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I stopped my running for a second to catch my breath and make sure the stupid Tomb Raider I managed to control out of the plains hadn't misunderstood my simple directions of follow me and leave things alone. For some reason these weak minded Plains folk had a hard time with my directions, as simple as I could make them. He ran up behind me gasping for air, looking like he just ran the Camelot Marathon. I shook my head then cleared my thoughts; I knew he needed help if he was going to keep up with me for any amount of time. I grew up in these hills, running everywhere to do small tasks and quest that I might soon become a powerful Sorcerer in my new Guild. With a small wind blowing through the trees of Camelot Hills I started my chant making the wind grow and swirl around me and my weak minded friend. The winds grew until our feet lifted off the ground. I admired my work for a moment before setting off at a much better pace, noticing my little raider had no problems keeping up with me now, yes he would fight well for me.
A few bears stopped to look at us as we flew past them headed to the Bridge, I'm not sure why they are still amazed at magic, they see it every day. Simple-minded animals are impressed with the smallest things. I came into view of the bridge and noticed a few younger Rogues were having some problems with the local bandits, I asked if they need assistance, they quickly agreed and stood in awe as I put the two bandits fast asleep, then erased their short term memory, so they wouldn't even remember the fight. The young Rouges were grateful and very impressed with the Wild Boar tusks I gave them to replace their rusty knives. The knives were only worth a few silver and besides, I had a new guild to help me with such things. I walked slowly on the bridge and shook a finger at the guards who were eyeing my Raider with a cautious eye. The guards looked as if my magic would fail any second and they would have to save me yet again, but I was growing in my power and had little trouble with controlling the weak of mind.
I walked onto the bridge to count my reward for killing a few of my pets brothers... I chuckled to myself at seeing the look on the faces as one of their own rushed at them, sword in hand.
It wasn't long before Karhyn, my lovely wife walked up frustrated about something or another, after a few questions, I finally figured out that one of the guards who doesn't think enough for his own good had asked my wife to go kill a nasty little daemon. Easy enough for my wife, even though she was a Cleric, she never had a problem dishing out broken bones with her mace and her spells were deadly against the undead.
But she couldn't figure out how to get just one small daemon out of those haunted ruins with out the evil thing bringing ten of his friends. My ears perked up, I was doing task after task for these guards so I didn't get much chance to practice my control over large groups, although I had read about it for hours with my trainer, I never got the chance to do it first hand. I told her my plan and she gave a sly smile as my wind spell swept her off her feet and let her run with the wind.
As we headed off the bridge to the nearby ruins where the undead and daemons walked, we kept an eye on the skeletons lurking about. They were week, but their were many close at hand to plan an ambush if they wanted. Luckily none of them had the brainpower in the after life to coordinate an attack so we made it to the hart of the ruins where the daemons and greater spirits crept.
At the center where she was told she could find this daemon she was sent to kill, lurked two Spirits known by name to the local villagers, they were of the same season as my pet and I, so I didn't give them much thought... I did have to give a respectful eye at the sheer number of daemons in the old ruins. Five to one side, three in back and four to the left. With the two leaders in the middle and the two guards at the front, that gave us sixteen undead to worry about, much more than I wanted to deal with while I dabbled with new spells. I sent my raider to kill the guards, he hesitated until I shouted a few times to remind him who was in control, then sprinted up the ramp to face two lesser daemons. He hit the first then second then jumped back a bolt from Karhyn's fingers knocked one dead then the other. I smiled to my wife, trying to hide the uncertainty in my eyes as I began my chants of sleep. Soon the entire ruins were fast asleep and my wife was pulling a single daemon out of the lot to kill for the guard, boy would he be surprised.
The Daemon woke with a start and ran to my wife to mad to realize none of his friends were joining him. I watched on as my wife went swing for swing with the mad daemon as I drained his strength to aid her fight. The Demon was almost dead and I was pleased with my small part in the fight until I heard a twig snap behind me, I spun on my heal to see a mass of undead running toward me with to large spirits in the lead, I shouted to my wife to run for it, hoping I could buy her enough time to get to the bridge. Then shouted at my Raider to take down the foes, I cast a mass debuff and concentrated till the Raider was convinced that every thing in sight was his enemy. I saw the two spirits and the first few daemons jump onto my pet as I turned and started sprinting to the bridge.
I got the bridge as found Karhyn sitting on the side, watching the fish and counting her reward.
