled their mugs with the remainder of Bugman's finest. As they raised their mugs to salute Garak, the clouds opened up. Behind them was a full moon. Its rays shone down upon the table and 11

The Vampire Slayer Saga the three dwarves. "For Garak" they shouted. Draining their mugs they headed off to Karak Kadrin to begin their new lives. Everything was now dead in Garak.

Their journey was uneventful and quiet. The grand bridge of Kadrin came into view. They crossed the bridge taking in its architecture and history. Soaking in what it meant to be a slayer. They came to the guard on the other side. Each in turn told their intent to take the Slayer oath. An older slayer met them and took each inside one at a time. Before they separated they said their last goodbyes to each other. Thalin Blackstone, Horan Firmshaft and Jorg Unbaraki would be no more. The old slayer recorded their tale. He then motioned to a door opposite to which they entered. "Through that door lies the path of the Slayer. It by no means is an easy path. Once you place your birth name here and swear to the oath, you may enter." Each of them signed and headed through the door without hesitation. It would be the last time they saw each other for a long time.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 6 Three years passed by, a mere drop in time for a dwarf. Shortly before they agreed to meet Horan, now Uzkulgrungi ran into Thalin, now Zanguzdrengi. Zanguzdrengi was researching in Kadrin's library for the information they were trying to gather. Uzkulgrungi was sitting at the bar of the Golden Hammer Inn finishing off his second beer when a familiar voice could be heard. He spun around on his stool searching the crowd. At first he did not find a face to associate that voice. Then, he identified the voice to a face. He had not seen Thalin since he had become a slayer. Now he sported the slayer markings and a few scars to go with it. Uzkulgrungi walked over to his table and 'accidentally' spilled his ale on Thalin's head. Zanguzdrengi stood up with an angry look on his face "What kind of slayer can't even hold his ale? If you handle your axe like you do your ale you'll be dead soon enough. You do that again and you'll be dead even sooner," rattled off Zanguzdrengi.

Without missing a beat Uzkulgrungi grabbed Zanguzdrengi's ale and splashed him in the face. Before he could set the mug down Zanguzdrengi tackled him. The two rolled around knocking tables and chairs over. Some still had occupants. Finally Zanguzdrengi ended the tussle with him on top. He reared back to punch as Uzkulgrungi said, "That's no way to treat your old friend." Zanguzdrengi stopped his punch just short of hitting Uzkulgrungi. He starred at the slayer underneath him and started to smile. Zanguzdrengi stood and extended a hand to help his friend up.

"You're lucky I know you. One wasted mug is bad enough, but two!" Zanguzdrengi exclaimed.

"Come we have much to talk about." Zanguzdrengi reserved a private area for the two of them. They drank and exchanged stories through the night. In the morning, they agreed to head to the remains of Garak and see what shape it was in. Hopefully, they would meet Jorg there. Grabbing what little gear was needed, they head off to their old home. This time the trip took no time at all as they discussed more and more of their findings.

They rounded the tree line, which allowed them to see the hillside where Garak use to be. At first all they did was stop and stare at the site. It was good to see the area again, but bad memories came with it. Uzkulgrungi nudged Zanguzdrengi and pointed to the left of the cave. A small spire of smoke rose from that area. Without saying a word they both grabbed their weapons and headed toward the smoke, ready for battle. Uzkulgrungi signaled he was going to head around and come in from the woods. Zanguzdrengi nodded and headed up the main approach. As Zanguzdrengi approached he could see a pony strapped to a small wagon. In the wagon were two barrels and a wooden box. The box had numerous chains securing it closed. He moved near the wagon warily looking for the intruder. Uzkulgrungi appeared across the clearing. He cautiously moved over by Zanguzdrengi.

"I found no sign of any enemy out there," said Uzkulgrungi.

"The only thing here is that small fire and this wagon," stated Zanguzdrengi.

A voice boomed from the other side of the wagon. "You two could have at least waited till I was done taking care of business. You know nature calling and all," yelled another slayer. All three laughed as they recognized Jorg's voice, but he no longer answered to that name. He was now called Barazdeb. It had been a while since they laughed together. Barazdeb came around the wagon and they greeted each other. "Now lads guess what I got in the box," he asked with a grin on his face.

The other two shook their heads having no idea what was in it. "It's a vampire" They looked at him like he was crazy. "I know what you're thinking......why didn't I kill it. Well, I thought it would be good to have a live subject to test our theories on. I watched this one for a week or so till I found proof of it feeding. Finally, I managed to find its lair. Waiting till the next day at full sunlight, I crept in the mausoleum and threw a chain around its coffin before it had a chance to open it. I tell you, it was 13

The Vampire Slayer Saga mad. It bucked and twisted straining at the chain. After a few hours, it grew too tired to struggle anymore. That's when I wrapped more chains around it and loaded it up before heading here."

"Well I see you haven't changed much," Zanguzdrengi laughed, as they unloaded a barrel of ale and headed over to the stone table. It looked a little worn by the elements, but strong as ever. They filled their mugs and saluted "For Garak." After that they sat down and told their wild tales of adventure. Each dwarf had faced many an undead keeping in memory every detail of their encounters. On through the night the conversations went on.

Sometime after daybreak they decided they needed a base of operation to start improving upon what they had learned. With heavy hearts they decided to open the mineshaft of Garak and use it for their new home. Zanguzdrengi and Uzkulgrungi started removal of the rocks they had caved in, sealing the entrance. Barazdeb unloaded his cargo and took the wagon to a local trade post for some supplies. When he returned with the lumber and supplies, they had already moved enough stone to get in and out of the tunnel easy enough. All three entered and walked down to the stonework that showed Garak's grizzly events. They bowed their heads and re-spoke their oaths they wrote that day in blood. Uzkulgrungi found a small passage near the front they could set up for their quarters. Within a week they had their living arrangements made. Barazdeb had set up a practice area to try the new techniques, and Uzkulgrungi mined the tunnel so they could purchase more supplies as needed.

Zanguzdrengi took a small amount of the ore and gold to Kadrin. While he was there he let them know about the small area they were setting up so weary slayers and dwarves could stop for some rest if needed. Just before he left he went to the Runesmith's shop. He purchased three grand tomes.

One would be their Book of Grudges. The next would be used to record the findings they had discovered on how to deal with the undead. The third would be the Zagaz Kron of Drung-a-Uzuzlar (Destroyer of Undead). Zanguzdrengi packed up his tomes and prepared to head back to Drung-aUzuzlar.

Just as he gave the pony the signal to go, a small band of slayers came running up. "Are you Zanguzdrengi," asked the lead slayer. Zanguzdrengi nodded his head. "We wish to join your cause, all of us here have oaths against some form of undead. Your knowledge would greatly help complete the oaths" stammered the slayer. Zanguzdrengi thought about it for a minute. Their help would speed up the process a little. " Alright lads follow me to our camp, you will be put to work but will be trained in the proper arts," proclaimed Zanguzdrengi. They were excited to become the first slayers trained in the arts of fighting the undead.

Once they returned, introductions were made and quarters were prepared. With fifteen extra hands they had a good section of the mines cleaned up and livable within a month. During this time, Zanguzdrengi, Uzkulgrungi, and Barazdeb compiled their memories and theories onto parchment.

Then once they agreed on a creature, they transcribed it into the tomb, leaving room for more information that was found. Each creature had its own chapter. The weaker of the creatures had many details and facts to them. The more powerful they got the less information was available, except for vampires. They had gathered numerous pieces of information from their travels and soon they would put them to the test with their live, well, un-live subject.

With determination and unending energy, they sparred and trained the new slayers in the skills they had learned. Some slayers left to test their newfound skills while others stayed to help around the camp.

Traveling slayers and dwarves stopped in now and then to rest for the night. A makeshift area was set up outside for them to drink and eat.

And so began Drung-a-Uzuzlar's chapter in history.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 7 Over the first decade the camp expanded ten fold, as more and more slayers joined the cause to hunt and kill the undead. The mine's unused shafts became home to hundreds of slayers. Some sections had been turned into training grounds while others into necessary rooms such as an armoury, food storage, and such. It had become self sufficient within a five year span.

Zanguzdrengi, Uzkulgrungi, and Barazdeb would take out groups of slayers in search of the undead. These outings would help gather more information against the undead, and allow the release of some pent up anger. It had started with small bands of about ten slayers. Near the end of the decade the hunting parties could be compared to a small army. At all times one of the three would stay at the camp to ensure its continued success and to prepare should the location of Derick von Carstein be found.

Decades went by as the search continued. Many slayers were lost or never heard from again. A few continued to have success and would report back when time allowed. Some sightings of Derick had been reported, but by the time the slayers arrived he was long gone. The sightings had been reported near the cities of Praag, Salzenmund, and Carroburg. At each location, there was evidence of a grave being dug up and its contents removed. That meant the last piece of Vlad was in Nuln. Derick's army would be headed there.

Zanguzdrengi, Uzkulgrungi, and Barazdeb decided it was time. They began preparations for war.

Final training was done with the last batch of recruits. The armoury was almost emptied as weapons were armed. This would be the biggest excursion from Drung-a-Uzuzlar since it's founding. A few slayers would stay behind to protect and further train more slayers should they fail to complete the task. Messengers had been sent to Karak Kadrin to gather support for Drung-a-Uzuzlar. Scouts were dispatched to the areas around Nuln, to gather any information about the coming army of undead, as well as alert the Umgi of their intent. Smaller groups of slayers headed out ahead of the main force to make sure very little would hamper the armies march to Nuln.

