Silver Valley Lesson
Tired of hunting in the Spider Temple, Osyra decided that she would accept a friendly wizards invitation to go hunt Pooka's in Silver Valley. Those nasty little Pooka's whose eyes can stun you to speechlessness or frighten you into running in the most convenient direction possible. These were something new to Osyra and the kind wizard had bought her a weapon to hunt the ghostly beasties with. A deep red vultite falchion, blessed, would slice those little beasties into Pooka bits.
Osyra would not have been able to go had Lord Telekin not been able to spell her up to be able to resist the Pooka's nasty stare. Wizards were good for that. Osyra could send him the mana to spell her up, and he could give her the spells necessary to defend herself against the creatures so much older than her.
Not being able to stand in anything except offensive stance can be dangerous for those not spelled sufficiently to ward off the Pooka's nasty bite.
This night, however, there were few Pooka's to hunt, they seemed to be getting more scarce by the day. It seemed with the ghostly undead creatures were deserting the land, the Silver Valley would soon revert back to the old ways, when the land was teaming with beautiful stallions and mares, more beautiful then any eyes had ever beheld.
But that was not to be....
Since there were no Pooka's to hunt this night, Lord Telekin decided to take Osyra to hunt shadow mares. A sight she had never seen before much less dreamed of. The mares looked as if they could have been beautiful at one time, one time when they walked the land of the living. Now they were just ghostly images of their former selves and even more dangerous than the Pooka's stunning stare.
However with Lord Telekin, Osyra felt reasonably safe, they were no where near anything that could possibly harm her, and she knew Telekin would get her out of danger should it arise.
And arise it did. For out of the dust and the fog of the Shadow Mare's death galloped in a Night Mare, it's nostrils flaring, it's eyes glowing red with deathly fire.
Fright blazed in Telekin's eyes as the words 'Run' died on his lips when the Night Mare prepped a spell so horrendous, Osyra had never seen it used by any but the most powerful sorcerer.
She didn't even have time to react. The Night Mare glared at her and cast the spell. Fire ripped through her as the first wave of the intense pain hit, wave after wave of pain struck her until her spirit warding failed and she collapsed to the fog covered ground in a lifeless heap.
Fortunately, she held favor with the goddess and she would be returned to life when a kind cleric braved the dangers of the Silver Valley and raised her spirit.
Osyra learned that night never to set foot in Silver Valley again. Never again would she near the Night Mares and their dark spells . Perhaps when she was older, but not now or anytime soon. They would, she vowed, pay one day for rendering her so deathly helpless.....
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