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The Legend of Charos - Chapter III - The Plague of Mort'ton
Written by: Andrew the Ripper

Septimus Charos jumped onto his horse, Nightstar, and rode out of the Charos manor stables. The horse trotted down the path, out of Burgh de Rott. Septimus looked past the slums at the surrounding areas; over the treetops to the east stood the Barrows of six ancient warriors. He and the others would set up camp in an abandoned village at the base of the tombs.

Two hours later, Charos rode into the nearby hamlet of Mort'ton. Green mist hung over the huts. The citizens wore rags, and most seemed to have pale skin covered with blisters. Some acted feral, frothing at the mouth.

From out of the mist walked a man with a ragged beard and a dirty apron. He looked pathetic, but Charos saw he was not affected. "I am Herbi Flax, the apothecary of Mort'ton. You must leave this place. The plague and the Shades-"

Herbi's words were drown by a screeching. Shadows on the ground started to form a human shape: a Fiyr shade, the elite of wraiths.

Charos pulled his longsword from his scabbard and stabbed at the shade. The sword made a gash in the shade, which swung its claws at Septimus and knocked him off his horse.

Chernobog pulled several runes from his pouch. The earth, air, and chaos runes melted as white energy crackled in his hand. He hurled the magic at the shade, and it screeched in pain.

Herbi pulled a potion from his apron and flung it at the Fiyr shade. It howled as the liquid seared its flesh. Light erupted from the Shade; it screamed, and was gone.

Herbi yelled to the party. “Claim sanctuary! The god of fire is to the north. Quickly!”

Charos jumped back on the horse. The party kicked their mounts forward, and they charged towards the temple.