Part I: The gathering
It was a stormy Saturday afternoon in the early July as a Mercenary exploration task Force gathered at the southern gate of AbīDendriel, the famous elven town in the Northern Tibian country. It was planned to study and enlighten the darkest Gates of Hell to bring the knowledge about the living (or dying) creatures down there to the participants of this tour. The command of this team of mighty warriors was given to Stormhawk, Barzog of the famous Sagota HellBringer, and to Niehoff, Barzog of the famous Sagota HellCaram. Both are very familiar to the dungeons beneath the earth and proved themselves as very experienced hunters in the Gates of Hell. It was a group of fourteen people who were going down and looked for the deadful beautiness of the pathes in which no sunlight has ever fallen. The group of fighters presented their weapons before Barzog Stormhawk and his voice was dark as a sudden thunder as he spoke the fighting tactics and dungeon instructions to the suspense-packed listeners. What will come down there? What dangers do we have to face? Questions over questions and everybody was very excited as Stormhawk, KaldurPa Nietzsche and PahMakor Indy devided some runes and distance ammunition to the warriors (thnx to the guild for sponsoring this trip with some equipment). Everybody checked his stuff and all headed, following Stormhawk, who transformed suddenly into a Vampyre, into the town of AbīDendriel and climbed the stairs down into the darkness, the darkness of death....
Part II: The entering
...the darkness enlightens as a group of mighty warriors rushed through the pathways which lead to the door of destiny, the door which devides life from death, destruction from a beating heart. With a silent creak the door open as it took two strong knights to push it open. From behind one could hear a suppressed plop, as our famous Kobash Tan Insane opened his next bottle of beer (thnx to the guild for sponsoring the beer for our Kobash Tans!). All entered the doors of destiny and faced a teleporter which will lead to the nowhere of the dungeon. One after another, step by step, each member vanished and appeared at a platforrm in the middle of the hottest fires Tibia has ever seen: Hell! All were very silent as they climbed the ladder up and made the first step in a crunching sand which slowed every step you want to make there. Old deliverations say that the sand consists out of the squelched flour of the bones of the dead ones. Others say in former times a beach with nice young ladies was here but the water evaporated in the heat of the flames as a subsurface vulcano erupted. Deeper and deeper, all went down into the earth and suddenly, short after a corner, the first yells of the undeath have been heard. The fighters were storming ahead and crashed into a crowd of skeletons and ghouls which were lead by an old demon skeleton into the battle. Cling, clang, the weapons chinked together and arrows flitted through the darkness under the shouts of the mages performing their fighting spells. One skeleton after another fell and the red skeleton was to slow as he turned around cause the bolts and sword hits of Deckers mighty sword cutted him down to earth. The yell of victory was heard in the neighbourhood as the party (another bear plopped open as i mention this word) went deeper and deeper into the pathways of hell. Hole after hole, step after step was taken as suddenly the room opened to a wide place deep into this dungeon....
Part III: The strange inhabitant
...there we stood, a great hall lying in front of us and all listening to Stormhawks commands and than it begins: FUN!!! Hords of skeletons and tons of ghouls attacking our troops and the halls reflecting the spells of our magic casters and fire everywhere. Sharpened glittering swords dividing the dead flesh of the ghouls swung by our mighty Knights and an endless arrow flood shot by our glorious Paladins stroke our enemies down and all their belongings wandered in our backpacks. We were able to find their secret stone circle where some necromantic experiment seemed to happen and we destroyed everything there and our druids blessed this place to the gods. Than Stormhawk ordered us to come together and we climbed up a stair and find a small library deep in the rooms of hell. All stood speechless and looked surprised as we heard a creature coming close to us, we opened our eyes and stood ready to fight, as a beholder walked around a book shelf, peaceful and quite, and led us into the secrets of his books. There we made the picture (see at the end of this text) and pinned one on the wall of the library to remember the beholder on our happy time we had. He winked at us as we left but we had to leave this hell before sunrise to see the new day Tibia day born.
So we headed our steps outside this big hall and Barzog Niehoff took over the command on this second part of the tour. Skilled as he is as a mighty Mage of Tibia, he and our Sorcerer Sentenza who was carried safely through the dungeon (cause he forgot his rope) cleared the following ways for us. They transformed into invisibilty and fought down the attacking demon skeletons. The way was free and our group went murmuring between the dust of the slayn skeletons. Up and up it goes and a long way lays ahead of us and suddenly, a wind breath reached our hair, and all knew, the outside is near....
Part IV: The exiting
...ahhh, outside, fresh air, new hope came to us all and we were ready for a next battle which should surely come soon. Barzog Niehoff led us through the pathways as he suddenly turned around and made us all to stop in front of him. A mountain laid before us and he commanded us to stop cause there will wait one of the biggest enemies under the sun: a dragon lord. All shook in respectful fear as he spoke this word and my fastly bumping heart fell to the ground. So we prepared for one of the worthiest enemies of this land. Niehoff went in front and 4 of our warriors followed him as i was safe one floor down :) . Than a loud victory yelling arose and we all knew the enemy has fallen. All went up and saw the deadly lying dragon lord in front of Niehoff, well done bro!
So we climbed this mountain up and up, and wow, what is this?! Another dragon lord in front of us, but he did not want to attack (i am sure he heard the death of his brother from far away), but he wanted to negotiate. So Niehoff stepped in front of this big creature and hold an hard argument with our enemy and finally the dragon lord cried aloud, threw a bag with some things in it to Niehoffs feet and disappeared in his hole. Niehoff grabbed the bag and came back with it to us. As a replace for this he had to promise the dragon lord not to take his life, if this lord can be called a living one. We all ran down the mountain and climbed down a hole and we all felt the holyness of this place and there it was another teleport with a firing place to the next. Barzog Niehoff opened the door to the outside and we all could see a place in AbīDendriel. So all started to run and made the way through this door and arrived safely. After all had arrived, Niehoff closed the holy door and we heard the birds starting to sing as they greeted the new day Tibian day. We are back!
So thnx Barzogs Stormhawk and Niehoff for this wonderful tour!
Mercenarys: Flattery, Indy, Nietzsche, soy madrid pa, Insane, Stormhawk, Niehoff, Decker, Lance, lords, Dave Death, Sentenza
and welcome to our guests who were with us: Summer, solon
Author: "Indy"