Our struggle with the unholy beings of pure evil continues (I sound too paladiny, Better erase this line later)
We successfully abolished the shadows by applying the simple laws of interplanetary geometry in combination with theoretical mathematics equations of force conjuration, but I knew something was still out of order; these shadows weren’t the ones to create the magical darkness that hindered our sight or the arctic tempest, which troubled Tristan no more than an unsanitary mug of ale, there was something else at work here something more powerful than a mere shadow, someone or something that can manipulate the raw energy that surrounds us all create his wish with a simple thought someone who has access to Mysta’s realm of dominion or even worst Shar’s.
So I decided to put professors Delreight’s advanced divination course into practice (I was never good at divination, but eventually I was able to master the basics) I successfully altered the way my eyes perceive sights and allowed them to see things that even the Common Berostian hawk would not see.
And there they were two gruesome, horrific undead creatures standing in the corners of the room, but a second later they were gone.
One of them reappeared, and immediately tried to clutch Felix with his unholy grasp, but Timora will never allow one of her clerics to be caught unprepared, with uncanny almost unnatural swiftness he managed to avoid the abomination’s grip.
And then it struck me, it felt like being thrown into a pool of ice water, when each part of your body is hit by thousands of tiny freezing knives that suck away your life, your happiness your hope…
But I couldn’t have lost hope my friends needed me.
I heard them shouting as they were trying to help me escape, but then I remembered I have a way out. It was a spell I once found on the floor of my mom’s study, I always knew it wasn’t one of her own creation because I wasn’t familiar with the hand writing, but later when I found a personal letter with the same handwriting I found out the architect of this megical scribe.
That’s the second time he came to my rescue inside this labyrinth maybe I ought to give him a chance after all he is my… Never mind I’ll erase that later!
I found myself standing at the far end of the corridor it took me a second to clear my vision, and then I saw that the undead horror was no more than a mound of dust on the ground.
When in focused my attention back on the battle I found that Diadora is no were to be seen and that Tristan was standing helpless, after he was hit but what seemed to be a mind compulsion.
Verena: What?! Dinner is ready? OK Tristan I’ll be right over! Better cut things short.
After releasing Tristan from the charm, and finding Diadora inside one of the walls, tired and a bit shaken from the frightening experience i just had, I tried to explain to Tristan the simple laws of probability in mazes, I even presented the revised version of the great halforc explorer and geomancer Grahnu, but I was interrupted by an abrupt force that thrusted me against the dungeon walls.
We started walking during which I look for all the books I have about natural and unnatural force effects; it was anomaly and I had to make sense of it.
While I was reading my books, I was hearing a loud repetitive clanking sound. At find I thought it was Di’ with yet another demonstration of her staff ostinato melodic qualities, but the sound was somewhat different.
I turned up to be a not so friendly blacksmith (He scared the hell out of me) , but a talented one nevertheless.
It seemed that like most of the non hostile creature in this cursed place he was doomed to spend eternity here.
We found out that he was once a worshiper of Tempus, but he lost his faith in the gods a long time ago, claiming that they have forsaken him.
I can only hope that my small gesture to him will bring some of it back.
Tristan: VERENA!!! DINNER!!!
Verena: OK OK! Coming
I better go down, Tristan made us some dinner. He’s not a great cook, but he is doing it with love, so the taste is a bit better.
Later I’m going to visit Arius’s room; I really miss her she was a great person, I really hope we’ll meet again someday.
After that I’m going to Aaredan’s room to exchange spells and scrolls with him. I shined all my book bindings especially for him, I wonder if he’ll notice.
Better go now before Tristan goes berserk, literally…