The Black Citadel
You decide to ask Duron about the Black Citadel.
He moves in his chair uneasily and thinks for a moment before answering.
"Ya' know, people disappear from these parts all tha' time and they spend the rest ov' their miserable lives up in that cursed tower as a slave for that dark witch they call Wiculoth. Ya' know, this forest once held powerful magic and was the home of the race of elves. Wiculoth has been here as long as I can remember, 'bout half a century or more. And eva' since the day that tower was built this ancient land has been lying in wretched darkness. Everyday now his power becomes ever stronger, and all the beauty and goodness this land once held has been swept away."
There is silence again as Duron, shadows flickering across his weather worn face, stares into the fire.
"So if everything in this land is corrupted and under Wiculoth's dark power, what about you then Duron?" you ask questioningly.
"I often think 'bout that and I wonder how long do I have before, ya' know, me will and spirit are broken down. It'll happen eventually ya' know, happens to everything here."
You are both silent for a few moments and the only sound you hear is the crackling of the fire.
Duron soon gets up, opens a drawer and takes something out. He drops it in your hand.
"Adventurer, be careful out there, take this, it's all I can give you."
You look down into your hand and see a *rabbit-foot charm, on a silver cord, which you place around your neck.
You decide it's time to venture out once more so you thank Duron for the food and bid your farewells.
He moves in his chair uneasily and thinks for a moment before answering.
"Ya' know, people disappear from these parts all tha' time and they spend the rest ov' their miserable lives up in that cursed tower as a slave for that dark witch they call Wiculoth. Ya' know, this forest once held powerful magic and was the home of the race of elves. Wiculoth has been here as long as I can remember, 'bout half a century or more. And eva' since the day that tower was built this ancient land has been lying in wretched darkness. Everyday now his power becomes ever stronger, and all the beauty and goodness this land once held has been swept away."
There is silence again as Duron, shadows flickering across his weather worn face, stares into the fire.
"So if everything in this land is corrupted and under Wiculoth's dark power, what about you then Duron?" you ask questioningly.
"I often think 'bout that and I wonder how long do I have before, ya' know, me will and spirit are broken down. It'll happen eventually ya' know, happens to everything here."
You are both silent for a few moments and the only sound you hear is the crackling of the fire.
Duron soon gets up, opens a drawer and takes something out. He drops it in your hand.
"Adventurer, be careful out there, take this, it's all I can give you."
You look down into your hand and see a *rabbit-foot charm, on a silver cord, which you place around your neck.
You decide it's time to venture out once more so you thank Duron for the food and bid your farewells.