1/24/00 - Report by Taron
It was a cold and rainy day in the northern heights of Britannia when it came on my mind to travel to Delucia, in the Lost Lands. A little bit of adventure, a little bit of training for my tailoring skills, and of course: shiny weather! That's what I want on such a clumsy day.
At Papua's "Ye Olde Loan & Savings" a friendly mage opened a gate to Delucia for me. With nothing in mind I stepped through the gate and got shocked: there was a corpse of an ophidian lying near the gate. Quickly I armed myself... an ophidian near the Healer? No way, something's going wrong here.
With the worst fears in mind I rode to the bank. Not a second too late--I engaged in a raging battle between a whole bunch of ophidian warriors, avengers, enforcers and shamans that had invaded Delucia. On the other side some warriors and mages tried to defend the innocent, and of course their lifes, against the intruders, but they were only few in numbers. I emerged into the battle and we managed to kill most of those monstrous foes, but I got heavily wounded and had to retreat to cure my wounds.
Still with the danger in mind of the crawls at the bank, I tried to scout the city gates. At the northern palisades I discovered even more of the ophidian warriors. Like a deadly stream they tried to pass into the city, but luckly I could resist their attacks and send two more of them right where they belong. Meantime some warriors had joined forces at my side and fought bravly against the foes. Again I decided to check the city - perhaps there are still more of them. As I reached the local Healer I quickly healed myself, happy that this time my armour had more bumps then my head.
As I reached the "The Barley Inn" I saw a lot of human corpses scattered across the battlefield, quickly decaying. Suddenly from the south they appeared: a group of fresh ophidian enforcers and two shamans. Before I could take safe position to defend myself they had already attacked me with their magic. Lucky for me I could refelect some spells, but then the enforcers arrived at my position and attacked me with their mighty weapons - heavy halbards with two blades on the back of the pole - and they know how to fight with them. That was to much, I had to teleport away but got frozen and again the enforcers took on me. Meantime the shamans moved along and found more victims... I couldn't see it personally, but the screams of people suffering and dying are enough to understand. Again I got heavily wounded, and my last chance was to retreat complety. So I rode as fast as I could and reached the Inn.
Only seconds after reaching the Inn I sighted another wave of attackers, just round the Inn. But unfortunally the worst thing that ever could happen to a warrior happened: LAG. My last chance to survive and bring you this tale was to leave instantly. So I did. What a shame *sighs*.