As time grew near to leave, the army continued to gain in strength. Slayers thought dead or missing began to return. Some had gained the skills and honours to be called Dragon Slayers. Others had taken the path of the Doomseeker. Even a few Daemon Slayers graced the army with their presence.

The army headed toward Nuln. It would be a long march, but no one cared. Most had vengeance on their minds. Finally the time had come. The monster would pay for his actions against Garak those many years ago. Almost everyday the army grew in size as slayers joined in the ranks. It was truly a colourful site to see.

The army made camp about two days march from Nuln. The towers of the great city could be seen poking the sky above the tree line. For Umgi, the city was a masterpiece of their engineering talents.

To the Dawi it was not bad. Orders were given to respect the lands of the Empire for they have been allies with the Dawi for centuries. Just after dawn a scout reported that a small contingent of the Nuln army headed toward the slayer camp. Uzkulgrungi, Barazdeb and Zanguzdrengi headed out to greet them.

"I am Lord Nathaniel Wellington, Commander of the Third Detachment of the Grand Army of Nuln. I am hear to discuss your reasons for your intrusion into our lands," said the Umgi atop his steed.

"I am Uzkulgrungi, slayer of the undead. We 'intrude' upon your lands to hunt down an army of undead that have been reported in the area," growled the slayer as his fingers griped the haft of his weapon.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga "We have no reports of any such army. The Grand Commander has issued these terms. First your army is to make camp no closer than you are now. Second any mass movements toward the grand city of Nuln may be construed as an act of war. Third, if an army of undead is marching towards our fair city, we have not asked for any help, nor do we require any. Our army will handle any threat to the city or surrounding lands...." Nathaniel continued spouting off his terms. Uzkulgrungi's rage had tuned him out, as all he could think about was cutting his head off so he would shut up.

It was obvious the commander was not use to dealing with Dawi, let alone slayers. Most of the slayers had returned to the camp as he gave his terms. Uzkulgrungi could take no more of his babble. "Enough!" he yelled. "I do not care what terms you have. We are here to vanquish the undead. We have no quarrel with you or your 'grand' city." He paused for a second and looked him straight in the eye. His stare sent chills down the commander's back. "Get in our way and we will treat you like the undead. These are our terms." With that he turned and headed back to camp.

The commander sat there for a second. He signaled for his men to head back to Nuln.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 8 It had been about a week since they set up camp near Nuln. Not so much as a skeleton had been reported in the area. The Umgi sent out patrols on occasion to 'check' on us, but it was of no concern to the slayers.

The sun rose slowly in the morning sky. Barazdeb watched it as it began to peek above the treetops. In the distance, he could see the peaks of the World Edge Mountains. For the most part, it was quiet in the camp except for a few slayers that had started breakfast. Barazdeb sighed heavily.

He thought maybe the reports were wrong. Maybe they were in the wrong location. Had the vampire eluded them yet again?

As if on cue a slayer came running into camp as fast as he could. Once he saw Barazdeb, and he headed towards him. The slayer was completely flushed and was panting trying to take in air all the while attempting to relay the message.

"Sir...we...have...found...them. There...is...a...small...grave...yard...north of...the...city. The army...marches toward it," rattled of the slayer before he passed out from sheer exhaustion.

With adrenaline pumping, Barazdeb ran to the warning bell and rang it as hard as he could. Slayers jumped up off the ground with weapons in hand as others charged in from the surrounding area.

Uzkulgrungi and Zanguzdrengi ran to Barazdeb also.

"Our day has come. An undead army marches to a small graveyard north of Nuln. Now is our time to gain retribution for the crimes against our brethren. Grab your weapons we have a VAMPIRE TO KILL!!!!!" Yelled Barazdeb. A mighty roar echoed back from the crowd as birds in the area flew away trying to escape from the noise.

The mass of slayers turned and headed toward the graveyard. Hordes of slayers marched down the road past the front of Nuln as it was the quickest way to the graveyard. Frantic movement could be seen in the battlements along the walls as troops and towns folk tried to see the sight. It was truly a sight to behold. Hundreds of orange-haired dwarves running past the walls like a ribbon of sunrise banishing away darkness. Most never had seen such a site nor probably ever will again, for it is a great cause that attracts so many slayers to one area. Oooos and ahhhs filtered down from atop the walls, but it fell on death ears of the slayers. Each was spouting their war cry or saying their prayers to Grungi. All hoping to meet their doom in an honourable way.

Meanwhile at the graveyard, Derick cut through the humans with incredible ease for only a few of them would posses any skills worthy of a challenge. His minions, overwhelming the battle lines, caused about half of the humans to turn and run away only to be chased down by the Dire Wolves.

The ones that stayed to fight slowly perished one by one as the undead continued their relentless assault. Derick commanded a group of ghouls to dig up the grave as he had done four other times.

He then climbed onto his horse and waited. Something was not right. None of these humans were the protectors.

As the last few humans fell to the ground, Derick noticed movement coming from the road. It appeared to be five horses with riders. Giving the command for his Black Knights to charge, the undead riders charged toward the oncoming humans. They met with a mighty clash as steel and flesh smashed into one another. Four of the humans continued forward. One fell to the ground while the others smashed through the last of the Black Knights. Derick's lips curved in an malevolent smile.

These were Priests of the Empire. He found the protectors.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Just then the gravesite erupted in smoke and flame as the last trap was set off. Derick ordered the remaining Ghouls to fetch the box and load it into the Black Coach. He then turned his attention to the priests. He slid his shield on and pulled his sword out of the scabbard. Grabbing the reigns, he started to spur the horse forward.

A roar erupted from the other side of the graveyard. Across a small field of wheat and on top of a small hill stood a slayer with his weapon held to the sky. He began to charge down the hill and into the field. Derick laughed knowing he could handle one slayer. Within a hairbreadth, the roar increased to a fever pitch. Taking a second look, he saw more slayers cresting the hill and charging through the field. Derick's eyes grew wide with panic as his mind whirled formulating what to do. He was too close to have things go wrong now.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 9 His thoughts were cut short as the priests bore down on him. Out of instinct he went into action, blocking the first priest's deathblow. He swung low taking the second priest's horse out from under him. The third jumped off his horse tackling Derick to the ground. Quickly, he scrambled to his feet with only his sword in hand. As the priests began to attack him, he quickly pulled his parrying dagger .

They rained down blow after blow each striking with precision knowing the others were covering weak and open areas. Between the three of them Derick had to be on the defensive. It was obvious this was not the first time they had fought as a unit. ..........................................................................................

In the graveyard, the two necromancers that accompanied Derick frantically began chanting to raise more undead to fight for them. A third human wearing a black cloak gathered a small group of the undead and continued working in the gravesite. The two necromancers looked nervously on as more and more slayers crested the hill screaming as loud as they could while the undead army moved between the slayers and the graveyard. The necromancers surveyed the field in anticipation for their attackers to show themselves. The wheat field was just as tall as the dwarves. All that could be seen were their crests of bright orange hair cutting through the yellow stalks. Like sharks skimming the ocean surface. The thunderous roar emanated closer and closer. They could see the wheat splitting just before it exploded apart as the first slayer charged through it. His beard and hair were cover in grain and broken shafts of wheat. Within a second another section of the wheat burst apart revealing another battle-crazed slayer. Then another and another. Within a few seconds the field was trampled to the ground as hundreds of slayers charged relentlessly forward. ..........................................................................................

Derick had to concentrate on the enemy at hand or he was going to die. Clearing his mind as he battled, it had taken him a few minutes to gauge their fighting abilities. Now, he was ready to kill them.

The vampire waited for the next attack to come in. With blinding speed he stepped past the first swing of the priest. His cloak receiving the blow of the hammer. In a fluid motion, Derick raised his sword up to his left deflecting a second blow from another priest never having had to look at him. He knew the strike was coming at the speed and location it did. The third priest was caught flat-footed while trying to shift his stance. Seeing his opportunity, Derick drove his dagger into the right shoulder of the priest before he could get this footing. Using the weight of his body and the attack, he spun the priest around. The priest screamed in pain as the dagger forced the unnatural movement. Derick was rewarded with the cracking of metal and bone. One of the other priest's hammer came down upon the head of the third priest. Only a second sooner and it would have been his. Quickly, he withdrew his dagger letting the body fall. Again he went on the defensive as the two remaining priests attacked with renewed vigour. Derrick now wore a mocking grin on his face. ............................................................................................

The Necromancers spouted out orders as best they could as the first slayers slammed into their lines. They were cut down, but not before taking a few of he undead with them. The fighting grew intense quickly as the slayers numbers began to overwhelm the undead. They called in bat swarms, dire wolves, and wraiths to attack from the sides. Each force was met head on with axes flying. Bone and rotted flesh fell to the ground in mass as the battle-hungry slayers tore through their defensives.

From the middle of the undead lines came a deafening roar as a huge hole opened up. The undead that had currently held that location were thrown backwards from the force of the attack. Three mighty slayers stood in the hole screaming their war cries as they charged through the undead's defenses.

With each stroke of their axes three or four undead fell. True fear coursed through the necromancers.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga With thoughts of preservation, they turned to run away, but were cut down by pursuing slayers. The remaining undead were swallowed in a sea of orange. .......................................................................................

