“It was bright day and Te’kan was in his home in the Shire working on his holy arcane skills. It has been a tough winter for Te’kan because while he has been diligently studing the ways of law and Order in preparation of serving in (formerly) Lord British’s Paladin Corps he wasn’t sure if it was for him. Suddenly a psychic message reaches his mind… “Help, Help they are killing us …..arrgg “ the short message ending with a gurgling sound. Te’kan quickly grabbed elven bow, a quiver of arrows and his Holy book, running out the door. He believed that monsters were invading the Shire and Te’kan was rushing to the aid of it’s citizens. After a quick patrol around the area, stopping in the Unicorn and speaking with the bartender, Te’kan realized that he had heard something but it was not here, and so across Sosaria he road looking and sending his mind to find who was calling for help. It was as he stopped to patrol Luna that he heard a female voice calling for help again. That is when he recognized it as a member of the Gilfane, the Silverwood House. And now Te’kan knew where he was needed, Land of Gilfane. As he rode into the area Te’kan broadcast a mental image of himself ready to heal the wounded and help if necessary. Tekan was looking around though and could find not a soul around. Thinking this was odd at not finding any body’s weapons or signs of a battle, thought he must be in the wrong spot again. As he stepped around the corner of a brown sandstone house, his elven bow drawn taunt he heard a blood curdling war cry. He whipped around to see what was happening and out came several men on Ethereal mounts hurtling at him. These must have been the raiders that had assaulted Gilfane. They were armed with these strange wooden swords and one was yelling “Bok Bok Bok”. At first glance Te’kan could see these men were armed for war and that he was easily outmatched and so with an arrow in his wake Te’kan tried to maneuver and to separate the men. Almost like a snake another man leapt out of the shadows with a blow dart and Te’kan felt its fiery sting. Poison!! That little dart was poisoned and Te’kan could feel the effects immediately as his limbs arched with agony. Te’kan quickly decided on calling the powers of Chivalry to heal him, but to no avail, it didn’t cure the vile poison. Te’kan realized then that the others were quickly closed the distance and it was time to make his stand so he sent another arrow into his attackers , as Te’kan barred his teeth in defiance. Again and again Te’kan felt the impact of the wooden sword, and he knew his end was near, but then even more he heard vile cursing and laughing from the warriors as they stood over him, bleeding, bruised and nearing the end of his life. Te’kan knew then that he was too divided in his skills, making him an easy target for the warriors…. And that is when he slipped into the gray world of the dead. Disembodied due to his early demise Te’kan could see the warriors laugh as they looted his corpse. It was at this point that a voice could be heard in the distance, and when Te’kan focused on it, it was coming from a much closer location. Te’kan looked down and he could see the ghostly image of a skull taking shape in front of him. “I can givesss thee powerssss” hissed some voice in the background of Te’kan’s mind. “How can this power help me?” wondered Te’kan sarcasticly, which was ironic as Te’kan had just met with a quiet dirt nap. “Why do I need you and what can it do for me” queried the unskilled paladin. The image of the skull was unsettling due to its common association with evil. “Thou shaltsss have the powersss over fleshed onesss and thou can bring the ancient onesss to glory againsss”, Croaked the voice. “I knows that youss want revenge on thosess that killed you….” Cackled the voice. Then a collage of images flooded Te’kan’s mind, of monsters by the scores falling at the power radiating from him, and the warriors who had just killed him, choking and falling to the ground as if they were suffocated. At this point Te’kan was looking out from his own eyes and then as if it rotated and he was seeing himself in a dark robe with the ghostly skull over his face. Te’kan raised his hand and lighting flew from his hands striking those that had caused him and others pain…. And Te’kan felt as if this was an answer to his long winter training, what he had been looking for.... And then Te’kan was ripped back to reality as if from a dream, and there he stood in a grey death robe. Several other humans stood around Te’kan, one even graciously giving back his bow, but as he took the bow, Te’kan knew that there was something else out there, a power he had to have. To be Continued…….