MIGHT And MAGIC  III

                    From the corners of the misty Void
                         Rang loud the battle cry
                       The Elemental lords of four
                        Had sworn to fight and die

                        Fire, Water, Air and Earth
                      Did meet their might and force
                     And in their battles bloody mire
                         Found our land its source

Second day of the New Moon, 491
In the town of Wildabar

It has been four years since I last set out to explore a new land and    
discover the hidden lore and fables surrounding its towns and castles.  The
swelling of spirit brought about by the telling of these stories of heroism
and bravery beyond hope is the thread of magic woven in the minds and hearts
of all who long to answer the call of adventure, and it is for this purpose,
to preserve that magical spark, that I have devoted my efforts to recording
these tales.

From the rumors and murmuring I have heard passing through Wildabar these
isles are rich with such histories.  While talking to a town elder he told
me of an ancient rhyme once read before festivals that contained the legend
of the mysterious conception of the isles, a legend that today circulates
across the land, but altered through the years since the original scroll's
disappearance.  He read to me a portion he recorded before the original
vanished and told me what he could remember of the rest of the tale.  Other 
parts, he said, may be recorded across the islands.

The epic was written in three parts and the fragment he gave me was from the
first, in which is contained an account of the birth of the isles out of a    
great battle between powerful lords of the four elements who used fierce
storms to fight for supreme comtrol of the Void, a place where there was no
land or sky or ocean.  Water and Fire and Air and Earth met in this empty
Void to fight for the right to fill with their presence, but so matched were
they in this battle that none could defeat the others, nor could any stop
lest the balance be upset and he be overrun by the others.  They had become 
locked in an eternal war none could turn away from.  And as the war raged on
through the decades, in the midst of the Void where the fallout of the mighty
storms gathered and settled, a rich land began to develop.  From where, no
one knows, but beasts appeared to graze the fields of the new land and take
refuge in its forests and caverns.  Little notice did the Elemental lords pay
to these dumb beasts for there was little threat in their roamings.  They were
seen as nothing more than the flies that gather around a fallen animal.  So
the war raged on with intensifying storms that added to the richness of the
budding land.

But then a new creature mysteriously appeared in the Void, not dumb like the
it was in the midst of the furious storms of battle, a continent was forged
in the misty Void.

In the forests and valleys settled spry creatures of great intelligence.  Thin
and strong, the Elves were quite at home among the trees and fields of green.
Though weaker in endurance than some, they were possessed of a high aptitude
for the magical arts and resistance to its power and energy.

And in the snowy areas of bitter cold found the Gnomes their home.  Like the
Elves, they were strong of mind, not body, and a little more prone to the
ways of magic.  But unlike the brooding Elf, the Gnome was very quick to make
friends.  Because of the harshness of the snowy land their countenance was
toughened to the elements, and even more so to magic.

Sojourned then in the desert sun the Dwarf.  Small but mighty they survived
in the turmoil of the stormy war, for little of the elemental realm could do 
them great harm.  After all, it would take a strong creature to find a   
thriving life in the lands of sand.  With little power over magic, Dwarves
found their strength in solitude among the dunes.

And in the swamps and bogs settled a tribal people of great strength and
endurance.  So strong were they that fire, electric and cold could hardly
harm them.  Because they lacked the greatness of mind for magic they had to
rely on their ability to fight to survive, and that ability was developed to
great heights, for the Half-Orc lived for battle and saw the opposing of men
as the greatest of endeavors.

But scatterd across the many diversities of the new found land Humans wandered
and made places for themselves among all others.  Able to resist all the  
elements and magics, and learned in the ways of the mythical arts, they were
well equipped to settle where they wished.  Soon they thrived across the
land and, with the others, began to tame the beasts and cultivate the fields.

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slain was being taken away from them by little mortal beings who in their eyes
were no better than the dumb beasts.  Each would try to vanquish the mortals
with a great storm, but because they could not remove too much of their force
from the war, the mortals were able to withstand them.  In fact, the storms of
the Elementals were less severe than the effects of the war itself, so the
Elementals had to find another way to purge the Void of these intruders.  So
an agreement was made to halt the fighting for one day and devote all their
could withstand it for even an hour.

Air gathered together the strongest of its winds to blow the sands of Earth
with such force as to tear away the flesh from mortal bone.  And Water prepared
a flood to wash the fallen mortals to the center of the Void where Fire the
mortals could not survive a day of such torrent.  So little hope was there
that in the darkest hours before the great destruction all merely stayed in
their doomed homes and the helplessness in their hearts made the greatest cry
for mercy any world has ever known.

Fourth Day of the New Moon, 491
The Quest Begins

After searching for the right opportunity, I have finally found a group to
set across the isles with in search of the lost parts of the legend.  A
band of four fighters and a healer have enlisted me as their image, not
knowing the fullness of my power.  We are to travel to Swamp Town and
receive a scroll which we will then deliver to Fountain Head.  The leader
of the party, Asa Milchima, has agreed to take a circular course to allow
me a wider search for the lost pieces.  We will be traveling across most of
the islands, skipping only the smaller ones.  I will be receiving a smaller
share of the reward for delivering the scroll, but it is the search and
hopeful discovery of forgotten lore that calls me to this adventure, not the
promises of wealth.

