Have you lost a faithful companion? I would enjoy reading about it.
Traveling north to put an end to a rampaging bear two faithful companions happened upon a ruins. As a Lark Sven suggested that there could be untold treasure within those ruins. Thus the two entered what would be known as Dead Men's Respite. Stealthily the two followed a ghost further, and further into the ruins until finally they where standing in what had the be the final room. With a steady hand Sven's friend slowly picked off all the surrounding undead, and all seemed well.
Deciding to toss caution to the wind they stood up, and sprinted to the final sarcophagus where the treasure was surly hidden. As each man stood to one side, and slid the lid. As it clattered to the floor a large armored zombie jumped to his feet shouting " I am King Olaf". "Was is more like it." would be the last words my friend Sven would ever say.
As the monster stood he turned on me, and knocked my weapons from my hands. Such an act had never happened to me, and sent me scrambling to find them in the dark. As I did the beast turned upon Sven. Having finally found my weapons I turned, and focused my dragon soul ability, and sprinted at my foe with all the speed I could muster. Unfortunately I miss judged, and over shot my target. I turned around in time to slam my axe, and mace into his skull. With a satisfied smirk I stated "That was a close one." However when no one had replied I started to get worried. After a little searching I found my friend down on his knees. He had died fighting... He had died stalling the fiend while I gathered my equipment.
I had kept Sven around to tell about my daring deeds. After all what good if heroics is there is no one to tell of them. It seems as if fate had different ideas...


