Disturbing News

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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.