Lucas looks down at his body armor, inspecting for any damage that may not have been noticed before. He looks back up and shakes his head. "I think I made it through ok. I'm just glad you were here to deal with the ghoul. I left pretty much all my non-vampire weapons with the rest of our gear and only had wood in hand when those three jumped us. Speaking of which, they're dust now, right? No coming back to life when the sun sets or rising again in three days? I'd hate to think we're leaving vengeful vampires behind us to hunt us down or spring out at an inopportune moment down the road." He reaches down and picks up the stake on the floor, examining it for damage before adjusting the head lamp again. Ready to move on, he looks over to Na-Wa to make sure the psi-stalker is ok as well.

Na-Wa is quite surprised when the female bloodsucker turns to dust. The armor on his left forearm is crushed and broken. Na-Wa removes the destroyed armor and looks at his arm, and sees bite marks from the female bloodsucker.. He tells his two companions that he was bit, with an obvious worry on his face.

"Na-Wa got bit, is this bad thing?"

Picking up a piece of clothing once worn by a female vampire, Jason shakes the undead dust from it and tears a strip.  He glances up at his companions.  Either of you bring some water?  I left my water gun back with the gear.
He uses the strip of cloth (after rinsing it off and wringing it out, if possible) to bandage Na-Wa's arm.  Traditional Lore states they have to drain blood three nights, with the intention of turning their victim into a vampire, for it to work.

The ghoul wasted no time in running away like the big pale coward he is.

As per knowledge from Lore: Monsters and Demons or Lore: Vampires, anyone with these skills will understand that Jason's answer is correct.

Foot steps on metal indicate that someone is moving around above.

I shall heal this as soon as I have the energy built back up, my pale and bald friend, Jason says as soon as he has wrapped up the wound with his makeshift bandage.
We needs must hurry.  It sounds as though the fighting may be over.  He heads for the nearest stairs or ladder to get to the upper deck.

Na-Wa gathers up the stakes he had dropped during the fight and follows his friends.

private message follows...

Nyx climbs down into the ship. At the same time, the prisoners climb up stairs from the bottom of the ship. Lucas, Na-Wa, and Jason meet the spur-wearing Elf in the middle. Na-Wa no longer senses any supernatural predators nearby, but the figure in front of him is a powerful psychic.

Jason stops suddenly, the light from behind him casting his shadow far ahead of him.  However, he could still make out the appearance of the Elf in front of him, as the psi-stalker and the former Ranger narrowly avoid bumping into his back.
Built like a gymnast or a martial artist, Jason stands there while wearing only loincloth, sandals, and gunbelt, studying the elf intently for several moments.
Well, you are not a vampire, he says in English.
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Jason, which language are you speaking?

Lucas puts the small water bottle back in its pocket and straps it down to his armor after Jason finishes caring for Na-wa's injury. Following the undead slayer, he doesn't get a great look at the newcomer at first. He steps up to Jason's side, letting the light from his headlamp cast its glow more fully on the figure before them (and its shadowed cross). Looking the newcomer up and down, he talks to Jason (in American) without taking his eyes off the elf. "Doesn't look particularly ghoulish to me either. Are you sure it's not some vampire variant or other? Maybe just looks mortal? Wait, do vampires keep mortal followers around? New concern entering his mind, he raises his wooden club and stake, ready to rush ahead if necessary.

Halting in the passageway, Nyx smiled thinly. With the fine-features and high cheekbones that mark his kind, Nyx stood tall in a suit of styled Western body armour - Vasqueros to those who might recognise it - with a faded black and white poncho atop that bulged strangely. Silver spurs poked from his boots, together with studs upon the calves and forearms. Silver hoops pieced his ears, their cold metal matching the cool disdain in his sapphire-blue eyes.

He smiled thinly and shifted his weight, the light behind the speaker catching the pair of antique six shooters that hung low on his hips - beneath them a further pair of modern replicas and beside a vibro-blade. Behind him the barrel of a rifle poked over a shoulder, slung between what might have been a third pair of pistols.

