While everyone's busy, you'll visit Bathory and your old haunt

Unfortunately, until everyone got the heck out of the bathroom and stepped out of the castle, there was no way to change your class or enact any real changes on the castle, other than just physically moving things around. Half of this stuff in the castle was just junk you planned to replace or spruce up with your fame once you got the chance, preferably with something that matched your charming pumpkin physique. Vampires were all well and good, but this place had come under new ownership!

Well... not yet. You still couldn't claim it until your girls finished in the bathroom.

As you racked your brain for something productive you could do in the mean-time, the obvious answer came to you: somebody needed to inform Bathory of what had happened. Not only that, but also, if you were at your old crypt, you could class change! It was even possible something in that class change would benefit you from getting around to it sooner rather than later, like a buff to EXP or bonus stats. Perhaps you'd even get legs that you didn't have to spend your constitution to use? The possibilities were endless! It was a great reason to go see the vampire who you'd placed in charge of your first dungeon, meager as it was. You wondered how she'd react at hearing that you were just about finished conquering the old vampire castle... Would she be pleased at your competence, or offended that you'd usurped her old spot?

You summoned your ghost over and told him what you intended to do. Could he comprehend what you were telling him? You'd never heard him speak words... However, he'd been competent enough to open that two-way portal that nabbed you from the cabin and deposited you here. That seemed like a pretty good indicator that he ought to be able to follow instructions. To help with illustrating your desire, you pulled out a crumpled map in one of your sappy vines and jabbed at the spot a few times showing your face, in the caves where you'd began your life. You asked him if he understood.

"Uwoooooooaaaaaah!"

That would have to suffice for yes. Already beginning to rethink your decision, you stared at the blue portal slowly forming in space, appearing before you in an oblong swirl of glowing, ethereal mystic-ness. You motioned for the ghost to follow you, then made your way through. The ghost staying with you would seem to be essential for the sake of teleporting back once you were finished.

At first, you thought the ghost had gotten it wrong. He'd plopped you down in some other world with a second vampire castle, clearly... After all, the place you'd returned to looked nothing like your crypt at all. When you finished peeking your vines through the portal, you ended up in an unfamiliar location that contained not even a single familiar pumpkin adornment or shabby zombie to greet you.

The area was still a crypt, at least, rather than another vampire castle or something, but Bathory's renovation had been as complete as one could make such a project. Instead of a throne room, plopping yourself down in the same coordinates had resulted in you standing in a lengthy, winding burial cavern, with hollows on each wall to allow coffins to slide in. The heavy, wooden coffins that couldn't fit within those alcoves instead stood, lined up against the spacing of the walls. You doubted all of these were occupied by undead creatures... but if even a fraction were, you could only imagine how much fame Bathory had spend building this place up.

When one of the coffins slowly slid open, you nearly jumped in your black leather. The vampire who emerged with dramatic slowness set your mind at ease, while disturbing you in other ways. This crypt-dweller was a tall female with silver hair, loose around her gray-eyed face, but none-the-less gorgeous in the same way Bathory's was. She wore light armor, black in color, with jagged edges... the kind of thing Evilward would love to be allowed to wear. A long, straight sword hung at a scabbard upon her back. Although she'd exited the coffin with one hand on its hilt, she quickly dropped the hand upon seeing your carved visage. "Pumpkin Lord Ickibod! You've returned. I was prepared to levitate you into the inner sanctum, and yet, it seems my services are not needed..." She gave a quick bow, dropping to one knee. You'd never seen a minion show you such respect before... at least not in a dignified way. The Trickster probably intended to come off this way too.

Blinking your triangular eyes curiously, you scanned the vampire's stats...

Level 20- Vanda, the Vampire Noble
Monster, Vampire, Explicit

Level 20! That meant she was stronger than you, even though she was just the first vampire minion you happened to have stumbled upon when you came here. Luckily, her color indicated her as friendly... that meant that she was your minion. Still, just by her gender, you knew she wasn't one of the original vampires you'd left here. Did she really belong to Bathory or to you...?