Derick danced back and forth with the priests. Jabbing here and there waiting for his chance.

Finally, one of them stumbled. He sidestepped to place the fallen priest behind the one still standing.

He tossed his dagger into the air and started to look up at it. The priest raised his eyes wondering what he was doing. It hit him a second too late. He began to swing his hammer to block the thrusting blade. The blade entered just below the chin in between the helm and chest plate. His hammer glanced the blade causing it to slice outward slicing his arteries. The priest grabbed his neck trying to staunch the flow of blood. Derick just stood there in a mocking stance as his foe fell over.

The last priest stood on the other side. Their eyes locked. Both held death in them, only one would walk away. The two leapt towards each other, weapons flashed sparking off of armor and each other.

It was a thing of beauty. Too bad no one else was watching. With a mighty blow the priest's hammer smashed through the blade of the vampire and into his chest. The blow sent him sprawling back onto the ground. The priest stood over him, deathblow in hand. Derick's chest heaved in pain and anguish.

"Your quest ends here vampire. The priests of Sigmar will not let you create an evil of that magnitude again," stated the priest raising his hammer to deliver the final blow. Derick closed his eyes. It took a second but the hammer hit him. Not as hard or where he had expected though as it hit him in the right leg. He opened his eyes to see the priest standing there looking at the end of his arms where his hands used to be. Two blades pierced his chest from behind. The priest toppled over as his lifeblood left him. Behind him stood that cloaked figure who was helping retrieve the box A sultry female voice rang out, "Forgive the intrusion my Lord, but the box is loaded and it is time to depart." She extended a slender hand, speckled with the fresh blood of her kill, to Derick. Accepting this gesture, he grabbed her hand and hauled himself up. The mixture of her musky scent and the metallic taste of blood made him hunger. As he leaned in to embrace her, a roar echoed from the graveyard as hundreds of slayers ran towards the black coach. They looked at each other and in unison moved swiftly in the direction of the coach. The female vampire tossed him one of her blades, as they would have to cut through the first wave of the slayers to make their escape. The coach lurched forward as the driver urged the horses on when he saw the vampires and the slayers approaching. Both parties arrived at about the same time.

Derick and his companion cut down the first round of slayers with ease, as they had not expected the attacks from behind. Once within arm's reach of the coach, the two vampires jumped onto the back of the contraption all the while fending off the numerous slayers. Cracking his whip, the driver frantically pushed the horses to pick up speed. Slowly the slayers fell to the ground from their wounds or when the bodies tripped them. The black coach soon gained a lead ahead of the pack. Derick smirked as they drove away.

"We have it! We have the last piece of Vlad. Soon the stars will be aligned in their proper place to allow the ritual of his rebirth," exclaimed Derick, triumph coursing through his being. He looked over at his companion. Quickly his mood changed from happy delirium back to the cool facade that was his nature. Hers was a face he could never tire of. She was an elf of pure beauty. Even in her new form her beauty was unmatched. Framing her lovely face was her golden hair like rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds. Her eyes piercing and yet yielding could bend a man's will to her own.

"Where was I... oh yes? Your help was greatly appreciated during the retrieval. One could say it may have failed might you not have been there. Then, all this would have been for naught. Your deeds will be well known to Vlad once he has risen again." Her eye's shone bright as she contemplated the power that may be hers. He gently caressed her cheek. "Now we must get the last piece back to the 20

The Vampire Slayer Saga castle and prepare for the ritual. Tomorrow night I will send out my minions to gather those whom I trust to help in the defense of the ritual area. I fear it will not be the last time we see the empire troops or those unrelenting dwarves." Derick's face began to brood a bit. Cocking his head with a mischievous grin, "That is a matter for another time, tonight we celebrate."

Most of the slayers let up once it was obvious they would not catch the coach. A few kept on running, too berserk to think rationally. Well, as rational as a slayer can get. The names of those who died were recorded. Their weapons were collected to pass on to new slayers, and the bodies were left where they landed. The wounded were getting patched up so they could continue on their quest.

Uzkulgrungi yelled at Barazdeb and Zanguzdrengi. Quickly they joined their comrade. His ax was pointed at one of the priests, as he was still alive. "Maybe he has some useful information. Looking at his wounds though he will not last long."

Zanguzdrengi knelt next to the human. He was gasping for air, as it appeared his lungs had been pierced. The priest turned his head and looked at the slayer, "You must stop him from completing his quest, " coughing up some blood as he spoke.

"We know of his quest to bring Vlad back to life. What we do not know is where he will do it," stated Barazdeb.

The priest slowly moved his hand to his belt. He reached for a pouch that bulged with its contents.

"In here is what you seek. I had sent word back to Nuln of his plans. If they get the information they may be able to help," he spouted between heavy breaths.

Zanguzdrengi knew he could not last longer. "We will kill the vampire called Derick. It is the oath we have taken. Should our oath stop the vampire's quest so be it, but it is not our first concern. If your commander sends forces to stop him, we will not get in the way unless they are in ours. We have a common enemy, but not common goals," he stated with an unflinching look in his eyes. The priest began to protest, but realized it was useless. Once a slayer's mind was made up, it would not be deterred. His breathing had become more erratic. "Your deeds will not be forgotten Priest of Sigmar."

With a last rasping breath, the priest passed away. Uzkulgrungi pulled out a parchment contained within the priest's pouch. It was a map of the area. About four days march from the graveyard there was an x on the map. Nothing on the map indicated what it was, but it was all they had to go on.

Orders quickly spread through the ranks as the majority of the army began to move out. The badly wounded stayed behind. Those that would slow the others or could not walk would guard the bodies of the priests until the Umgi came for them. In four days time, everything would come to an end.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 10 For some of the slayers, those four days seemed to take forever. The sky slowly turned darker and remained overcast as the days passed by. Thunder rattled the trees and lightning lit up the sky almost endlessly. Wind and rain battered the slayers as they approached. None of this caused any of them to so much as bat an eye. Small skirmishes with undead creatures helped the days go by faster, but not fast enough. Grudges needed to be fulfilled. The time of reckoning was at hand, and the vampire would pay dearly.

The main section of the army made camp. They would decide their final actions. Others set out to find the location of the ritual and report back. A giant bonfire was built as a signal to both slayers in the area and to the enemy. Their time was close at hand.

Barazdeb set up a layout of the general area as reports came in from the scouts. Some never returned. Uzkulgrungi and Zanguzdrengi began to form the slayers up into units. Other Dragon and Daemon Slayers stepped in and took control of numerous slayers. All in all it was estimated over one thousand slayers had gathered. Throughout the night the camp was a buzz with activities. Weapons were being sharpened and chained to arms. Numerous trees had been felled to make dummies and weapons for last minute weapon practice. Food and ale was prepared as most of the slayers would not see the sun set the next day. No attempt to hide their presence was made.

A few hours before sunrise, a single horn blast blew in the camp. The mass of slayers looked towards the center. Near the center, on top of a boulder, there stood three slayers. Barazdeb stepped forward first as the slayers gathered around.

"Today we will face an enemy who will not run away. They will fight to defend their masters at all cost. Death does not grip them in fear like most, for they are already dead. We are similar in those aspects, except we are alive. Most of you already know this," he laughed. "What you may not expect is to see your fallen comrades stand back up and fight along side the undead. Do not hesitate to cut them down, for they will not think twice about ending your life."

"To our west is a group of hills surrounding a great valley. We are going to split into three groups.

Zanguzdrengi and I will take one group each and will strike from two sides. Uzkulgrungi has located a system of tunnels that should come out near their southern flank. We will be able to crush that section of their army with ease. After that we will charge into the middle."

Uzkulgrungi stepped up next. "I will be breaking my group down into three smaller groups to make traveling in the cave system easier. It will also allow us to use the different exits we have located. We must be swift, for our actions will break the tides momentum against our brethren for we will be outnumbered at least seven to one. I know we have been trained how to deal with these creatures.

They will have the best of their best as well as creatures some of us have never seen or dealt with.

Pay attention to the slayers around you as they kill, for they may know a better way to kill the multitude of beasts out there."

"Forming a wedge to break the front lines, we will drive straight into the center. The vampires have uncovered some ancient ruins and appear to be using them for this ritual. We are not here to stop the ritual. We are here to kill Derick von Carstein and anyone else that stands in our way!"

The crowd of slayers cheered loudly echoing into the early morning sky. A loud thunder boom seemed to answer the great roar of the slayers.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga necromancers reinforcing their undead ranks. We have ordered wooden stakes to be made of the trees in the area. These stakes have been hardened by fire and sharpened almost as well as our blades. Each of you will take one to use should you meet a vampire."

He stared into sea of orange. Emotions ran high in the crowd as most knew they would meet their end today. Each wanted their end to be worthy of whatever had caused them to join the ranks of the slayer brotherhood in the first place.

"Most of you know why we are here. Derick von Carstein has caused much death and destruction on his path to bring Vlad von Carstein back to the land of the living. Of those he decimated was a growing outpost named Garak. He massacred all but three dwarves that called the place home.....the three of us standing here before you. We started this band of slayers to hunt and kill all undead the crossed our path. Today, we have the opportunity to make amends for that loss. Our oath will be settled one way or another today. FOR GARAK!" Everyone echoed, "FOR GARAK!"

