Spectres Haunt Leth Deriel!
(Leth Deriel, Zoluren: 207 Arhat 355)
Pheh! As if I nae had enough trouble on m’hands!
My name is Chaelen Avary. I recently returned to the Dragon’s Realm from a bit of an "incident" that occured to me in foreign lands. I had enough adventure to last me for awhile, as a companion of mine recently told me. Unfortunetly, I am now forced involvement in a situation that seems to be occuring in Zoulren, particuarly in Leth Deriel, which I have heard has had it’s share of "adventure" as well.
I recently had recieved an invitation from my good friend Leolanthas, speaker of the famed Knights of Elanthia, to attend an order meeting in the city in question. On my way however, I was confronted with a startling site. An adventurer had been slain within city grounds! Or had he? Though I knew not his name, I was told by another that he was teleported inside the city walls by something. The clerics and empaths that tended to the corpse in an attempt to recall the soul were reluctant in devulging any further information. They told me they needed little help, so I went on.
At first, I thought that incident had something to do with the next site that my eyes came apon, but I now must wonder. As I walked down the stony path I drew my bade by instinct. Before me were several elven souls walking twards me. Though I was poised for the attack, the spectres’ interest in me was naught. They wore strange translucent chains around thier tattered forms which dragged along the ground, making a echoing clinking noise. Their ghostly viseage started blankly ahead as they hobbled along the path. I stood firm, ready for anything. To my astonishment, thier course veered, and they passed around me back into the mists from which they came without a word.
By all creation, the hairs on my neck are still standing up! What has happened to the realms in my absense? Pheh! Enough of this talk! Baresh, my friend! Another bottle of kelp water!