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A Golden Key - Festival Announcement by Kwesyther on 27 Apr 2008 : 12:28
Announcement: Dancing Moon Festival and Lockpicking Competition!
* A huge placard posted at eye-catching positions in every major and minor city of Oberin *



Announcement:

Dancing Moon Festival and Lockpicking Competition



People of Oberin! Mirith seeks the greatest lockpicker of all times! Who can open the most secured chests of all times? Who even dares to test his skills at the mysterious chest from the dragon's lair? Be it rogue, mage or tinkerer, who can open the lock that is said to only open to the proper key?



To determine the Lockpicker Idol, his majesty King Galandir of Mirith is hereby announcing



a Grand Festival,

held on the Full Dancing Moon of the Year 430 in Mirith


Expect gamblers, treasure hunts and much more! And of course, the main event will be the



Public Lockpicking Competition


There will be plenty of locks to pick, and those successful will win



the Contents of the Chest


they manage to pick. But the main prize for opening what is deemed to be the most difficult lock in all Oberin will be an additional



3 000 000 Gold Pieces!






Competition terms and conditions

  1. Everyone who wishes to enter the lockpicking competition is expected to pay an entry fee of at least 1 000 gold pieces. No refund. Possible fees for the other activities will be announced on short notice.

  2. The objective is to open a lock, not to destroy it or open or destroy the chest.

  3. The judge's decision is final.

  4. The order in which participants may try to open the lock will be decided by the judge.

  5. The winner of the main prize has to disclose his method of opening the lock to Mirith by teaching his technique to the Master Tinkerer Borigard.

  6. Members of the Mirith Vanguard and the Mirith Guards may not partake in the lockpicking competition.

  7. Mirith reserves the right to disqualify any participant from the competition.

  8. Mirith shall not be liable for any loss or damage, including death, arising from or otherwise in connection with your participation in the competition or attendance at the festival.

A Golden Key - The Chest by Kwesyther on 21 Apr 2008 : 11:48
Deep in the Mari Ranger Ruins, a chest is secured. Will they manage to safely transport it to Mirith and break its lock?
Year 430, Day 187 of the Harvest Moon. Kwesyther tells.

Transport

(Shua): Nasrith, make sure he doesn't drop it.

(Shua): If he drops anything else... it's fine. *grins*

(Nasrith): Ugh.



Nasrith Neross kept its distance from the tusker as he observed him trudging through the soft soil. While not matching the cleanliness of a nobleman, these creatures are nonetheless a majestic sight. Their size, might and sturdiness is unmatched among animals and a mere human better take care to avoid the path of their feet. With proper guidance from a skilled druid, these colossi can even give battle to dracos and dragons. As we had done on this cold and rainy day.



Nasrith was not watching the step of Shua's tame battle tusker so much as he was keeping a keen eye on the fruit of our struggles. Under no circumstances could we afford to loose this cargo carried by the animal's trunk. Hence, our group of five humans made sure to eliminate anything that was not squashed instantly by the tusker's mighty feet. The load was unusually heavy and our cleric Ormanos constantly blessed Tiny - that's the name Shua had given to his huge pet - with strength in order to ease its burden.

Retrieval

The way from the Tree Maze to Mirith was a long and exhausting one, but fortunately, the most difficult part of the journey had already been behind us. Or rather beneath us, for we had ventured into the dreaded Mari Ranger Ruins.



What had happened? When news of troubles in the Mari Ranger Ruins reached Mirith, a small team consisting of Amere, Nasrith, Ormanos, Shua, Theo and me, Kwesyther, decided to descend into the dungeon and investigate. We better had not, for we were forced to face a forest dragon of a strength so insanely gigantic that even Mirith's proud warrior Amere did not stand a chance against its furious bites. So, this was one of the powers able to route a large group of nihonjin - adventurers whose unique trait is to speak the tongue of nihongo - not long before. Unfortunately, their language is mostly alien to me and I am not in a position to tell their tale from that day. But I can say for sure that our little group was glad that they returned to take revenge on this powerful beast. With their help, we could enter the ruins.



"This place is infested now. We took it."

The dungeon was not what it used to be. New walls and compartments had been built, new torches and fires were lighting the eerie halls. Only the frenzy of fighting dracos and dragons was still the old one. It appeared that the Alliance had finally made their home in here.



There was one tiny chamber that sparked our interest. Guarded by a few brigands, it contained a heavy chest, the mysterious note quoted above and other equipment common among the outlaws. Despite being a master at locks, Nasrith was unable to open this chest that seemed to be belong to one of the brigand's leaders. Furious at the thought that we were in their vault yet unable to take advantage of it, the rogue made a bold decision: "Shua, your Tusker is pulling this chest out of the Mari Ranger hall." No sooner said than done.


Lock

Finally, we arrived in Mirith.



Of course, the chest was still locked, it's not like Tiny carrying it would have magically opened it. How to get it open? Making the tusker trample it down was not an option. It was suggested that I somehow try to blast the lock open, but having no experience in the subject of arcane ward and lock manipulation, my tries were more humiliating than fruitful. Might be a fascinating area of study when old age prevents me from adventuring, though.



(Ciddia Tigg): A Tusker in the throne room...

(Ciddia Tigg): *sighs*



Ciddia Tigg, commander of Mirith's guards, arrived on the scene. But since the tusker had carried the chest, it was only fair that he was allowed to behold the splendor of the throne room. A brash fighter, Ciddia's plan to open the chest was straightforward:



(Ciddia Tigg): That's a pretty lock for sure.

(Ciddia Tigg): Nothing a good swing can't defeat...

(Ciddia Tigg): *hits locks with sword*



Of course, the predictable outcome - aside from an apparently magical shock that ran through Ciddia when her sword violently made contact - was that the chest was still locked tight. Violence is often, but not always the solution. This lock was a magical one for sure.




Borigard the Master Tinkerer was called to the scene. He was intrigued, and took a long time of inspecting and admiring the beauty of the lock and chest. For a brilliant mind like his, the most interesting problems are those that it can't solve. I knew that his great interest could only mean that



(Borigard): This thing, mister, you won't ever be able to open without the key.



He did, however, infer from tiny traces of metal in the lock that this key must be made of gold. And a golden key is what Mirith is looking for as of now.


Catch me if you can! by Kwesyther on 17 Apr 2008 : 15:18
A Brigand Mage boldly outsmarts four unsuspecting adventurers. Furious, they engage in a wild pursuit. Will the scoundrel escape their wrath?

Year 430, Day 152 of the Harvest Moon. Kwesyther tells.



Fools

(Brigand Mage): The stone.



While traveling southwest of the Great Mountains, Flingee, Sumac, Valeriana and me have been waylaid by brigands. Of course, we did not loose our heads in panic, instead we made them loose theirs in battle. They had carried a chest, but we were unable to inspect its contents for none of us was able to open its lock. We were still undecided whether we should seek the help of a skilled lock-picker, when Sumac - noble ranger of the Gestalts - descried this rogue mage approaching.



(Brigand Mage): Give it to me.



