Author: Willi
Date:Jul 9 2002
They were two kind-hearted servants of the good. Sister Myrier, a newbie nun
on a task, set by the Nun's guild, to slay Evil Lord Abriel. And well- known
adventurer, Sir William, respected Knight of the temple, chosen of Faerwon.
They finally got to the most unholy chamber where Lord Abriel lay in his
coffin.
-'When I push the cover off, dispel it right away' reminded Sir William.
-'Yes, yes' nodded Sister Myrier eagerly.
Sir William pushed swiftly the cover for coffin off and took one step back,
rising his shield up. Sister Myrier released her spell, holy bolt, and the
white whirling energy blasted right at the chest of undead Lord Abriel. Holy
bolt bounced off and crashed at the coffin, breaking it completily.
Unfortunately, Lord Abriel had given unholy resistance againts all magical
attacks.
-'Good heavens, things were going too good anyhow' grumbled Sir William
between mighty strokes with his templar mace. -'By Abigails petticoat, we are
in big trouble!' screamed Sister Myrier suddenly. -'What do you mean?' asked
Sir William and glanced hurriedly over his shoulder. -'This last pouch is
filled with empty vials! I can't cleanse that evil minion!' sobbed Sister
Myrier. -'Aww, this is the last time I will ever help a newbie nun!' Sir
William blurted out, 'Ever!'.
Evil Lord Abriel watched the quarreling with plain pleasure. Blows from Sir
William's mace rebounded off from his glowing vest doing no harm what so
ever. He wryly casted the spell of imprisonment.
-'Just in case you were about to leave' he boomed with unholy, undead voice.
'I guess you are right, Sir high knight of temples, This is your last task.
And and yours too, dear Sister Myrier'
The two children of light, templar and nun, moved closer to each other. Sir
William guarded his partymember, firm expression on his face. Sister Myrier
held her wooden cross, squeezing it with white knuckles.
-'Now, kill us already, you evil beast!' roared Sir William. -'Who was talking
about killing? I have something else in mind, more horrible for you, yet
pleasant for me to watch.' snickered Lord Abriel.
Evil Undead Lord began to chant. Unholy candles started to flicker. Magical
wind whistled and ground trembled. Something bad was going to happen.
Suddenly Sir Williams face turned to white.
-'You son of the devil! You can't do this to us!' he screamed. -'I think I
can.' replied Lord Abriel. -'What is happening! I feel so cold!' cried Sister
Myrier. -'He is turning us to undeads. This is so wrong!' raged Sir William.
-'Isn't it ironic, don't you think?' smiled Lord Abriel.
Lord Abriel finished his chant. Black light engulfed the two adventurer and
suddenly it was all quiet. The black mist cleared and there they were, two
new powerful undead monsters.
Sir William was now a horrible sight. Handsome young man, except for glowing
red eyes. Even his equipment were changed. Wielded in right hand there was
red mace, glowing with black light. And in his left hand, shiny shield with
black rose in the centre.
And what happened to Sister Myrier then. So young, beautiful and innocent she
was and now turned to a undead monster. Tears frozen around her eyes and
blonde long hair waving in unreal wind. Unholy and twisted cross in her
right hand and a pouch with empty vials in her left hand.
You can still find them from the basement of the church in the town of
Brimshire. But beware!