Karhyn smiled at me, "Loose something?" she asked with a wink.
"As far as he knows, he died with honor." I stated matter of factly, and we both had a small chuckle as we wondered what crazy thing the guards would pay us for next.
The smell of cobwebs and rotting flesh filled my nostrils as I looked over my shoulder at the old stone that served as a door to this bleak place. I was sitting on the steps that lead down into the dreaded Tomb of Mithra, waiting on my wife as usual. God knows I wouldn't be trampling through this evil place without my cleric to back me up anyway. A spider raced across my boot catching my attention for a moment before scurrying away to some black hole. A shiver ran up my spine as a dark form leered over my shoulder, I saw the shadow on the floor in front of me just before it pounced. I rolled down the stairs, turning as I went and spinning my new Halberd in front of me in a defensive position ready for the attack.
Karhyn stood smiling at me, trying her best not to laugh. "A little jumpy are we?" she said with her typical smile.
"This place gives me the creeps." I said, straitening my gear from my little roll down the stairs.
"We have a third with us tonight." Karhyn said as I finished adjusting my gear. I remembered the young wizard from our Guild who was asking about the tomb earlier that night.
"Anzath?" I asked
"Yea, he said he would meet us here"
Just then a tall mage in dark robes entered the Tomb, looking as if he had just taken down a half-dozen Filidhs, he gently whipped his hands off and started down the stairs toward us.
"Well met and good evening." Anzath remarked as he look around the small corridor in disgust. He was running his fingers through his spell components and I could feel the heat radiating off him like a bonfire on a cold night. I new right away he was a powerful Fire Wizard, and his meek appearance was nothing more than another mage trick. "Shall we be on our way then?" he asked of us, with raised eyebrows.
"Sure, just one last thing." Karhyn said over her shoulder as she began waving her hands in circular patterns in the air, her hands grew faster and she began to chant. Immediately I felt the affects as my muscles grew until I though my chain mail would rip off my endurance and constitution raised with my confidence and I suddenly felt as if there was nothing that could stop my mighty Polearm.
Just as she was done Anzath started chants of his own, it appeared he was not going to be out done this early in the night.
I watched on with interest as the Wizard brought fire forth from thin air and began melding it into strange shapes and symbols. As the flames grew I began to feel my armor get hotter and hotter, I could feel the heat radiating off my armor as I laughed at the thought of some poor creature try to attack me. Just as his spells began to taper off, he shouted and slammed his staff into the ground, the echo sounded like thunder in the dark tomb. As soon as my shock wore off from noise I realized my new Halberd was glowing white. I reached to touch it but the heat coming off it was too much to bear.
This was going to be a fun night....
(To be cont.)
The sound of my chain mail boots quickly overtook the leather and cloth of my comrades as we headed down the first corroder of the Tomb. We hadn't gone but fifteen feet into the dank tomb when we came upon our first foe, the skeleton came to life as we drew near and stood to block our path, I could hear fire and lightning behind me as I tossed my mighty Polearm from one hand to the other.
I knew the casters would have no problems taking down this little guard, the minions this high in the catacombs were nothing more than speed bumps as we headed for our destination, but then again... why should they get all the fun? I spun the Halberd above my head and swiped it across into the skeleton as he brought up his hand in meager defense. The white-hot halberd seared through the bone snapping off the hand and head, one after the other. I didn't even loose my stride as I continued deeper into the dreaded tomb.
I lead the casters deep into the tomb, stopping every once and awhile to take down a zombie or spirit. I ran deeper into the tomb than I had ever been before, stopping to make marks on my map. I noticed that there were large holes in the wall at some of the corners and stopped to check the map...
Damn, I knew it, there were new caverns opening from the deep and my map didn't have them, that little swindler in town promised me that this map had every new twist and turn that the tomb had to offer. I would have to remember to beat my two silver out of that scrawny traveler if I ever see him again. I shook my head, and made a few more marks on my map, noting the new corridor, then headed down one to see what new creatures were waiting for us.
We walked down another set of stairs, they all looked the same and I glanced at my map one last time and wished we had brought a scout to find our way. At the bottom of the stairs stood eight wretched corpses, all sanding at regular intervals and staring at each other.
We bent together and began to whisper plans on what to do next, I didn't want to wake these spirits from their trance and take them all at once...
