It's been five days since we left Kre'Dor to go to this cursed forest
traverse. And as if that weren't enough, right behind is the battlefield of
Un'Krom. We were told that one of the great battles was once held there. In front
For hundreds of years there has been a battle between humans and demons that we
unfortunately lost at the time. Since then, it is said, the souls of the fallen have been transformed by dark magic
forced to guard this level, of course, in order to pass warriors of goodness like us on
prevent. It could be just a legend, but we've made up our minds
to be careful. Especially since in this forest that the people of this area call Kre'Ol,
nothing has grown for two hundred years, so that not even the dead
Trees can rot. And it's true, as far as we can tell, that here
the sun never shines. For half a week we have been able to get through the thick cloud cover anddistinguish the fog day and night only by our sense of time. As if that's not enough
Sia has felt a strange aura since the 3rd day after the full moon.
But first we made ourselves comfortable around our campfire. Me and ours
Dwarf friend Geron was unfortunately assigned to this night watch. While Salomer, our
Magician, still staying with us and talking to Geron about the advantages and disadvantages of the magical arts
discussed - when talking to a small, stubborn warrior like him from one of them
Discussion can speak - the others are either in their tents or already by the fire
fell asleep. Sia, or to be more precise Sianerite, has hugged my arm and is
Has been very quiet for a while, and although that's hard to tell in elves, I think they are
is sleeping. Diorion and Cyrus, those members of our group who are always on the verge of law
and move injustice, now also share accommodation.There is still a fire in the tent next to it
a candle, which is why I suspect that my friend Thamir added his night prayer to ours
Protection speaks. And above all I would be interested in whether our sweet Chriane, Cyrus' sister,
is also still awake. But I would hardly trust our two innocent sluts to do that
they do something.
Well, our party may not be in the best of spirits, but at least our supplies are
still sufficient and the night seems calm. Okay, at least except for Geron's argument
and Salomer. "My fireballs have saved your life a hundred times, haven't they?"
and my ax not yours? "" I would have certainly known what to do. "" Do you mean me
would be useless, magician? "" No, I would never dare, Mr. Dwarf. "Well, I have to go on
do not respond to this conversation. We experience it every night in the hostels as soon as our
elderly cave dweller has had some beers. I remember that tonightwas running out. We should reach a town soon, otherwise Geron and Diorion's mood will be
soon to be more than lousy. At least the nights seem calm. So far we are not
Encountered opponents. Hoping it stays that way and trusting our brawlers
I decide to get some sleep too.
The next "morning" I wake up last. Well, I haven't had an eye for two days either
closed it. The others had already dismantled their tents and had breakfast without me. "Who is late
come, the kite will eat it, "said Thamir when I asked if there was anything left. Well, see you
everyone found it quite fun on my growling stomach. We packed up our valuable cargo
and marched off. Cyrus had already gone to scout the way. However, caught up
we used them in a short time, since we had apparently reached the edge of the forest. When I hit this cold
When I look at the battlefield littered with old skeletons and weapons, I feel colddown. The Kre'Dorer said the forest would ring the plain and advised us to come up
a detour to avoid this area. And even though we're already behind our schedule
hang back, I'd prefer now that we'd listened to them. At least we're starting now
the fastest way to leave this ominous area behind us.
For some time we are making very good progress. Behind us the dead trees of the western one disappear
Kre'Ols and Sia can already see the beginning of the eastern part in the distance. But suddenly twitches
you together. "Thamir, do you feel that too?" I hear Chriane whispering a little further back. "Yes,
do you think what i think " "Living Dead? "I hear the fear in their voices and suddenly Sia calls out:
"Careful! There on the hills!" In the next moment we see ghosts all around us
Skeletons in the field. I, Geron and Diorion quickly have a circle around our less
Combat talent formed as they begin to cast their spells.Lightning is already whizzing and
Fireballs fly through the air, and brightly glowing arrows fly from Sia's bow in the direction of the
Undead. One skeleton after the other crumbles to ashes and the ghosts vanish into thin air. The
few who make it to us get to know Geron's ax or our swords.