What stone? Could it be that he sought on of the Magic Stones that Flingee encountered once before? What would he do with it when he has it?



(Brigand Mage): Move.



He figured that we have not been able to open the chest that apparently contained the stone he was interested him. In a bold single word, he told Sumac to step aside. We were flabbergasted as he unlocked the chest and remove its traps in front of our very eyes. I mean, it was clear that he was outmatched 1 to 4 and de-facto captured already, why would he open the chest for us?



(Flingee): Hey! Wait!



... He just ran away. Oh, what utter fools we were!







Awakened

Of course, we were not completely brainless and tried to follow him, but he got rid of us quickly. He had outsmarted us. I tried to paralyze him, but confusingly got paralyzed myself. Did he prepare a magic reflection? Or had he cast a paralysis on me? I cannot remember hearing him uttering such a spell. Botheration!



(Flingee): Darn, we were silly.

(Sumac): Colossal blunder.

(Sumac): I'm glad the well being of Oberin doesn't depend on us...

It does.

(Valeriana): Come on, always look on the bright side of life...

(Sumac): And get blinded?



Alternating between anger and despair, we quickly settled for blind fury. We had to catch him, no matter what; if only to restore our pride.



Hunters

Sumac pricked up his ears. Flingee - being a ranger as well - kept his eyes peeled. Merging both senses, this scoundrel would not escape? Both searching through the forest, it was Flingee who exclaimed "Human to the West!".



(Brigand Mage): You again?

(Kwesyther): You little freak!



The air crackled with magical energy, ready to freeze any living being in an oppressive state of paralysis. Both me and the rogue mage tried to contain each other. I knew the value of Paralyze Field for getting out of the most terrible hell but I was still astonished how powerful it is while being on the wrong end of its effect: he froze us in place and escaped a second time.



The two brigands that had jumped to his help did not survive. But they and the wandering monsters in these lands did not make it easier to catch him. We changed plans.



(Kwesyther): Alright, this time, just kill him.

(Flingee): We could need a cleric?

(Sumac): The only thing needing healing will be him!



Avenging Angels

Our rangers ran through the forest and lead us to Welif.



(Brigand Mage): Not you again?



The brigand mage must have felt safe, since he met with a large group of brigand comrades. We had only one goal: exterminate this rat. A vicious battle ensued with him running away covered by his friends and us dispatching them and catching up again. For a moment, the mage and me were dueling with poison, but I have to admit that wizards are too darn accustomed in their defense against magic, they are better brought down with swords. Of course, the sword wielders had a hard time against the mighty Fireballs.







(Brigand Mage): * Mora Olsen N'eshra *



His comrades fallen, he ran and turned to Black Magic to summon aid. An array of rust beasts was to feed upon us, when our druid Valeriana cast a spell I will never forget: * rel des ber *. Provocation. A wizard tries to control matter itself to bring forth more and more power for destruction but in this single moment, I wondered whether I had been wrong all the time, that the druid way of subtle suggestion to the mind of a beast is infinitely more powerful. This deadly elegance. This simplicity of carnage. His rust beasts became harmless scenery for our showdown.



He was still running. And running out of healing potions. The only effect of his last Paralyze Field was that Valeriana and me could not witness him fall to the mighty staves of Flingee and Sumac.
Once upon a time ... lambs lost home by Kwesyther on 17 Mar 2008 : 01:12
Will the valiant heros defeat the evil creature that claims the home of the cute little lambs for its own?Year 430, Night between the Days 13 and 14 of the Red Moon.



Once upon a time ... little lambs lost their luscious meadow



In a forest far far away - but right here in Oberin - there was a little lamb with little limbs and fluffy fur. It enjoyed grazing on its beloved rich green pasture, but one day, disaster came and the little lamb left together with its little brethren. The exile was full of hardships and devoid of juicy grass.



Until a trio of valiant heros stumbled upon the lost flock of little lambs. They were Alys the healer with a big heart for sheep; Cadwallader the berserker with the grass green hat whose bells always jingle drolly melodies; and Kwesyther the magician who was too kind to give in to the cruel feeling of power that a spell of Poison Field amidst the poor little lambs would have given him.







Great was their astonishment to meet so many sheep and even greater was it when the little lambs with their little limbs began to tell their tale: "Bad creature! Our Home! Near a river! Many glasses there!". What on Oberin would fluffy sheep do with glasses and their sharp and pointy shards? "Um.. glass? I think it is grass.." Haha, those cute dumb little sheep, but our heroic trio didn't let on anything. What did this bad creature look like? "Big! Loud! Terrible! Green!" That could only be dragons or sludge beasts. But whatever it would be, the trio would have no fear of defeating it and giving the sheep their home back. In fact, it was a quartet now, since Takao - master of the bludgeon no jutsu - joined the valiant heros.



The place that matched the sheep's description best was the well-known meadow south of the infamous Tree Maze. Would a dragon await our heros? To be prepared, they called Amere the slayer - proud as Punch - and Immolated of a thousand arrows - leader through superior firepower - to assist in their quest. Great was their horror when they set foot on the meadow: the remaining sheep were butchered and poisoned! Oh, before Easter, it was a tragedy! Alys arrived too late to be able to help them and the death of a little lamb with the silent cry of "Help!" on the lips would haunt our heros forever. Such vile poison could only come from a dragon's acidic breath!







The six heros soon met the big and mean forest dragon responsible for the suffering of so many little lambs. He claimed the meadow "For my darling!" and would not leave peacefully, all parley was in vain. "All Sheeps are our feeds!" he roared, and it is supposed that this dragon was a savorer of lamb cutlets. Well, in human lands, dragon steak is a delicacy, too, but the dragon would not see the analogy.



A vicious battle later, the heros could savor a huge dragon steak and make a necklace out of its teeth. And the cute little lambs could enjoy the luscious grass of their meadow again and they all lived happily ever after. Well, the lambs at least, for new adventures await our heros in the looming future of Oberin.



Blood Shaman Searches for the Necromancer - Alys is Bait by Kitiana on 12 Mar 2008 : 14:25
To all the citizens of Oberin:



Many of you may already know of the events that transpired recently, or think you know. I have already seen the looks of judgement and condemnation in your eyes. I have seen the one who holds my heart in their hand behave as if I were not even there, although I should be used to that from her by now. I am prepared to accept these consequences, though. I am prepared to sacrifice everything that I am and everything that I have to see the necromancer halted.



Recently, some friends and I were helping those poor undead souls at the Lerilin cemetary find their peace. We were shocked to there encounter a Blood Shaman. He was after one thing - Marthonis. At the time, I saw no reason to protect the necromancer, or those who harbor necromancers.



I do not believe for one second that He will allow her to come to any harm. Andris will also protect it's own - but her greatest protector is the one that this Blood Shaman is seeking. He must be destroyed, before we face an entire army of bloodthirsty Bone Lords - or worse. I saw an opportunity to draw him out into the light, and I seized it.



There is a consequence that I did not foresee, however. Because of this, none will now allow me to fight by their side. I fear that when the opportunity presents itself, I will not be able to be present to attempt to slay this fiend. I fear also that others who do have the power to do so and that have the access to him will only protect him further, and his army will continue to grow. I fear that I have gotten myself ostracized from the community for nothing.



