Ann the Scribe
UP: Great Lakes
I’d like to express my gratitude to thosebrave
adventures that helped escort me to the Shrine of Compassion
from EmpathAbbey. As a scribe and monk I do not get out often,
but I am aware of thedangers in our land. It was for this
reason that I put out a modest call for anescort as I made
my pilgrimage to the Shrine of Compassion. Brother Edward
hadbeen there for the past month meditating on the Virtue
and I was to relieve him.Five stalwart gentlemen came forward
in answer to my call for help. Orion, Scrib,Maldoror, Sinteres
trip started out with a few mongbats accosting us, which were
rapidly dealtwith. We’d decided that taking the road would
be safer than cutting throughthe wilderness. This had the
side effect of having to pass by the local cemeterywhere some
skeletons decided we should join them in their eternal rest.
Mycompanions dissuaded them of this idea.
We pressed onward, encountering ettins, orcs, trolls, dire
wolves and even agazer! At one point an orc mage attacked
and focused on myself. It was veryfrightening and the world
went black at one point. Fortunately, one of mytraveling companions
was able to bind my spirit back to my body and we continuedonward.
The rest of the journey was punctuated by more attacks, which
seemed to growfiercer the closer to the shrine we came. Some
part of me wondered if somethingdid not wish me to arrive
and meet with Brother Edward. The worst of the attackshit
as we entered the desert around the shrine. Scorpions, spiders
and earthelementals seemed drawn to our group. Many of the
brave warriors fought on, evenwhile poisoned. The Virtues
were with us that day, though, as we managed to pushthrough
the monsters and finally arrive at the shrine.
Edward was pleased to see me and a bit surprised that a month
had passedalready. We both thanked the five gentlemen who’d
escorted me and I gave themsome food and drink for the trip
home. I am proud to know that there are bravesouls in the
world still who are willing to take time from their busy lives
inorder to help those of us who are not skilled in the arts
of combat. My thanksand blessings go out to all of you who
stop to lend aid to those who are weakerand in need.
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online,