Her continued reverence implied you must have some sway with her. "It would be my honor to show you to Lady Bathory. Please, follow this way," the vampire began, swishing her blood-red cape in a needlessly cool way that again would have infuriated Evilward. Even as you were still trying to get to know Vanda-- awkwardly asking questions about her role here or how she got so strong, more vampires came out of the woodwork, emerging from coffins and halls in the maze-like burial tomb. "You humble me with these inquiries, my Lord. I am but one of milady's many servants. I'm assigned to the crypt's entrance for the sake of repelling intruders, due to my combat specifications. I am among the strongest vampires here, next to milady herself. I'd prefer to work by milady's side, but it is not my lot to complain; I serve faithfully to protect your crypt from would-be grave-robbers."

You wondered if you should point out that, despite decorations, this cave wasn't a grave for anyone, unless you counted that first vampire you'd summoned and allowed to be fried by sunlight. Still, being spoken to so respectfully was a great change of pace. Even Bathory had mostly dropped those courtesies once you'd shown her your underhanded tactics, although the two of you seemed to end off on good terms. That made you wonder: had she told any of her minions how she came to serve you?

... You suspected not. As you passed the tombs and entered the fancy part of the crypt, you witnessed something that nearly made you burst out laughing: a long, artful portrait of your meeting with Bathory in stages. They clearly depicted her leaving her castle in search of you and painted you as some liberator of Halloween monsters, leading them into a glorious new life of freedom from their previous unfavorable roles. The series of paintings ended with one of you and Bathory respectfully shaking hands, meeting each other's eyes. She'd made you look as noble as a pumpkin in raggedy peasant clothes can look. Nowhere, however, was there any painting depicting the true events: that you'd tricked her, sapping her EXP while fucking her silly after a series of goofy contests involving your adventurer cultists.

Come to think of it, your cult was barely pictured at all. You wondered if the others would be annoyed about that. The only few times they showed up, they were kowtowing to you. They'd definitely be annoyed about that.

Finally, you met Bathory; in the course of a day, she'd changed out of the maid uniform you'd ordered her to wear and dressed back into her classic clothes, looking like vampire royalty once again. Unlike Vanda, her womanly curves were displayed by her choice of dress, with a low-cut bodice and pushed up bosom. Her hair, combed away from her face in waves, made her look perfectly comfortable in this setting. It was a far cry from the sex-weary, sap-covered face you remembered seeing when you defeated her... "Thank you, Vanda. Oh, Pumpkin Lord, it is so good to see you again. Do you like what I've done with the place?" she questioned, gesturing around herself with a small, fanged grin.

You took another look around... The place actually looked better than the castle now. It had abundant shadows for vampires to use, while having all sorts of classy elements that an elegant vampire like herself would crave, such as chandeliers, dining tables, chalices full of blood, chains to hook thralls all around the walls, and that sort of thing. You imagined a little further in you'd find the throne room, treasure room, bedding, and prison, but likely expanded from their original forms. You asked how in the world she afforded all of it.

"Ah, well, my name is a common brand among adventurers. I make fame in my sleep," she chuckled into one hand. "Even now, I'm collecting more. Plus, I've defended this crypt a few times from that buzzing Town Watch you upset earlier."

That sounded awfully convenient! What a great vampire you'd taken to your service. Eagerly, you asked her to relinquish control over the tomb back to you so you could see everything at once.

"Ah, I've named you an ally of the Countess, my friend. You can access any facility you like."

Aaaand there it was. You asked what she meant by "an ally of the Countess." This was your land, right?

"... Well, there are pieces of it that are still yours," Bathory answered, pausing to take a deep drink from a wine chalice she'd carried down the steps with her. She raised one finger to signal you to wait while she said her peace. "I've expanded your cult grounds so thoroughly that most of the facilities here are only applicable to a level 30 or higher boss monster. I could give you back those few rooms, but, well... your minions all swore their loyalty to me, specifically, after I granted them upgrades and perks. The other minions I created myself. Do not worry! You and I will be great allies. Thick as thieves."

Dammit! That reminded you... There'd been a message about how Bathory couldn't officially be made your minion because her level was too high. You wondered if you were going to run into that problem with the other Halloween monsters in the forest too... If so, you might end up making a lot of these alliances, rather than actually recruiting monsters into your dungeons...

Speaking of those monsters, you asked if she'd found a bat somewhere in here.

"... A bat? Please, be more specific," Bathory chuckled, gesturing at Vanda next to you. Vanda raised one eyebrow, not understanding the implication that the crypt was literally full of various vampires capable of taking bat form.