So be it. Nothing ventured - nothing gained. I place this opportunity, this choice, into your hands good people. Make of it what you will.



Following is a faithful recount of these events, so that all may know. I have nothing to hide.



-Kitiana of Mirith



(Ikabi): hi

(Amor): * hugs through fence *

(Kitiana): hey y'all!

(Ikabi):

(Percy): hey heyy! : D

(Amor): hi again Percy

Taken from Ikabi: Greater Heal Potion

(Percy): hellooo

(Kitiana): oh, ty

(Kitiana): fun at the cem

(Amor): hehe

(Kitiana): too bad those awesome bleeding moon spawns are gone

(Amor): blood shaman

(Amor): eep

(Blood Shaman): Is the necromancer present?

(Kitiana): no

(Blood Shaman): Hmm

(Amor): Who's necromancer?

(Kitiana): he is not present at this cemetary

(Amor): what's the name?

(Blood Shaman): I must find him!

(Amor): why?

(Amor): * clar bur rel *

(Blood Shaman): His pets are here.

(Amor): * clar bur rel *

(Amor): are they after you?

(Blood Shaman): Haha!

(Blood Shaman): I am after him.

(Kitiana): He was last seen at the Andris cemetary that I know of

(Percy): hey, you!

(Kitiana): but he goes where he likes

(Percy): What are you up to?

(Amor): * clar bur rel *

(Blood Shaman): Andris..

(Blood Shaman): Hmm.

(Kitiana): yes

(Percy): Hold up there

(Amor): wait..

(Amor): please

(Percy): Do you have a name?

(Blood Shaman): My name is of no concequence.

(Percy): Mine's Percy!

(Amor): yes, what's your name?

(Amor): hmm okay

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Amor): thank you.

(Percy): Yikes, you are a strong one!

(Percy): What's your goal today?

(Blood Shaman): I did not do it for you

(Amor): he's looking for the necromancer.

(Amor): yeah i know.

(Blood Shaman): He who ontrols them, must come.

(Percy): Hmm.

(Amor): but still, it attacks me.

(Percy): I wish I could ontrol something

(Blood Shaman): He come for corpses...hmm..

(Amor): the necromancer is not here.

(Percy): Hmm.

(Blood Shaman): Who wil volunteer?

(Blood Shaman): I need a corpse.

(Amor): oh dear

(Percy): Never!

(Blood Shaman): He will come.

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

That creature appears to be very strong.

(Amor): * pur *

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Amor): * pur *

(Amor): * pur *

(Amor): * pur *

You are unable to determine anything useful.

Your blue robe of resistance has been destroyed.

You are paralyzed.

(Blood Shaman): * rel des bol *

(Amor): hey

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Percy): THE WILL OF THOSE OPPOSED THE BLOOD IS GREATER THAN THE BLOOD ITSELF

(Amor): * pur *

(Ikabi): * pur *

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Kitiana): para

(Amor): stop that

(Ikabi): * pur *

Critical Hit!

(Amor): * pur *

(Ikabi): * pur *

(Ikabi): * clar ber bur *

(Blood Shaman): Hmm

(Amor): yeah he paralyzed us

(Blood Shaman): * Mora Olsen Preldian *

(Amor): Kanos be careful

(Amor): * pur *

(Blood Shaman): * Mora Olsen Preldian *

(Ikabi): * clar ber bur *

Missed!

(Amor): * pur *

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Ikabi): * pur clar *

Critical Hit!

You have been poisoned.

You have been poisoned.

Critical Hit!

You have been poisoned.

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Percy): cover me

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

You free your hands.

You must be standing near a fire.

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Blood Shaman): * flas bur des *

(Blood Shaman): I will have blood.

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Kanos): So

(Kanos): How are you doing?

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Kitiana): well here's your corpse

(Kanos): How's the weather?

(Kitiana): I guess I volunteered

(Kanos): How's your MOM?

(Kanos): YEAH I WENT THERE

(Kanos): I SAW HER LAST NIGHT BOY

(Blood Shaman): * flas bur des *

(Kitiana): hahahaha

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Kitiana): Nice, Kanos

(Blood Shaman): Come necromancer!

(Kanos): YOUR MOM ROCKS MY WORLD

(Blood Shaman): * flas bur des *

(Kanos): I <3 YOUR MOM

(Blood Shaman): You bore me.

(Blood Shaman): * Mora Olsen Preldian *

(Kanos): YOUR MOM BORES ME

(Kitiana): hahaha

(Kitiana): do you want my corpse?

(Blood Shaman): Come necromancer!

(Kitiana): here

(Kitiana): take it

(Blood Shaman): He fears me..

(Kitiana): I know you can understand me, Shaman

(Blood Shaman): Haha!

(Kitiana): you said you wanted someone to volunteer

(Blood Shaman): What do you want girl?

(Kitiana): here you go

(Kitiana): one dead body

(Kitiana): all yours

(Kitiana): have at

(Kanos): Amor heal

(Amor): what??

(Amor): * pur *

(Kitiana): ok

(Percy): Hey, SHaman

(Kitiana): will that apease you?

(Blood Shaman): I await he who takes the corpses.

(Kitiana): ahh

(Percy): Can't do the dirty work, can you?

(Amor): * pur *

(Amor): percy

(Blood Shaman): * flas bur des *

(Amor): please kill skel

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Kitiana): well he wouldn't want me

(Amor): * pur *

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Amor): * pur *

(Kitiana): he only goes after magi

(Amor): * pur *

(Amor): * pur *

(Amor): * clar bur rel *

(Amor): * pur *

(Amor): * pur *

(Blood Shaman): * flas bur des *

(Amor): * pur *

(Blood Shaman): Maybe another?

(Amor): percy he wants the necromancer

(Percy): yes!! Burnn....burn!!!

(Amor): * pur *

(Percy): All blood shall die!!

(Blood Shaman): * flas bur des *

(Amor): * pur *

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Amor): Seph!!!

(Sephfarn): LOL

(Blood Shaman): Another perhaps will bring him?

(Sephfarn): cool

(Sephfarn): let me help you Blood Shaman

(Blood Shaman): Come necromancer!

(Blood Shaman): I tire of this.

(Kitiana): I know who you should seek, if you want to catch Marthonis

(Blood Shaman): Who?

(Kitiana): there's a human woman that he visits

(Kitiana): in Andris

(Kitiana): Alys

(Blood Shaman): Oh?

(Amor): * pur *

(Kitiana): yes

(Percy): haha

(Blood Shaman): Who is this Alys?

(Percy): Die!

(Kitiana): she is the only one

(Blood Shaman): * flas bur des *

(Amor): wait percy!

(Sephfarn): let me join yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

(Blood Shaman): * bol flas *

(Amor): * pur *

(Kitiana): who may be able to help you find the necromancer

(Amor): * pur *

(Percy): Fine >: (

(Percy): *nod* Truce, mate

(Amor): he might summon creatures again, percy.