Assuming all to be in order, we will set out tomorrow for the Isles of
Illusion, where I will search the two castles said to be laid out in ruins
upon the sand.  From there we will travel to Buzzard Bluff where we will
camp for the night.  The next day we will journey through the Evermoors and
north to Swamp Town, find the scroll and most likely spend a pleasant night
in a local inn.

From there I will lead the expedition to Serpent's Wood, the original
settling place of the Dwarves, and on through the Frozen Isles where we will
camp a second night.  Then we go to Leper Canyon and straight to Fountain
Head.  Four days they plan, but it will likely extend to double.

Fifth Day, 491
Setting Off

Today, after much preperation we started our journey across the Isles of Terra.
This group I've joined is far more powerful than I had earlier believed.
Rather than renting a boat as I had thought we would, the healer, Rapha, stood
at the water's edge where earth meets ocean and stretched her arms wide.  All
was till for a moment, then a strange wind blew the corners of her robe and
there seemed to be a disturbance in the waters.  Fog rolled in, thick and
choking, and in the midst of it appeared a ghostly galleon riding on the
swelling waves.  It was truly a most impressive sight, and a little unnerving
too.  The ghost ship took us across the waters to the closest of the Isles
of Illusion where we are now resting before entering the castle ruins, but I
still don't know from where it came or to where it returned, for as soon as
we stood upon the shore it drifted away in the silence of the fog.

It is a poor omen when the first battle of an adventure ends in death.  While
searching the ruins of Castle Greywind we came upon a powerful phantom magic
and engulfed Rapha in a pink glow of energy, draining all life out of her.
Asa Milchima responded quickly by letting fly a bolt from the crossbow at his
side, but it only passed through the apparition.  While the others advanced,
the ghostly figure summoned a huge and beastly bear and vanished in a flash
of light.  Asa Milchima and Supha, the Ninja, were only hurt a little in the
battle with the beast, but Rapha had been our healer.  I did what I could for
the others without revealing the full extent of my powers, but the loss of
Rapha is most unfortunate.  The loyalty of this group is strong for they plan
to spend their part of the reward to have her healed at the temple in Swamp
Town.

Sixth Day of the New Moon, 491
Camping at Buzzard Bluff

                       Then descended on the land
                         The Forces of the Dome
                      To lend into the mortal hand
                          Power before unknown

                  Five Forces, they of might and magic
                      Two champions forged by each
                  Ten heroes made the tale most tragic
                        For the Elemental beasts

There is a dark mist hanging over the camp tonight, darker than the clouds 
that cloak the moon, darker than the thick limbs of trees that hide untold 
creatures peering from outside the circle of fire light.  It has been raining
since the middle of day and the falling drops have beaten down the spirits
of even our steeds who stand nervously stamping.  The fight of yesterday
still weighs upon the minds of all, myself included, made heavier by the      
legend of the Winged Death said to prey on travelers of the Forsaken Sands.
I must admit even I will feel relief when this night is nothing more than a
memory.  It seems a fitting enough setting to muse upon the piece of the
legend I found in the ruins of Castle Greywind.  It tells of the intercession
of the Forces of the Dome, the five Forces that gave men the power to overcome
the attack of the Elementals.

Cosmonium was that force which guided the elements and other forms of energy
from place to place.  Air, water, fire, earth, and the electrical energies
were commanded and controlled.

Esoterica was the power of the inner self, the energy of life and the forms
of life, with command of the mind and the ability for healing and inflicting.

Gaiam commanded the order of life in the forest and in the skies, of the trees
and the clouds.  The manner and temperament of nature and the wills of the
beasts bowed to its influence.

Bellum, which was the essence of war and violence which manifested itself in
the darker moods of beasts and violent turns of weather, like this storm
tonight.

And Lurkane, that invisible, silent sheet of clandestine power that slipped
its works into the world unseen.

These were the Forces that silently watched from their perch above the clouds
as the Elementals did battle.  According to the legend they never joined the
fight, but when they discovered the Elemental's plan to destroy all men and
beasts they had pity on the helpless mortals and gave them the secrets of
their powers to defend their lives.  Other tellings of the tale say the
Forces of the Dome feared the Elementals would be so amazed at the strength
they possessed when joined together they would unify and attack them in    
their lofty home, pulling them into the never ending battle.  For whatever
reason, the Forces taught us mortals of their power, two to each Force, and
made ten champions to drive back the Elementals before they could pull their
ranks together.

To an Elf, Cosmonium opened the secrets of how the elements move through the
Void, giving total control over fire, cold, energy, and electricity.  In
padded armor and armed with a staff, the first great hero set about mastering
his control over the elements and created many powerful incantations for 
the coming battle.  He was called a Sorcerer.  I remember the thrill of
discovering the power and beauty of lightning, my personal favorite.  In my
youth, camping on a rainy night with a band of adventurers like this dark
evening, I would sometimes fire a bolt at a nearby tree just to startle my
companions: an act I'm sure our fallen comrade would strongly disapprove of.