You clarified: a Halloween Bat, specifically. Apparently, there'd been one sharing the caves with you. He ought to be level 1 now.

"I'm sure he's here somewhere, but you'll have a hard time picking him out from the minion bats. I haven't gone through and vetted them all."

It didn't really matter for now. If he was in here, he'd probably be safer than anywhere else, including the castle you planned to construct. You had half a mind to just hole up here for the rest of the event Noah had warned you of... Nobody in the world was strong enough to break into this place, as far as you knew. Even the stronger adventurers like Crowmaster and Pike were nowhere near the right level to handle several level 20 vampire nobles, other lower level vampire thralls, and who knows what other monsters and traps. Still, you couldn't just defend yourself; you had a moral imperative to help the other monsters all throughout the world, especially now that Bathory had literally painted you as some kind of savior of Halloween monsters and bridge between humanity and monster-kind.

"So how did everything go with the castle?" Bathory questioned next, motioning for you to follow her into the back room. Only just now did she realize that you were capable of moving on your own. "How splendid! You've become a fine pumpkin." She kept her face away from you, with her hands crossed behind her back.

You told her you were actually about ready to become a fine something else, actually. Stretching your vines was nice and all, but you had a full-blown class change ready to go!

"Oh? Well! Yes, that does sound invigorating. Let's hurry to that inner sanctum then."

She really was acting strangely... it was hard to make sense of. Still, slinked along after her, while spinning your head to see if Vanda's expression would tip you off to what was happening. It didn't; the stone-faced warrior vampire simply turned her head to look into your carved expression, raising a quizzical eyebrow as she wondered why you were staring at her instead of the lady of the crypt.

Finally, you reached the inner sanctum. As you expected, all of your pumpkin decorations had been swapped out for bats and vampire decor. You had to take offense and immediately whined to Bathory about it.

"Ah, yes, well... You see... The Haunted Castle has no roof. It seemed a poor place for me to dwell. So, to me, it seemed only sensible that this be my new dwelling from now on while you would get the castle."

Yeah, but with all of this, surely she could make a roof, right? Was there some reason she wanted you to have the Haunted Castle and she wanted the crypt?

"Let's not discuss it in front of Vanda..."

No, you wanted Vanda here! What was it she couldn't say in front of Vanda, hm? Hmmmm?! Only just now did you realize that you hadn't stopped crawling after Bathory, even after reaching the inner sanctum; Vanda was having to clatter armor to keep pace behind you, wearing an increasingly uncomfortable expression that showed she had just as little clue what was going on as you.

"Come on, Ickibod! I wanted to show you the renovations in this room," Bathory spoke meaningfully, clenching her eyes tightly shut and beaming in a way that somehow seemed ominous. The room she was trying to drag you into was the bedroom you'd made up earlier, although you highly doubted your pumpkin orgy bed you'd only managed to break in once before was still in there. The vampire countess grabbed your arm vine and yanked hard; hard enough to rip it out, actually. You began to ooze sap and popped out another spellbook. "... I thought your constitution was higher?"

That was all part of the long story you had to tell. At any rate, you were getting kind of worried. You wrapped some tendrils around Vanda's body, trying to use her as a post to stop yourself from being dragged away. Finally, the vampire lifted you both via telekinesis, drawing stutters of confusion from her subordinate vampire, then pulled you both inside.

The bad news: your pumpkin bedsheets were all gone.

The good news: they'd been replaced with equally erotic, over-sized double beds with tall headboards and red, velvet sheets, piled with cushions. It looked like somebody still planned to have an orgy in here, just a more tasteful one. The dangerous candles piled all around the room had been replaced with lit braziers along the walls, but the light was still rather low. "Alright, Ickibod. I know you have things you need to talk to me about, but there are things that I need to lay out for you first. For starters: I think we need to give each other some space."

You and Vanda both stared blankly, not understanding where this was coming from. You'd only met Bathory a day ago and furthermore hadn't seen her for nearly a day longer. What was she talking about?

"Look... I'm the highest ranking vampire in all of the land. I have a reputation to uphold. And when I'm around you, I'm consumed by certain... feelings. Feelings which are unbecoming for a noble vampire such as myself."

You raised the tips of your triangular eyes, then leaned forward towards her. Love? Was she in love?!

"No, silly. ****. I feel a powerful need to take **** for the indignity that you visited upon me earlier," she complained, crossing her arms and frowning. "Not a word of this to anyone, Vanda."

