A bulky figure appears out of a roughly hewed cavernīs wall far below the surface. Ben stands still almost like the surrounding stone itself. A chorale is barely audible from the distance. Crude torches of all colors lighten some areas of a path polished by centuries of use. At the opposite side of the cavern the path enters a dark oppening in the wall. The ornaments around the entrance send pain through Benīs body. "There they hide... finally I got them." A burst of hate makes the dwarf shiver. "It is time to give your doings an end!". He melts again with the stones...
... an hour later the well known figure sneaks over a roof of a strange twintower in a large cave lit by torches made of materials nobody really wants to examine. An overwhelming stench of decay and a the taste of evil magery fills the air. Carefully Ben scans the area. Only melodies not made for human throats and words of long forgotten languages disturb the situation. From far away the howling of daemons is audible, and around the cave entrance hell hounds patrol the area.
Slowly and almost silently Ben enchantes with his rune magic a single rune. With a grim smile he carefully puts the rune back into his runebook. "And here we go! Time to get some light to this place." Steping over the lifeless and already decaying body of a slim and hooded figure he melts with the darkness, and only a vulgar dwarven sign carefully scratches in the forehead of the dead mage might give a hint for his presence.[/i]
So here we go:
Thursday,
15.12., 1900 GMT (
I mean 2000 German time) I will lead a hunt to clean the evil twin towers that befoul the underworld. Any volunterr will be warmly welcomed.
Every captured coin will fill the Baronships treasury,
and every caught reagent my private stock...
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