| "We must hurry,"
Knightshade said. "Our task is not
completed." |
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| With that, Knightshade entered
the ante-chamber and continued on into the room
beyond. It was empty except for a large altar. It
was jet black and covered with arcane symbols.
When they entered, there was a flash of light,
and a wraith appeared, lying face upwards on top
of it. Climbing to its feet, it came at them.
MaitreSteph sent a small tornado at it, which
tore it to pieces. Ignoring this, Knightshade
approached the altar and reached out to touch it.
Before he made contact, a surge of raw energy
travelled up his arm with such force that he was
thrown to the ground. He rose gingerly to his
feet. |
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| "Ah, a force field. It looks
like we will need to use magic to destroy
it," MaitreSteph said. Not wasting any time
he sent a light dart at it. The ball of energy
hit the altar, causing a shimmering in the air,
but little else. "There was a breach in the
field, if only for a moment. If you two cast a
spell together, the breach might remain long
enough for me to strike the altar directly. Wait
for my signal" |
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| The three of them stood side by
side. Preparing spells in their mind. |
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| "Now!" MaitreSteph
said. |
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| Knightshade sent a light dart,
Backlash a flame orb. Both struck the force field
surrounding the altar causing it to shimmer for a
few seconds. MaitreSteph waited for them to
finish, before calling down lightning from above,
which penetrated the breach and struck the dark
altar. The altar splitting in two, its light
winking out. |
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| Sighing with relief, Knightshade
noticed that all traces of the wraith had
vanished. He checked the ante-room and found only
the banshee’s body. The zombie was gone.
Knightshade hoped that this meant that without
the dark altar to sustain them, the others would
be gone as well. Wearily they made their way back
to the surface. Once there they closed the lid of
the sarcophagus, and MaitreSteph used his magic
to lock it. With nothing more to do, they cast a
spell of relocation and returned home to
Leinster. |
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| Once again Lord Daemon had shown
his power, and once again the good people of
Leinster had won through. But the dark lord was
still out there somewhere. No doubt plotting his
next move against the forces of light.
Knightshade wondered wearily what it would it be. |
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