"A-A word of what, ma'am?" Vanda questioned, still entirely uncomprehending of the past events that Bathory was referencing.

"I am not a petty vampire that values notions like ****, Ickibod! For that reason, I need you to take the castle-- which I now bequeath to you-- and I will keep this crypt. We will work together as an alliance to defend them. I will happily lend you whatever minions your level permits you to take on loan, assuming that you outfit the castle with a nice roof so they don't simply fry to ****. But as long as you remain here, I won't be able to stop thinking about..."

Sex, you asked?

"****!"

At this point, Vanda held one hand over her mouth, arching her eyebrows curiously. It was apparent to her that the situation was far different than she'd originally envisioned it, with both of you pointing towards some particularly raunchy past event she wasn't privy to. "Lady Bathory, am I to understand that you and Sir Ickibod had some sort of contest in the past? A... battle, in which you were overcome? Did he... subjugate you during that battle?"

"H-He didn't subjugate me! Well, he did. But only because I was over-generous with the terms of the agreement," Bathory defended. "The only way to make it right now is for me to defeat him in a fairer version of the same contest! Ickibod, I demand that you fuck me for a second time!"

As Vanda stared, wide-eyed, you deliberately paused for a moment, then waved one of your frankly vestigial scarecrow arms, urging her to explain what was different this time around. She wanted to fuck you with what special conditions? Were there any new rules, or was it anything goes?

"Oh, right... Yes! This time, whoever reaches orgasm first loses! The last match was particularly unfair because you were free to release gobs upon gobs of that sticky sap all over my body, inside my throat and both of my holes-"

"L-Lady Bathory! You are saying... that you and Sir Ickibod were... intimate?!" Vanda asked, trying to understand the information she was being given.

"No! Well, sort of! Only for that one engagement! That's why it's important that we do this a second time and this time without any cheating or tricks! Just try to wriggle that vine into my pussy and pump it into my ass, or shoot it into my mouth, Ickibod! I'll have you shooting sap so quickly, I'll make you agree to anything that I ask!"

... Hanging around with so many role-players had gotten you pretty accustomed to the act of reading subtext through the bravado of someone's over-inflated threats and character-building dialogue. It seemed pretty damn apparent to you that Bathory just wanted to be fucked again. The jury was still out on whether Evilward really wanted that **** she was always talking about, but if Bathory wanted it, all she had to do was destroy you with her level 34 vampire powers and her army of minions. You two had left on pretty good terms last time and it was probably just embarrassing for her to admit to her other minions that she was that randy; for that reason, she'd made that fancy portrait and tried to paint you as some great hero instead of a lowly pumpkin. In fact, you'd probably been her first fuck. You wondered if she'd ever even tried it with another vampire or humanoid yet... You kind of hoped she had. It was nice to think that you were so good with your vines, you managed to overcome all the well-dressed, lordly male vampires you passed on your way here.

You told Bathory you'd be happy to accept her "challenge," but at the same time, you had a lot you needed to talk about. You asked if she'd mind a little deep pillow talk during and after.

"But of course."

Vanda stepped forward, placing a hand upon her leader's shoulder. "Milady, if I may- it sounds like Sir Ickibod deserves no less than the full of your power, even in a contest such as this. I have yet to grab the full relationship between the two of you, but if I can assist in any way, I'd like to. Please rely on my strength... if truly a pumpkin is fit to rule over vampire-kind, I would see it for myself."

Your head told you that accepting that condition was a terrible idea, but your surging plant equivalent of a dick told you "no, stupid, that's actually a great idea." You eagerly bobbed your pumpkin head, telling Vanda to get in on it. Bathory raised one finger to object, then seemed to decide that it was okay after all.

The armored vampire narrowed her cold, gray eyes and tilted her chin. You could tell she wanted to call you pompous for accepting such a handicap, but she didn't object. "If you can cause the both of us to soil ourselves before you shoot a single ounce of sap, that would be quite a feat. I wonder if any mortal could possibly be up to such a task?" she questioned, raising one eyebrow in that skeptical expression she'd adopted many times since you'd seen her. Blessedly, she began to remove that fancy armor of hers, while Bathory coaxed you into the bed, wearing a smile that seemed much more amorous than vengeful. You hadn't come here for anything more than class changing and delivering a warning, but hey, this was seeming like a great bonus!

