Rising Sun: Issue 5 August 2000

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Ruins of the Ancients

8


The creature falls dead at your feet. The Ghoulag stares at you in morbid fear. You have defeated all its traps, fought its monsters, and still had strength enough at the end to face one of its most powerful creations. You advance on it, death dancing in your eyes. No one, not even this creature, dares challenge a Son of Naar and gets away with it.

The Ghoulag shrieks in fear. The tables have abruptly turned and it looks desperately around in hope of finding something, anything that will save it. There is nothing available. Shielding its face with its hands it screams, 'Information, Information, I have information that is vital to you, information that may save you from a death worse than anything I can offer, if only, if only you will spare me.'

You pause, but only for a second. Taking this as meaning a yes the Ghoulag spits out its treasured information as quickly as possible. 'The Supreme Kai Master, Rune Fire, he knows of your quest. He is waiting for you. He is tracking you. Someone in your midst is a traitor; they know everything you do, and are telling the Kai everything they know. He has sent them to wait for you. He knows you are going for the Blade and has placed one of his most trusted Grandmasters to guard it. You must find the way that they are not expecting, or when you go for Helshezag... you will die.' The Ghoulag begins to smile, thinking that he has escaped death once again.

Spitting, you advance once more. You never said a word, only paused, and now it is time the Ghoulag paid his dues. Horror fills his face as you lift your arm, then with a mighty swing you bring your weapon down, and through its form. Your weapon feels no resistance, and he shows no damage, as once again he begins to chuckle. 'Foolish Drakkar, you are powerful, but you have yet to gain the wisdom that will allow you to destroy ME.' Slowly the Ghoulag begins to disappear from view. Shouting in fierce anger you raise your gauntleted fist and shout with fury.

The room then begins to disappear as you are teleported to a beach along the coast. Anchored not far away is a ship, which you suppose is your transport to far away Vassagonia. You have almost completed your adventure.

Turn to 50.

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