Malaghor the Dark Omen and his guard marched forward through the cave tunnel. Ziegfried readied himself to spring into action. Heinrich and Wealdmar were nearby in another tunnel preparing their own joint ambush.
Ziegfried leaped out from his perch, tumbling through the legs of the slow Beastigors and Gorebulls defending Malaghor. He ended his roll with a strike from his frozen dagger against the Bray Shaman. Malaghor cried out in pain as his blood froze in the wound on his chest. The entire entourage turned and focused on Ziegfried just as the vampire had intended. The Viscount had been preparing a new technique for years and now he had the perfect audience to test it out on. He stood up and flared out his cape while he stared Malaghor in the eyes. An overwhelming and terrible presence exuded from the vampire and the beastman could do nothing but watch. Each was held captive by the dark, splendid sight in front of them. Ziegfried had reached a new pinnacle of being that no vampire in existence before him ever had.
He looked so good it literally hurt to behold him.
Malaghor, to his credit, instantly seized and moved the one Beastigor unable to the see the Viscount with a hand gesture to act as his own personal shield. The unwitting creature received the full force of the physic blast meant for its master. Its eyes rolled back into their sockets while blood drained from his nostrils. Overcome by Ziegfried’s splendor the Beastigor and his kin broke out into seizure. As if on cue, they all unceremoniously dropped dead together. The Gorebulls and the others would survive but were staggered and immobilized by the ordeal. Ziegfried smiled at the outcome. If only the others could see him at his glorious best. Sadly, it wouldn’t be safe for any one to see him right now. He was like a raging sun…
Suddenly, Ziegfried realized in horror that Heinrich and Wealdmaer had gone in ahead of him. He turned and saw them both caught like moths to a flame. There was still time, though, to mitigate the damage to his companions. Ziegfried gathered all his strength together and focused. Through sheer force of will he cut off his magnificent outpouring towards the Warden and Wight King. Ziegfried thought he might as well have capped an erupting volcano. Holding back his own charisma at its peak was the hardest thing he had ever done.