UP: Great Lakes
Greetings readers, Iím Cara Newsman, your
Combat Chronicler. Today I bring you two events. It will be for you to decide if
their seeming connection is just a simple coincidence or if something more
sinister is stirring. These two events took place in different parts of our
land, one in Moonglow Felucca, the other in Yew Felucca, and were scant days
I had recently been in Moonglow, staying at the Youth Hostel there and had
attended a vigil at the Trammel cemetery. Horrid undead rose up and attacked the
defenders that were there, but were eventually put to rest once more. Things
have been quiet in Moonglow Trammel since. But if one were to travel to Felucca,
the undead occurrences there have taken a drastic rise. I needed to visit the
Abbey in Yew, Felucca, to meet with another chronicler, so I traversed the
facets just outside of Moonglow.
For no reason yet determined, the undead in the Moonglow cemetery in Felucca
rose up in numbers and set upon anyone that ventured near the graveyard.
Although I did not witness this myself, I did hear rumor that there were red
liches and even a yellow liche commander among the walking dead. I did find
myself dodging an ash bone knight as well as an ebon bone knight.
The rains that had been plaguing Trammel Moonglow were in abundance in Felucca
Moonglow as well. Warriors slogged through the morass, spattering their fellows
with entrails and mud. Fortunately, the swampish ground seemed to slow the
undead as well. I cannot rightly say how long the fighting went on, but the sky
grew dark long before the ravaging undead were finally put back to their eternal
Normally my tale would end here, but only two days later, while I was on my
way to the Abbey in Yew, I happened to be passing north of the Crypts that lie
to the east of Yew. The hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention as the
eerie wail of a wraith mixed with the maniacal laughter of liches. Always having
pad and quill with me, I dodged amongst the houses there to see what was
I found a group of people frantically fighting off all kinds of undead. A chill
ran up my spine as I looked to see if there were any oddly colored undead - fortunately, there were not. Small armies of skeletons crunched alongside the
rotting husks of zombies. Bone knights in turn led them while the flanks were
being covered by bone mages. There were liches being directed by liche lords and
the carnage before my eyes was almost more than I could put to paper.
The local residents put up a valiant fight against the living dead. Some of
them fell to the foul creatures and, being on the wrong side of Lord Britishís
laws, the wandering healers would not assist them. Fortunately, their fellows
were skilled in the arts of healing and rejoined body to soul.
After some time, the undead raid seemed to stop and the only sounds left were
those of a more human nature, the sounds of folk searching among the wounded for
fallen friends, voices giving rise to hidden fears of what the attack might
mean. No one was able to pin a reason on the attack of the living dead.
Were these two attacks just random uprisings? Is there something far more
sinister behind the attacks? Only time will tell. Until then, Iím Cara