Bree had left for the front. Many adventurers had done. Requests for recruitment in the city, Wallace, became more pressing. The dead on the battlefield increased by the hour, the army of the kingdom was able to push the forces of the Crimson Skull up before the walls of Keremish. But the fleet of flying Wallace was forced to withdraw after the assault Kalfyra steering wheel, which had damaged most of the vessels. In short, fierce fighting followed one another just below the walls of their city ... Blood soaked the ground and was having a domino Melpheron ... the group was trying to be useful doing something else. That is looking more essedreel, they needed to embed the gems of Armadale. A look that probably thought they finish in the afternoon of that day ...
Lucian went to the Mages Guild of Wallace, whose headquarters was a huge tower in the fragmented pieces are held up suspended in the air surrounded by a magical force field. Two magicians, who were conversing in front of the tower in the shadow of its guardian protectors, accepted the request of the ranger and accompanied by Ady, the magician of the transcripts. Ady's room was a mess that only magic could make it worse. Stills, books, sextant, vials, scrolls, slow ... it seemed that all the equipment that a magician could have the same fluttering slowly, without gravity, in the study. Ady floated himself cross-legged, near the ceiling, carefully reading a tome levitating in front of him. Lucian went being careful not to step on everything that was on the ground. "What guy?" He asked the magician. Ady was a tiny little man in his fifties, with unkempt beard and curly hair overgrown, kept at bay by a ridiculous hat with ear bud. He moved his glasses from his nose to see who had entered. "My name is Lucian ... I come to ask questions ... I need information."
Meanwhile Dewen Krison and were again entered in the library of the cathedral, in search of information, too. Dewen was impatient, the situation was critical, but you lose time doing other things.
smelly, dirty hair and beard, dirty trousers, look possessed. She spoke with softness. He had reduced his room to a sort of makeshift place of meditation and were five days that did not pay the bill. Dewen paid his debt for him. The ascetic interpreted it as a sign of the will of synth. They asked the dream, and he told terrified of a cave, nightmares of a thousand forms, a powerful magical energy that emanated from something concealed under there. He said that a couple of groups of adventurers before him, had listened to his ravings and were headed there, but had not returned. It was a complex of natural caves that rose in the east, near the border with the desert, caves Yundros. It had nothing to pay them, could only give them a clue, and one in particular seemed important: a cylindrical slot in which to put the arm strength.
Since the mission was poorly paid, terribly dangerous and absolutely unnecessary for those concerning their duty to the city of Keremish, the adventurers jumped upon their horses and headed immediately toward the caves. All of them felt like to have in my hands a puzzle that would not back together ... because they were going in search of an artifact of Hyssiris? What cares? Bree was dying in battle, Kalfyra ruled over a city that was increasingly prey to Melpheron. Chased away these thoughts as if they were the result of a mental evil influence. No, no ... We are adventurers. We are an adventure. After a day's gallop on horseback, arrived at a small oasis in the prairie steppe ... a pond, a grove of shrubs, a waterfall. It all seemed so nice.