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'''Title: Disturbing News '''

'''Author: Maximilian '''

Hail and well met! I have again disturbing
news to bring before
thee all.

As I was travelling on
the soils of the Great
Lakes shard and set
mine foot on the arctic
island to battle the rise
of the undead in the
dungeon of Deceit I
have witnessed a
strange occurrence of
which I just tell you
all.

I entered the dungeon
at night but after
entering the dungeon
cast aside
my torch and
bestowed night vision
upon me for I needed
my hands free to
defend mineself. The
spell took effect and I
was able to see the
entry and
found nothing which
hinted of a new tide of
undead as was
reported by
friends of mine.
After proceeding
futher into the halls
of the dead I was
attacked by a water
elemental. With
energy bolts and
mighty swings from
my
trusted halberd,
which was crafted by
T. Elena, I was able to
defend
mineself and banish
the elemental to its
own plane of
existance. Gathering
the loot I noticed some
undeads on the west
wing of the first
level. So I
followed the winding
corridors wich came
after a T-crossing to
the west and
prepared mineself for
battle. Due to the fact
that I had percieved
several
undead enemies I
equipped mine trusted
katana and a heater shield which I
had bought recently in
Vesper.

So prepared did i
venture forth and
engaged
the first undead as
soon as I set mine foot
into the surroundings
of a
natural cave which
was to lead me to the
cells of this old
dungeon. The
resistance was light
and without much of a
problem and did I
continue onward
until I reached the
entry to the prisoners
tract. As soon as I
couldst set
mine eyes unto the
opening hallway I
could smell the sweat
of fear from
centuries past. The
stench threatened to
make me sick but I
used my
skullcap and some
beer which was left
from yesterdays visit
at Kazola's and
I poured the beer on
the cap, wrung the cap
dry and tied it in front
of
mine nose.
So prepared
I ventured forth and
was surprised to find
the cells
empty and the place
deserted.
As soon as I came up to
the archway which
led
to the former tourture
chamber I didst not
belive mine eyes. The
entry to
the chamber was
flooding with
skeletons which did
not attack me contrary
to
my expectation.

I stood and watched
for an eternity or so I
felt. But then someone
shouted "Get him, my
children!" and the
waves of undead came
crashing into the
corridor. I tucked
away my sword and
shield and sought
protection and
blessing when the
first skeletons
crashed into me. I
drew back a bit
further and cast a
field of fire before
me and made my
armor reflecting
some of the damage
which would be dealt
to me shortly. I
rearmed myself and
stood waiting for the
skeletons to reach me.
It would be too much to
give an exact account
of the battle at this
place
but let it suffice to
say that it took some
healing power and
some more
fire fields before I
could claim dominion
over this battlefield.

At the time when
about three or four
skeletons still came at
me I heard
some horrid Screams
from the direction of
the torture chamber.
As I
methodically
destroyed the undead
skeletons the screams
changed into loud
wimpers and then
subsided all along. I
could then hear some
foul language
and some swearing
which I can not repeat
here on fear of loosing
my good
alignment when I
would take such
blasphemous words
into mine mouth. I
splintered the last of
the skeleons and
tucked away my
sword and shield. I
cast a quick healing
spell before I dared to
take a look into the
torture
chamber. There I was
confronted with the
smell of fresh blood
and sweat.
And I could see a trail
of blood leading from a
torture table to the
iron lady. Then I
beheld a figure of a
man who was inside
of this horrid
torture tool. And right
next to it I could see a
familiar figure. Black
robes, glowing violett
eyes.

Before I could walk
any further, the
black
robed mage whispered
some Words of power
and I was paralyzed.
As hard as I
struggled I could only
continue to watch
what was happening.
He shrieked
and spoke hastily to
the figure in the
spiked casket but I
could not make
out the intention of
those words. Then,
after what seemed as
an eternity to
me he pushed the door
and the casked shut
with a wet thud and
an agonzing
scream. Then the back
robed mage raised his
hands and his voice
again in a
fiery incatation and
the casket was
enulfed in a column of
fire. As soon as
the flames stopped and my vision
returned to mine eyes
I could no longer
see the mage but the
casket still glowed in a
dark red from the
heat and
the smell of burnt
flesh filled the room.

Then an incatation out
of nowhere was heard
and I was hit my a bolt
of
energy which brought
me down to my knees.
I drank a potion of
greater
healing and ran
towards the mage who
had reappeared and
drew my Katana in
stride. Before he could
finish his incantation
which would have
summoned a
demon to aid him in
his effort to reduce
me to the dust from
which I came
I could give him a good
whack with my
sword and he reeled
back and so his
concentration was
broken. He did not
seem to wear any
armor other than the
robe and so I grabbed my Katana in a
reverse grip and began
to rain blows
on him left and right.
I made him stagger
back and thru the
drops of his
blood I could see a
small bag which he
seemed to have lost in
the fray.

Then he cast a spell
and I was frozen in
my track. As soon as I
stood there
still as a tree he cast a
field of energy
between us and tried
to open a
gate. The gate opened
and he left through it
at once, sneering at me
and
cursing me with a
foul language which I
luckily only
understood in part.

I guess my appearance
must have startled
him and I thought
about the black
horsemen.



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