The Item
You must make your escape quickly! The mission for the Item would have to be aborted. You will make your way back to the city Gerard, and tell Reef you have failed. Standing, you realize the wound you suffered earlier this night, or earlier this week for all you know, has mysteriously disappeared. Before leaving, you look about the room you are in. There are a few weapons you could take, and you pick up a sword and bow with five arrows before leaving.
"You are not to leave the room, intruder!" someone booms out. You draw your sword. "Hah!" the voice jeers, "you have tried to take the Item from us, and now you must die. The Item will bring about the destruction of the world, and I will rule over the land of the dead."
Now you knew whose voice you were listening to. Uthruc, the Lair King. Fleeting rumors have told that he was an undead king, brought back by the Eternal Lady to send everyone to her, to end her grief and loneliness. You are going to die.
A silver spiral appears before you. The work of a dark mage, surely. You can look into this floating silver puddle and see Time. Gradually, the puddle changes shape. A dark substance materializes before you. Uthruc! You are the first moral to gaze upon his nonliving being!
"Yes. It is me. You cannot hope for victory. Prepare to die."
"You are not to leave the room, intruder!" someone booms out. You draw your sword. "Hah!" the voice jeers, "you have tried to take the Item from us, and now you must die. The Item will bring about the destruction of the world, and I will rule over the land of the dead."
Now you knew whose voice you were listening to. Uthruc, the Lair King. Fleeting rumors have told that he was an undead king, brought back by the Eternal Lady to send everyone to her, to end her grief and loneliness. You are going to die.
A silver spiral appears before you. The work of a dark mage, surely. You can look into this floating silver puddle and see Time. Gradually, the puddle changes shape. A dark substance materializes before you. Uthruc! You are the first moral to gaze upon his nonliving being!
"Yes. It is me. You cannot hope for victory. Prepare to die."