Day broke with a growling grumble about the keep. It was the low, loud, throat clearing of one of Trax's pets. Trae is a huge red dragon, and the killer of many adventuring warriors deep within the bowels of Britannia. Trax is perhaps one of the few truly master tamers left on the land, He enjoys the thrill of taming drakes and dragons. Trax's work of taming these giant beasts is truly a feat, not to mention his work at educating some of them in the ways of humans. It was at no small risk to the great beast that he was brought here as security for the home. So far, the beast had provided a wonderful level of protection against the many thieves that pillage the land.

While sunlight reflected off the tower staircase wall, the rumble of a hungry pet dragon did much more to awaken the sleeping mage.

"I'm coming Trae, fear not death from thine empty bowels!"

"Grrrrrbrt!! Bgrawaken grup, grae ggrrungry!!!", Trae bellowed in his best english.

Trae was an interesting sort, and had even become so hungry as to become "untame" a few times, but was not the sort to maliciously attack the owners of the home. As a dragon, he had no knowledge of the many things of human society. This was both good, and bad for the owners. Trae had one time found the cabinet of fine wines and become so intoxicated, having drunken every last bottle, that he began to fireball everything that caught his attention. Indeed, the entire bottom floor was set ablaze under the alcohol fueled session of bliss by the great beast. It was quite a mess to clean up, and thankfully his fireballs had a reduced effect while he was under the inflence of the wine. Trax was able to regain control of him, but it was certainly one of the more defining moments in Rainman's relationship with the beast, as it was the first time the beast had spoken to the young mage. That event was of the many reasons that complex magical locks were used on the Keep's many cabinets of liquor.

Rising from slumber, Rainman throws a robe on and makes his way, yawning and stretching, up the stairs to meet the beast for breakfast. Stepping over to a barrel, he hoists out another satchel of ribs for the great beast, and slings them over his back to carry it out onto the rear balcony.

Approaching the monster, he decides to greet it cheerfully and hand the him his meal. Rainman was hoping to continue instructing the dragon on how to eat his food in a proper fashion, so as not to leave great piles of bones and uneaten flesh on the balcony.

"Good Morning! Now, Trae, this morn's feast is thine to feed thineself. Thou must learn to eat well and yet still leave little trace of the feast!"

"GREs GRain, ghI GRill GRy!"

Trae was obviously quite hungry, as he ravenously grabbed the bag and ripped it open, shredding the tight leather into mere tatters with his sharp claws. Taking the first set of ribs out of the bag, Trae flung it into his mouth, chomping down on the food and cracking the bones in to pieces whilst allowing the uneaten to fall out of his mouth, onto the already stained stone pavers.

"Trae, now take your eating more slowly, taste the food!", Rainman began to reach for the bag...

The dragon balled his fist up and sent it into the mage's chest, flinging him back off his feet, airborne. He flew into the stone wall at the end of the balcony, and fell to his knees, shaken by the blow.

"ghaa! ghaa! ghaa! ghaa! ghaa!", the playful beast calmly laughed, "GRain GNot GReady GOr GAt GUn.. Ghaa! Ghaa! Ghaa! Ghaa!"

"So thou wishes to wrestle for breakfast??", Rainman stood up, "Have at thee!"

Rainman ran straight for the great beast. The two clashed and the human managed to get a hold of one of the Dragons legs. Using every appendage he had, and all his strength, Raiman managed to fold his leg back and pin it to the side of the beast, seriously reducing both parties mobility, and nearly draining Rainman of stamina in the process. Trae flailed with his other legs, hoping to shake Rainman loose and regain mobility, only to end up falling down several times on the pavers and mashing the food into slop.

"Dost Thou Yield!?!"

"GHet Goff!"

Rainman slowly released Trae's leg, letting himself off the hulking form and releasing his grip.

"Now! Eat thine breakfast in proper fashion!"

He turned and walked away from the beast, only to have one of the sets of ribs smack him in the back and knock him over.

"ghaa! ghaa! ghaa! ghaa! ghaa!"

Rainman smiled as he stood up again and muttered to himself, "such a jester, that dragon."

Last night had been an interesting one. The new bruises on his chest and back only reminded him of the one on his head from last night. He returned to his room, and began to dress for the day. putting on some every-day armor, and a blue robe, he gathered up a bag of reagents and runes for the days tasks.

"Kal Ort Por", and he was gone.

The book on the shelf in his room was writing in itself, flipping the page to begin a new chapter.

Stepping up, approaching the two story house on the beautifully forested Moonglow, Rainman greeted his friend.

"Faust! Tis good to see thee! Thou'rt looking well. How goes the research into Necromancy?!?"

"Wind is open! Come, we must soon gate to the entrance, and we'll need a force should we encounter the evil lich." Faust requested.

"Aye, I am ready milord."