Finally Karhyn got fed up with all the bickering, she stood up and threw a lighting bolt at the closest corpse to our party. The Corpse released from it's strange trance and started over to us, catching another of the Cleric's lightning bolts square in the chest, it only slowed momentarily before setting off at us once again.
I twirled my halberd in fount of me, waiting for the other minions to awake and rush us, desperately trying to remember all the turns we had made coming this deep, so that I had some chance of leading my group to safety if things got hairy.
Strangely the beast came alone, all the others still lost in their death like trance. We dispatched of him quickly, fireballs, lightning, mace strikes and the mighty swings of my halberd cut the foe down before it had a chance. We surveyed our kill and watched the other spirits in their trance before sitting down for a short rest.
"This will do nicely." Anzath remarked
Karhyn and I quickly agreed that this would be a fine killing room as we watched the spirits moan and sway in their strange trance.
The rest of the night was a blur of light, steel, and undead pieces flying around the room. After a few hours my arms ached of lifting the heavy halberd over and over again, and I noticed we all had full backpacks with loot from our fallen foes.
We dispatched well over a hundred spirits before the night was over.
Our trainers back in Camelot would have been proud to watch the carnage we leased on the undead hell spawns in the Tomb of Mithra that night. In fact they were so pleased with our tales and new experience they let us all train more into our skill than we have ever before.
It was a most successful night and I'm sure that as time and skill increase, our Templar three-some will be known as a force to recon with all over the world.
As I walked through the halls of the Defenders of Albion Training Quarters I could hear the sword and shield crashes of my brothers in arms as they trained tirelessly away. I saw them start their training more than nine hours ago when I left the keep and wondered to myself if they had even had a break yet. I had spent the morning on a nice quite hunt and had taken down more than a hundred of the thieving tomb raiders in my run through the southern plains. I felt soar and tired from my morning of killing, my new halberd even with it's magical endowments of strength and constitution was getting to heavy for anything more graceful than a low chop. I knew it was time to rest. I turned the corner at the end of the hall, dreading the steep stairs to my small quarters when I saw him. The Lieutenant was sitting on the stairs waiting for me. I hated and loved this man, he had spent grueling hours with me in the courtyard teaching me my trade, making my halberd a mere extension of my body. He had taught me numerous attacks with my deadly Polearm, and hours latter, when it was too heavy to hold, he gave me a smaller weapon and taught me with that. I could never figure out how he could go for so long without a break, I swear the man didn't sleep at all.
He was oiling down his favorite crossbow as he waited quietly on the stairs, never taking his eyes from me as he oiled the wood and polished the metal crossbar. I walked up to him as proud as I could, sure by now he had already heard of my exploits from the morning hunt... he always knew. He looked up at me with a gleam in his eye, and only nodded at my stiff salute. He looked back down at his prized weapon one last time before he began to speak.
"I have something for you Phierce." The Lieutenant said without taking his eyes off his weapon.
All I could do was stand at attention and wonder what I had done wrong this time. He could have burned holes through me with that dreadful gaze that the Defender's Officers were so well know for.
"Well soldier, are you ready?" The Lieutenant looked like he was getting a little impatient with my lack of response.
"Yes sir." I said without thinking. The type of response that only comes with years of mental training to follow orders without question.
"Good." The Lieutenant said. He tossed the crossbow to me with a flick of his wrist. I caught it at the base, and looked it over. The wood had been well maintained; there was not a spec of rust anywhere on the metal, the action looked as if it were as new as the ones at the armories.
"Shoot two hundred bolts before you secure for the day soldier." The lieutenant said knowing all too well that obtaining a crossbow was a major step in every Armsman's carrier and I would be more than happy to shoot five hundred.
"Aye Sir." I said with a gleam in my eye, my bed would wait a while longer, I had hay stacks to kill.
Trek through Avalon March
I pulled my boot off and watched the thick mud glop off the side as the black water poured out.
"I hate this swamp." I thought to myself as I looked at my soiled robe. The lady at Camelot Cleaners was going to hate this, she complained enough about the dirt I managed to obtain running through the plains. She would definatly charge me double for this mess.
I have no idea why I offered my services to that grumpy armorer in Adribard's
Retreat. I guess it was the promise of reward. Yes, the hint of silver
would get me to do the stupidest things.
I reflected back on the Undead Knight I had taken down with help from
the Bogman Trapper I had found setting primitive traps in the Marsh. He
posed no threat, and wasn't much of a fighter, but the pickings were slim
this far south in the Marsh... in fact the pickings were pretty dang slim
everywhere in this infernal swamp. If I could only get my power a little
higher I could control those savage Wolves to the north, but alas, I'm
still too weak.
