Elder Blood Witcher - 754 Town under siege!

Hjalmar “You’re an ugly bastard aren’t ye?” he mutters, almost gagging at the smell of its breath as it desperately sucks in air due to how exhausted it is…

Crach “Stop wit’ yer’ jokes, this thing is still alive an fightin’” he warns, moving in to perform an attack but transitioning into a feint, allowing Roche to bury his blade in it’s back.

It gives one last shriek before Hjalmar brings his blade down on its neck, decapitating and finally killing the beast.

The others make their way down the stairs and stare at the creature…

Tankred “W-what is that thing?” he asks, trying to mask his fear from everyone…

Roche “No idea, whatever it is there’s probably more outside…”

Tankred “Then… Perhaps we should locked ourselves somewhere safe within the keep? What better place is there to defend than a castle?” he asks.

Hjalmar “Those two bastards we left behind are probably still after us, I don’t think anything we put between us is going to stop ’em either!”

Triss “I can try and teleport us to the Auction House, as long as the enemy aren’t actively attempting to disrupt portals… If they are then, well, maybe a few pieces of us would make it through?” she mutters gravely.

Roche “What are the chances for an army of monsters to have magic users assisting them?” he asks, wondering if something like this had ever happened before.

Triss shakes her head, “I’ve only heard a few stories of mad mages creating and manipulating monsters for their own ends, but nothing recent…”

*BANG!*

From the door they’d entered from a large fleshy claw sticks through it, it retracts and the head of one of their previous attackers look through, “I SEE YOU!” it says in a sickening voice while its long tongue dangles out of its mouth, saliva dripping from it.

Crach “I don’t know about you lot, but I’d rather be chewed up and spit out by a malfuctioning portal than that thing! Get on it Sorceress!” he shouts.

Triss nods, beginning the relatively long encantation to open a portal powerful enough to take everyone present…

Ves begins firing arrows at the head of the creature, her face going pale when no visible damage can be seen, “Why do arrows never fucking work against these things!” she cries out in irritation.

*SHATTER!* *CRASH!*

*FLASH!*

The portal finally opens up, the group not wasting any time at leaping through it… Hjalmar is the last one to enter, his injured leg making him slower than everyone else.

The huge beast flies at him like a tornado of claws, Hjalmar jumps through just as its hand wraps around his torso, the claws dig into his body as the try to squeeze him in half… Only for the portal to close and sever the vampires arm.

It drops to the floor, flailing and spewing blood everywhere from the severed end as Hjalmar drops to the floor, covered in wounds and exhausted. “Da, I’m not coming to this fuckin’ continent again, mark my words!” he says.

Elsewhere :

Ciaran glares at the sky from Sif’s back as the giant wolf sprints through the city, scaring civilians and guards alike, even if they’d known about Sif’s existence beforehand… The duo’s speed apparently wasn’t enough, as the cloud of darkness was already descending upon the city before they’d even reached the Auction House…

Ciaran “Sif, go and protect the others! I’ll catch up!” she shouts, leaping off of the giant wolf’s back and swinging her greatsword at a hulking beast which was lunging at a woman trying to protect her child.

*SLASH!*

Like butter the blade cleaved through the beast, splattering it’s disgusting smelling blood all around, unfortunately covering the mother and child in it as well. Ciaran doesn’t stick around, the bells, sounds of panicked terror, and screams of the guards getting mutilated while trying to defend the town was deafening… Her instincts forged throughout the ages in Oolacile and the other wars conducted by Gwyn flared and had her already dashing towards the next target.

The sound of wind being sliced is followed by monstrous shrieks as she bisects another monster, she wasn’t sure what they were, but by their looks they reminded her of the “Fleder’s” the Witcher Vesemir had talked about… It was fortunate they weren’t one of the dreaded “Higher Vampires” she’d heard so much about, she doubted her ability to actually kill one…

Her ears twitch at the sound of flapping wings, glancing up she could see hundreds of small creatures with bodies similar to that of giant rats and heads decorated with two small eyes, large ears, and a fanged maw fit for biting flesh from unsuspecting victims… She wasn’t sure what they were, but knew one thing was for certain… They needed to be purged.

She jumps and performs a backflip, tossing out ten throwing knives that spark with electricity at the creatures, they don’t seem to be aware of the danger and fail to dodge the attack, once hit having seizures in the sky and plummeting towards the ground, most dying from the impact while the rest are heavily injured.

Ciaran stomps on the head of one of the grounded creatures, glaring at the others as her foot crushes its skull, “Prepare for retribution.” she states.