Speaking of great bonuses, you actually had a class change you were free to use. You begged the two vampires to give you a moment to decide on one. It would make the "challenge" all the more thrilling, you were certain of that much.

"That does sound exciting," Bathory agreed.

"Milady... You may be underestimating him again," Vanda murmured, though it was not in her nature to second-guess the countess. Her armor continued to come disassembled, piling up on the floor next to the bed. She'd stripped down out of the black armor and chain-mail now, so that she wore only the dark brown leathers underneath, covering her full body up to her chin. You watched with eager candles as she started to un-lace the leather suit down from her neck... you could tell that underneath, her body was built and muscular with a toned abdomen and biceps, but still with very curvaceous legs and hips. You were probably lucky you weren't being asked to face her in combat... she looked like she'd probably be a pretty good fighter, even absent any kind of vampire tricks or magic. Her muscle-tone and athletic build was a nice contrast to Bathory's smooth, lady-like skin and graceful posture.

Bathory continued to go further, removing not just her dress, but the lacey black undergarments beneath as well, until she was as nude as the day you'd defeated her. Vanda's gray face blushed darker as she stripped down to the same state, revealing a less thoroughly groomed patch of pubic hair above her pussy, as well as her splendid, firm breasts and ass. "This pumpkin surely has a way of... getting into one's head," she admitted. "But for the honor of Lady Bathory, I won't lose to you."

You hadn't even done anything yet! This horny vampire countess and noble did this to themselves... You noticed you were getting more manipulation EXP without even trying.

Vanda led the charge; once you'd climbed into the bed, she shook her wild, white hair about her shoulders, then grabbed one of your vines in two strong fists and began to kneed it, far harder than one could get away with squeezing a dick. Luckily, yours was no ordinary dick! With your considerable constitution, you had to admit... it felt pretty good, in a masochistic sort of way. She rubbed her palms up and down the length and twisted, watching it throb with a stoic frown frozen on her face. A book had already flown out and clattered down next to her armor, but she simply ignore it and kept squeezing.

While she kept this up, you started to tell Bathory about the castle, Noah, the event, and all that... but it was pretty hard to focus on Vanda's handjob, the details of the story, and deciding your new class. You asked the countess to hold that thought, then instead turned your attention to trying to decide on a new class. You felt like you might need it... Vanda might not have a lot of sexual technique, but it was still going to be plenty to extract your sap if you didn't start hitting her erogenous zones yourself soon. What were your options?

Halloween Scarecrow: A class with greater mobility and the ability to "mimic," entering stealth in plain sight. Trades constitution for dexterity and focuses on stealth attacks. Loses Loot Monster, Immobilized, Magic Resistance, Heal Resistance, and MP regeneration.

In the past, this one would have sounded truly blessed. The ability not just to move around but to do so dexterously could have been a huge boon. However, nowadays, you got around just fine... and this class would **** you to trade off all sort of factors that made you special. Constitution was one of your most reliable features these days, protecting you from attacks like Jezlee's hammer strikes. You weren't about to lose that just for the sake of moving a little quicker and hiding better.

Halloween Treant: A class with higher constitution and greater vine manipulation. Increases constitution even further at the cost of intelligence. Immobile. Loses Loot Monster, Magic Resistance, and Heal Resistance. Lessens MP regeneration.

This one would have the advantage of even more survivability... you wondered how you could be any more survivable than you already were? Still, this one was immobile again. You'd finally learned how to pull up your stake! You weren't going to give up your mobility by putting actual roots into the ground.

Halloween Pumpkin Lord: A class that retains the ordinary features of a Pumpkin-Head, while gaining greater intelligence and a wider variety of spells, including dark attacks and telekinetic magic. The growth of intelligence and constitution is higher, compared to the ordinary Pumpkin-Head.

... This seems like the obvious answer, right? All the same, but more of it? But no way! You can't pick a class called Pumpkin Lord! You can't be "Pumpkin Lord Ickibod the Halloween Pumpkin Lord!" You're just going to forget this class exists and never tell a soul about it.

Halloween Silver Pumpkin: A class that retains the ordinary features of a Pumpkin-Head while gaining greater intelligence a wider variety of spells, including ice attacks. This creature additionally drops ultra rare gear, excluding weapons.

