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The Memory of Haakon 24Itikars are savage black-feathered war birds used by Vassagonian Nobility as mounts. These beasts are quite able to scout unknown territory, mount air raids, and in many cases turn the tide of otherwise hopeless battles. From the many platforms you choose one that seems to fit your needs, a spirited beasts that looks quite ready to take to the air. You are just getting ready to mount the beast when a low chuckling from a shadowed corner stops you. Looking toward the darkness, you try to search out the source of the light laughter. Shock fills your face when the voice is revealed. Captain Mosk, alive and well steps out into the light. How he is alive is beyond belief, but even greater wonder is that he has somehow found some sort of magic that enables him to travel in such a manner that he was able to beat you to this location. Wonder fills your face as you back up a step. 'I knew you would come.' He says, 'It was the only way, the way I personally mapped out for you.' He steps towards you, one small step, yet one very intimidating one. 'What do you want you ghoul.' You hiss violently toward him, retreating yet another step from this undead horror. Drawing your weapon you hold it ready, defensively placing it in front of you. 'Why, isn't it obvious?' Mosk grins maniacally, 'Why I've come for you. What else do I have to live for but revenge? You've cost me my ship, my crew, and my soul. All that is left is to take from you as much as you've taken from me. I've come for your soul, O Dark One of Naar.' 'Stay Back, foul creature, or by Naar's strength I will cut you down again.' You cast at him, steadying your breathing as you ready yourself for battle. 'Perhaps, but then again, even if you do, ask yourself this question. How do you slay a creature even death cannot hold back. Slay me and I'll come back again, and again, and again, and each time death seizes me I'll come back once more with more power than I had before. All you accomplish by destroying me is creating a creature stronger than what you faced before.' Mosk chuckles again and reaches to his side where he draws a long jagged scimitar. Fresh blood drips from its scratched blade, dripping silently to the stone floor. Looking around, you notice that the guards have all been slain by Mosk, their bodies lying in various nooks and crannies you had not bothered to look in, in your haste to depart. With a roar, Mosk charges. Around you the Itikars go wild, screeching and flapping as they try to escape his hideous presence. With no choice you face off with this apparition of terror. Captain Mosk: COMBAT SKILL 20 ENDURANCE 24 If you win this combat, turn to 33. |
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