"Not for long" I said outloud as I pulled on my boot. I flicked some more mud off my robe and glance at the simple minded bogman, sitting happly in the muck beneath the log I had found to dry off on.
I took out the small bag that I had found just as the armorer had said. It didnt look like anything special to me, but if he needed it, so be it. I checked a few pockets hidden in my robe before finding the old journal I use to write down the directions for the small quests I take on for extra cash.I flipped the book open and thumbed through the pages untill I had found the notes I had writen from the armmorer's directions.
AFTER YOU KILL THE UNDEAD KNIGHT, SEEK THE LEAPER NEAR THE ROAD ACROSS FROM THE FALLEN CASTLE. INSIDE HIM YOU WILL FIND MY DAUGHTER'S BRACLET THAT SHE LOST.
"Easy enough." I said to the bogman who paid me no attention, his mind was completly lost in my spell, I wondered if his small mind would ever recover from the shock.
I shook my head once again at the weak bogman and started off toward the old castle. As I neared the castle I watched the undead knights and squires wander throughout the ruins.
"This is the place." I said to no one in particular. I looked around for a minute and spotted the small leaper jumping in the tall muck just down from the road.
I looked at the bogman. "Shal I send you or bring it here?" I asked not expecting a response. These trips were a little tedious without the company of my wife or friends, but they had all been sent out on important work from thier trainers.
I let out a small sigh, before I began my casting, wondering why I was wasting a spell on this insignificant toad.
The spell hit the leaper hard, posionous spores flew in tight circles around it as it hopped toward me hoping to get in at least one attack before it died. I sat down and watched the leaper jumping in pain. I noticed it was the posion it had taken and it would die soon, I commanded the bogman to take it down, ending it's suffering.
As the Bogman whacked ungracfully away at the leaper I took out my journal once again to find out what to do next. As I finished reading the directions the bogman came hobbling up to me, finally finished with it's kill and dropped a small braclet down in front of me.
"Like I said, easy enough." I remarked to the bogman as he plopped back down into the mud. I noticed many small scars from the short skurmish with the leaper and woundered how this ugly creater stayed alive at all in this wretched place.
I got up and tried one last time to wipe the mud from my robe. Giving up, I sped off down the road to find the Armorer's daughter, knowing all to well that this short trip was not going to be worth any amount of silver that might be offered for such an easy task.
I found the young girl standing just outside Caer Witrin. She was just a small little thing and I wondered what the hell the armorer was doing sending one so young on such a journey. She giggled as she thanked me, handing me a single silver and a note for her father.
I smiled as best I could at the skimpy reward and figured I might as well deliver the note now and get this meaningless task over with as soon as posible. I ran the shortcut trail to the northeast waving to the gaurd who stood watch on the bridge. He gave me a stiff nod and gazed over my shoulder at a couple of wolves eyeing me like a tasty snack.
As I crossed the bridge I looked over my shoulder at the slow bogman trying to match pace with my long legs. Even with my speed spell the ugly little man had a hard time keeping pace. I closed my eyes as I ran, comfortable in the feel of my feet to lead the way. Concentrating on the link between me and the bogman I release my hold on him. He stopped running in mid stride at the loss of command, stumbling into the road head first.
I was at least 50 feet away by the time he had crawled to his feet and looked up at me. He had no chance at catching me for revenge, and he knew all to well that he had no chance against me in combat anyway. He looked around for a second before turning to head back his territory in the swamp.
Just as he turned he caught a Polearm in the head. He had just enough time before he died to see the smile on the face of the gaurd we had ran past only moments before.
I felt no loss for the bogman. Even though he had helped me take down over 20 monsters through the bog, he would have just as soon been clobbering me instead.
I reached the Retreat where the Armormer was located just as the sun was setting and wondered how much silver I had wasted my day for. I jogged up to the armorer and handed him the note from his daughter. He read it with some intrest, no doubt at least happy to hear that not only was his daughter safe and waiting for him at Caer Witrin, but she now had her lost items back from her trip through the dreaded Avalon Marsh. He tossed me a silver and some thanks before looking back down at the note, obviusly hoping I would leave and not kill him for the small reward. I sighed and walked slowly from town, tossing the silver into the pouch tied at my waist. It might have been a waste of time, but at least I had seen what I came for. I now knew the location of the dreaded Giant Wolves of Avalon Marsh, and soon I would be powerful enough to come and take down the pack. Then with the wolves out of the way, the band of friends I traveled with would have no problems with our plans for the nasty Ghouls to the north.... oh, but that's a diferent story.
