We travelled around for a while, crushing a few skeletons as we went. Not far into the eve we met the monk of the Runelords. Ogodei greeting the wise man and he became a great addition to our small squad, with his wisdom and magic.

We soon came to the temple, or altar if you prefer. We studied it for a while but Karma did not know what to make of it, or at least he did not tell us. While we studied the black stone I spied the area around the jail. Two dark figures that resembled ghosts or wraiths was assaulting the people. I spotted Ryndir, of the Ancient Shipwrecks tavern, falling in combat, and told Karma so that we should go there and resurrect him.

But...when we reached the road again, outside the building that once was a bank, I realised what was happening. To late we saw them, to few there was at the temple to hinder them from reaching the top.

I barely dodged the first one as it flew past me growling with a inhuman voice at me. Kael stopped the other one with his horse and shield, but it managed to struggle free and pass him.

For a second I stood as if frozen and I felt something I thought I had lost forever. I was once again filled with the undiluted force of the virtue I once pledged my whole being to.

Spirituality.

I knew that I had to set aside my own personal concern, I knew that I would have to give my life for what was once my hometown, the city of honor.

I dashed up the black stairs following the hideous form while I loaded a bolt into my heavy crossbow. Through the teleporter I stepped without hesitation and I emerged on the other side with a purpose. To stop whatever foul abomination that tries to drive us from our land.

But courage failed me, cowardliness came upon me as a dry throat in the desert.

On the roof, I came face to face with one of them not more then three feet away from me. It raised its arms to the skies and out of thin air half a dozen lich lords emerged.

I span around and darted away as fast as my legs could carry me. Within a few seconds the roof was swamped with valorous men and women battling the undead.

Sadly, my eye caught Kael in peril as he was wrested from his horse. I tried to track Ogodei, but found no trace of him. Later I became too occupied with one of the wraiths. It came to me that these where of two sorts, one was a spellcaster and the other was fighting in close combat. If a more co-ordinated battle was to come, I made a personal note to suggest that this should be identified before so proper manpower could be placed where they made best use.

I placed many bolts into the being before he spotted me. I could see the rage burning in its eyes as it drew power and growled the words of flame strike. I paralysed with fear but came to my senses as the searing heat scarred my body. I stumbled away from its view and came around the black altar to a corner in its centre. I gulped down a healing potion and got some bandages on the most of my wounds.

Too late I spotted the lich lord that had fixed on me. I got to my legs, frantically I started to get my crossbow ready.

A low hiss got my attention and as I looked up to my left one of the dark masters yet again cast the spell of flamestrike. I frantically fiddled with the crossbow, but I crashed to the ground with my clothes burning. The pain had made me drop the bolt...and as I struggled to my knees the liche lord cast a energy bolt at me...

For me it ended with the corrupt soul slamming it fists into my damaged body.

When I woke up later, it was all over. The two beings had been slain.

But I am proud to have fought that day...I feel I made a difference, at least I wish to believe that.

But now?! What cry of women is it that I hear?! Strong and brave men and women yielding not to the army of darkness, but a few low lives trying to make a quick gold piece scavenging the battle field. There are armies that fight for the good, but they give up before they tried to fight?! I am a single man, I know that what little I can do really is not much of a difference.

But the armies that resides in our land...I urge, nay beg, that their leaders meet, discuss a plan! Make preparations. Do not ever let one of those reach that temple again!!

I swear, here and now, that I will pledge my life and sword, to whomever picks up the duty to lead the army that will free Trinsic!!

Do not cry for the deaths to come, but draw courage from the lives you will save!