... This was the last option. Besides giving you more intelligence, this one would allow you to use some ice magic. The main feature, however, seemed to be that it made you an even more appetizing loot monster. At first, you were repulsed by the idea... However... Those books of yours had come in mighty handy over your lifespan. What if the gear you could obtain was just as powerful as the books you dropped? With your cult behind you, this could actually be the best choice, from a tactics perspective. Plus, those first two weren't even pumpkin-themed any more (and the third one didn't exist, remember)! Nobody would recognize your Cult of the Pumpkin any more if there wasn't a pumpkin leading it. You decided that the Silver Pumpkin was the best of your options.

For just a moment, you shined with a brilliant light. Vanda dropped off squeezing you and held up two hands in front of her face, as though thinking you were making some sort of counter-attack by trying to blind her. Bathory, on the other hand, watched excitedly. They both seemed a little let-down once the light faded and you looked exactly the same, only with a very shiny, silver pumpkin forming your head. You didn't feel any goo in there any more... There were still candles inside, but the flames were blue now. It felt like your head was one big gem-stone... Your face was about as expressive as usual, at least, allowing you to wiggle your eyes or the corners of your mouth.

"... Is that really the best option you had?" Bathory questioned, lowering her eyebrows critically. "It doesn't exactly inspire... ahem... 'feelings of ****.'"

You told her that you were really thinking about the long-term right now and that she didn't need to worry about it. For now, she and Vanda should just focus on tag-teaming you. You'd take them two on one!

"Pride cometh before the fall," Vanda sighed.

And vampire cometh before the pumpkin! It was time to show these two what you had up your sleeves...

Shooting sap was lots of fun; you'd never actually tried to not do it before. It turned out... it was pretty damn difficult! You struggled to keep your composure as Bathory held your newly cold, jewel-like pumpkin against the headboard and ran her tongue around your mouth, while bucking her hips up and down upon one of your tendrils, using that greatest womanly asset of hers to sheath your tendril and spur you to orgasm. With your ghostly voice, they'd definitely hear it once it was ready to boom out, if they didn't feel your sap shooting out first. "Hm hm hm... You don't seem so high and mighty now, Ickibod. And here I was, just getting started. That's fine... once you cum-- and lose-- I'll be happy to let you cum as many times after that as you like. I'm a gracious master~" She planted another kiss on your carved jaw, then ran her tongue along the vine hidden beneath your straw at the neck. Like an overenthusiastic fellatio artist mindless of pubes, she now had bits of straw stuck around her ruby-red lips.

Vanda had grabbed all of the vines she could under her arms, in the crooks of her legs and even in her mouth, to service as many of your vines as possible. Rather than servicing, it felt like she was just trying to squeeze the goo out of them. Amazingly, she'd fought off your vines from actually entering her so far, and not for lack of trying! Each time your vines got close to her, she used a somewhat weaker version of Bathory's teleportation magic to move the tendrils away, causing you to slap yourself uselessly. Your constitution was way too high to take a hit from this treatment by this point, but still, the bed was now littered in books and random gear pieces that you couldn't name. She spit out one of your vines, then gave you a fierce grin. "How is that, Pumpkin? I never suspected your alliance with milady was born of trickery, but it's clear now that's all it was. You should be honored she lets you use her valued womanhood, but I hardly feel that you deserve the pleasure of two vampire women. I could finish you off all by myself!"

Oooof! She was probably right! You felt all of your tendrils throbbing as you struggled not to cum before either of your adversaries could. You knew that the main thing Bathory was after was just sexual satisfaction-- and she seemed to be getting that-- but she probably wouldn't turn her nose up at avenging her old loss either. Was there anything you could use to turn the tables on them and ensure that you remained the leader of your own cult? Did you even want to? Releasing all of your sap into Bathory's pussy and Vanda's ass at the same time would be a heavenly relief to you at this point. You realized the truth now more than ever: as an explicit Pumpkin-Head, every vine on your body was, to a greater or lesser extent, like a human's dick. Having two vampires work on you at once was just unfair! You needed a way to hasten these vampires to their sexual downfall!

Oh, and you should also probably finish up so you can warn them of the life-threatening danger on its way. Right. That too.

((Hey all! Thanks for reading this far. Here's a little sketch of the premier cultist, Pike, I wanted to share. I'll put it in as a link since I know some people would rather not load pictures. Happy reading! Click here to view that pic ))