Mmm, I've been asked by the Scribes Guild to put quill to parchment and note down exactly what happened a few weeks ago, on an adventure I lent my services to, mmm. I, by the way, am Megaboz, master sorceror, General of the Errin Armies and Baron of Hithan-Vesh. Just so you know. Mmm.
The adventure began by a number of quite powerful characters, mmm, myself included, being asked to investigate some peculiar events out to the east. By the King's orders, all undead previously employed to defend Errin against the, mmm, Beast invasion, were to be destroyed. Sadly, this wasn't working, mmm, as the things were just getting back up again. So they'd all been confined to barracks, mmm, until the situation could be resolved. Alric, Errin's Arch-Druid, had already gone out to the east to investigate this unnatural, mmm, phenomenon, but had disappeared some weeks previously - so we had to find him.
We headed out via ritual circle, mmm, with Ghar Narrek, that esteemed demon-lord head of the Mages Guild (don't tell him I said that, mmm) transporting us via ritual circle. Now, I don't know about you, but every time I travel by circle I get ambushed, mmm, so we were all in classic formation ready for things to go fruit-shaped. And lo, mmm, and behold, they did, as we were transported accidentally out Lochastle way, where lots of, mmm, nasty critters were ready to do us over. Well, we weren't standing for that, and gave them a good thrashing before I reactivated the circle to take us where we were supposed to be going, to Birch.
At Birch, I had to put a load of militia in order, mmm, as they were supposed to be guarding the ritual circle. Bunch of layabouts. Instructing the five of them not to let any undead hordes through, or let anyone use the circle that day, we moved on. Further down a forest path we came to an undead that was lying, mmm, prone, with some herbal rubbish round its neck. Our scout reckoned it was some sort of undead-suppressing herb, so we took some but then forgot about it entirely. Jobbed the skeleton, though.
Moving on, we met a horde of undead, only about a hundred of them, which Giers dismissed. Whilst I scoped out the lay of the land, mmm, from the back, our warriors chopped up the remaining 20 or so bony warriors. And behind the skeletal champion running the place, mmm (very scary he was, oh yes), we found Alric, bound with cold iron shackles! Well, they turned out to be immune to gouts of fire (though I tried), so our warrior ripped them off him, and we moved on.
Then Duncanthrax (my staff) started acting a little oddly. I began to receive, mmm, visions of the King in distress, calling to me. Quizzing Duncanthrax on this (first time I've ever talked to a staff, mmm) it transpired that a lich lord had arisen, and we had to go back to Brenna to get him!
Well, Duncanthrax transported us back, and we went to see Rassalin, and it turned out that Brenna was under attack, and there was lots of grey mist stuff about. Leaving the palace caterers in charge (strange how all the guards vanish in time of crisis, mmm) we went out and had a bit of a barny, mmm. The undead weren't staying down, so our warriors had to keep chopping at them. I assisted by blasting the odd one here and there, and leading the rest back to the warriors. Though I did find it necessary to use my earth magics to move through the earth, rather than on the surface - this saved me being paralysed by the lich lord (unlike some others). Meanwhile, some necromantic book had been turned up, and after sorting that out and jobbing the lich lord (not as hard as Carristinian was, I can tell you), we cleaned up the place and returned to claim our rewards. For my trouble, I was gifted the Barony of a rather nice little patch of rock I'm calling Hithan-Vesh, mmm. Right, I'd better go now, I've a transport circle to install. Any sorcerors out there, come and see me some time, we need to chat. Right, see you later.
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