(Amor): * pur shel des *

(Amor): * pur *

(Blood Shaman): If he will not ome, I have no need to kill you.

(Amor): * pur *

(Amor): * pur *

(Blood Shaman): Tell me of this Alys.

(Kitiana): he does not come out our beck and call

(Kitiana): Andris

(Amor): LS on Ikabi!

(Llyr Merini): ?

(Amor): * pur shel des *

(Amor): * pur *

(Kitiana): that's all you need to know to find her
Three Blood Wizards attack Marali by valerquez on 10 Mar 2008 : 20:19
The Journal of a Soldier.



The Captain wearily sits down at his old ruggid desk and lets out a long sigh. His wife approaches, and lovingly unfastens his plate breast and arms while he pulls of his gauntlets. She helps him remove them, and he sits there ridgid and bare chested as she begans her incantations and the nursing of his wounds. Having finished all she can do, she kisses him softly on the cheek and quietly departs, knowing that the part she can play in his recovery is over now. Wiping his sweat from his brow, he opens a drawer and pulls out his journal. Too many entries in two little time, he thinks. He inks his pen, and begins to write.
Captain Boric and I were approached by Captain Quin at the bank. There was some general conversation. We then proceeded to the abandoned house by the temple, where more small conversation ensued.



A short while after that, whilst the three captains were gathered there, an eerie sound came on the wind, the Rangers amongst us being the first to hear it. Its message was a bit vague, but the voice eeringly sounded of danger.



The armor went on quickly and the arrows were knocked. We proceeded quickly to the western gate and found the guards slaughtered. We quickly moved into formation and I took control of the situation, advising them to remain at the gate while I scouted and lured there.



Captain Quin began saying that he had no wooden weapon, asking us if we had one.I passed him my bow. He said he wanted a stave, and I am not sure if he was given one. He then asked for arrows, of which I gave him half of what I had.



I proceeded out the gate and was immediately met by the usually array of the Blood Cults spawns. Rust beasts and Lava Spiders. I was pleased not to see any dracos. By the time I had returned back to the gate, Ronan and Casey Obliesk had joined us there. The wave that came next was enough to push us back into the city, and I had drank 11 full heal potions before I was able to manouver out of the mob.



I sensed that a few of us had fallen and pulled the creatures down towards the southern gate where I had hoped the guards had not been overwhelmed. I was pleasantly surprised. I called my men to arms and as one they began hacking down the beasts. I was overwhelmed at the gate, and when I returned Captain Quin was lecturing the guards not to use swords on rust beasts. The guards seemed terrified of him, and whilst I understood Captain Quins response, I couldnt help but look at the wide eyed terror and mix of determination on my mens faces. I comforted them as best as I could, and gave them a short pep talk. They seemed to respond well, and at once rallied again. Satisfied that the well trained battle ready soldiers were now on guard, I seized the opportunity to find Captain Boric and assist him as well as rally with him. I found him fighting many creatures in the middle of the city, and once we dsposed of them we headed back to the northern gate.



Once there we were hit by another wave that was led by a Blood Wizard. She was stronger than any I have seen yet, and we hacked and hacked and hacked at the wave of attackers. Whilst being driven back from the gate, the small number of us that were there, We were pushed into Nyatha Vaup who began to aid us to push the Vermin back. The Commander told us to take the rust beasts and she would take the spiders. She also informed us that Captain Quin had been dangerously wounded and was being tended too, I can only help Terwynn was watching over him. I have supreme confidence in her abilities.



We fought around the city for another hour and we all began to feel the weariness of the battle. Once around, the Commander ordered that I cover her whilst she took care of the blood wizard. Being a soldier under authority, I responded with a affirmative and began to carry out my duty. I went through two full rings of lightning bolt whilst protecting her, and eventually it was clear that I could do nothing more than run in circles, and I was forced to pull back.



I was glad to see Isen closer to the southern gate and we exchanged quick words thinking we were the only ones left standing. We soon met with a couple others and together we began to push towards the Commander. We met her battling some spiders and I looked at her quizzically, and she responded with a nod that the Wizard had been disposed of.



Shogun came onto the scene then and began to greet us in his usually arrogant yet pleasant manner. I have become accustomed to this, and I couldnt help but smile at his arrogant claims of greatness and fame. He however did show a gross disrespect in some things, for the Commander, and It was clear that she did not appreciate it.



Once all had been defeated we headed back to the Fort, where more little spits and spats came between shogun and the Commander. Weary from a battle, I kept very silent, not wanting to get involved lest the matter escalate. The commander attempted to hold an audience in the meeting hall, yet Shogun rushed ahead of her and took her seat refusing to move. The Commander then after warning, slew him in one quick stroke.



I was saddened in this, but I did not see an alternative. She then met us outside the hall, and thanked us for the help. I could see she was irritated. She applauded Captain Boric and Is efforts with the rest there and then proceeded to tell us that recruiting was now in our hands. She then asked us to dispose of Shoguns body and left.



I said nothing to Shogun, not wanting to aggravate him further, and let any attempts at conversation to be done by Captain Boric, who in my opinion is far more diplomatic than I am. I called for a dear companion of mine, and asked her to ressurect him, and we promptly left the room after that.



All in all, many died and I have only begun to visit the families of the slain guards who gave their lives, the most ultimate sacrifice to our freedom. It is difficult when these things happen as a commanding officer, and the weight of their lives rest heavily upon your shoulders. This moon I have lost far too many men to be anything but grim, but the responsibility of an Officer is to be strong for his men.



It was a valiant battle, fought against overwhelming odds and the characters who fought alongside of us are worthy of much honor. I believe I shall plan something for them, a gift and token of gratitude. Marali was saved, though much blood was spilled and at the end of the day we counted three blood wizards killed.



Let us hope this is the last we see of them.
Blood Magi: Queen of the Rust Beasts by solsra on 01 Mar 2008 : 12:08
A blood Magi attacks us and leaves a puzzling clue.To the Senate, and Alys,



I woke up near the bank of Lerilin and smiled down at the new emblem pinned proudly onto my robe for all to see. As I stretched and looked around I saw Dester in a sad state. I quickly went to him, the healer of spirit was strong in me.



"Hello Solsra. Its good to cross your path. How are you?"



"Dester my boy! Im quite well. And how are you?" I sat beside him, pulling out some ginger to tend to his wounds.



"I am well, thank you" He said, but I could tell that something was wrong. I gave him an encouraging look and he then explained the reason for the sagging and broken shoulders that he wore.



"A tad humbled. I had a moment today of pure hubris..." He took a deep breath. "Humility has been learned though, and I have some sage advice for you. Do not travel the water between Mirith and the Lizard Folk." I knew immediately what had happened and I could only pat his shoulder comfortingly. All of us had been caught in the SS snare at one point or another.



"However, from hubris comes humility for this ranger. Funny though, last time I had that many Sea Serpents chasing me, I was but a new ranger. At least this time I survived a few bites. And it was rather exciting." He grinned impishly, and I knew that he would return to full spirit with the passing of a bit more time.



He stood and retrieved a few things from his bank, he wanted our Vanguard to be formed correctly and I could see his heart was soft to our cause.





