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Thought I'd share my epic misadventure with all y'all! Here goes!
Long had the Mortal Hope journeyed with his band of fellow adventurers and they neared their encounter with the evil Pharaoh Cet Ude D'ua Kahn. They had destroyed the serpent cult, liberated the spirit of the knight D'Soto from the clutches of an evil Demon, and had finally acquired the Mavin from the Great Dragon Erathsmedor. Now they journeyed to Skull Castle to continue their adventure and possibly, find a way to the Dark Lord.
They sailed for a full day from the Port City of Brimloch Roon toward the forboding structure known as Skull Castle. Upon entering, the heroes received nothing less than they expected, hordes upon hordes of the undead waited for the party. However, the forces of evil were no match for the power of the Mavin. The party journeyed forward, meeting more and more of the evil fiends, filling the halls behind them with bones and other remains of the living dead.
The champions of good entered one room and were greeted by the hideous forms of Dark Legionaires! Before the party could act however, the black warriors simply allowed them passage, but also that they were watched with a wary eye. The group slowly advanced, all the while watching behind them for any sign of treachery from the Legionaires.
The hero and his band of stalwart companions mounted a large staircase on the other side of the room from the black guards. The dwarven barbarian of the group quickly jerked the door open and jumped in the doorway ready to take on any forces of the living dead which so filled the walls of this ancient keep. To his surprise however, he was greeted by sweet yet mournful music. That is, he listened only long enough to notice the darkest and most evil of undead known to ever walk the lands of the Gael Serran, a Lich!
Immediately, the Paladin leader of the group called the party to battle against the great evil. They launched themselves into foray but were stunned to find none of their weapons to have any effect against the undead wizard except the Mavin itself. The wielder of the Mavin struck and struck the fiend but gained no headway as the Lich drained the lifeforce from the various members of the valiant group.
Then, to the dismay of all, the room filled with the Dark Legionaires! The air began to crackle with magical energies and to fill with the sound of steel on steel. Suddenly, the Warlock fell before the onslaught, followed in quick succession by the rest of the members of his group. The Mortal Hope fell before it had ever come to face the Dark Lord...
Suddenly, the party found itself just outside of the room!
"The player must have reloaded the game," said the dwarf Durin.
"Makes sense doesn't it, after all, we were killed rather quickly and it was a pretty sad battle," said Tazek, the Samurai Whiskah.
"Hope the player decides to at least listen to what that lich says before we hit it," said the knowledgeable Elrond, an elven Warlock.
The player DID listen to what the party said. Everything went smoothly after that.
-Jafin
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