The "Mediocre" Trio takes on Tepok's Mine
The echo from my new plate boots sounded like thunder off the rock floor of the mine. The sound was deafening. I looked around in the faint light and wondered what was taking my companions so long.
I heard the sound of a staff hitting the floor just before the torches through the mine sprang to life, shedding a warm glow on our suroundings. I knew at once that my powerful fire wizard friend Anzath had found his way in.
"There you are Phierce." Anzath said as he admired his work with the torches.
Anzath turned just in time to see my wife Karhyn enter the mine behind him. She was clad in her new Chainmail, complete with an impressive shield, given to her by her trainer. Her shield and cloak both bore the emblem of the mighty Templars of the Griffen, our beloved guild.
I heard Anzath complimenting Kar on her new attire as I checked my gear, making sure my crossbow and bolts were handy and that my mighty Polearm Hammer was in top shape.
Satisfied that I was ready for battle I looked down into the now bright tunnels before us. A Cave Crawler scurried in frount of me, obliviose to our intrustion, but I was looking for bigger pray, the dreaded Goblin Miners that were said to roam these mines, looking for the Undead Miners and the treasure they kept.
As I peared down the long tunnel I saw somthing big and furry move ahead of us, I remembered the comment that our guild-mate Friendly said at the pub about the "cute" bear cubs he had seen at the entrance of the mine and hoped he was right.
With my compainions satisfied in the maigical power they gave eachother and me, both mentioned they were ready to explore. As we headed down into the first tunnel a small bear cub came quickly into view, looking terrified of the three of us. We let him pass unharmed.
We were about fifty feet into the first tunnel system as the passage began to widen, opening into a large complex room. Standing about twenty feet away were two of the nasty goblins. Higher on the ledge above them stood three more. And even higher on a second ledge were two that looked to be a little larger that the others. After studying the walls I noticed there were a few large and ugly spiders, no doubt the dreaded Stalkers that had killed many a man in these halls.
The first two goblins were blinded by Anzaths bright light, the others looked to be busy poking a spider, trying to make him mad so if anything came through, it would attack. The higher ones looked as if they could not see us, golins had terrible sight in a lighted place, and with Anzaths spells, it would take a bit for them to notice us.
We walked quietly to the back of the cave to plan our attack. Anzath leaned on his staff, as he was the most powerfull of our trio, he had little fear of these puny goblins in the entrance. Kar shifted her shield and loosend the deadly mace on her belt, just in case things got out of hand. I planned to insure things stayed nice and calm during this trip.
As the mages readied their spells I streched my arms as best I could in my plate mail. It was finely made in Camelot, and even with the weight, I had no problems spinning my polearm with speed and grace.
I looked at the two, and raised an eyebrow. They both nodded they were ready so I turned, spinning my polearm to the back and bringing out my crossbow and a bolt in one swift motion. I stooped to pull the heavy string of the weapon back and fitted the crossbow deciding which monster to deal with first.
I picked my target and loosed my bolt. The shocked goblin jumped into the air as the bolt hit him in the back, making him more mad than hurt. He turned to run at me not even noticing the flames jumping off the staff of the mighty wizard behind me.
Two balls of flame swooshed over my head, making my healm hot as they flew past. The fire bolts hit the goblin square in the chest, bursting the vile creature into flame as it ran twards me. Relizing it was after the wrong target, the goblin shifted it's run toward Anzath, but a spinning Polearm cut off it's attack. Just as he was passing me I spun my Polearm behind me, the hammer head hit the goblin square on the jaw just as a shout from behind me caused the goblin to burst into flame killing it.
I smiled at our kill before turning to see Kar sitting on the rock, looking bored and sleepy. I knew we needed more and harder monsters to keep her happy. I turned and again shifted my pole to the back and brought out my crossbow once again. This time, my bolt hit one of the goblins higher on the ledge, bringing three of the creatures at us, I smiled as I spun out my polearm, ready to attack.