Whatever else might be said, it was clear he was a 'slinger - and those who lived in the West might recognise him: the reputation of one Nyx Hoarfrost was known, though it was said he travelled with another, a green-eyed twin called Doc Lightning

He smiled and cast his eyes over the three before him: the noble savage in front; the soldier with the light behind him; and the pale face of the 'stalker at the rear.

Overhearing the words of the man in the middle, he raised his hands slowly, speaking in English himself even as he heard Ethan announce his and Kalista's presence elsewhere aboard in his earpiece, "We have killed plenty of leeches today. Don't let my pretty features fool you into thinking I'm on of them..."

Activating his Sense Evil psi-power. Anyone who might recognises him, his reputation means he has a Horror Factor 9

Na-Wa looks over the pointy ear who was strong in mind power. "Are you good guy like us? You kill bloodsuckers too?"

After a moments pause whilst he sub-vocalised something into his suit radio, the elf drawled softly at the voice from the back, "I'm a Lumberjack. We're in the business of felling leeches"

The lithe and tattooed Undead Slayer extends his hand towards the Elf, and speaks in perfect, but accented, Dragonese/Elven.  I am Iason Ianos Damianos, Undead Slayer of the House of Luminine, Clan of Acheron.  You may call me Jason Damien.
He then indicates the two fellows with him, introducing them in English.  My friends, the psi-stalker, Na-Wa, and the Tundra Ranger, Lucus Rowland.

Lucas adjusted the head lamp to get a better look at the elf before them. The name was familiar, and the appearance matched. Weird running into the slinger here, but it was a small world. Never one to look down on potential help with monster hunting, he gave Nyx a smile and put his weapons away. "Nice to see a... friendly?... face in a place like this, or at least a competent one. What brings you here? Come to enjoy the beautiful scenery and relaxing cruise ship atmosphere? They do have hot and cold running blood, and a delightful torture chamber back that way. Not much happening on the tanning deck up top, i'd imagine, and the ocean view leaves something to be desired." The sarcasm was mild but obvious. With an additional pair of hands now present, he traded the wooden weapons for the rifle slung on his back. Slipping an ammo clip in, he readied the weapon.

Keeping his distance, Nyx glanced at the proffered hand and the corridor beyond, checking for exits and other hidden figures. With no clear danger he took the hand, shaking it lightly but keeping his hold whilst he answered the discrete query, "Nyx Hoarfrost. We're here hunting, wanted the head of the orc, Severance. Got it. You folks rescued yourself, or you been supping from their challice?"

Na-Wa answers the pointy ear. "We captured by blood suckers. They chain us up, bleed and feed on us. We escape, kill naked bloodsucking girls."

Nyx released Jason's hand and nodded at the psi-stalker, "You are looking a little pale.."

Psi-stalkers are always pale, Jason says.  Human mutation, they feed on the magic energy of magic practitioners and the supernatural.  They are really good at sensing magic and psionics, as well as the supernatural and creatures of magic.

"Is the section behind you cleared?", questioned the 'slinger, pointy ears a-twitch as he listened for the others to stumble over them. Head cocked to one side he reported in, lips clearly moving now, before returning his attention to the trio in front of him, "You've more Lumberjacks hunting through the rest of this hulk and I'd be most pleased if no-one shot my brother..."

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Jason shrugged. "Clear as far as where we were held. We came this way. So beyond that point, who knows. We're here looking for a friend of his," he nodded in Jason's direction. "Disappeared some time ago. Thought he might have been captured. Don't suppose you've run across other prisoners?" He then realized the elf and his friends must have been the ones responsible for the sounds of combat outside the hull. If that were the case, they most likely only just stepped on board and hadn't had time to find much of anything. Still, he let the question stand just in case.

"Tell me of your friend", stated the elf, "We've found nothing but leeches"

Nice convo, guys. I'm starting a new thread for everybody to share and speak freely.

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