Teaser Tuesday: A Message from Leo Kandrel #fantasy #vampires


Welcome back to Teaser Tuesday.  I’m actually really excited about this because it shows Leo Kandrel and the Fist of Durag in action.  You’ll get to see why Clyde and the other Dawn Fangs are a little worried in War of Nytefall: Eradication.  Have fun.

“My order is unsure of what to do about the Dawn Fangs,” Leo admits, a twinge of amusement slipping into his voice. Feeling hungry, he uncovers a plate of ribs and gestures for his guests to take some. “We know that Clyde was born from the destruction of our greatest temple after an attempt to steal a holy relic. He was set to be executed and the Great Cataclysm spared his life. It has also been rumored that your kind are able to breed through sex as well as biting. Heartbeats, eating food, and mating make it unclear if you should still be considered undead. Being immune to the sun has many believing that you are now blessed by Durag himself, which is why my people have held off on another crusade.”

“Then, we don’t have a problem?” the wife asks before taking a rib.

“At this time, one would risk excommunication if they wished to hunt Dawn Fangs without reason.”

“That is good news.”

“Only a warrior blessed by Durag with the power to defeat your kind would be able to hunt with impunity.”

“Yes, but nobody is strong enough to destroy Clyde.”

“For every monster, there is a slayer.”

“Is that a warning?”

The Dawn Fangs feel the hair on the backs of their necks rise an instant before Leo opens the pouch on his belt. They try to leap over the table, but a wave of vertigo washes over them and they fall to their knees. The dwarf pulls an amber orb out of the leather bag and turns it in his palm so that it catches the candlelight. An orange glow rises from its core until it is a shimmering aura that mimics the fiery sun. Holding it before him, Leo squeezes the artifact and runs his thumb along the smooth surface to fire a beam of energy at the florist. She screams as her body is coated in the magical light and the same is done to her husband when he makes a clumsy lunge at their host. The Dawn Fangs bare their fangs, which gradually lose their luster and begin to ache at the roots. Accumulating on their chests, the energy throbs in time with their rapid heartbeats and gradually sinks into their bodies. A burning pain ripples along their veins and they cough up chunks of heart that rot on the floor. Having eaten one of the ribs, the florist feels her stomach tighten and she violently rejects the undigested food. The exertion causes her to collapse onto her side while her husband finds the strength to stand, but cannot take a step towards the dwarf. He can only glare at the stone-faced priest and grip the table with enough force to splinter the polished wood.

“You might have noticed that your hearts have stopped,” Leo says before casting a minor sunlight spell. The blinding beams sap the remaining energy from the vampires, which causes the barely conscious woman to shiver. “Back to being the undead creatures that you truly are. No more masquerading as mortals and lulling us into a false sense of security. With this final test, I have become the Fist of Durag’s true wielder. Our great god bestowed upon me the mission to undo the mistakes born from his corrupted power. Please understand that I don’t do this out of hate. You are truly confused about your role in the world, so I need to put all of you back on the proper path. Otherwise, nature will no longer make sense and the sun will continue to shine on the perversions of our world.”

“Clyde will destroy you,” the man hisses before he grabs a goblet of blood. Drinking it in one gulp, he recovers enough to stop his body from trembling. “He can’t be defeated by a trinket made by a crazy priest. It will have no effect on him and your throat will be ripped open if you try. That’s if you can get away from us. My wife and I may no longer be Dawn Fangs, but it is nighttime. Our strength will return soon.”

“I am aware of the danger,” the priest admits as he blindly reaches for his mace. With a wide swing, he clips the man’s chin and causes half of the vampire’s face to rot. “My holy weapon makes the flesh of your kind appear as it should be. Dead and decaying like that of a zombie instead of clean like a mortal. Creatures such as you should never be allowed to hide what you truly are. The fact that my order is considering Dawn Fangs as blessed beings and no longer a threat is what disgusts me. As far as your precious leader, I doubt even he can stand up to the Fist of Durag’s magic. After all, they were born from the same event. One is a monster of corruption and the other a tool of purity, which was given to me for the sole purpose of erasing him from Windemere. That is how it should be. Thank you for being my final test, but I need to keep my existence a secret. I guess that is something we have in common.”

Feeling a twinge of compassion, Leo aims for the husband first, but has to quickly slide his shield onto his arm to block the man’s punch. A circular pulse rises from the enchanted disc and shoves the fist back with enough force to split the vampire’s arm down the middle. Not wanting to give his enemy another opening, the priest slams his mace against the husband’s skull, which is reduced to a rotting mess. The body thuds to the floor as Leo turns to the wife, his other hand casting a cleansing fire spell to erase the foul-smelling corpse. With her back turned to him, he is unsure if she is about to attack, so he holds his shield out front and grips the magical orb in his fist. The priest’s mace rises slowly as he licks his lips and nervously watches the eerily still figure that is no longer breathing. Bringing his arm down, the dwarf curses when he feels his weapon pass through empty air and leave a dent in the floor. The illusionary florist vanishes while he turns to watch the window twist and reveal that it has been opened. Knowing that the depowered Dawn Fang has probably left Vorgabog and will be impossible to catch, the dwarf goes about packing his belongings.

“Guess it’s time to move on again,” Leo says to himself. Holding up the Fist of Durag, he is temporarily mesmerized by its beautiful color. “Yes, I know it is not yet time for us to meet, Clyde. For now, we will remain a rumor in his world. So is the will of Durag whose power he dares to claim and corrupt.”

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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6 Responses to Teaser Tuesday: A Message from Leo Kandrel #fantasy #vampires

  1. Good teaser, Charles.


  2. L. Marie says:

    Very exciting! Nicely done!


  3. V.M.Sang says:

    An excellent teaser, Charles.


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