Who Dat Vampire?

The Vampire rose from his throne and surveyed the group before him.  Raising his left hand a pillar of violet smoke swirled to the floor.  A sea of spawn gnashed and leaned into the adventurers.  They were surrounded.  The only possible escape route would be back down the tunnel.  The pillar of smoke grew thicker and began to take shape.  Nera knew that any escape down the tunnel would end with a quick fall to their death.  There was no way that they could outrun this large of a mob.  She gritted her teeth as the smoke pillar settled into the form of a large Mastiff.  It glared with red eyes and white teeth. 
     "I understand what will happen here today."  The Vampire addressed the party.
     "Lord Kincep wishes that you remove yourself from his property."  Auren stepped forward.
     "We must fight until one of us is no more." he smiled.  At this the surrounding spawn began to howl with excitement. 
     "Who are you?" Auren inquired.
     "That is not important, but if you must know I have been known as Lord Tindross." he bared his fangs.  "The only way we will leave is through defeat.  Only one of us will leave alive today."
     "If we win you are to leave this area and not return." Auren commanded.   
     "I can agree to those terms but I must warn you, if you attempt to leave through those doors before we are finished, it will be fatal."  Again the spawn danced with pleasure.
     "Things would be much better were it a fair fight." Auren claimed as he looked around him.
     "Not to worry, this will be between your group and me.  They will not attack before we are done."  The Mastiff shoots his gaze to the ceiling and bays.  A tingling tears through Foxes brain followed by a ringing.  Screams ring out behind him as Phae and Pas frantically scramble through the army of spawn.  They appear to be scared beyond reason.  He turns back to the throne as the Mastiff disappears in a puff of smoke.
     At once Auren and Groth lunge at Lord Tindross missing with their attacks.  The Vampire's fury turns to Auren, who sustains a hefty blow, then Tindross vanishes.  The group takes turns swinging at the air.  Fox could sense his presence but not his exact location. 
     In a flurry the Mastiff appears in front of Raddick, ready to attack, he slices the beast and brings it to the ground.  The group readied themselves for Trindross to reappear.  Torch light flickered and danced throughout the chamber casting hundreds of shadows.  The effect caused the mob of spawn to look more than double it's size.
     In a flash of smoke Tindross appeared next to Groth drawing an attack from nearly every member of the party.  Groth landed a heavy blow on the fiend as Fox nimbly slipped up behind.  As Auren loosed an arrow Fox unfurled the portable hole and slapped it on the ground under Tindross' feet.  All attempts failed as Tindross blinked out of sight again. 
     On their guard the party waited.  At intervals the crunching of bones could be heard above the murmur of spawn. 
     In a far corner Phae comes to.  His breath was quick and deep.  Garments soaked in sweat.  A feeling of complete terror still resonated within him.  He looked across the chamber as Lord Tinross emerged near Groth.  On instinct he loosed a volley of missiles which made contact with the creature.  Groth complemented the attack with a direct set of blows from his sword of speed.  Lord Tindross leaned back on his heels.  Thick black infected blood oozed from his wounds.  Sick puddles formed below him.
     "Oh, the glory of battle," he grinned, "to receive such a challenge from mere children."  He seemed smug about the beating that he had received.  His grin grew wider as his eyes affixed on to the green monster.  Groth tilted his head and furrowed his brow at the vampire.  The grin quickly faded into pure anger as his attempts to control the giant were unsuccessful.  With the blink of an eye he is again invisible. 
     After overcoming his fears Pas wanders back into the battle.  Looking quite stunned he stared at the floor.  A pile of bones rested near the far wall.  A femur rolled to the floor and Pas looses an arrow.  A howl rang out as the arrow hit.  Following the momentum Phae launches fire on the same pile of bones. 
     "Yield!" cried Lord Tindross. 
     Readied in action the group hold their weapons tight.
    "I ask you to yield and we will leave here." whimpered the beaten Vampire.  Making himself again visible he stepped down from the pile.

WILL THEY  YIELD?  WILL THE MANSION BE HEALED?  WILL FOX ASK HIS SWEETHEART OUT TO THE BIG DANCE?  Tune in next time to find out...