Role

Chapter 11

Noticing Bazz's gaze, the healer frowned and said, "The sword seems to
provide him some comfort, and helps keep his terror away. Just...be careful
if he starts to thrash about.'

"Where are we?'

The healer sighed, then said, "Do you remember me at least?' After a
slight shake of Bazz's head, he continued, "You led an expedition to hunt
the new Vampyre in his lair... still nothing?'

Noticing the lantern's flame nearly fail, the healer walked over and
crouched to adjust the flame, still speaking, "We started in the crypts
below Arkham, but it fled deeper, into unexplored chambers. Yo-
we...had...underestimated...it, and it took us one at a time. It does not
bring the brute force of a Lich to the fight. Somehow, it takes the mind of
its victims. I saw it over and over - even in the midst of a skirmish, its
eyes would fascinate one or another of our company, and they would stop
fighting. Eventually it would claim them, and drag them away. They seemed to
go willingly, almost happily!'

Bazz lowered himself from his elbows back to the floor. He said, "I'm
sorry. This sounds horrible. Why was I sleeping? Why don't I remember?'

The equipment pile creaked as it adjusted to support the reclining weight of
the healer. He spoke, "In the last engagement, the two of you began to fall
under his power. By this time I could recognize the early signs, and I pulled
you away myself. I drug you as far as I could and tended to you both in the
relative safety of this spot.'

Feeling nauseous and sick from the shadows dancing above him, Bazz closed his
eyes and thought for a moment.

"So it's still out there?'

"Who is still hunting it?'

(continued in pt. 3)