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 11 Derick paced back and forth near the remains of his fallen leader. His commanders reported that the slayer army was amassing to the East. He also received reports of another army approaching from the North. It was the Grand Army of Nuln. He had gathered much support from the other Carstein once proof of Vlad's body was confirmed. Most had sent troops and underlings to help with the resurrection of Vlad. Derick now was in control of one of the greatest undead armies ever assembled. There were over 50 vampires aiding in the offensive and defensive strategies of the army. The most powerful necromancers had been gathered from the different houses to perform the ritual. Creatures of great strength had been summoned to defend the area. Everything was in place.

Yet, he paced back and forth. Something was eating at his mind.

A sultry voice spoke up, "Master, what is wrong? Everything is in place. The vile humans and the fanatical dwarves stand no chance of disrupting the ceremony. Yet your countenance is that of a man facing his doom."

Derick stopped his pacing and met her eyes, "During the last fight, I locked eyes with one of the dwarven leaders. His eyes burned with a hatred I have never seen from their kind. A personal hatred." He paused for a moment. Suddenly, his head snapped up, and his eyes became luminous with recognition. "While we retrieved the first part of Vlad, I captured three dwarves. They fought with great skill and killed many of my forces. I had left them for dead, tied up as a reward to my ghouls for their service that day." His face held a puzzled frown. "That has to be it. One of those dwarves somehow managed to get away, and now he is here for revenge." Shaking himself from his reverie, Derick molded his face into a composed mask. "No matter. He will not be a problem. The dwarven army does not have the numbers to get through our defenses."

The vampire elf spoke again, "Forgive me for intruding upon your thoughts. One of the many lessons the elves taught me before my liberation, is that there are only two ways to stop a dwarf on a quest. Kill it or let it finish its quest. They are a determined race that will not give up, my Lord."

She bowed backing away, disappearing into the darkness.

The sky began to lighten up as he contemplated her words. Derick walked over to the necromancers. "Begin your magic. It is time." The necromancers began chanting. Their dark magic spiraled up to the sky. Dark clouds began to spread, banishing all light that symbolized life and hope.

Howling winds tore through the darkness. Lightning streaked threateningly across the sky, while rolling thunder shook the ground with its vengeful roar. A torrent of rain fell around the outskirts of the ruins soaking the ground and creating small pools of water.

Derick walked towards the body of Vlad. The three spawns stood nearby. Each was a twisted version of their former races. A part of Vlad's essence trapped within their bodies. No one mortal being could hold his true power. Three were needed to do so. Even then each mortal had to be carefully molded to harness it. Just above the reconstructed form of Vlad, a section of the clouds had parted to reveal the stars. Derick took one more look at the constellation before the sun's brilliance made them all but invisible. The stars were almost in position. Once evening came again, the true ritual would start.

A Dragon's roar snapped him out of his trance. Looking to the east, he saw nothing. He then turned to the North. The banners of Nuln could be seen as their forces took position. His commanders raced through the ranks yelling out orders to those who could understand. The faster forces gathered to fight the empire while the others were formed up to the east to face the dwarven army that was marching towards them. Derick knew his commanders could handle the approaching battle. He 24

The Vampire Slayer Saga moved to each corner of the ruined area touching the symbols that had been drawn earlier in the day.

As he did so each began to glow and hum. With an arrogant grin, Derick touched the last symbol.

When he did, an invisible bubble formed around the ruins. His location was almost indestructible.

Now that the barrier was set, he sat down and watched the forces line up to engage one another.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 12 The army of Nuln had set up their gun line awaiting the forces of the vampire to get into range. One hundred odd war machines and hundreds of gun troops lined the crest of the valley. Behind them stretched the foot troops. They were ranked up in formation awaiting the call to march forward and engage the enemy. The mounted troops sat to either flank awaiting the opportunity to charge in, smashing the enemies from the sides. Wizards began chanting their incantations drawing in the powers they would need to fight such an army. As the undead army approached, the battlefield grew eerily silent. The only thing that could be heard was the occasional thunder blast accompanying the marching of the undead forces.

Derick watched as his army closed in on the humans. He knew the battle was about to ensue. A loud thunder clap echoed through the valley, but oddly enough this one did not fade away. Listening intently, he realized that it was not the thunder he still heard. Spinning around, Derick saw the source of the noise.....thousands of screaming slayers. Bright orange hair invaded the dull mountain side as they poured over like the rushing tidal wave. Soon all he could see was orange from the east. Feeling a tad apprehensive, he checked his hourglass to see how much time had past. Not much, not much at all.

The gun line opened fire with its war machines blasting holes throughout the undead army. Thanks to the high ridge, they would get a few shots off before the hand gunners would engage. Again they fired. A few had misfired, but that was expected. The roar of hundreds of handguns filled the air as the first few ranks of the undead army fell to the ground. They were thinning out the army, but it was not enough. All gunners were given the order to fire at will. The wizards joined in, unleashing their powerful magics at the enemy. Fire and lightning arched out destroying whole units. As the undead army moved in, multiple horn blasts blew across the line. The sound of marching feet signaled the foot troops were moving in. Clashes of bone and steel echoed throughout the valley as the two forces engaged. Both sides sent in their flankers trying to out maneuver one another.

Across the field, the first slayers were getting closer, the majority of which moved in loose formations. Those with less willpower charged in with no support. The slayers had formed a spearhead to hit the awaiting enemy directly in the middle. A group of hardened slayers from the Brotherhood of Grimnir lead the attack. To either side was Barazdeb and Zanguzdrengi commanding units themselves. A large group of Doomseekers ran between the two leaders along with numerous Dragon and Daemon slayers. The impact of the two forces sent shockwaves through the undead army. Instead of just running up and starting the fight as had been expected, the slayer army pushed onward. The spearhead did its job, splitting the front line in two. Lead slayers slashed and hacked their way in as far as possible. Once they had to slow down, they parted the front ranks. The whirling of the chains could be heard as the Doomseekers began their attack. They cut a swath through the enemy as they were so tightly packed from the initial attack. Bone and armor flew in every direction as hundreds of skeletons were chopped down in a matter of seconds. Seeing the mass casualties being caused, the vampires ordered in some stronger troops to deal with them. A few units of death guards moved in, but they were cut down as the slayer horde kept pushing its way through. Slayers were dying here and there, but not to the extent needed to slow them down. Within an hour they had pushed halfway through the undead army, leaving in it disarray.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 13 Numerous black knights and black coaches came around for a flank attack. Two vampires mounted on nightmares joined the assault trying to shift the slayers assault towards them. They had just about cleared the flank when a section of the valley exploded next to them. The flying debris sent half of them crashing to the ground. As they tried to reform their units, a smaller horde of slayers swarmed over them. With the calamity cause by the slayers, the black knights and vampires were barely able to raise their weapons before the weight of the attack bore down on them. The two vampires fought well with each having killed a handful of slayers. Yet it would be the last blood they would spill.

Uzkulgrungi charged in and killed the first one effortlessly. The arrogant vampire was caught unawares and had just thought him to be another slayer. His head rolled to the floor with the look of disbelief forever etched on his face. Uzkulgrungi pointed at the second vampire, "This one is mine."

Without hesitation the screaming slayers charged the flank of the undead army easily cutting through the dire wolves and fell bats that had been sent to intercept them.

Uzkulgrungi had not had a good fight in a year or so. He and the vampire exchanged blows rattling each of the combatants. At first it appeared that the vampire was winning as he began to nick the slayer here and there. Feeling more confident with each strike, his attacks were becoming less calculated and precise. To his surprise Uzkulgrungi had just been toying with him. The vampire misjudged one attack leaving him vulnerable, and the slayer struck with speed and ferocity. The axe burrowed itself through his chest and out the other side. Kicking the fiend off his axe, he quickly beheaded him.

Uzkulgrungi looked up to survey the battle. The slayers were doing better than expected. He was saddened to see those who had died, but relieved they died fighting for their oaths. There was a group of aged slayers leading the attack. He knew his comrades were in there. The slayer dashed into the mass of undead cutting a swath towards his destination.

Hours later...

The army of Nuln was not faring as well. Most of their warmachines were disabled. Those that remained were in the thick of fighting. Seeing the army was losing too much, the generals called a retreat. If they lost much more, Nuln itself could be in danger of being defenseless. After killing the last black knight near him, Lord Nathaniel Wellington, wounded and bleeding heavily, sat atop his barded warhorse looking down into the valley. The dwarves were his last hope. He and his army failed to stop the vampire's evil plan. If the slayers could not stop him... he shuddered as he thought of the consequences. With that thought he flew back into combat mode as they made their tactical withdrawal. They would support the dwarves as much as possible, but it would not be much.

The slayer horde had now joined into one large group and had pushed its way through the lines of undead. About half the slayers that attacked had died or were dying. A trail of bones, weapons, and orange hair littered the ground from the wake of destruction. The slayers that managed to get through charged the ruins where Derick waited. Charging through the bubble did not physically slow them down. Instead it disintegrated their bodies and weapons as they passed. Their hair instantly singed as their skin began to peel off. Muscles dried up to a jerky substance, black and tarry. Their weapons' wooden handles burst into flames. The metal upon them glowed hot and turned back to a molten state. Finally, their bones turned to a chalky substance as they fell to the ground. Through all this, they never stopped charging till their bones gave way.