I quickly hit all three, bringing the attention of the monsters full on me. I was trying my best to hit them all one after the other, to keep thier yellow eyes focused only on me. One had taken to my side and was poking in at my plate with a crude spear. I wondered if I had bitten off more that I could chew just as Anzath once again sturck his staff to the floor, but this time instead of tourches coming aflame, it was goblins. All three goblins burst into flame, and I quickly took down one, then another. The third turned to the wizard, deciding to try a easier foe. It ran three steps and made a strange face at the laughing wizard just as the hammerhead of my weapon came crashing down sucsessfully bursting it's small head.
A quick heal from my wife and a nod from Anzath and we were ready to fight again. We battled the goblins for hours, just as we took down one, another from the mine would come to take it's place. We batteled non-stop driving our way deeper into the mine, and then back to the enrance to heal and rest. We did this many times, somtimes breaking deep into the mine and seeing large Goblins work around the Undead Miners. We squashed goblin and spider alike as we hit the mine hard and fast, soon every goblin in Tepok's Mine had heard of the dreaded Templars of the Griffen.
Next time the sound of plate boots echoed down the halls of the mine, the goblins would surely run in fear. But worry not, they wont escape our trio.
The Mediocres strike again
The small entrance made me stoop as I entered and the smell of the dead was almost overwhelming. I heard my trusty companions enter behind me, I was never far from my beloved wife and Cleric, Karhyn and trusted friend, Wizard Anzath. We had grown in reputation throughout our realm as of late; know well by our proud guild tags and the loud laughing coming from our group as we killed monsters all over Albania. Even with our strange nickname of the Mediocre Trio, we had gained much respect throughout the Realms.
Anzath quickly studied our surroundings as Kar and I debated over what to eat for dinner. He gave us a worried look and asked if we could handle this place alone. The Catacombs of Carvoda were well known for dispatching small groups caught unprepared. Kar and I both laughed, and Anzath smiled remarking "Well, they don't call us mediocre for nothing... we might win, we sure will try hard" Kar and I both laughed again, it was always the same.
We had traveled these tunnels a few times, never going to deep, for many of the monsters here were still above the ability of our group. I lead the other two past some large groups of adventure seekers, heading to our favorite killing spot. I came upon the stairs that would serve as our camp for the night and was glad to see no other adventures had taken the spot.
"Here we are." Kar said with a smile. Anzath sat down to prepare himself for the long night as Kar and I resumed our discussion on food. I was dead set on pasta, but she wanted chicken....
"Are we gonna kill something or talk about food all night?!?" Anzath remarked.
"Fine Fine" I said, and pulled out my crossbow, glad that my friend had stepped in to save me. I pulled back the string and knocked a bolt, as the mages readied themselves higher on the stair. I crept down as best I could in my full plate. As quite as it was, I wasn't very sneaky and as soon I rounded the corner a spirit rushed me, purple with anger. Not wanting to face something so big by myself I released my bolt and turn to run.
I caught a hard hit on my back as I reached the stairs; glad to be in view of my trusty comrades. I turned as hit the Spirit as hard as I could with my most well known attack. Just as I swung my pollearm back around for a second attack I heard the rush of a fireball race past me, hitting the spirit's face. I swung again and again, but the hell spawn was not going down. I felt the rush of life flow back into me as Kar continued to chant her powerful healing spells. Anzath began to waver, hitting the spirit again and again with his mighty fireballs. I had just enough energy for one last move as I swung the pollarm over my head into a figure eight configuration, hitting the spirit on the back of it's neck. Blood came oozing out of its mouth as it snarled and attacked again. The site of blood did nothing but urge me on as I hit the spirit again and again, finally a huge fireball that had been forming behind me engulfed the spirit and it went down, screaming all the way.
I looked at the deck for only a moment before hitting the floor. I tried to sit up, but my every muscle ached from the battle. I felt another rush of life flow through me as Kar casted one last spell before sitting down to regain the vast amounts of energy used in the fray. I turned to see both of the mages sitting against the wall, smiling all the while.
"Mediocre indeed." Anzath remarked, proud of the kill. We had
never before tried to take down one so powerful without the aid of others.
The night went on as usual, and mighty spirits vanquished before us. After
an hour in the cold Catacombs we were all in need of a good nights sleep.
We headed out of the mine and walked slowly back to a nearby village.
The only thing left to do was to have a drink at the pub and tell a tale
to the locals of the mighty Mediocre Trio. Many had heard of the Templars
of the Griffen and gave us drink after drink, glad to have a guild so
strong protecting the town, if only for a night.