Sarga the Vampire Lord
Long dead hands clasped an ancient staff, a gaggle of grisly undead creatures fawned at the feet of their master, each begging to be the first to bring the blood of those who would defy their master to his lips.
“No, that is unnecessary, I am Sarga, I can do this myself,” a voice, a voice older than some civilizations, croaked.
“Mavnor, he is coming! Are you ready?” Chalk asked excitedly.
“As ready as I will ever be,” the druid replied.
Koram, Gnybaro, Valance and Ghervule were packing the group’s belongings hastily. Then a scratching could be heard at the door. Everyone stopped what they were doing.
“I hope you are right about this,” Chalk said to Ghervule the sorceress.
“Me too,” she said fearfully.
The door creaked open slowly. A pair of eyes glowed eerily in the dark. Chalk threw a broom across the threshold. Sarga, the Vampire Lord, snarled in frustration.
“Mavnor, get us out of here!” Chalk shouted. The druid cast a spell that opened a passageway under the earth. Koram was the last to pass through the portal. He stopped to regard the hideous creature.
“Come on, you oaf!” Chalk shouted.
The fighter descended into the earthy realm as the vampire spat at Koram.
Later, after they were sure that the Vampire Lord was far enough away Koram chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” Gnybaro asked.
“There he was, the great Vampire Lord, counting the straws in the broom before he could enter the hovel.”
Chalk shivered, contemplating what would have happened if that hadn’t worked.
Sarga the Vampire Lord
No. Enc.: 1 (Unique)
Movement: 150’ 50′
Fly: 240′ 80′
Armor Class: 2
Hit Dice: 10
Damage: 1D12, Drain Life Energy
Hoard Class: XVII
One of the greatest terrors that walks the planet (or flies the night skies), Sarga the Vampire Lord is an exceptional creature among the undead. In addition to all of the powers that are attributed to normal vampires (see Labyrinth Lord Revised page 101), Sarga deals 1d12 damage in combat with his wicked claws, can summon the Knights of Dispassion, 1d10 Ghouls or 1d4 Wraiths to do his bidding. Sarga controls a large realm through fear and tyranny, the peasants are usually too frightened to warn those entering their land about their wicked king.
In appearance Sarga almost looks pitiful, he is short, thin and a bit craven looking. The vampire tyrant dresses in black finery and has a sort of sickly air of authority about him. Large blue eyes and slicked back hair along with his protruding fangs give Sarga a strange appearance.
With all of the traditional weaknesses of vampires, Sarga has one more; various folk wisdom regarding holding vampires at bay works on him. A few peasants have stumbled across this knowledge accidentally and keep this a secret, but might be cajoled into revealing this news to strangers that they trust.