It was a peaceful day at Yew Abbey, with not a
breath of wind. Brother Ambrose and a small band of monks prayed and meditated
in the Ankh chapel in Yew Abbey, preparing for their pilgrimage to the Shrine of
Justice. Suddenly the door of the chapel was flung open and a group of
adventurers entered. “Brother Ambrose, beware!” they warned. “We just
found out that Vilendra, the Emerald Enchantress, plans to ambush your whole
party of monks.”
“We cannot delay our pilgrimage to the Shrine,” replied Brother Ambrose
calmly. “Why doth this Emerald Enchantress wish to slay peaceful monks who
have harmed her not?”
“She found an ancient book called Tome of the Blood Candles. It seems she
needs Blood Candles for one of her arcane rites, and one of the secret
ingredients in making a Blood Candle is the blood of a monk who is pure in the
The monks looked startled, and whispered together. Brother Ambrose stepped
forward, a look of firm resolve on his weathered face. “The brothers are all
agreed. We go on our pilgrimage. When one’s time has come to leave this world,
naught can stop the hand of Death. We serve the Virtues regardless of the risk
to ourselves. We shall complete our pilgrimage to the Shrine.”
“Will you permit us to escort you?” asked the adventurers.
“Aye, gladly,” replied the monk. “Thy company and protection is more than
welcome on our journey.”
The monks gathered their packs and walking staves, and set off on their journey.
Thomas, the youngest monk, followed respectfully behind his older brothers. The
adventurers stayed close by the monks as they walked past the Yew moongate and
Suddenly a huge group of vicious elementals attacked, accompanied by hellhounds.
The adventurers fought the monsters as best they could, but alas, Brother Thomas
The air shimmered and the Emerald Enchantress appeared. She had green hair and
very pale skin and was clad in woman’s plate armor and high black boots.
The sorceress had an unearthly beauty, and she walked with the lithe grace of a
panther. Vilendra smiled lazily as she watched her minions attack the monks and
adventurers, then she casually strolled over to the fallen body of Brother
Thomas and began to gather up some of his blood in a black vial. She put the
stopper in the vial and tucked it into her pack with a satisfied look on her
face. The power of the Enchantress was incredible. She cast spell after spell
and yet it seemed that she was barely touched by the weapons or spells of the
adventurers. After a few minutes of battle, the Enchantress raised her arms and
cast a recall spell, and she and her minions departed.
The shaken monks returned to the Abbey, to pray for the soul of Brother Thomas
and prepare for his funeral. Thomas was a promising young monk, pure in the
virtues, and he will be greatly missed by his brother monks at Yew Abbey.
Gypsy Doria Romanov continues to seek the lair of the Emerald Enchantress.
- -Stav Korwell
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online,