The Writings Of A Mage

[Sagwort 833]

The Writing Of a Mage

I have written this in a hurry for I fear they are coming to attack the elven city. I sit here in my tree top home wondering how I could have let myself become to foolish.

I was gestured by Throdo and old friend and a band of other fellows, Will, Albrecht, Olek, Luke and VonEbs. Throdo spoke of a good friend of his turning to the dark side and joining the undead. We agreed to help him in his time of need and formed the Brotherhood, we would go to the end to help each other on this quest, and to we marched to Laurelin. We seemed to have arrived at a good time as the night approached when we arrived in the city. The Prince Native had gathered an army of men and planned to attack the undead keep that had been stationed just outside of the docks. Now that our Brotherhood had joined with the army we went to siege the Keep leaving a trail of anger and persistence behind us.

Upon our arrival we came to find that the keep was horrid. Netherack built up the walls like cobble from Oren and obsidian made a keep hidden in the night. Throdo in a blind furry to get his friend back charged a troop of other brave souls behind him. Native however stayed back, the attack was short lived. Lightning struck from all corners of the keep as the Undead raised their cursed staffs to sloter us like pigs. Native seeing he had little choice began the battle; Undead servants came with knives and other damned weapons slicing through us not with skill but with numbers. A bolt of lightning blew me backward into the ocean that spread before the keep. It was not long though before I came to my senses, I had to escape from the battle or lose my life. I swam through the water at a relentless pace as lightning was striking elves and man all around me. I came to land and was greeted by a hard lightning bolt to the leg making me trip on my old legs. I scrambled to my feet as lightning struck inches from me.

As I ran I only heard the screams of men and the flash and crackle of the Undead’s lightning. I reached Laurelin tired and hungry I leaned agents one of the trees along the edge of the grove. As I lit my pipe and puffed out a smoke ring I heard nothing no screams.

The lightning has stopped…

-Ambros

[VonEbs 1224]

That was a terrible night. I stayed back with Native, so I was not harmed. All the armies of Aegis should rally to dispell this dire incursion in Malinor!

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