It is a hideous misfortune that the restful
slumber of our departed loved ones is so often interrupted by the twisted magic
of necromancy. Over the years, scores of peaceful cemeteries have been looted,
ravaged, and defiled by a league of grave robbers and practioners of vile magics.
More often than not these interruptions of the dead’s rest result in a hastily
assembled group of brave souls valiantly forcing the awakened dead back into
their crypts and coffins, with a few unfortunate additions to their numbers.
The city of Moonglow, haven of sorcery and the arcane, has in the span of its
existence seen the birth and death of a score of learned mages from all schools
of the mystic arts causing the tombstones in its cemetery to read like the
reference index for “The Encyclopedia Magicka.” Because of this, when the
dead awaken in Moonglow more often than not a Liche of some power is amongst
And so it was that in the early morning hours an aspiring group of young
necromancers found themselves face to face with the desiccated remnants of
Markus Druuhal, whom despite the relative level of decomposition in his body
seemed more than capable of throttling one of their number with a surprising
quickness for something that should have been quite dead.
Garrick Fallstone, the lone survivor and soon to be imprisoned member of the
group fled the cemetery with his friends in quick pursuit; it was then he says
that he noticed the trees. “They...they just began moving. Behind us we could
hear the liche coming and the dead crawling out of their graves…but those
moving trees stopped us dead in our tracks. It was unnatural, the way the
branches flexed and waved like arms and claws - and I swear, I swear that one of
the trees grew a face before my very eyes.” Garrick goes on to say that “all
of a sudden Henry just exploded into flame and that got us moving again because
we knew the liche was after us. I ran and ran. When I stopped to look back, one
of those trees had speared poor Luis to the ground with its branches, and I
swear to you it was laughing as the blood seeped around its trunk.”
Townsfolk were quick to respond. Fortunately the citizenry of Moonglow has
developed a well formulated plan of defense and within minutes of Garrick’s
collision with a guardsman, the town criers had alerted the populace to the
threat and a band of warriors were well on their way to containing the menace
within the cemetery area before the slowly creeping tide of ensorcelled trees
could claim innocent lives. All accounts of the ensuing battle more or less
state the same thing, summed up in a fitting statement by one of its
participants, Dylan : “Skeletons everywhere and reapers, thank the Virtues for
fire fields, those damn trees hurt and that’s the only safe way of killing
After some hours of desperate fighting, the recently reanimated Markus Druuhal
was forced back into his crypt by a heroic teamwork of magery and swordsmanship.
Within minutes of the fiend’s entombment the bloodthirsty foliage returned to
normal, easing the burden of containing the reapers from the militia’s
shoulders and granting them free reign to join the cleanup of wandering zombies
As for young Garrick Fallstone, my sources in our Lord’s guard assure me that
he will face the maximum civil penalty for his hand in this unfortunate event.
We can only hope, as citizens, that his imprisonment will serve as a reminder to
other young, overly eager students of magic to take their time and avoid
shortcuts such as digging up the remains of their betters.
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online,