Café de Nuit

He took his position in front of the doors and cast his spell. He was growing quite weary and his sorcerer powers were dwindling but his master commanded it. With a flick of his fingers and a few choice words a crackle of static encircled his hands. He finished the spell and a bolt of lightning sho...

Feeling quite nervous among the wave of undead Terrence walked close to the doors leading to the Dining room. The couple dozen or so undead touched him. Their cold, dead skin brushed against his and he could see the hate in their eye. He took his position in front of the doors and cast his spell. He...

"You, smelly one! Ready the troops. We have to get to that Library!"

The traitorous Terrence ventures into the basement of the Manor, reluctantly obeying the will of his master. "You there! Furry! Guard these stairs and set some defences. And you, grab some of the stronger vintages and stuff rags in the necks." He examines his troops and readies his spells....

Seeing his forces injured and their master fallen back for some purose Terrence signals the retreat.

"Back to the Kitchen, we'll regroup there!" he calls. "Bring the charms, we'll take the staff while there and turn their very servants against them!"

Terrence laughs at the sucess of his master van Rijn.

"Finish the fool off!" he cries.

With a snear he conjures up a mystical Web to ensnare the 'loyalists' in front of him. That should allow the Invaders to march over the fools!

The cloaked figure enters the room and sees naught but chaos before him. He checks his watch one more time.

"Looks like I am later that I thought."

A beast of fire moves about the room and the occupants are divided. Then the flame vanishes without a sound.

A carriage wobbles up to the Manor, it's wheel looking damaged and hastily repaired. A single cloaked figure emerges and walks briskly into the house repeatedly checking his pocket watch.

"Bloody hell." he mutters under his breath,