Zanguzdrengi slowed his charge seeing the devastation of the bubble. Quickly he turned and yelled as loud as he could, "Stay away from there, its magic is strong and will kill in seconds. Behold your 27

The Vampire Slayer Saga brethren who went through." Luckily those who were left alive were coherent enough to grasp the warning. Zanguzdrengi contemplated how to get through as he bashed a head in here and there.

Derick's lips curled in a smirk as the slayers disintegrated in front of him. It worked just as he had thought. No one could get pass it now, as the human's anti-magic capabilities were severely diminished. He walked back to his perch watching the eastern skyline for the first signs of darkness.

He was sure it was not too far off, but the storm they had summoned blocked out any chance of seeing the moon rise or the stars align.

Feeling impatient, he started to pace. The fighting was going fine. The slayers had done better than expected reaching him so fast. This did not bother him much as he knew that half the remaining forces were returning from the route of the humans. His necromancers continued to raise the dead as quickly as they could, although not as fast as he would have liked. The dwarves carried an air of antimagic about them that disrupted their spells more an more as they got closer.

A roar came from the north, Derick turned and looked up. His two favourite dragons were headed toward the slayers now. Lets see how they deal with my pets he thought. He closed his eyes wishing that time would go by quicker.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 14 The rain's intensity increased as nightfall arrived. The ground was a dull reddish brown from blood spilt and water that churned up by the movement of the combatants. The slayers' numbers began to dwindle as only the skilled and lucky still stood. Doomseekers still cut swaths through the enemy as Daemon, Dragon, and Giant Slayers chopped down enemies by the dozens. Yet for every bunch that fell so did a slayer. The slayers were slowly going to lose the war of attrition. Zanguzdrengi had thrown everything he could get his hands on, short of his axe, to test the barrier between him and his prey. Nothing survived more that five seconds once passing through. His frustration must have been showing for not even the undead got too close. A section of their ranks busted open as Barazdeb and Uzkulgrungi came through.

All three slayers looked worse for wear. Each bleeding and bruised. Their hair had fallen hours ago under the intense down pour. Barazdeb spoke up first, "We think we have a way in. The area he is in is some sort of ruins. More than likely there will be an underground entrance to the ruins."

Uzkulgrungi spoke, "I found an entrance underground near here. We can hope it leads in there. The problem is that it is flooded and will be hard to transverse." "What are we waiting for then," exclaimed Zanguzdrengi. Uzkulgrungi turned to lead the way. The other two followed a few steps before stopping as a blood curdling roar ripped through the air. The two undead dragons swept through the ranks of both the undead and the slayers. The trio spun on instinct and struck. Uzkulgrungi and Zanguzdrengi were rewarded with a toe and a chunk of wing bone. The two quickly looked around at the slayers on the ground, but Barazdeb was nowhere to be found. Zanguzdrengi looked up at the dragons. A small orangish blur was crawling onto its back. Barazdeb's axe had gotten stuck in the chest of the beast, and he hadn't let go of his axe. The dragon flew high into the air as it tried to dislodge the unwanted passenger. The other chased taking swipes and bites at the slayer.

The remaining two slayers hurried to the opening Uzkulgrungi had found. They smashed through skeletons and undead knights and even had to send a few undead slayers back to the grave.

Uzkulgrungi pointed with his axe, "Here it is." The two ran toward it, but as they did a few dark forms jumped in their way. Vampires. Zanguzdrengi never stopped running. He had moved faster than the first vampire thought he could. It was his last thought. The slayer brought his axe up from an underhanded shot cleaving the beast from groin to head. With a quick spin, off came its head just in case. Uzkulgrungi had already downed one and was pounding another. Zanguzdrengi whirled dodging the blow of another. It was so close the blade left a metallic taste in the air before him.

Uzkulgrungi attacked left and right, constantly smashing the blade of the vampire. He did not want to give him any chance to attack. Suddenly the slayer slipped, the vampire surged with lightning speed upon seeing his opportunity to finish the slayer. Uzkulgrungi just shook his head as he side stepped the blow. That was one of the oldest tricks out there, he thought. His axe cleaved the vampire in half.

As he spun in place, he had the chance to see Zanguzdrengi kill the last one. This greatly helped the slayers still slugging it out as rows and rows of troops began to crumble as their masters died.

"Stay close. It might get ugly in there. Alright let's go," said Uzkulgrungi as he took a deep breath and dove in the water. Zanguzdrengi had taken a deep breath just as a shadow passed over him.

Instinctively, he rolled out of the way. A huge boulder crashed down over the opening Uzkulgrungi had just entered. Regaining his balance, Zanguzdrengi looked for the source of the boulder.

Standing a few feet away was the Elven vampire they had seen earlier at the graveyard. Entranced, Zanguzdrengi stared for a second. She was exquisite, even for an elf. But the aura of power and death that emanated from her being snapped him back to his senses. He stood up and faced the vampire all the while gripping his axe in both hands. She smiled. The looks exchanged between the two meant one would die here.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga "So, you are one of the dwarves Derick thought was dead?" she asked.

"Aye lass, I am. Before the night is over, all this will be over." He growled.

The two began to pace around one another as they spoke.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 15 "You are right. Sadly for you, your oath will not be fulfilled." She stated.

Zanguzdrengi chuckled a bit, "I have no grudge with you at the moment, beside the fact you have an Elven appearance. Now is your chance to leave alive... well as alive as you get."

She laughed, "Your lot are stubborn. Too stubborn for your own good." In a flash she had both blades out and was on top of the slayer. Her strokes were solid, swift, and persistent, almost invisible to the eye. Zanguzdrengi back pedaled as he tried to find an opening in between her attacks. Slowly she cunningly manoeuvred him away from the center of the fighting. Not having much choice he moved where she dictated...

Barazdeb ripped his axe out of the beast's rib cage with one hand. He gripped tightly to some old skin still clinging to its bones. The dragon clearly wanted nothing to do with its new rider as it climbed high into the air twisting and turning. The slayer held on until he was able to pull himself up the side of the beast where he managed to get between the wings. It was the only relatively safe place since it was near impossible for the dragon to reach there. After getting a good hold, he looked around.

Barazdeb had been on top of some tall mountains, but this was higher. The dragon had climbed above the clouds and as it did the sun's rays covered the slayer. He basked in them for a moment before the Dragon dove straight down. He clung as tight as he could onto the beast's skin. The dragon swept its wings back and plummeted faster than a gyro that ran out of fuel. Barazdeb's feet left their perch as the force tried to rip him off and slowly he began to lose his grip on the dead skin.

Realizing he could not hold on much longer, he let go. As he contorted in mid air, he was able to slam his axe into the dragon's spine as he slid back. The beast let out a roar like none ever heard before...

Uzkulgrungi burst out of the underground pool gasping for air. He had jumped into the water expecting his friend to be right behind him, but something had blocked the opening soon after he dove in. Using his innate sense of direction, he began to swim. It was honed over the years from all the mining he and his clan had done. Treading water the slayer looked around. He was right. This was an underground chamber. It appeared to have been part of a temple. Numerous carvings of the Empire's religious symbols scattered the room. He swam towards what looked like a sandy area.

About half way there, the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He got down in the water as low as he could to look around. Nothing seemed out of place.

Suddenly something grabbed his leg and dragged him underwater. It was much too murky and dark to see what it was, but he struck at where he felt his leg was being held. Whatever it was then let him go. Uzkulgrungi quickly surfaced and made a bee line to the shore. Making no attempt at stealth, the slayer splashed onto the sand. As he turned to see he was being chased him, the head of a small dragon rose out of the water. Uzkulgrungi, chuckled for a second. This would be work for a beardling.

The water's surface broke as another head joined it.....then another and another. Before he knew it, there were seven heads intently focused on him.

The undead hydra lumbered toward the beach with its heads snapping and roaring. The slayer crouched low waiting for it to strike. Knowing he needed to deal with it one head at a time, he attacked the first head that came at him. With a flash one was down while another head grazed his arm drawing blood. Uzkulgrungi danced back and forth weaving and dodging the flurry of attacking heads. Slowly he was reducing the number of heads. The hydra began to back into the pool once it had only two heads left, but Uzkulgrungi would have none of that. He charged the beast feigning an attack on the heads. His axe buried deep into the rotting flesh of the hydra. One of the heads took a 31

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 16 Barazdeb gripped his axe with all his might as the beast flipped and turned. Finally, it leveled out.

This was his chance. He ripped his axe out and charged up its back towards the head carefully stepping on its ribs. The slayer eyed the back of its head finding the perfect place to bury his axe. As he charged up its neck, a foreboding feeling gave him chills. Something was wrong. Peripherally movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. With lightning speed he flattened himself on his ride's back seconds before the second dragon's jaw snapped inches above his body in an attempt to bite him off. The beast he rode landed on the ground spasmodically shuddering. This finally dislodged the slayer...

Zanguzdrengi blocked left and right as the vampire's onslaught continued. He was not sure how much longer she could keep it up, but he was losing the battle. Suddenly, a dragon's roar filled the air. This broke the vampire's concentration for just a split second. That was all the time the slayer needed. With a mighty blow he struck. The vampire's speed was great indeed as she brought up her blades to block. The axe head showered sparks as it hit with a metallic twang. The force knocked the two apart. Zanguzdrengi smirked at the Elvish vampire. She in turn snarled back at him.

