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|discoveredby=Escent | |||
|discodate=9 January 2007 | |||
|discoregion=Joppo | |||
|island=Beluaterra | |||
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Latest revision as of 18:33, 12 September 2009
When I first arrived in Joppo word going around at the local inn was that three days before one of our own, Maddock McMasters, had been killed by one of the undead. Those who saw Maddock fall say it was a deamon spat up from hell itself that had cut him down. Many nobles consider us adventurers to be little more then scum but in our way we mourned the passing of one of our own. It may have been out of fear as much as companionship that we had decided that we would venture out together that night. But, no matter the reason, as the sun went down and the moon rose higher we grabbed our swords and torches and headed out towards the edge of town, each of us hoping to find our courage and riches. As I looked up to the top of the small rise at the edge of town I saw a dark figure painted against the silvery night. Clutched in the figures out stretched claw was a massive sword glinting in the moon lit night. Suddenly with a yell my companions and I surged forward as one group. Cutting, now slashing, faster and more desperate as the minutes ticked by, slowly felling the undead that stood in our way. Such was the fury of our attack that the undead daemon himself rode to the front of the battle line, spitting curses and calling out our names, swearing to make each of us apart of his legion. As he drew near he tossed Gamerk aside and as he turned to finish him off I saw my chance! Lunging forward I drove my sword into his side with all of my might... time stood still and the sounds of the battle faded till nothing was left in my world save the piercing scream of the Daemon echoing inside of my head. He fell, evaporating into a thin black mist which blew away in the night air. As the battle slowly died down around us I reached out to claim the prize which lay at my feet, his sword.
Type: Weapon Condition: Deteriorated beyond repair and usefulness Special: Prestige + 4
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