Dunstan's Last Adventure

author: Dunstan

If you're reading this, then I'm probably dead.

I can't believe I am writing these words. I used to be the one wondering why we always find these convenient messages left by the dead, warning us of traps, giving clues to solve riddles. Now here I am, writing one of my own. The irony is not lost on me.

And this is indeed a warning.

We followed Shiva to this Dragon-forsaken place. Legends know it as the Tomb of a Thousand Terrors. With such a name, we didn't take it seriously. We should have.

At first, everything seemed to go without a hitch. The place was so big the main danger was getting lost, or taking a wrong step into one of the many holes and chasms. We thought it was quiet. But it was only dormant.

Artemise and I discovered a secret passage in one wall. It led us to a room with a large double door. Artemise said there was some kind of sealing spell on it. She said the powers of Elrath could lift it. We believed the treasure was on the other side. But the door was not there to prevent intruders from getting in. It was to prevent something from getting out.

As soon as the spell was lifted the door slammed open. We heard a voice coming from inside. It was laughing.

Things attacked us from the shadows. I had never seen such creatures. Nasty things, all fangs and claws and tentacles. If I had to name them, I'd call them nightmares made real. They tore Artemise in half before she could summon the powers of the Light to protect herself.

Shiva, Ylost and I fled through a tunnel. A true Defender, Ragnar stayed behind to cover our escape. He repelled a few assaults. Then something caught him and hurled him into the abyss.

I got separated from Shiva and Ylost. Then that thing, that thing that laughed in the darkness, came for me.

A long, clawed tentacle slashed me in the face, then another pierced my armour, dug at my flesh. It dragged me through the corridor, until I was facing it. The white mask. It had no expression, but I could feel the contempt emanating from whatever was under it.I realized this creature had to be a Faceless, one of Malassa's fabled children, a being of pure darkness. And we had freed it.

It threw me aside. And then, right before my eyes, it changed. The wings disappeared. Its thin, scarred body became more muscular, and cloth appeared to cover it. The mask was gone, and in its stead, Human eyes were looking down at me. My own eyes.

He smiled, and abandoned me in the darkness.

I tried to find an exit from this maze, but my wounds are too deep and I'm growing weaker with every step. I only managed to find my way back to the Faceless' cell. The Dragons have a wicked sense of humour.

Remember this. There's a being out there that calls himself Dunstan. It looks like a man, but it isn't. It is a malignant creature, evil and ancient. It took my friends, my life, my face.

When I meet Asha, I'll pray that someone can stop it.

Dunstan's Last Adventure

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