They began what preparations were necessary. When everyone was satisfied with their weaponry, armor, and supply of magical reagents, they departed the building. Outside the laboratory, Faust began to concentrate, finally erupting phrase of words of power, he outstreched his arms holding a rune in one, and reagents in the other. A blue oval began to form at Faust's waist, stretching outward. The shape had both upward, as well as horizontal dimension, but revealed none of its own internal shape. Through the center of this apparition, what appeared to be a mountain scene was seemingly visible, yet very hazy.

No time was given to examine this, as the party understood the limitations and expense of opening gates such as this. Quickly each one of the five dissapeared into the blue oval, leaving the laboratory quiet and empty to the stillness of moonglow forests.

The group appeared directly outside of a a white stone entrance. The entrance was seemingly carved directly out of the rock, and two imposing statues guarded its doorway. Inside the ancient manmade cavern, a red and pink pentagram could be discerned. Allowing the great researcher to rest from his magic, the group examined the entrance, yet found little of interest. After this rest, each one stepped onto the pentagram, and each one was teleported into the strangest of places.

The cavern was lighted, yet appearing identical to one of the dungeons of Britannia. Those that could began to track and look upon the ground for signs of evil undead nearby. After finding no evidence of such, they moved in as a group, attempting to find this long lost city.

In an instant, one too fast for many of them to comprehend, a form moved in behind them from around a grouping of rocks. The figure wore tatters, and carried a ghastly staff. Indeed, were it not for the well-formed musculature, it would've looked most like a ghost.

Faust, the leader of the group, sensed something, slowed his pace, and slowly turned around.

From out of nowhere he took a fireball in the chest and was thrown back several dozen feet. Fortunately the aged old battlemage had taken quite a few of those in his lifetime, resisted most of the damage and rolled to his feet, ready to cast at the oncoming lich.

Surprised but not shocked each member the team quickly begins chanting power words and gathering energy with which to throw at the lich. Faust takes a couple more hits, which disturb his spells. However, the lich is outmatched, and under a barrage of 3, sometimes four magical bolts at once, the lich falls.. Keenly interested in the manner in which these ghastly undead are created, Faust is first to the body, examining it, and examining and pocketing whatever it carried.

A few minutes of speculation, and observations of the body, and the group continues on its way.

Finally, the group comes to an entrance of sorts, into the city. The city is lightly populated, and most of the people are mages. Those that have lived here all their lives turn and stare at every new visitor. The opposite quickly becomes true for the group, for never had they seen people with such light skin.

"A result of no contact with the sun, I would suppose", Nick observed.

At this point, It is decided to split the group up, as the city isn't small. In their walks around the city, Faust instructs everyone to look through bookcases and public library's for any book that may be out of the ordinary, any book with information on other or even dark magicks.

The task quickly becomes utterly fruitless. No books, nor information from any of the poplace was to be gathered on the subject of other magicks. It has become clear that this city, once banished for practicing corrupted magic, has had seemingly every trace of such practices removed. It sparks wonderment from the group, each on his own level, of whether or not Lord British himself was perhaps the catalyst for such.

"It would certainly have been within his power to destroy whatever knowledge this city had gained, before allowing his own poplace access to the city." Rainman speculated.

Speculation turns into assumtion, which turns into belief as the group wastes several days looking for what simply isn't there. And thus, the city that had promised knowledge on ancient arts long forgotten, and forbidden, becomes a city of burnt books and shattered promises. It becomes an example, perhaps the first great example, of a power in the world that controls the knowledge of other magicks. A power without known form, but bent on obtaining, and controlling all there is to know.

It wasn't long before Rainman requested of his teacher for permission to leave wind so that he may attend to his home. Faust agreed. It was upon checking out that Rainman struck up a conversation with the inn-keeper on the subject of the city's history. The inn-keeper was perhaps the person most willing to share the secrets of the city's past. He reveals that a long line of outsiders have visited this city in the past, attempting to gain its acceptance with Lord British. He suggested contacting some of those people. Upon request, the two retreat to the inn-keeps office, and begin looking through the hotel's past registry. Rainman begins to inscribe copies of the name's of the hotel guests, when one registration catches him off guard.

"Rober and Millie and child...the name is familiar. Tell me, fair inkeep, do you remember these people? Their name is quite familiar to me, although I fear I cannot place it." Rainman requested.

"No, I admit, I have a terrible memory for faces.", he replied.

"Ah, I see, well... the names have truly struck a chord in my memory.. it is almost as if I knew them in my youth...." he trailed off.., "May I take this page?", he asked.

"By all means, take the book, it will be of more use to you and your team than to I, for those were days of few visitors, and poverty for myself." he reminisced.

"I thank thee, Fare thee well.", Rainman left.

Faust was indeed the last one of the group to leave Wind. His sheer determination at getting what he desired forced him to remain several more days in interrogation of the residents of this town. All proved quite futile. Whatever was here, it was as though it was long forgotten, as if some mist heavier than time itself had forced it out of the locals. It was a great dissapointment.