Tearle, last of the vampire criminal syndicate known as the Barovian Sabbat died on his knees. His last words were, “Get on with it, motherfu-” as Helewynn beheaded him with the same blade she used to kill Strahd. He had said, “Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Who are you to be so eager to deal out death in judgement.”

“We’re the Sigil 6, motherfucker.”

In one of the most prudent moves in the campaign, they stuffed vampire spawn accountants (Salem and Star, which upon reading it even SOUNDS like an undead accounting firm) in their bag of holding, hoping to utilize their skills as wealth managers once they are safely at home in Sigil.

Kuru threw water on the rats as he hit them with a wand of lightning bolts. Thought that was fun. He did a sleight of hand in order to not catch his friends in the lightning’ed water.

The Innistradi Vampire Assassins struck from the shadows and as many opponents do, they struck hard but the Sigil 6 weathered that initial storm and hit back. The trio of assassins (Opal, Liam and Lucius), who I pictured as a throuple, turned to mist once the first of them took 109 points of damage and get out of the vault.

In the quiet of the battlefield, as all vampires were mist and the rat swarm was dispersed, dirt fell from the vault’s ceiling as an iron golem with a demilich in its chest stomped its way to the well-entryway to the vault and crashed into view.

“I AM ABORAZ, THE STRIDING SKULL, THE TOMB THAT WALKS. DO NOT SURRENDER! I WISH TO LEARN ALL I CAN FROM DEFEATING YOU ALL IN THE HEAT OF BATTLE.”