I had plans to go to Marali and thought a trip would help heal his wounded pride. I asked if he would be able to accompany me.



Taken from Dester: 451 Ambers

Taken from Dester: Silver Glaive (+10)



I gasped in shock at the generosity of his offer, but his wisdom showed forth as he told me what the gifts were for.



"For the healing and for the slaying, of the undead in particular." He sighed as he handed them over. "Its been an awfully long time since I had the robe of grey."



"Take heart, dearest ranger." I tried to comfort him further. "The gray robe is something I have committed to even in life. As a cleric I walk the line constantly, and my gray continues to remind me of my commitments to the health and wellbeing of those around me. And now I wear the crimson for the lifeblood of all Oberin, and for the lifeblood of my heart."



He smiled weakly but stood against the column. It was a start.



I had plans to go to Marali and thought a trip would help heal his wounded pride. I asked if he would be able to accompany me, to which he heartedly responded in the affirmative. Shawer also made plans to accompany us, and went to retrieve his Fire Elemental from the stables.



As we left the gates, I noticed JonathanII also tagged along. I was glad for the company of such fine men but little did I know how much it would work in our favor.





Shawer soon parted company, other things required his attention, but Jon Dester and I forged on.



We crossed over the bridge connecting the Mirith and Marali Continents and moved closer to the city. As we did many Skeletons, Harpies and PE set upon us so it was no surprise that the two rangers scattered, ran, shot, ran back to me for healing and we slew everything within tracking distance of our path.



I stopped us about halfway to marali, I felt a pressing dark and cold in my spirit and decided to make some potions to restock us all. Its not often that I stop a hunt, but I felt an imperative.



Dester returned to us Babbled and as I healed him my blood ran cold.



"A brigand was up there. How interesting.. " He said, taking it in stride. I could see Jon count his arrows and tighten his grip on the trusty bow that was never far from his grasp. "He vanished while I had beasts on me!"



I quickly finished my potions and meditated on this thought. I sent out calls to other friends and soon many horns were heard in the distances. The first to reach us was Mustafaa who was pale as a ghost and breathing heavily. "BLOOD MAGI! AND BRIGANDS!" He shouted at us as many beasts followed his path through our small band.



A brigand followed Mustafaa and Jonathan II quickly dispatched it, swiping its head clean off with three arrows shot simultaneously as the wretched man fell to the ground.



We carefully made our way to where Mustafaa had pointed and were met by Alison, with Vyn following close behind. We came upon a clearing and saw a Brigand standing before a Blood Magi. It was the first of her kind I had ever seen, but it was not as shocking as what followed!



"Please spare my life." He begged, bending down on his knees to throw his-self at her mercy.



"You deserve no mercy. Die." She said, as she sent a single bolt towards him. I almost felt bad, but I was reminded that she killed a Brigand. Perhaps were were on the same side. "Vapid Creature" She claimed as she looked upon us, our faces set with shock at what we had just seen. "More humans." She said with a sneer on her face.



Many greeted her as I stood to declare last rites on the brigand dead at her feet.



"I come from Andris." I said, pointing to my emblem. "The Senate would like to know about your business in these lands."



"I have no word to greet you." She said, laughing at my demand at her motives.



"Infiltrate all over the land with Blood! That is my wish" She cackled and looked murderously at us. "What makes that Andris' business."



Dester cut in. "Do you know of the sceptor? or the black hand?"



"I don't understand what you're talking about." She peered at Dester.



"So bathing the land in blood as per the bleeding moon is your plan?" He glared back at her.



"Fine. You will thoroughly see." She reached for her pack. "I shall make you recollect..."



Dester quickly reversed gears. "We are weary from the road, and dont want further..." He was cut off by Alison.



"Recollect what?" She cried out.



"How much blood has been shed in the past." The Blood Magi was getting impatient, and Vyn and I passed out GHP and made mana for ourselves.



"Ahh so the blood moon to end all blood moons as it were." Dester laughed, trying to stop the pain train from hitting us full force. "Is this your chest? And shelter?"



The shrill cry of her words still send a shudder through my spine. "I am the mirror of the vale. I am reminiscence of Blood!"







We looked around to one another puzzled, and I saw many of the plates slip robes of resistance on. Their instincts were right as black magic poured forth from her shriveled and dry broken lips.





"* Mora Olsen N'shra * Fight with my bloodthirsty beasts! * Mora Olsen N'shra * * Mora Olsen Preldian *" And with the unleashing of dozens of Rust Beasts she left as quickly as we had come upon her.



We fought bravely, destroying the shelter and consuming the chest. Most creatures were dead by the time a trained team came from Aboreks darkest dungeon. I do not recall a single death in this battle, which thrilled me. Perhaps we will be ready for the next fight.



I split what little loot was available and we all ran to Marali. We hoped to come across another blood mage, our numbers were strong and our hearts coursed for more battle, but alas we arrived to an empty Marali in the dead of night.



I knew I must return to this place, but looked around to check on my party from Lerilin, specifically for Dester.



I couldn't reach him though as he was surrounded by the local girls fighting for his attention, and also the men of the town congratulating him on his wonderful direction in battle. I smiled to myself and motioned for my good friend, the fighter Kanos to accompany me as we headed to Andris where I hoped to meet with a senator or the Squire.



I hope this report finds you all well, and that you could help shed some light on the words that were spoken. "I am the mirror of the vale, the reminiscence of Blood."



With the service of my life,

Solsra the Cleric,

Andris Vanguard





The Alliance, Mirith, and the Royal Scepter by Amere on 29 Feb 2008 : 02:47
Day 49 of Bleeding Moon - year 430Fellow Mirithians and Oberinites,



The following will affect us all, Mirithians, Andrisians, Maralians, Lerilinites, and even travelers.



It was a crisp morning day in the fine city of Mirith.

The Old Fighter Amere wakes up to the sound of joy and laughter just west of Dirk's Blacksmith. The Fighter decided to go see what was happened as he walked from the tree he slept against, he noticed the sound of some old friends, Afagddu, Satyricon, Fulgencius, and Breigje Balloc.



He also noticed a man next to a fire and tent, right away this man notice my Mirith Vanguard Seal, I introduced myself, as did he, he mentioned his name was Tim.

As some friends traded and laughter was traded as well, Tim mentioned a chest that was full of rings, we all jumped to help him find it.



We quickly suited up, and we were off, we went East of the Mirith Cemetary, then he realized we were going the wrong way, we turned around and went South-west untill we reached the Welif Docks, then we went South-east behind some build, which I'm not sure of, I don't spend much time in Welif, anyways, back to the point...

We noticed a few trolls, a hill giant or too, then... there was a note.



It read: "Welcome to the rebirth of the Alliance!"



Then Tim, that traitor, ran off saying, "The Alliance is back, fools! and you shall be there first victims!" And of course, the chest he was talking about had nothing of value in it.



At this time many giants and trolls came out of hiding attacking everyone, we quickly tried to get order, but they ambushed us, and it worked well, first Breigje Balloc fell, then Alys, then me. While the others retreated, seeing as both our clerics fell, they waited for help, then saved us slaying the Giants and Trolls like they weren't even there.



