A dark bandit den

He looked the bandit he had against the wall dead in the eye (his other having an eyepatch over it) and growled, slowly tightening his grip to what was certainly painful, but not life ending in any way...yet.

"Because you wanted her that pretty forever. So you could use her for whatever sick and twisted fantasies for the rest of eternity right? Well guess what. You won't be alive much longer, but I am going to make it feel like eternity."

His other fist came up like a blur, slamming into the bandit's stomach so hard he would likely vomit up whatever he had eaten recently...except his ither hand had such a tight grip on his throat that it was unlikely anything could make it out of his throat. This would repeat half a dozen times before he flung that bandit against the wall and turned his attention to the one on the ground.

Captain Gothmog Bloodsail was not an orc who felt the need to pity his foes. He respected the ones who earned it, and treated them honorably according to the Articles of Piracy and/or War, depending on his role at the time. The bandit at his foot, who had turned an innocent woman into a blood-sucking monstrosity just to prolong her suffering and their enjoyment, was not deserving of his respect, mercy, or even of life for that matter, but the last was something Bloodsail was going to deal with.

"Do not worry, your time is here."

In retrospect, seeing the bandits gruesomely tortured was probably not helping the girl at all, since she was...mostly human. With that in mind he wasted no time slamming his boot into the last bandit's skull with enough force to shatter it. The hand crossbow came out quickly afterwards, a bolt slamming home into the bandit drowning in a pool of his own vomit.

The final one only let out a whimper before his head crunched and collapsed beneath the boot of the monstrous captain. The crossbow bolt found home in the skull of the other bandit, ensuring he never moved again. All six were dead and wouldn't move again.

Krylancelo knelt before the lady again, gathering some more furs he placed them over the lady like blanket. Krylancelo hoped to make the woman as comfortable as possible. He couldn't begin to imagine the horrors she experienced in this cavern.

"we are going to clear the bodies out and get a fire going. Please try and rest, I promise that I will be able to tend to your wounds shortly."

Krylancelo then began to drag the bodies further into the cavern. Leaving them outside may attract predators, so depositing their remains deep into the earth seemed appropriate.Once the immediate area was cleared of most of the signs of battle, and a small fire was created using was resources were available, Krylancelo went to tend to the woman's wounds. Krylancelo slowly lowered himself to the ground next to the woman. Placing a hand sympathetically on her shoulder. Krylancelo could feel her shuddering under his touch. Krylancelo felt sick to his stomach. He had never experienced this level of sorrow before. Krylancelo was now determined to give it everything it he had left! With eyes radiating determination, he began to concentrate on his magic. He may be unable to reverse whatever diabolic affliction that was forced upon her, but he would certainly do everything he could for her. Krylancelo clasped his hands together, a brilliant blue light began to emanate from him, illuminating every corner of the cavern. His hair and fur clothing began flailing wildly, as if a great wind was violently blowing all around him. He placed his hands on the woman's brow and above her heart. As the tips of his fingers made contact with her skin, an incredible energy began flowing through her. This magic would rapidly close her wounds. Cuts and lacerations would mend and seal shut behind unblemished skin, leaving no trace of the wound remaining. Her broken bones would knit together, stronger than before. Bruises would disappear beneath brilliant blue light. Through this spell, Krylancelo would transfer much of his energy onto the woman.

"By the heavens, I will not fail here! I will undo the pain these fiends exacted on you! I refuse to allow such actions to plague you further!"

Krylancelo began to pale, he threw his head back and cried in agony as his life force was being transferred to the woman. He wound not yield, not until she had recovered. Krylancelo continued to his spell as he grimaced in pain. Finally, in a blast of brilliant light krylancelo fell to his back and rolled onto his side, spitting forth blood. He wiped his mouth clear of blood and gazed towards the woman, desperate to see the results of his magic.

Krylancelo looked like he had the caretaker thing well in hand, so Gothmog spent the time rummaging through the bandit's goods. There was plenty of food, or at least enough to get them by. It seemed the bandits had robbed some rich people and gotten a hold of their hooch. He began stuffing the bottles in his bag, along with a decent chunk of whatever food was still edible. He walked iver to Krylancelo just as the mage flopped back with a bloody mouth. Gothmog sat down next to him, pulling out two of the bottles of beer and wordlessly offering one to Krylancelo. With the ither beer bottle he gestured on the girl's general direction.

"She gonna be alright?"

Gothmog chuckled at the lad's reaction to alcohol even as he took a swig of his own. He stood and took the mage's hand in a firm, almost crushing grip of his own.

"Well met Krylancelo, I am Captain Gothmog Bloodsail. Thank yoi for tending to her wounds, I am excellent at inflicting them, but my ability to fix them is limited to the mundane, so it is thanks to you that she does not physically suffer any longer. Once she awakens we can find that information, but we should be careful in telling her family, they may wish to burn her or shove a stake through her heart. But if they do, I know of a gnome who may be able to assist us with our problem."

He had no problem with vampires that did not try to kill him, several of them could be right pleasant folk in fact, satisfying their blood lust with farm animals or the fruits of the forest.

"Aye, I can help you protect the lass. You aren't well acquainted with combat are ye lad?"

He shook his head at the request to get some sleep. Years of being at sea had all but eliminated his need for significant amounts of sleep, and the alcohol tended to help with that.

"You go first lad, all that magic use wore you out. I do not need much sleep anymore. I will wake you when it is your turn."

Captain Bloodsail would not wake either of them until they wakened on their own. A decent-length midday nap had provides the sleep he needed to function for a couple of days at least. He sat with his one eye on the entrance to the cave while his hands wittled away at a piece of wood he had found in the back of the cave. He whittled it down to the proper size of a wooden stake that could fit inside his crossbow. There was no sense in taking any chances with the vampire, he did not think she would become violent, but being prepared never hurt anyone.

He hummed a sea shanty to himself as he whittled, and once the stake was done he pulled out a piece of hardtack and some salted pork, chewing on it an effort even for him. These bandits may have had good booze, but their food options were crap. A pile of bottles would slowly pile themselves up next to where he sat, perfectly balanced so long as noone touched it.

"Vampirism can not be cured, except by the most powerful of necromantic or holy magics from what I have heard. And you clearly mistake me for some kind of human, orcs need not the sleep that the pink skins do. I am quite possibly more rested than you are in fact. That brief fight with the bandits gave me enough energy for a week. Pity there wasn't more of them to beat around, though it is probably best for our friend there that there was not."

His words were true, in spite of the massive pile of bottles next to him and the obvious lack of sleep over the past half a day, the Orc Captain did not seem tired in the slightest, in fact he even seemed cheerful, an emotion that was terrifying in its own right.