Zenphere browses the stalls buying some things every now and then. "Hello. I was wondering how much that emerald ring is?" Zenphere asked a fellow craftsman who was selling diffrent jewelery and bowls. "Oh, that ring is selling for 500 gold at the moment sire." The craftsman holds the golden emerald ring close to Zenphere, urging him to buy it. "Allright then." Zenphere places a bag of gold on the table, takes the ring, and gives a grin. As he walks back towards his cabin, he notices a cellar door on the ground, acouple yards away from the stalls. There was green light coming from the creases. "That does not look so good. Probably Atrius Bloodbrand up to his mischief!" Zenphere places the valuable and yet worthless ring in his pouch, and opens the hatch door. "AHH!!" Zenphere is suprised to find severall undead coming from a portal and destroying furniture and books and other items like dishes and plates. Zenphere quickly draws Falibur and without warning starts to fight them. The noise is loud outside the merchants hall and is heard by the other fellow heroes. (10 sharp) (10 sharp) (10 sharp) Zenphere slashes at the beasts, hoping help would arrive.
Zenphere makes a look of disgust at the red headed vampire standing infront of him, but then looks away trying to be respectfull of her race.. Zenphere gives a grin at her, but the grin fades as the portal makes a cracking sound, that soon becomes a hissing sound. "Thanks for the help, but it looks like the job isn't quite over yet.." Zenphere's grin fades and starts attacking the undead that come out of the dark and magical portal. (10 Sharp) (10 Sharp) (10 Sharp).. Zenphere brings back Falibur and slams the enchanted sword into the army of undead, and commits fierce attack. (10+10 = 20 Sharp)..
Almost before the shout finishes leaving Zenphere's lungs Ripper darts from the direction of the tavern, shield brandished and sword aloft. Her skin steams slightly where the sunlight kisses exposed skin (impulsive as her flight was), eyes gleaming a fierce red nearly as vibrant as her hair. The new sword whistles as it cuts through the air and begins cleaving rotten flesh. Her voice rasps in a feline hiss,
"You bits of barely undead trash see fit to shamble into *my* town? Respect the will of your better or feed my thirst!"
She leads with her strongest blows [26 sharp x3] and as the first undead falls unconscious, black-taloned fingers wrap into its clothing and snap it close with vicious force. Turning her shoulders to Zenphere so that he can see nothing but a mane of wild red hair, her fangs sink deep into rotten flesh and draw what life force is viable from within to combat both damage taken and the ache of the sunlight [Killing blow, Drain 60]. The husk of a figure falls away from her with a stomach-turning, overripe thud, bits of black blood staining the white paint at the corners of her mouth as she rejoins the fray with renewed vigor.