A little while later I heard the Mirith Trumpets roar, by this time I was searching the area for more Trolls and Giants, I ran to Mirith as fast as I could, I seemed to be the closest to Mirith. While running to Mirith I got side-tracked at the Cemetary, this was a very well planned out ambush, I hate to admit. The rest of the group caught up to me, while I was battling two trolls. After we killed every last Troll and Giant we went to Mirith, quickly killed the ones on the Mirith Bridge, then we walked towards the bank, I ran into a Brigand Leader and Archerer, followed by five Brigands, I'm not sure what happened to the Archerer, but I didn't see her again, we went to clear the city, while Captain Ciddia Tigg said to meet at the bank, which I didn't do because I was bust killing Giants near the stable with Isen and his Tusker, Dennis. Then we met at the Castle, Alys told me and Isen to do so, where we saw the Brigand Leader and an arsenal of Brigands, Trolls and Giants. We made way towards the King's chamber, where the Brigand Leader ran into, he kept shouting "Fall back!" Next we disposed of everything in there then dealt with him, who was hiding behind a dresser when we found him, while Lord Afagddu and I were hurting him rather badly, but I must say Afagddu hit him rather hard, then he surrendered, he gave Captain Tigg his sword, held his hands up and the others cleared the path, I was ready with my sickle incase he tried anything as I walked behind him. Captain Tigg lead him to the Jail, and locked him up, we tried to get information from him, but he wasn't very helpful.



Soon one of Ciddia's royal guards came, and whispered something in here ear, she look displease, I asked here what was wrong and said "They took the Royal Scepter" once I heard this my eyes widened and thought the same thing she did, She then said "Let me in." I asked if I could join her, but she had no reply. She said The Leader had Five seconds to tell us where the scepter was, but the Leader just didn't know. Then some people talked about a Brigand Spy, I didn't see him though, but I imagine he took the Scepter. Once Captain Tigg let herself believe that the Brigand Leader didn't know where the Scepter was, we went to the castle.



We talked a bit about what the Scepter was for, that it would glow when the person fit to be King held it. And how Mirith would have no more King's if it didn't have the Royal Scepter, how the Royal Scepter gave the king power. So please. citizen of Mirith or not, please help us get the Scepter back into Mirith's hands, for the safety of Mirith, and for Oberin.



-Amere, Mirith Vanguardian.
A Brigand and a Rogue. by Gawr on 21 Feb 2008 : 23:27
A note is pinned to the door of Mirith bank



Mirith: Day 213 of the Growing Moon in the year 430, early morning.Townsfolk of Mirith



I write this in outrage at the events that occured this morning as the sun was slowly rising over Mirith. Standing at the bank and chatting with my wizard friend Pruts II, I caught, out of the corner of my eye, an odd sight indeed. It was a figure who suddenly vanished out of nowhere.



I whispered to the wizard to arm himself and remain alert as I explained my suspicions. My ears pricked up and I attempted to follow the sound of the lightest footsteps you can imagine. I was separated from Pruts II when Theo turned the corner. I didn't have much difficulty in persuading him to help me get to the bottom of this. He went off in the direction of the castle as I stood with my back to the wall of Dirk's Blacksmithery. I know what these rogues are capable of and I wasn't prepared to take any chances.



Again out of nowhere and in front of my very eyes he appeared only this time the fiend struck a completely unprovoked attack! It was only a grazing shot in the halflight and I managed to get a better look at him this time. Dressed in the garb of a brigand yet stealthy like a rogue. Most peculiar. He darted off in the same direction as Theo. I pursued warily with caution and almost bumped into Theo. We both looked in the direction of the castle sewer outlet and there at the ladder stood some potions. I investigated. Blast! A booby trap! This cunning fox was a sly one alright.



This time the devil caught Theo's eye as he popped his head up the ladder. Thank the Lady Moon, I wasn't going mad. Theo quickly donned some armour and dived down the sewer in pursuit with me hot footing it after. I ran like a maniac trying to too keep up with the pair of them but in the gloomy darkness I became separate once more and my legs were starting to cramp. At this point I thought it best to check the castle wasn't under siege or something so I headed up that way where upon I met Juffson, my fellow Rebel and very good friend. He gave the all clear topside so together, we headed back down.



Theo appeared panting and slightly out of breath. He had stuck a few holes in the dastardly rogue and chased him off the premises. Not being satisfied with that, we took a tour in the direction Gohoran just to make sure. The coward had disappeared without a trace and good riddance to him. He met his match the day he tried to threaten the good people of Mirith.



Be on your guard,



Master Gawr
Bone Lord Comes to Lerilin by Clementiyn on 18 Feb 2008 : 01:02
Day 152 of the Growing Moon - Year 430



From the private journal of Clementiyn





I awoke to find myself in the Marali weapons shop, just as I had so many times before. My brother Cadwallader had beseeched me to join him for a few days of family crafting. What started as "a few days" had become an unending stream of glaives and I was weary, ready for a change. I wrote a note for Shuurk to give to Cad when he came back, and watched as Shuurk promptly ate it. The years of dealing in poisoned weapons have certainly done something to that man. I backed out of the shop and headed for the bank to gather my things.



Pockets refilled with reagents, I strolled past the Marali guards and headed for the portal. Normally I would walk, but I didn't want my brother to catch up and suggest I return to the weapons shop. Far easier to decline his "project" if I am half a continent away. My head spun a moment and I opened my eyes to see the path leading to Lerilin. I strolled up to the bank, and scanned the faces of those assembled. Most were unknown to me. I have been away from this fishing village too long.



My wanderings soon took me to the Lerilin cemetery. As usual there were a few young warriors assembled there, developing their skills against the army of skeletons that rarely sleeps for long. I conjured my first lightning bolt in weeks and watched a skeleton crumple before me. For a moment I was worried I would not remember how, but the energies returned to my fingers as if they had never left. And the numbness of the poison was fading away with each spell. I watched the youngsters inside for a time. Soon enough they would outgrow this fishing village. Soon enough they would wander the continent themselves. But for now, it was breathing life into me, seeing their excitement as they tested newfound skills.



I walked out to the beach behind the cemetery, leaned against a tree, and dozed off.



I awoke with a start as the sounds of the battle were far louder than they should be. The din of clanging swords and shields had been replaced by thunder and lightning. I walked quickly back to the cemetery and found four Bone Mages inside. I rushed around the fence toward the gate, fearing for the youngsters, but they were doing just fine. The battle was not easy for them, but they were winning with teamwork. I saw Zarco inside helping the young ones. We traded jokes as the last of the Bone Mages fell.



After the fighting, Jonah voiced the concern I had myself:



(Jonah): What's up?

(Jonah): Why the bone mages and such?

(Pfeilschnell): clear?

(Clementiyn): all clear

(Teronous): aaaawww

(Teronous): thats it?

(Jonah): What's up with this cem?

(Jonah): Why the powerful monsters all of a sudden?

