Greetings, my name is Minnie Mo and I am the housekeeper of Mishmosh
Manor. I’ve been housekeeper here for many years and have seen all
sorts of things. Look into my eyes and see what I’ve seen.
[You
are drawn into the dark brown eyes of the housekeeper. You find you
cannot take yourself away from them. The world seems to grow dark
around you until there is nothing but the blackness of her pupils.
Suddenly a blinding light erupts. You close your eyes to protect
yourself from the glare. Slowly you blink and open them to find . .
.]
There be monsters!
The village around Mishmosh
Manor consists of all sorts of beings. There are vampires, humans,
giants, the undead and more. Usually we all get along but some sort of
spell must have been cast on the villagers. Fighting ensued amongst
them.
A less experienced fighter paired with a more
experienced one and in pairs they did battle to hold territory on three
levels. The winner of a lower level proceeded to the next level to
battle another team. Fighting continued for what seemed like ages.
When exhausted a fighter would rest to refresh himself and another would
take his place. No team stayed the same. I saw a giant fall to a
member of the Sith. A vampire hovered on one knee as he battled one of
the giants and the Polar Bear Monster at the same time.
The
spell casters were unable to break the spell that had everyone
fighting. In fact they found themselves drawn into it. It turned out
that only the men were affected by the spell leaving the women to tend
to their wounds; however, once bandaged the men went out to battle
again.
Although she usually avoids violence, the town’s unicorn
saw that her help was needed. If she didn’t do something to heal them
they would all drop dead from battle fatigue. A bright warm golden glow
escaped the unicorn’s horn and slowly enveloped every member of the
village. As suddenly as it started, the fighting ended and no one could
remember what the fighting was about.
The unicorn explained that
she felt the effects of a golden orb that was cracked. The orb was on
an island just off the coast so she tasked the villagers to bring her
the orb so that she may heal it. She warned them that the orb was
guarded by fierce warriors and the closer they got to the orb the more
they would feel its pull to battle.
They invaded
the island on two sides. Some swam while others went on boats. Inch
by agonizing inch the villagers approached the island. The fierce
warriors stood vigil over the orb blind to its effects; just that they
had to protect it at all costs.
The ships had to navigate
around treacherous rocky reefs. The undead and the vampire swam
through the buffeting waves. With determination they approached the
island. Enraged and snarling, the warriors lined the coast to fend of
the villagers. One of the warriors stabbed the vampire who feigned his
death so he could sneak further onto the island. A black armored
villager pitted himself against a spear wielding giant. Arrows flew.
Swords clashed. At times there were two villagers against one warrior
but even then the battle seemed lost to the villagers.
With
perseverance the villagers continued their fight. They must retrieve
the orb to restore sanity to their village. A very young but fierce
warrior protected the orb until he was finally overwhelmed and fell in
battle. The other warriors cared not for their fallen comrade for only
the orb was important. Collecting their injured and the fallen young
warrior, the villagers took the orb back to the unicorn in the village
knowing that the fierce warriors protecting the orb would soon be in
pursuit.
The unicorn explained that the cracked orb was in such
immense pain. She touched her horn to the orb and slowly the crack
began to heal. The warriors from the island caught up to the villagers
and slowly began to recover their senses. Those that could remember
told the story of how the orb had washed onto the shores of their island
after a great storm. No one knew how it came to be cracked; only that
everyone started to feel the effects shortly after its discovery.
Everyone
then gathered around the young fallen warrior. He who dealt the fatal
blow was sullen, “Insane though he was, he had much strength for someone
so young.”
The lord of the undead approached the fallen warrior
and whispered into his ear, “Too young. Not ready for you am I. Return
to the living.”
With a sudden, and shocking, inhale of breath
the young warrior came to life. Shouts of glee turned into roars before
a sudden screech drew everyone’s attention to the dark night sky. They
peered into the darkness, wondering what man or beast could make such a
sound.
[You hear a high pitched whine but see nothing but the
darkness. You are once again drawn into it. A soft light grows. You
see the housekeeper]
Oh, my kettle is calling. Come, sit by the
fire and warm yourself. I’ll make you a cup of tea. You will be
staying for a while, I’m sure. Shortly you will meet the other guests.
They have stories to tell as well.
I, Aldfalric of Rhovenia, Last of the XIIIth Company, am keeping this diary to preserve what memory I have, that I might replace the memories of the isolation of before.
In the distance I saw warriors in numbers having at each other. Never one to turn down a fight I quickly became clad in maille and girded sword. What followed was a day of intense battle. I sided with several warriors of this realm in an attempt to capture a golden orb from an Island, whilst others attempted to do the same. We traveled to the island many times fighting foes as we went. Were it not for the courage of the warriors with me we would not have been successful. It only proves what courage and skill at arms can do even when the odds unfavorable.
