Disturbing News
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.