(Teronous): hehe

(Clementiyn): it happens some times

(Zarco): mysteries of nature

(Jonah): Hmm...



I wondered. Were the Bone Mages an anomaly? Or perhaps the precursor to something larger? I decided to remain at the cemetery for a time. I was not needed to kill the skeletons. But if there was something more afoot, it might be best to stay...



(Aerolei): I wish there were more

(Zarco): zup zup

(Aerolei): hello

(Teronous): hehe

(Teronous): that wasnt too hard

(Aerolei): it was easy

(Jonah): Aye

(Aerolei): my Harpie is effective on the undead



I sighed to myself. If anything bigger than skeletons arrived, that harpie would soon perish. But we need the young to be brave...



I spent a time answering questions. No, you can't repair poisoned weapons. Harpies are not a good pet against Sea Serpents. Ash is best found on the forest floor or bought from others.



I stood inside the cemetery for some time, speaking to the group assembled behind it. I am sure they were worried about what would happen to me when the skeletons came back. But strangely they did not for some time. Just as this occurred to me, Ledah came around the corner with an odd question.



(Ledah): Why is the entrance blocked with fires?



What???



I walked back across the cem and found it was no joke.



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I looked around the group before me. No clerics in sight. And no one who would be able to assist me if I were in danger. But at least they were safe behind the wall of fire. I might perish inside, but if something more dangerous than Bone Mages was coming, I feared for the others assembled.



Bless them, they were afraid for me.



(Aerolei): she will surely die

(Mari): oh no!!!

(Aerolei): clem

(Jonah): I think we should be very, very afraid >_>;;;

(Aerolei): stay invised

(Aerolei): just in case

(Clementiyn): only druids can teleport out of here

(Jonah): lol

(Aerolei): please stay invised



Though young Aerolei wanted me to stay invisible, I knew I could not. I sent one of them to get help and I walked slowly toward to center of the cemetery to see what I was facing. Before I moved 5 paces I spied a Zombie and Bone Mage. Unfortunately they spied me as well. I walked back to the gate and began to battle. The zombie fell before it's accursed touch reached me, but the Bone Mage would be harder to kill. I didnt dare chase it into the center of the cemetery and risk bringing more down upon me.



A few moments later, Ledah was suddenly inside the cemetery. A fellow wizard, I knew this was not Ledah's choice to teleport in. But I was grateful for the assistance. I asked the assembled audience at the fence to fetch some clerics, and hoped reinforcements would arrive soon.



Ledah and I worked together, focusing on the zombies and dodging bolts from the Bone Mages. A few skells were mixed in, but the battle was going okay. I felt relieved when I saw Mokie running up to the gate. With cleric support Ledah and I could handle the undead army we had seen so far. But was more yet to come? The gate was still blocked by fires. We were still trapped.



I glanced around after dispatching a skeleton and saw that two had become three. Radek was now inside. As happy I was to see him, my pulse quickened as I realized all three of us were wizards. Only one group seeks out wizards to trap and kill. My head whipped around and I saw what I feared I would see. Bone Lord.



Radek and the Bone Lord began to duel, and I realized the Bone Lord was not alone. There was a Bone Knight with him as well, standing guard. The number of assembled clerics at the fenceline was growing, and the skeletons and zombies disappeared nearly as soon as they rose from their graves. But it was still only three of us against a Bone Lord and Bone Knight.



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(Bone Lord): Let us try the grey.

(Bone Lord): * flas bur des *

(Bone Knight): Ranger wants some.

(Radek): cleric help



Even as the Bone Lord hurled a fireball at Radek, I noticed the youngsters outside were taunting the Bone Lord and Bone Knight. I was glad the fires were still standing.



(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Bardinius): * pur *

(Bone Lord): They are safe.

(Bone Lord): But foolish.

(Ledah): * bol flas *

Taken from Bardinius: 7 Mana Potions

(Bone Lord): * flas bur des *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Ledah): * bol flas *

(Radek): * shel rel bol *



As much to distract as anything else, I tried talking to the Bone Lord. But got no response. He was already focused on Radek.



(Clementiyn): Why do you attack us?

(Bone Lord): Grey wants to play.

(Radek): 1 vs 1?:P

(Ledah): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Radek): * bol flas *

(Radek): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Mokie): * clar ber bur *

(Clementiyn): * bol flas *

(Radek): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Clementiyn): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Radek): * bur pos *

(Mokie): * pur *

(Clementiyn): * clar pos *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Radek): * bur pos *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Radek): * bur pos *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *



The duel was nearly a standstill. The three of us combined might very well bring the Bone Lord down. But the Bone Knight was not attacking, and surely would if he felt his master was in danger. I hoped that the delay would bring reinforcements.



(Bone Knight): I kill now?

(Ide): * pur *

(Ledah): * bur *

(Bone Knight): Kill?

(Bone Knight): Mmmm

(Radek): * bol flas *

(Clementiyn): * bol flas *

(Ledah): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): You may.

(Ledah): * bol flas *

(Ledah): * shel rel bol *

(Radek): hm

(Bone Lord): * flas bur des *

(Radek): * shel rel bol *

(Bone Lord): * flas bur des *

(Ledah): * shel rel bol *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *



Ledah had fallen to the sword of the Bone Knight. I knew I would not fare much better. The Bone Lord and Bone Knight didn't even bother to address us by name, only by the color of our robes. Radek in gray, Ledah in black, myself in red...



(Bone Lord): Black is grey now.



Ledah's ghost stood silent, and I knew my time was likely at hand as well. The Bone Knight was focused on me, and even with cleric support I was likely to perish.



Then the Bone Lord said something that frightened me even more.



(Bone Lord): Let the others in.

(Bone Lord): The wizards are too weak.



A few moments later I had fallen as well, and watched as the Bone Lord hurled Fireballs at Radek, the lone survivor inside the fence.



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A few moments later there was chaos inside the fence. The youngsters had charged in to help, through the gap in the fires made by the Bone Knight. They were succeeding in wearing down the Bone Knight. I watched as his Lord healed him more than once, then uttered a strange incantation to summon more minions to assist.



(Bone Lord): * pur clar *

(Bone Lord): * pur clar *

(Bone Lord): * Mora Olsen Necritur *



And here were the reinforcements, arriving from all over the continent, Lord Agnamar among them. The Bone Lord summoned wave after wave of minions, and I watched as a few of the young ones perished, but the tide was turning in our favor. The younger fighters and rangers were keeping the Bone Knight occupied, freeing the wizards to focus on the the Bone Lord. I suspect the Bone Lord knew of Agnamar's reputation and chose to focus his wrath on him.



(Bone Lord): Black is very strong.

(Bone Lord): * flas bur des *

(Agnamar): Hehehe

(Agnamar): Futile.



The Bone Knight seemed concerned for his master. As cleared a path for a young cleric I heard:



(Bone Knight): Black?

(Bone Lord): Kill grey.

(Bone Lord): I want black.



The Bone Lord had turned his attention from Radek to Agnamar. I hoped Agnamar could distract the Bone Lord long enough for us to dispatch his knight.



