Two days had passed since we fended off the Vampire attack on the Rustlands. The end result felt bittersweet at best. On the one hand, we had only let two Vampires escape. But on the other hand, we'd suffered a large number of casualties ourselves. First off, effectively two-thirds of the eight hundred plus Adventurers were all killed, with almost no lower-ranked Adventurers left alive at all.
On top of that, the entirety of the Rustlands' royal family save for Prince Ocroed, soon to be king-by-default, were killed, along with thousands of civilians. Not long after I drove off or killed all the stronger Vampires, the remaining Vampire Minions, who could sense that their leaders were retreating without any warning, ended up cutting loose, doing as they pleased and wreaking havoc everywhere. They made their way to the evacuation zone and killed over thirty thousand civilians before the Adventurers finally exterminated them.