This time the slayer attacked first putting all his power in an overhead attack. The vampire raised her right blade to parry as she stabbed the dwarf with the other. Zanguzdrengi twisted when the blade hit ensuring it caused only minor damage. His axe never wavered nor lost speed as it impacted the sword with a more satisfying clang this time. Her blade snapped in two from the force of the blow.

One half of the broken blade skimmed towards the vampire cutting her across her right eye. The axe continued its downward swing severing her arm at the shoulder. An agonized cry escaped from her being as she clutched her gaping wound. Her other sword lay on the ground now forgotten. She fell to her knees and stared vengefully at the slayer with her one good eye.

"You should have listened," said the slayer, ignoring his own blood slowly trickling out of the stab wound she had dealt. He raised his axe for the death blow. Without warning, a hoof smashed into his left temple and sent him sprawling to the ground. Zanguzdrengi shook his head as he got up trying in vain to clear his vision and mind. Best he could tell a nightmare swooped down to save the vampire.

The two of them flew off to the west. Once his vision was restored, he slowly cut his way back to the center to see if Uzkulgrungi had made any progress getting inside the magic shield...

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 17 Barazdeb regained his balance as the first dragon attacked. He had to be quick footed as it attacked with maw, claw, and tail. Barazdeb took his time watching the dragon's actions, waiting for a flaw in its attack. Finally, the opportunity arose. It was not much, but it had to do. The slayer leapt over its swishing tail and landed near its rear. The axe flashed just as it severed the tail off the beast.

Roaring in agony, the dragon's eyes filled now with hatred. Hatred for this humiliation. Hatred for this slayer. It renewed its ferocious attack on the slayer with a new vigour. Barazdeb accomplished his goal. No longer was the dragon cool and calculating. Its attacks were now more intense, but at the same instance slovenly.

This time a better opportunity presented itself. With a soft swish, off came one of its hands. The dragon would not be deterred that easily. Feinting a similar attack, the dragon lashed out at the slayer knocking him to the ground hard. Auspiciously, Barazdeb stood up and charged the beast just as its fist slammed the ground where he had been. Realizing the dwarf was in too close, the beast attempted to pry off. Barazdeb jumped high bringing his axe down hard on its wing, shattering the main bone. Simultaneously, he and the dragon tumbled to the ground. Being smaller was an advantage this time. Barazdeb got to his feet first and with a loud crunch severed the beast's head off.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 18 Something big hit the ground behind him. Turning, he saw the other dragon. He took a steadying deep breath, knowing that this battle was going to be much harder. As he charged, he let out his war cry. A returning war cry, about ten times as loud, reverberated back at him. It took a second to set in, but then realization hit. The cry did not originate from the dragon. A group of slayers saw the first fight and wanted a piece of the dragon. They eagerly swarmed over the beast like ants all the while hacking at it. Barazdeb smirked and headed towards the magic bubble...

Uzkulgrungi had to chip away the rock a bit to fit through the opening he had found. Staying as low as possible, he peered out. With his hair flat due to all the water this was not such a hard feat. Before him he could see the vampire watching the battle raging around him. To his left was the body of Vlad.

It was surrounded by twenty necromancers and the three vessels of Vlad. His anger began to rise and threatened to overwhelm him, but he was able to keep it bay, at least for now. Uzkulgrungi knew he needed to get the shield down so the others could get in. In less than a moment, he found the source of the bubble. Five stones around the inside of the shield were glowing with runes of evil magic. He had to destroy as many as it took to get the shield down.

Eyeing the enemy again he made a dash for the first stone. About halfway towards his goal, one of the necromancers yelled an alarm. Not caring what words he uttered, Uzkulgrungi two handed his axe bringing it down on the stone. It exploded from the impact and showered the slayer with jagged pieces, leaving numerous gashes on his flesh. The shield was still up.

Determined to bring down the bubble, he turned to find the next stone. Before he was able to take a step, Derick jumped at him bringing his sword at head level. Uzkulgrungi ducked and returned with an uppercut. Derrick just backed out of the way. The two stood watching one another for a second. The slayer lashed out first trying the drive the vampire back. Each attacked and blocked. They ducked and weaved. Their skills were matched.

Derick had a slight advantage though. Uzkulgrungi's leg was wounded in the fight with the hydra underground. Shortly after the battle had begun, Derick noticed the slayer was favouring one of his legs. He decided to slowly wear his left side down forcing him to use the wounded right side more and more. Uzkulgrungi realized the vampire had figured out his injury when the attack pattern changed. Unless something happened, he was going to lose. He needed to take the shield down.

Derick continued to concentrate on the right side. Each blow made the slayer grimace more and more. Every time Uzkulgrungi attempted to get to the closest stone Derick manoeuvred him away. He had to try something desperate.

On the next attack he charged into the vampire. Derick's blade bit hard into his shoulder, but was not the killing blow he had hoped for. Uzkulgrungi had moved a bit too quick. He let out a growl as the blade hit. The slayer slammed his axe shaft into Derick's gut sending him sprawling over a rock.

Derick flipped onto his feet as he went over, but it was too late to catch the slayer. Uzkulgrungi slammed his axe into the second stone. The shield began to flicker. He grinned thinking his work was done, but then the shield stabilized. It was weaker, but still active. He looked at the next stone.

It was a long way off. He ran as hard as he could toward it. Derick moved to intercept him.

Uzkulgrungi expected it. A few rounds were thrown back and forth. The slayer and the vampire's weapons clashed sending sparks everywhere. The flash gave Uzkulgrungi the moment he needed.

With a quick twist he slammed the axe into the vampire's chest. Derick fell back from the blow grabbing the axe out of the slayers hand. Uzkulgrungi jumped on Derick trying to push the axe in further. Derick pulled his sword up sending the blade through the slayer's chest and out his back. In the same motion he had raised his feet and flipped the slayer over his head.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Uzkulgrungi slammed on the ground near the stone. He reached up and pulled the sword from his chest. As he did, deep red blood poured out. With finality, he knew he was not long for this world.

Knowing that he alone could change the tide of battle, he turned and began to crawl toward the runic stone. His energy was draining fast. He would not make it. Uzkulgrungi could barely see straight now.

His eyebrow rose oddly as he rolled next to a pile of boulders and propped himself up.

Derick walked up to the slayer holding his axe. "You fought well dwarf, but I win. You failed in your mission. You and your kind will forever be known as those who failed. The shame your family will feel over this will be told in books from now on." Derrick spouted pacing back and forth. As he did, his wounds began to close. "The rest of your kind will be locked out of here. And now that I know how you got in, I have sealed it. There is no other way in..."

Uzkulgrungi coughed up some blood as he spoke, "Will you shut up already. If you didn't talk so much you may have gotten away with this. Now you will perish before it comes to realization."

Derick laughed out loud, "Are you going to stop me? You can barely breathe you arrogant dwarf."

The slayer tossed a rock at the vampire hitting him in the head.

"Defiant to the end, so be it. The irony is that you will die by your own axe." said Derick.

Moments before Derick delivered the death blow, Uzkulgrungi smiled as he said, "Who's the arrogant fool now?" The axe chopped Uzkulgrungi's head off.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 19 Barazdeb and Zanguzdrengi watched in horror as their friend's head rolled away from his body.

Derick smiled at them as he dropped the bloody axe and retrieved his sword from the ground.

Bending over he cleaned the sword with the slain slayer's beard, mocking the other slayers. The hatred emanating from their eyes would never be match. Derick subconsciously took a step back as the two slayers were the embodiment of vengeance in physical form.

Suddenly there was a cracking sound that grew louder and louder. It had come from the rock that Uzkulgrungi died against. The crack could be seen ripping across the main boulder. A huge section of it broke off and rolled toward the runic stone. Derick's jaw dropped finally realizing what the slayer had meant when he died. "Who's the arrogant fool now," echoed in his mind as the rock rolled.

Uzkulgrungi knew he would never make it. As an alternative, he had spotted the boulders. Being a miner for so long, one could see flaws in the stone. He knew if it was hit just right, it would split. He was not strong enough to deliver such a blow. So, he sacrificed himself and made the vampire do the work. When he cut off Uzkulgrungi's head, the unwitting vampire hit the weak point causing it to break.

Derick scrambled to reach the stone, but was not quick enough. The bigger rock knocked the runic stone over and both passed through the shield. The rock and runic stone disintegrated within seconds. Now the shield had become too weak with only two power sources. Derick helplessly looked on in horror as the shield collapsed.

Barazdeb and Zanguzdrengi charged the vampire. The two charged with precise blows, both covering each other as they attacked. Axe flashed one after another, high then low, left then right.

There was barely a second between each assault. It was obvious the two had fought together numerous times.

Derick dodged and parried all he could. He tried to use the terrain to his advantage, dodging behind boulders and ruined walls. No matter what he did though he was not given a good opportunity to strike back. The slayers gave faint glimpses of weak spots, but it was only a ruse to draw his defense off. He knew he could not defeat two at a time. So, he called to the necromancers for help. Ten of them came over as the remaining ten dropped the spell they had been working on. The weather cleared up in a matter of minutes. The ones that chose to stay watched the hourglass Derick had set down. It was almost time to start the ritual.

Zanguzdrengi saw the group charging them. With a nod from Barazdeb, he broke off to deal with the necromancers. The first two never expected the slayer to dive into them. One was hit in the chest with the axe head shattering his ribs. The second got the wind knocked out of him by the haft.

