The Lich Of East Yew I
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Title: The Lich of East Yew I
Author: Krythan
It wasn't long after my newfound friend, TigressKat of Moonglow, brought me to West Yew University that I began to study and practice the art of magery. I had found out that I possessed the skill to use magic entirely by accident when I had gotten lost in the woods. After that I did alot of thinking, and decided magery. I had found out that I possessed the skill to use magic entirely by accident when I had gotten lost in the woods. After that I did a lot of thinking, and decided Journeyman, TigressKat asked me to join her guild, the Winds of Fate. I readily agreed, and was given a shining badge made of some bluish metal that read "Krythan, Lord of Lightning-Wof".
She introduced me to some of my guild members, a few of them being Lithion, Camber, Din, and a few others whom I cannot recall.
Anyway, after getting my guild badge and the title of Lord of Lightning, I became more secure about my magical abilities. Even though her guild was based in Moonglow, Tigress allowed me stay at the University to further my learning of magic.
I would often go out into the forest slaying orcs and ettins with fireballs and bolts of lightning, and the occasional bolt of energy. By the time I was a high level journeyman mage, I had grown quite sure of my spells, and began to venture farther and farther out into the woods.
One day, I believe it was a Wednesday, I decided to visit the Orc Fort and show those orcs what I was made of. I made my way from the school into town ( I had to walk around the bay because there was no ferry to take people across back then ) and bought a map from the shipwright. I checked my regeant supply, made sure my axe was sharp, and set off towards the south.
Pretty soon I passed the cemetery, keeping my distance from its gates, and left the road to walk through the east forest, which I believed was a shortcut. I had studied the map all morning, and figured I knew my way, so when I departed from the road I did not bother to even glance at the map.
Little did I know the orc fort was in the opposite direction. I had calculated that it would take me an hour to make it to the fort at a steady pace, but after an hour's walking, I found myself in a thick forest with no traces of a fort anywhere near. I reached in my pack and brought out the map of Yew.
After looking it over for a few minutes, I noticed that I was no where within the range that the map covered. I sat down on a large log that and began trying to figure out where I had made the wrong turn. It came to me after about ten minutes of thinking that I had gone east instead of west. I cursed at myself for being careless and getting myself lost. I knew I had to find the way back home before darkness fell. It was a bad idea to stay out in unknown forest without the proper supplies, but I would have to if I didn't think fast. I slapped my forehead when the thought came to me. I had completely forgotten that I was capable of simply recalling back to Yew.
I fished around in my backpack for my rune, and about that time I heard orcish voices approaching and the sound of many feet crunching the leaves and twigs that lay scattered about. "Me sed me smel humie neerby capten", I heard one of them say. By this time they were visible, and I had not found my rune, so I made an attempt to hide. It was too late, though, the leader of the party spotted me, and in a crazed war yell he ordered me dead. The four orcs behind him rushed me, but I was already on my feet and chanting a spell.
"Por Ort Grav!!", I shouted, and a blue streak shot down from the sky, killing the first orc. I quickly snatched my axe from it's place on my back, and swung with everything I had at the next orc, who was quickly approaching with a crude club raised over his head.
My axe slashed across his chest, leaving a deep gash. A swift kick in the stomach sent the orc to the ground, unconscious. The orc captain was shouting something in Orcish, and he, along with the other two that were left, came at me with surprising speed. The chief rammed into me, sending me flying into a nearby stump. I tried to get to my feet, but the last thing I remember was a club coming towards my head...
I awoke with a pounding headache, and upon feeling my temple, felt a large bump that was the result of the orc's club. I had no idea how long I had been out, but it was now late in the afternoon, and dusk was approaching. As my eyes focused on my surroundings, I noticed the other two orcs dead, and the captain about twenty yards away with his back turned to me.
"Those idiots must have fought over my things ", I thought as I slowly pulled myself to my feet, careful not to make a sound. I glanced into my reagent bag hanging from my belt, and after making sure I had enough, I whispered spell chant, and a fireball shot from my hands, hitting the orc captain in the back of the head. He fell motionless to the ground as a cloud of smoke from the spell rose from his charred armor. After taking a few moments to gather the items the orcs had taken, I resumed looking for my rune, but soon, to my disappointment, found it.....in splinters on the ground near the dead Orc captain. After more cursing I decided to start walking ... maybe I could find a cottage where I could spend the night. After about half an hour of walking I came upon a cottage...or what used to be a cottage. Two walls of the structure were still standing, while the other two were strewn across the ground. Hoping that I could use the place as a shelter for the night, I walked around the two standing walls to get a view of the inside.
There were pots, pillows, broken shelves, and all kinds of other things scattered across the earthen floor of the cottage. But what startled me the most was the huge sarcophagus sitting in the middle of the floor. There were bones laying around it....Human bones. I backed away and started to run, but tripped over one of the remains of the once standing walls. I fell backwards onto a board that was propped on another of the stones. The board had a small stone on the end opposite to where I landed, and when I hit, the stone went flying in a perfect arc, landing at the head of the coffin.
A few seconds later there was a hissing sound, and the lid of the coffin slowly began to slide off....