Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25124648-20151206220226/@comment-26044791-20151216074721

Farnin stood in the middle of his pentagram. "Take my sacrifice Master! Reveal yourself! Be born anew!" With that he pored the elf blood over the star and it hissed, turning into a cloud of red steam. The cloud condensed and condensed until nothing could be made out in the haze. A shadow formed inside the smoke, only distiguishable by a dark shape amidst the red and a feminine and villianous shape rises up, "Oh poor, poor Farnin. I'm not your master, I'm your Mistress!" For the beast was none other than Thuringwethil, Vampire Queen.

She has become more powerful than ever before, able to change into an army of bats at will and with the strength of hundreds. "Now," She said calmly, "Let us block this exit forever!"