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THE WEREWULF
My journey's end is near; as the last few ebbs of
daylight dance fleeting in the cooling twilight, and
then suddenly dart off to chase the red sinking sun.
Behind me I feel night's dark icy fingers slither up
long looming shadows, hiding behind
large mounds and boulders, watching my every move...
For days I have journeyed from the realms of the
jungle wulf to 'KNIGHT LORE' castle to seek the old
dying wizard and ask for his help to free me from this
deathly curse... For countless nights I have slept
chained to trees to keep my deathly curse at bay,
but now I am here...
My footsteps echo around the damp mossy walls of
the large chamber, as I enter through the open main
gateway, colossal doors judder open in an untouched
groaning symphony, beckoning me forward
on my quest.
I sense the old wizard's gaze playing upon me,
encapsulated within the labyrinth of traps and tests,
to keep out all but the most persistent of unwanted
guests who seek an audience with the great
wizard MELKHIOR.
Suddenly a cool blue mist starts to ebb forth from the
cracks in the ancient stone-work. As it does so it
begins to take form and becomes a powerful
swimming swirling vortex of energy.
Over all of the noise can be heard the chanting and
singing of long forgotten tunes, all sung in a blur of
forgetfulness.
The mist suddenly ceases its action and dissipates as quickiy as it came. I drop to the floor and with full knowledge of the old wizard I begin my quest. Dimly lit tourches light the massive stone walls, their tired flickering flames never seeming to penetrate the inky darkness for more than a few feet... Crystalline Merkyls, hideous Hobgoblins, stand frozen on huge monoliths, glittering in the cool trembling moonlight. Encapsulated by the old wizard long ago, they await their fate in an un-ending task of defence, silently and stoney. This is to be their everlasting fate as guardians of KNIGHT LORE castle, until the ultimate death of the old sorcerer... The moon has risen quickly and in the fullness of its cool blue light, I become a Werewulf... My fate is now all too clear, I have but forty days and forty nights to find the old Wizard and seek his help and magical instruction, before my tormented soul becomes forever a werewulf.
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