Although they are much weaker than us, it is still eight in 80,000, roughly estimated. And
many gnarled arrows break on our shields or, fortunately, whiz past us. I
hope they don't land a lucky hit. In my back I hear Thamir mutter something: "Souls
of the fallen, spirits of the tormented, tormented bodies of proud warriors, may the light of God
redeem yourselves ... "Although I am not the greatest friend of God, I have learned towards his magic too
trust. And as it soon turns out, not in vain. He suddenly starts a strange light
radiate and even I can feel the positive aura around him. Like a huge explosion spreadsit is about us and every being that touches this spell crumbles to dust. And with one
Sometimes it looks a lot better for us.
Diorion just breathes a sigh of relief and, exhausted, drops his arms: "Was that it?" "I know
not ..., "whispers Sia, still the bowstring taut," something is wrong. " And you
was right. Suddenly the fog becomes even thicker so that we can barely see each other. But
at the same time a blurry figure appears on a distant hill. We can
Hard to see how she slowly raises her arm and as if on command the skeletons wake up,
which we have just defeated with difficulty, to new, undead life. And then we have to meet again
Defend against the attackers with hands and feet. "Sia, do you know what that is?" I hear
Geron's deep voice between two of his ax blows. "No, not even I can see it exactly.
But I suspect it is a demon that watches over souls."Although we can
largely thanks to our priests who fend off attacks, but we are slowly running out of breath and they are
the energy out. "Damn shit! None of you specialists have a damned one
Saying in stock that will help us? "Well, I could have put it nicer, but actually am
I think of Diorion. It's getting tight. Especially Salomer, whom I see in the corner of my eye
seems to be bothering something.
"Can you buy me a minute?" Sia calls and puts aside bows and arrows. I move
something to the side to fill her place in the attack line, praying she's a good one
Has idea. Again I hear this strange murmur for a minute and suddenly surrounds it
us a white shimmering sphere. "You can put your guns away now. She should give us about ten
Protect minutes "says our elf, taking a deep breath. Except for a few bruises and scratches
Geron and I didn't get our shields.The others are still okay too.
Except for Salomer ... no sooner was the shield erected than it collapsed and barely moved. "S-
Salomer? Are you still alive? "Asks Chiane worried." Yes, it's okay. I ... have myself
overexerted ... "We watch him in silence until Geron's creaky voice ends the silence:
"Guys, I think we're not complete" We look around and suddenly we feel like
Dragon scales from eyes: Cyrus is nowhere to be seen. I have them since
Attack began no longer seen. "Whether ... it got you ...?" it comes hesitantly from Thamir, who
has since helped our magician on his feet. We all see each other in the with great concern
Eyes. Ciane, in particular, seems very concerned about her sister. "Damn it, stop it,"
shouts Diorion, "The little one knows how to take care of herself. She has shown that a hundred times.
Or how do you see that? "Waiting for an answer, he fixes a stern look at us all, mebut only think to hide his own worry, And again that uncomfortable silence. "Um ..."
hesitantly comes back from our dwarf, "As much as I think about it, there is raging
still a battle. And we are right in the middle. " "Yes you are right. We should
prepare us "I answer him and nod to the others. After each one also with one
Nod replied, we take a deep breath and Thamir gets some healing from his backpack
Potions to heal our minor injuries.
But while he is still doing that we suddenly look at all of the Ciane. With eyes wide open
she stands in the center of the spell, almost as if paralyzed. "Ciane, is something wrong with you?" whispers Sia.
“Cyrus ... I can hear you.” We look at each other again, puzzled. "I beg your pardon?" calls
Diodiron, “How long has this brat mastered telepathy?” “Be quiet. What is she saying?” “She's there
outside. I ... should bewitch your dagger. "Our astonishment increases even more. Quietlyshe mumbles a few words of blessing. "And now?" I wonder. “I don't know.” “Sia, how
asks Salomer. "About 2 minutes, I think," she replies looking around. Suddenly
she points in the direction of the figure from before. And suddenly there are two of them! Although I
in the first moment fear it might be another demon, both seem to be fighting. "The...
that must be Cyrus ... "stutters Sia," your dagger is glowing, do you see it? "Indeed we can
see a slight twinkle. "Yo! See? Did I tell you? Didn't I tell you?"
Diorion, who says she wins? "But Geron's concern was probably unjustified. The longer that
The fight lasts, the lighter the fog and all of a sudden we see Cyrus' dagger in
the figure bores. And at the same time the skeletons that are