Zanguzdrengi danced through the group dropping three or four of them. Those that were able to charged again. The slayer went through the motions as if practiced a thousand times. Each step was perfect. Each shot connected where intended. The ten lay dead on the ground within a minute or two.

Barazdeb never slowed his attacks. Derrick continued to defend forever looking for the weak point.

Suddenly, there it was. His side was open when he attacked high and right, but only for a split second. Derick waited for this particular move to come again. It came. With lightning reaction, he drove his blade toward the slayers side. The blade was met with a metal clang. Zanguzdrengi's axe head deflected the shot at the last second. The second slayer had joined in the bombardment again.

A low chant came from the remaining necromancers. The ritual had started. A bright light shot down from the heavens. Momentarily, it blinded the slayers. They backed up listening fro the vampires foot falls. He was running away. Once their sight cleared they looked around. Derick was nowhere in 37

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 20 Zanguzdrengi moved closer in to take a look. Down in the middle stood ten necromancers chanting.

The three vessels of Vlad stood by awaiting their part in this evil reincarnation. Seeing the dwarven vessel made him remember that night at Garak and the unspeakable acts that had been done to Kascia, Borax, and their unborn child. He moved in to destroy the vessel and draw out Derick.

Barazdeb watched from the shadows waiting for the vampire to show himself.

Zanguzdrengi charged at the group. The necromancers looking worried kept chanting. If they stopped, all would be over. The slayer brought his axe up to attack the nearest necromancer. As he brought his weapon down mercilessly, a body hit him causing him to miss his target. Derick scrambled to his feet after having bounced off the slayer. He knew he had to keep the slayers at bay.

If they killed too many necromancers the reincarnation would fail.

Barazdeb launched himself at the vampire. The two locked weapons as they fought a battle of willpower and strength. Each growled at the other as their weapons sparked. The runes on Barazdeb's axe grew red as the sword's blade turned blue.

The dwarf was beginning to gain the upper hand when something hit him on the head. One of the vessels had smacked him with a rock. Barazdeb fell to the ground. His head was bleeding profusely.

Zanguzdrengi pulled him self up off the ground. His head was spinning from the impact with the boulders. He looked over just as Barazdeb's head cracked open from the blow. He charged the vampire drawing him off of the wounded slayer.

With his flurry of attacks, he kept Derick off balance. The two exchanged blows back and forth while Barazdeb gathered his wits about him. He grabbed his axe and headed towards his friend. The two slayers renewed their assault. Each were attacking within seconds of the other. This time the shots were not as fast as before since each had suffered wounds. Derick had noticed this and was biding his time. He was in no hurry to finish them off. The ritual had started and within a couple of minutes all would be complete. The two slayers were too engrossed in killing him to stop the ritual.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 21 The light from the sky began to grow and envelope the area where Vlad's body lay. The winds and rain picked up as the end grew near. Derick smiled. It was time to finish this game. He jumped back putting space between him and the two slayers. He had figured out their weakness and was ready to dispose of them.

Barazdeb and Zanguzdrengi took a steadying breath. They knew this was the end, but for who, that remained to be seen.

The two slayers charged the vampire. Barazdeb was a step ahead of Zanguzdrengi.

He knew he was not much longer for this world. The wound to his head was not going to heal.

Barazdeb could barely see straight, he could feel the increasing loss of motor skills on his left side.

As he engaged the vampire, he already saw the events that played out in his head. He struck low cutting into the vampire's leg as his sword plunged into his chest. In a blink of an eye, he let go of the axe and grabbed the vampire's arm. Pulling as hard as he could he plunged the sword into his chest all the way to the hilt. Derick's eyes grew big, not only from the pain in his leg, but when he realized the slayer had hold of him.

Zanguzdrengi's axe came down hard toward Derick's head. He dodged best he could, being held by Barazdeb.

The axe cut deep into his shoulder. Derick screamed in pain as it sliced a good six inches into his shoulder. Another pain shot through his body. He looked back at Barazdeb. Blood poured out of his chest. It was dark and red, but yet the slayer continued to hold on and fight. Barazdeb was watching the jewelry on the vampire's hand, waiting for one of the rings to glow. Sure enough as the axes ripped into his skin, his ring finger began to glow as it tried to regenerate the wounds. Barazdeb pulled the hand to his mouth and bit off the finger, ring and all. Derick watched in horror as the slayer ripped his finger off. Barazdeb smiled at the vampire as he swallowed the ring and finger whole.

Barazdeb released his grip as his life force faded away. The slayer fell to the ground in a lump with the vampire's sword still in his chest. Barazdeb had an odd smile on his face as the blood stopped flowing out. Zanguzdrengi stood there for a second or two taking in what had just happened. His last companion from Garak was gone. The weight of it hit him hard. He was the last, the last to fulfill the oaths taken that day. Zanguzdrengi looked across from him. Derick stood there looking at his wounds. His head snapped up and stared at the last slayer. The loss of the ring hurt him worse than expected. His face was old now, the skin wrinkled and decaying. His body looked weaker now. The vampire's true age was returning to him.

"You are the last one slayer. Do you have it in you to finish me off?" asked Derick. He pulled the sword from Barazdeb's body. "You will not stop me. The ritual is almost done. You can't kill me and stop it at the same time," he laughed as best he could with a hint of insanity. "Come get me, Slayer."

He lunged at Zanguzdrengi. The slayer batted his clumsy attack and kicked him as he went by.

Derick went sprawling into the ritual area. Zanguzdrengi reached down and picked up Barazdeb's axe. Then, he stalked towards Derick.

"The time has come to fulfill my oath, oh undead one," said the slayer calmly as he approached the vampire. He raised his axe to attack. Derick suddenly broke out in laughter.

"You fool! You may kill me, but I have just brought back one of the greatest vampires of all time. My service to him will be rewarded with a new life serving him. My death means nothing now," said Derick dropping his weapon.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Zanguzdrengi looked around him. The necromancers had stopped chanting. Their bodies began to shrivel up as their life force was sucked into the body of Vlad. The slayer looked back at the cackling vampire. Charging into him, he slammed his body against a tall boulder as he imbedded his axe into Derick's right side, avoiding any vital areas. The slayer imbedded Barazdeb's axe into his left shoulder, also pinning him to the boulder, as he mimicked what Derick had done to Borax all those years ago in Garak.

Derick's cackling began to fade as he watched the slayer. Zanguzdrengi ran over to Uzkulgrungi's body and picked up his axe. He ran back to the necromancers and began slicing through their withered bodies.

"What are you doing? Wait! Don't do that!" screamed a now frantic Derick. Doing his best to convince the enraged slayer, "Your attempt is futile. It is too late." As he spoke, his voice became more cracked and anxious.

Zanguzdrengi continued to hack the bodies apart. Derick was now screaming almost incoherently as he could not do anything to stop him. Hastily, he tried to use his powers to raise more minions.

Bodies began to rise from the ground. For a second, he thought it was not too late. Almost as quickly as they rose a Doomseeker stepped in and cleaved them to pieces. Suddenly, Derick realized he was not alone. The area was now ringed by hundreds of slayers. Each just stood there as they watched Zanguzdrengi. None moved to help, except to stop any that dared to enter.

Zanguzdrengi was done killing the necromancers. He turned toward the vessels.

They stood near the head of Vlad. Their essence was being drained into his lifeless form. This would be the final blow that would stop the ritual and the vampire's plans. Derick began to scream as the slayer approached the three vessels, a human, an elf, and a dwarf. Each was a twisted visage of their former race. They could not move to defend themselves as they were magically bound by their essence to Vlad.

Zanguzdrengi brought Uzkulgrungi's axe down three times. Each blow sliced the vessels in half.

Unholy screams of pain and agony erupted from each that would have sent lesser races running frenetically away from the din to preserve their sanity. The essence filtered into the air with nothing to hold it together. The slayers just stood there, as many of them had heard worse clamour.

Vlad's body began to move and began to slowly sit up. His body began convulsing as its energy was escaping. It looked over at Derick with its eyeless sockets burning deep within him. "You failed," is all it said before the mass fell back in a slump. Derick's body went limp as the words bit deep into his soul, he had failed.

Zanguzdrengi moved towards Derick. Derick glared at Zanguzdrengi. A burning hatred emitted from both of them. All were deathly silent and still. After a few minutes Zanguzdrengi spoke, "My oaths will be settled now. We have chased you since the day we met after the massacre of Garak. You are the reason we are hunting your kind with a vengeance. Your vile actions have brought the wrath of the slayers upon them." Zanguzdrengi looked around at the other slayers. "Today the oath of Garak is settled." A deafening cheer erupted from the crowd.

He turned and faced the defeated vampire. In his present condition, he would not be a worthy kill, but then again it did not deserve such a death. Zanguzdrengi walked up with Uzkulgrungi's axe and with a swift motion beheaded Derick. The vampire never moved as the blow came. He was glad death came for he could not stand to live with his failure. Zanguzdrengi then pulled the other two axes out of the rock. A couple of Daemon Slayers began barking out orders to gather the fallen slayer's weapons and to record their names. Zanguzdrengi moved toward Vlad's body. He pulled his own axe 41

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As the slayers moved about preparing to leave, the sound of horses could be heard approaching. It was Lord Nathaniel Wellington and his remaining knights. The slayers parted allowing him into the center, but quickly closed the circle again. Lord Wellington dismounted and walked toward Vlad's body.

