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Hey everybody! Sorry it's been awhile, I had issues to deal with........ At any rate I'm back with more of the story! I'll try to make the next one sooner.....



Syris and his companions walk cautiously through the western woods. The overgrown branches grew gnarled and thick as they blocked the sun and gave the illusion of twighlight. Large roots tunneled in and out of the ground like massive earthworms. Syris felt another cold chill trickle through his spine. This forest made him uneasy, and it wasn't even fully dark yet. It was as if the very essence of evil permeated the forest.

Syris looked at his companions. They were always so loyal to him, and his only reward to them was the few bits of gold they scraped up from missions. He felt bad that he would do this kind of thing to them occasionally.
He glanced at Psycho. His eyes were anticipating the battles to come. He was more than ready to deal with them. His sword shifted eagerly in his hands. Psycho had saved Syris numerous times in the past. Psycho's sword training had greatly improved his fighting prowess, as proved during the zombie's assault. He was a monster in battle.

Syris then glanced at Megadeth. Megadeth's eyes were blank and unattentive. He was probably daydreaming about the imaginary gold that Syris had made up in order to gain his favor. There were only two things that usually swayed Megadeth's opinion. Rare items or gems, and women. Syris seriously doubted that they would find a bunch of attractive women running around in a musty tomb. Megadeth was a damn good theif, but he trained a little with Psycho to better his melee skills. He too had improved greatly. They all had.

They had come a long way in terms of skill. They did assist with the decimation of a zombie army. Syris's confidence in his friends was restored and he was even more motivated. They could handle this.

Syris noticed that after a while, the wildlife seemed to die down alot. Plants became black and only animal bones were noticable on the ground. Soon they came across a small crypt. Bones were scattered around the outside of it. Everything within a twenty foot radius of it was dead and bare. It was nothing but bones and dirt all around.

"This must be it," Syris muttered to no one in particular, "Let's check it out." Syris stepped into the crypt. He was immediatley ambushed by two ghouls. Ghouls are repulsive creatures that resemble zombie. They have long yellow claws that are just crawling with disease and who knows what else. Longs strands of remaining hair hung from their mostly bald heads. Long lolling toungues whipped from side to side as they assaulted the surprised elf. The first one raked Syris's chest with it's claws, tearing out chunks of the elf's flesh. The second one tackled him and bit deeply into his right shoulder.

Psycho launched himslf into action. He ripped the ghoul off of Syris, along with more flesh, and hurled the shocked body at it's partner. Psycho set himself between the ghouls and Syris. Megadeth was on top of one of the ghouls wrestling to get his dagger into it's skull. The other charged at Psycho. With one solid slash, Psycho left two halves of a ghoul twitching on the floor. Megadeth finally drove his dagger up through the creatures chin and into it's brain.

The two quickly turned their attention to their downed leader. He was bleeding profusely from his chest. His breathing was coming in quick and short. Megadeth rifled through his own pack as Psycho propped Syris up against the wall.

"Here, give him this," Megadeth said as he handed a vial of gold liquid to Psycho. Psycho nodded, and put the vial to Syris's lips. He made the barely concious Syris drink and watched closely for any change. Suddenly, his bleeding wounds began to close and Syris was quickly regained conciousness. In the next minute Syris looked as if he had never been attacked, with the exception of his torn shirt.

"Restorative potion, huh?" Syris mumbled groggily, "Where'd you get that?" Syris stood up and dusted himself off.

Megadeth looked at Syris innocently, "I, uh, found it. It was, uh, outside of the item shop." Syris gave him a skeptical look and shook his head.

"Nevermind," Syris mumbled, "Thanks for the help I'll be more careful from now on. Let's move on."

There was a stairwell at the back of the crypt. Megadeth lit a torch and led the way down the longest stairway they had ever come across. The deeper they got the stonger the smell of decay and death got. It was almost overwhelming by the time they got to the bottom of the stairway. At the bottom there appeared to be three more crypts, as far as they could see. They were definately close to their goal.

"We are checking every one of these crypts!" Megadeth commanded, "I'm gettin' me some treasure!"

"Fine," Syris agreed, "I promised. As soon as we're done though, we kill the Zombie Lord. Deal?"

"Deal," Megadeth replied. The three of them stood together and thought carefully. Which crypt would they choose first?