[i][b][center]Caravan Mission[/center][/b][/i]

As the college students waited on the surface, in the Ravine the last of the robed man was scheming a desperate gambit. He had heard the cries of his men as they were cut down, and he knew he was trapped. He had to do something to escape, to elude these mysterious attackers. But as a vampire, his strength lied within darkness, not day. Djarkel, as bleak as it was, left very little in it's lands to create shadows. He would have to wait until nightfall if he wanted to have any hopes of escaping unharmed. However... He had some allies. In the absolute darkness the vampire looked over to cages near him. Cages containing feral vampires. Nearly turned victims of the vampire's hunger. They were in the early stages of a vampire's blood thirst; the sun would kill them if exposed for too long. But for the purpose the vampire needed, it may just be enough.

But the vampire had to act quickly. He sensed a disturbance against his wards. "Blood and damnation! A psychomancer!" The vampire whispered to himself. He grabbed his journal and his sword. Going over to the cages containing the feral vampires, he gave them a few crude clubs pilfered from guardsmen of the past. He doubt the vampires were in any state of mind to fight tactically, but if they could cover his escape, that was all he needed. He was well fed enough to be largely unaffected by the sun, so it was just a matter of escaping while the chaos occurred on the surface.

Mean while Ssarak would detect the presence of a intermediate level ward, and at his current level he'd have to focus more intently if he wanted to break through it. But he could easily discern the mad ravings of the five feral vampires below. Their minds flickered between ravenous hunger and their observations. Hardly an individual thought amongst them aside from their own desire to feed. But shortly before they were released, Ssarak could see in their minds that they were armed and now freed. And their thoughts would echo a command that Ssarak should heed quickly. [i]"FEED!"[/i]

From the darkness the five feral vampires ran out. Immediately the sun began to bake their skin causing them to scream in agony, but they ignored the pain. They smelled blood in the air, and saw the eysire and the human before them. Their savage instincts told them to attack; to kill and eat them. Ignoring the pain, blind to the ripe corpses around them, the feral vampires lunged at Ssarak and and Darius, ready to bring their clubs down onto their heads.

Mean while, the vampire from the deep focused his magics into an invisibility spell. He had to be quick however; he knew that the Psychomancer could find him by virtue of detecting his wards. But with the feral vampires occupying him, the vampire psychomancer expected to be able to escape before they could catch him. Shortly after releasing the feral vampires the robed one left, invisible, and headed strait towards the forest.