Traces of Ancient Days

n the meantime I had become a rather experienced fighter. I had seen dangerous monsters and sinister enemies. I had experienced the challenge of dangerous dungeons, had fought elementals and liches.
Mad Biker's behavior should be an example for me. The mysteries of this world had trapped me in a whirl of curiosity and thirst for knowledge. So one day I packed some reagents into my backpack, took my crossbow and a set of bolts and left Trinsic heading south.

After some hours of trudging through the dense tropical jungle I reached a large sandy shore. On the shore I found a deserted fisherman's tent, worn by the salty air and the pitiless sun.

After a short break I continued my way through the tropical jungle. I avoided the coast, for there were many houses and some evil folks, and fought my way through the woods. Tropical birds were singing and the humid air made me sweat under my green robe.
Suddenly I heard a strange howling sound from ahead. Carefully I continued, sneaking through the undergrowth, until I reached an ancient ruin. A spectre haunted this place. It seemed to smell my closeness and attacked me before I could see it. I grabbed my crossbow and killed it with a few shots.

The southern forests seemed to be full of these mystical dilapidated buildings. I always asked myself, who the people were who once had lived here. What had their destiny been? Why did they leave all their belongings behind? What had driven them away?
All these unanswered questions occupied me while continuing my journey.
I passed Skara Brae and headed north. Half way to Yew, near the Orc Fort, I came across another ruin. At once I was attacked by an angry lich, who cast one spell after another at me. He paralyzed me, and before I was able to react, I was dead.

Fortunately a near healer resurrected me, and I managed to get my equipment back from my corpse by hiding from the lich. I already wanted to attack it again, as I noticed, that the lich must have looted my bag which contained my reagents and my bolts! I was defenseless! Fortunately I had some feathers with me, and I soon had fletched 20 bolts from the wood. The lich died and it was a pleasure to me. Actually I found my bag in his corpse.
Another lich appeared, leaving hardly time to take a breath. Together with another fighter I put the horror to an end.

I surely will keep an eye on these haunted places!

04/98

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