"It was stopped," said a voice from behind him. He turned to see Zanguzdrengi making a sled. He looked back at the body. After noticing the head was missing, he turned back around. "Where is his head?" he asked. "It is in a safe place. The rest of the body is not my concern. You can do with it as you please," stated the slayer. "We need the head to ensure it is never found again..." began Lord Wellington, but he was brusquely cut off. "I have it. If you want it, you can try to take it,' stated the slayer, almost teasing him. Lord Wellington began to protest, but then he noticed the mood of the other slayers was growing sour.

"Very well, then we will make sure the body is well hidden," said Wellington.

With that a few of the knights dismounted and loaded the body on a spare horse.

"We will head back to Nuln and record the deeds performed here. Tell me your name so I may enter them," asked the human. Zanguzdrengi ignored him at first, but then thought about it. "The name is Garak, all this was done for Garak," stated the slayer. With that he slung the reins to the sled he had loaded on his back and began the long walk home.

Lord Wellington sat atop his horse surveying the battlefield. The grizzled ground was a rust color as the mud and blood mixed together. It was filled with the bodies of the undead and dwarves. The slayers had picked up everything that was Dwarven forged. He also noticed numerous slayers with makeshift sleds. All but one carried weapons, trinkets, and trophies. The one being pulled by the head slayer had two bodies. Odd he thought to himself. Why those two? As the dwarves left, the moon came out shining eerily over the battlefield. Lord Wellington turned his horse and headed back to Nuln.

Zanguzdrengi had loaded both of his friends' bodies and all their weapons on his sled along with Vlad's and Derick's heads. He had planned on taking them back and sealing them in the tomb of Garak, where they would be safe for as long as the stone stood.

The trip back was very uneventful. The group of slayers slowly shrunk as they got closer. Some of them died from their injuries. Some wandered back to what they were doing before the grand army had formed. All in all around two hundred and fifty slayers returned to Drung-a-Uzuzlar.

The horns blew as the first slayers came into sight. The stone gates began to groan open as a wave of orange poured out. They formed up on both sides of the entrance with weapons in hand.

Zanguzdrengi lead the precession inside the fortified walls. The slayers pulling the other sleds headed back to the cave towards the armoury and library. Zanguzdrengi headed to the stone table, signaling for everyone to gather around. Another horn sounded long and loud as it called the slayers to the table.

Zanguzdrengi sat at the table and watched as the slayers gathered around. He sat contemplating what had happened the day of the battle. He was deep in thought when a mug was set in front of him.

The young slayer held two more mugs as he always did when a meeting was called. They belonged to Barazdeb and Uzkulgrungi.

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Zanguzdrengi motioned for him to set them in place. The young slayer did so and quickly joined the crowd. Zanguzdrengi, weary from his ordeal stood up and grabbed the reins of the sled. He walked around to the front of the table pulling the sled.

"Today is a day for closure. Today is a day for celebration. Today is a day of grieving."

Zanguzdrengi paused taking the moment in as hundreds of slayers waited to hear his words. "Today we close the final chapter of Garak." He reached into the sled and pulled up Derick's shriveled head.

The crowd burst into cheer as he did. Zanguzdrengi motioned for them to calm down. "Yes, Derick von Carstein is dead. The oath promised to Garak has been fulfilled. He, who caused so much destruction, is dead. Yet, it was not without an additional price. More than half of those who joined in the journey to kill Derick have died. As you may have noticed, Barazdeb and Uzkulgrungi are no longer with us.

Each gave his life so the vampire would be killed. They sacrificed their lives to ensure our oath was fulfilled."

Zanguzdrengi pulled back the sheet revealing their bodies. They both looked peaceful finally. "To help insure this atrocity does not happen again I took a trophy of our ordeal." He reached in and pulled the head of Vlad von Carstein out. "This head belongs to one of he most feared vampires, Vlad von Carstein.

His attempted resurrection was the cause of all the events that brings us here to today."

Zanguzdrengi grabbed his drink. "Raise a toast with me. To those who gave their life to keep the promise of an oath taken by three dwarves to remember a destroyed outpost. May you have found forgiveness for what caused you to take your slayer oaths." With that the dwarves drank. "I ask now that everyone resume what you were doing. We have much to sort out tonight."

Zanguzdrengi called for the keep's master engineer, master miner, and master at arms of the keep to assemble. He had preparations that needed to be made.

Zanguzdrengi took them to the tomb of Garak. He asked them to take an oath to never show this unless it was absolutely necessary. Each slayer swore the oath.

Zanguzdrengi moved a couple of tiles on the mosaic. Behind each was a lever. He pulled each in turn. Once the last lever was pulled, a small door opened near the bottom. The slayer motioned for them to enter. He pulled the sled inside with them. Once inside the group of slayers marveled at the fine workmanship that had been done in the room. As they looked around Zanguzdrengi walked over to the tomb of Borak and Kascia. He touched his head to their tomb and whispered, "It is done. My oath to you is settled." He stood back up and asked for a hand to place his friends inside their tombs.

First he moved to the tomb of Jorg Unbaraki and opened the top. It had no body in it. They placed Barazdeb's body inside and sealed it back. Next they moved to Horan Firmshaft's tomb. Prying it open, it was also empty except his personal belongings. His body and head were placed within and the tomb was sealed tightly.

"We have one more secret to learn," said Zanguzdrengi. They moved to Thalin Blackstone's tomb and opened it. Like the others it was empty. Zanguzdrengi tossed the two vampire heads inside of it.

"This tomb was meant for me should I have suffered the same fate as my friends. From this point on, no one knows what you have seen today. It is to never be written down. It will only pass on when the moment is right to a pupil of yours. I will also give one of our axes to each of you to pass on to a slayer deemed worthy to wield them in combat. When the axe is given so will its history and the owner's name."

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Zanguzdrengi reached in the sled and pulled out Uzkulgrungi's axe and handed it to the Master Miner. "When this axe is given the owner will take the name of the Firmshaft clan to honour its owner." He grabbed a second axe, Barazdeb's, and turned to the Master at Arms. "The slayer who wields this axe will take the name Unbaraki to honour the clan." Zanguzdrengi pulled a third axe handing it to the Master Engineer." The recipient of this axe will take the name of the Blackstone clan.

It is my personal axe." The Master Engineer began to protest. "I have fulfilled my oath and have decided to leave Drung-a-Uzuzlar. We have created a good thing and it is in good hands," he said looking at the three standing before him. "I am needed elsewhere. Tonight we will hold a feast to celebrate those who passed on and the death of the vampire. I will leave shortly after that." Each slayer patted him on the back not saying a word, but it was understood that they would miss him.

Zanguzdrengi stood alone in the tomb one last time taking care of a couple of more things.

The feast was a grand one. Stories of the battle had already begun to be embellished. The finest brew the camp had in reserve was finally broken out for the feast, a brew that was made when they called this place Garak.

Drung-a-Uzuzlar's feast went on for three days. During the last night a lone slayer moved toward the main gates. Stopping in the shadows Zanguzdrengi looked back. No one had recognized him as he made his way through the crowd. He was dressed as a bearding. He had tucked his beard up to hide its length and he carried two plain hand axes. He turned to head out. The gate guards let him go through neither one noticing who he was. That was the last time anyone saw Zanguzdrengi at the camp...

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Chapter 22 "Stories of his exploits around the world would filter in here and there. But no one could pinpoint his whereabouts. Soon the stories slowed and then stopped as it seemed he had found his doom. Some say he still lives watching over those given the honour of wielding one of the three axes. It has been rumored that he returned one of the axes thought to be lost to a greater daemon of Khorne. A week after it was reported lost, it showed up in front of the gate imbedded in the daemon's head. None of the guards saw who brought it back" rattled off the old slayer.

The wind had died down, but the moon still shone brightly through the clouds.

The old slayer got back up and hobbled around to the front of the table. "I now ask the three slayers to join me up here. Duffy Unbaraki, Kitarr Blackstone, and Rick Firmshaft." Each of the slayers came forward with axe in hand. Each greeted the old slayer with respect. He had been in the camp since their induction. The wizened slayer motioned for each to take a seat at the table.

They did so laying their axes on the table. "So it is as it had begun with Uzkulgrungi's axe of clan Firmshaft, Barazdeb's axe of clan Unbaraki, and Zanguzdrengi's axe of clan Blackstone once again united. May those who do not find their doom return here next year to celebrate our beginnings."

So, the celebration began with games of skill and strength, food, and ale a plenty. Once the celebration was well under way the old slayer hobbled back to the table to sit down. He sat down next to Zanguzdrengi's axe. Looking around to see if anyone watched he picked it up. He smiled as its familiar weight could be felt. It had been many years since he had wielded the weapon. Many slayers have had the honour of using his blade. Before anyone could notice, Zanguzdrengi placed it back on the table. He sat back and lit his pipe. He yelled, "Lad me tankard is almost dry.

Time to top 'er off."

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The Vampire Slayer Saga Written by: Kneecap Cover and Rear Cover Art by: Avelina DeMoray (http://www.avelinademoray.com/) Published by: Doomseeker Productions (Bilbo Baggins)

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The Doom Seeker is a webzine for the players of Warhammer Armies that Games Workshop no longer supplies support for. Each issue has stories, pictures and how to’s for these outdated but very much loved armies. Get your free copy at the New Slayer Brotherhood Forum at: http://z8.invisionfree.com/SlayerBrotherhood/index.php?act=idx