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The Tale of Vashyron And Orphideus
UndeadEd
This is the report of the events that happened not a long time ago... A tale both tragic and heroic about a man and a elf who became best friends and tried to lift the Elf from his evil curse. But let's start at the beginning. It all began when I, Orphideus M. Winfield was travelling across the nation of Oren, when I noticed a sign nearby an abandoned manor. To my surprise, I saw that the former owner of the house left it and left it free for me to inhabit. As I was searching for a house at the time, I took this opportunity and went inside. 'A fine place to spend the rest of my life', I said to myself. This words were barely spoken when an Elf came in. He, as well, saw the sign offering a free house. He looked a bit disappointed when he saw the home was already occupied. 'I see this home is already taken', the Elf said. 'Yes, from now on, I live here,' I said, 'But if you want to stay over for the night, you're most we lcome!' The Elf brightened up a bit, and he sat down, while I was making us a cup of tea. Suddenly the door flew open, and a tough-looking dwarf came in. 'Peacekeeper Botar is the name, friends,' he said, 'I saw the sign outside. Is everything alright in here?' I explained to him everything was fine, that I was just decorating the house. 'Can I help you with furnishing?' Botar asked, and I said he could. We spent a few hours decorating and furnishing, when suddenly Vashiron, the Elf, yelled from the cellar. 'Look,' he said. Botar and I went downstairs and there it was: A dark shrine, with unholy relics on the walls, and a sign that said: Hail to the Night. As we went back upstairs, we discussed about the origins of the relics. Not soon after we concluded this must have been a hide-out for the Black Hand cult. We destroyed the relics, but not soon after, the following happened: Botar Blackrock and I were on our way to Al'Khazar to ask around about the Black Hand Cult, when suddenly a Hooded Man crossed or paths. 'And who may you be,' he asked us, especially to Botar. 'None of your business, Undead Follower!' Botar valiantly said. 'Or you will be struck down by the law.' Despite the warnings, the Hooded Man kept threatening us and bloking the way. Then Botar challenged him to a fight, which the Hooded Man gladly accepted. It was a fierce battle. The swords were flashing, the sweat on their brows. In the end, Botar delivered a master blow which ended the pitiful life of the Hooded Man. We headed to Al'Khazar to ask around, but could not find any valuable information. We went home, a little bit disappointed. Suddenly we heard screaming, and we saw Vashyron screaming and swearing at a young woman on top of the inn where he stays. She had long, red hair and wore a brown dress. 'Thief! Witch!' Vashyron yelled to her, only to be answered by the woman with mysterious riddles. 'I swear to God, I will strike you down,' he said, with a vicious look on his face. I could stop him just in time before he struck her down. She left, and Vashyron came to his senses. We went to my place, and he told me that when he was yelling at her, he experienced some sort of trance, which made him want to kill her. He also said he had this trances since he entered my manor. 'Maybe the Black Hand Cult left some of it's dark magic in this place...' I said . 'I once read something about this. It must be some sort of Undead Incantation!' We thought a little longer, and we agreed that the only solution to break this curse was to search for someone who has knowledge of the Undead Magic. Vashyron went home to rest, and not long after Botar entered. He came to see if everything was alright. Suddenly the door swung open, and there was the one we least expected: It was the Hooded Man Botar defeated before. 'You again?' Botars face was struck with surprise. 'Leave this place now, fiend! Or I will strike you once more with this Dwarven metal!' He unsheated his sword. 'Why should I leave?' the Hooded Man said. 'Not Aengul nor an Ascended shall tell me what to do!' Ofcourse Peacekeeper Botar saw this as an offense to thelaw and with mighty strikes of his blade he defeated the Hooded One once more! Now we definitely knew there was something going on! The morning after we decided to march to Snowy Fields, with Botar as our guide. With a little bit of luck, the Undead would listen to us, and perhaps even answer our questions! I travelled to Al'Khazar to buy me some fancy armor. It costed me all my money, and it were not even great quality boots!