(Bone Lord): * flas bur des *

(Bone Knight): Kill

(Bone Knight): Mmm

(Bone Lord): * pur des *

(Bone Lord): * flas bur des *



The battle grew more chaotic, as the cemetery became full of zombies. The clerics chants were nearly a symphony of heals and cures and resurrections. And still the Bone Knight and Bone Lord stood against the assembled masses.



(Bone Knight): Grey shiney

(Bone Knight): Kill

(Bone Lord): * pur clar *



The Bone Knight was surrounded, with Rangers and Fighters pounding away. Ledah, Agnamar and I all turned our attention to the weakened Knight, hoping to vanquish him before his master could heal him. Radek stood babbling against the fence, the victim of a zombie attack.



(Agnamar): * bol flas *

(Ledah): * bol flas *

(Agnamar): * flas bur des *

(Ledah): * bol flas *

(Clementiyn): * flas bur des *

(Ledah): * bol flas *



Ledah had struck the killing blow! The Knight lay dead at my feet! I stood on the corpse but there was nothing to be taken, Marthonis' magics protect his minions even in death.



(Bone Lord): That has to be the least intelligent Bone Knight Marthonis ever made.



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In a fit of rage, the Bone Lord filled the cemetery with zombies once more, and began to hurl fireballs at any in range.



(Bone Lord): * flas bur des *

(Radek): Babble babble babble.

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Clementiyn): * Uses Magic Item *



I withdrew my trusty ring and purged the curse from Radek, he alone had survived the initial battle and we would need him to vanquish the Bone Lord.



(Agnamar): * babble babble babble *

(Bone Lord): * flas bur des *

(Radek): * bol flas *

(Agnamar): * babble babble babble *

(Clementiyn): * Uses Magic Item *



Even as Radek rejoined the fight, Agnamar was brushed by a zombie's touch. I used the ring again, it would take all of us to defeat this Lord.





(Aerolei): help!

(Bone Lord): * flas bur des *

(Radek): * bol flas *

(Aerolei): my harpie

(Mokie): * pur *

(Ledah): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * flas bur des *

(Zombie): Mmmmmmm, delicious human brains.

(Ledah): * bol flas *

(Aerolei): help him

(Mokie): * pur *

(Zombie): So..... hungry...

(Mokie): * pur *

(Aerolei): heel

(Zombie): Mmmmmmm, delicious human brains.

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Clementiyn): * bol flas *

(Aerolei): help!

(Mokie): * pur *

(Bardinius): * pur clar *

(Aerolei): aw



Even as the battle raged, I caught the cries of the young druid. Her harpie had perished. I knew her pain. I spent many moons walking the druid path, and pet deaths hurt more than seeing the color drain from one's own eyes. She would learn in time. This wasn't a battle for harpies. But I admired her bravery, risking herself in a fight that neither she nor her pet was truly ready for.



Even more reinforcements were arriving. Orange arrived with a pet Lava Spider. It would be some time before the young druid could command such pets, but she was about to see where her destiny lay.



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The Bone Lord was now spending more time summoning minions and healing them than attacking. This battle would soon be ours. I just hoped we would not suffer any great losses in the mean time. We had forced the Bone Lord into a confined space, and the pressure was mounting.



(Bone Lord): * rel des bol *

(Bone Lord): * Mora Olsen Necritur *

(Radek): * bol flas *

(Clementiyn): * bol flas *

(Radek): * bol flas *

(Ledah): * bur pos *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Clementiyn): * bol flas *

(Radek): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Agnamar): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * pur des *

(Clementiyn): * bur *

(Agnamar): * bol flas *

(Clementiyn): * bol flas *

(Agnamar): * bol flas *

(Clementiyn): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Agnamar): * bol flas *

(Clementiyn): * bur pos *

(Agnamar): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * bur pos *

(Clementiyn): * bur pos *

(Ledah): * bol flas *

(Radek): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * bur pos *

(Ledah): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * bur pos *

(Radek): * bol flas *

(Bone Lord): * bur pos des *

(Clementiyn): * bur pos *

(Bone Lord): * Mora Olsen Necritur *

(Agnamar): * bur pos *

(Radek): * flas bur *

(Bone Lord): * flas bur des *

(Agnamar): * flas bur *

(Bone Lord): * bol flas *

(Ledah): * bur *

(Ledah): * bur *

(Clementiyn): * bol flas *



Spell after spell was exchanged. Clerics franticly healing and turning undead all the while. But the Bone Lord was shrugging off the magics. Agnamar directed the plates in to pound on the Bone Lord and we focused on paralyzing him, hoping to weaken him enough to kill.



(Bone Lord): * pur clar *

(Clementiyn): * clar flas bur *



The Bone Lord had been pushed into the corner of the cemetery, trapped by those he had been taunting. I lit a fire field under his feet and we started to finish him.



You enter a meditative trance...

(Radek): * bol flas *

(Teronous): die Bone Lord

(Bone Lord): * pur *

(Mokie): * clar bur rel *

(Clementiyn): * bur pos *

(Agnamar): * bur pos *

You enter a meditative trance...

(Mokie): * clar bur rel *

(Bone Lord): * pur clar *

(Ledah): * bol flas *

(Radek): * bol flas *

(Mokie): * pur *

(Agnamar): * bur pos *

Your meditative trance is broken.

(Clementiyn): * bur pos *



Poisoning was having little effect. But perhaps paralyzing him would prevent his healing. At nearly the same moment, our strategy changed. Agnamar began trying to paralyze, and I sought to drain this Bone Lord's mana. If either was successful, the others could finish him off.





(Agnamar): * shel rel bol *

(Clementiyn): * clar pos *

(Agnamar): * shel rel bol *

(Ledah): * clar pos *

(Bone Lord): * rel des bol *



In desperation, the Bone Lord sought to paralyze the entire group. It would be the last spell to leave his lips. Terenous' flail rained down upon him, the fires burned under his feet, and he was helpless against the spells to come.



(Clementiyn): * clar pos *

(Agnamar): * shel rel bol *

(Agnamar): * shel rel bol *

(Mokie): * clar ber bur *

(Ledah): * flas bur des *

(Radek): * bol flas *

Your meditative trance is broken.

The spell fizzles.



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My final Fireball fizzled, Radek's bolt had finished the long battle. A fitting ending considering how long he dueled the Bone Lord alone. But it took an effort from two dozen souls to bring victory. Without the efforts of the clerics healing, the young fighters and rangers clearing the undead, the reinforcements that arrived from across the land, and the first two wizards to join me behind the fires, we would have surely lost. Even the young wizard Mari and the young druid Aerolei did their parts.



As I walked back out of the cemetery, I saw the corpses of 15-20, those who had fallen in the battle. All had been resurrected, but the bodies lay as reminders of what was lost. So many souls had answered my call for help. So many had rushed to the battle when they heard I was trapped inside. While I know that some came only for the glory of a battle, many came because they heard I was in need. I was solemn for a moment, then remembered something Aerolei had said.



The young druid had made me smile with her statement as the Bone Lord fell:



(Aerolei): that bone lord is not very nice



Indeed, young Aerolei... Indeed...