This story was written by Xariyl. I started reading it and thought I would post it here. I think if you have a story from our guild. Please post them. I would like to see more heroic adventures from keepers.
The dark lord Alor never forgot the great challenge the denizens of the Umbral Plains had presented him on a previous journey, and asked for help to return the favor. It had been some time since I had last journeyed with my companions, so I agreed without hesitation, and we set off.
We were a small group, but our skills proved up to the task. The druid Kraa braved the wilds, and with great skill managed to grab the attentions of the evil creatures one at a time, and bring them to our waiting ambush. The skilled ranger Gola aided with his powerful bow and sword skill, while I myself did my best to keep the creatures' attentions and depending on my armor and the beautiful cleric Kaelea to keep me alive. Alor and Kraa, along with the powerful sorcerer Squilhelm, then poured on the damage with powerful blasts of elemental fury and damage-over-time spells, and after a long battle, one foe was down.
Moktors, Netherbians, and dark Assassins were a challenge for our combined power, but our skills and our luck saw us through, as they had always done in the past. At one time, an additional creature had seen Kraa and we were forced to fight two at a time. My armor is strong, and Kaelea is an amazing cleric, yet we knew we would be hard pressed to handle two at a time. Knowing this, the brave, crazy druid attacked with all his power, angering the Moktor. In its rage it was led on a merry chase, ignoring the others in its desire to destroy lord Stormhammer. Little did this ignorant savage realize that this was the plan, and his partner the odd little netherbian was soon slain in a montage of fiery blasts, flashing blades, deadly diseases and potent poisons. Gathering my own powers, I let loose with a barrage of stun-spells and got the Moktor's attention to myself, and kept it blinded so it could not run to attack others. This one was very tough, its thick hide limiting the damage my axe could do. The moktor's powerful arms beat upon my armor with passion and fury, knocking me around and making me dizzy. Poor Kaelea went out of mana keeping me alive, and Squilhelm, Kraa, and Alor were low. Gola renewed his furious attack, slashing and biting into the beast with all his strength in his wolf-form, and I used the gift of Tunare to heal and restore the majority of my strength, buying time for the others to regain their mana.
Soon I felt myself weakening again, knowing that the long fight was soon to be over, and not necessarily in our favor. Just as I was about to give the order to evactuate, the familiar blue sparkles did their merry dance and my power was restored! As thorny vines burst from the ground and wrapped themselves around my legs and chest, my confidence grew. The damage-shield helped immensely, and my own attack became more intense as I drove my axe deep and cast with all my strength. Thus keeping the focus of the primitive, the blades and blasts of my companions brought the beast to its knees in defeat. Once again, Wicked Ways has taken on odds that are touted as being beyond our means, yet to the amazement (and relief) of all we emerged victorious!
Thus we were rewarded for our hard works. The netherbian happened to be carrying a spell scroll for wizards, but unfortunately it was one that our scholarly Squilhelm had already studied. As I sat down to meditate and recover my strength, Alor looked up from where he examined the body of the Moktor and smiled in my direction. "Contrats, Xariyl," he said to me, and tossed two heavy metal objects my way. The moktor had upon him a rare set of plate boots, crafted by an amazingly skilled smith. The boots were still in good condition, and were a perfect fit for me. With pride I replaced my reinforced dragonhornes, and stood ready for the next battle.
xariyl rocks haven't talked to him in ages 