And the another of the Elfin kin Cosmonium showed the way to make a shaft of
wood travel stright and true to its mark.  This was named the Archer and gird
in armor of chain she was the second of the heroes to emerge.  Due to their
common origin she was able to use the spells created by the Sorcerer, but only
to a limited degree.  Most of her energy was spent in the study of the bow.

Next, Esoterica took a Gnome and trained her in the healing ways, revealing   
the secrets of the mind and body, unlocking the power to make good or render
bad one's constitution.  A most powerful hero was this, called the Cleric, in
her splint mail, helm and shield.  To heal the fallen comrade and destroy the
weakened foe was her pledge.

Another Gnome was taken thus, and taught the healing ways, but much emphasis
was also given to the use of a weapon and armor.  A most noble champion
called a Paladin was he, and a frightful foe to face.  Clad in the strongest
of armor and wielding the weapons of truth and right, he was to become one of
the greatest of the legendary figures inspiring much lore and many followers.

Then Gaiam made its choice in the Dwarf to champion its cause.  Many languages
were revealed, empathy with plants and beasts and the patterns of seasons
and stars.  Secrets of the living land endowed in a smallish figure to command
the forces of nature to do her bidding, commanding great storms and flurries
and swarms to do battle, but also calling upon the natural healing of nature
to help the fallen.  As devoted to the land as the Cleric to the body, this new 
one called the Druid would sacrifice her being to maintain the orders of nature.
In leather the Druid traveled with barely a sword to swing.  A storm such as
tonight's would hardly be worthy the talents of such a champion.

When the force Gaiam gave empathy with the forest to the Dwarven champion it
called Ranger, a dark and mysterious one was indeed created.  At home in the
denseness of the trees, contented with the thicket of vines and cluttering of
bushes, the Ranger was as diverse in mood as the forest was diverse in      
creatures.  Like the first hero Ranger, our own Asa is prone to sudden
changes in temper from jovial and impish to condemning and stern.

Bellum then chose the Half-Orc to be champion of the sword.  Gird in the
finest of armor, helm and shield, and with the mightiest of weapons trained
he in the arts of war, melee, and valor.  Called the Knight he became the
strongest of the champions with the greatest desire to march across the battle
field.  While the Paladin would seek peace through battle and find victory in
the quick end of a war, the Knight longed for the brotherhood of battle and   
felt a kinship to all combatants.

And the second champion made Bellum to be called Barbarian, for it was not
brotherhood she seeked in battle but the lust of blood.  With the greatest
endurance of the heroes, the Barbarian seeked the thrill of rushing into
battle.  Clad only in scale armor she wielded her shield and great hammer
against the armies of her foes.  In all the statues and tapestries I have
seen dedicated to the likeness of this champion, she stands high upon a
mountain of falled warriors, a helm of horns upon her head.

Lurkane then, the last and most mysterious of the forces, took two Humans to
its cause.  The first was taught to move in the invisible folds between the
places of here and there and the travel unseen and unheard.  Known as the  
Thief, he was able to work the mechanisms of locks and traps, hide in the
faintest of shadows, and advance upon his foes to deliver a fatal thrust
of dagger in the back.  In mail of chain with shield and dagger, a crossbow
hanging at his side, he moved in the leaves like a feather.

And the tenth champion, made for battle, was strong in all attributes of
fitness and mind.  Called the Assassin, a most powerful warrior was she with
special weapons created especially for her mastery at arms, a mastery not 
even equalled by the mighty Knight.  Bound to a life of solitude, alone even
among the other champions, her discipline of body and mind consumed every
moment.  She was called the silent warrior for she possessed the stealth of
the Thief, even in her chain mail, and was never known to speak.

These ten were the champions of the war against the Elementals, where mortal
man was taught the arts of magic and ways of war by the five Forces of the
Dome: Cosmonium, Esoterica, Gaiam, Bellum and Lurkane, the Forces that are
above the clouds, above the stars, that indeed guide the stars through their
journey across the night.  Now my time at watch is done and Supha comes to
relieve me.  Tonight I must rest well for tomorrow we journey across the
Evermoors, and that is no place to be when weary.

Seventh Day of the New Moon, 491
In Swamp Town

Today we arrived in Swamp Town after a surprisingly easy journey through
the Evermoors.  There were only a few small battles along the way as we came
across wandering animals and insects.  Although the danger was small it was
a good workout, for any small mistake could cost dearly.

After entering the west gate of Swamp Town and finding the giver of the 
scroll we are to take to Fountain Head, Rapha was taken to Temple Moonshadow.
It was by luck alone that the others had barely enough to pay for the services
of the monks, as the boat we rented to carry us from the Forsaken Sands to
the Evermoors dug deep into our partie's pouch.  The reward for delivering
the scroll will hardly do more than recoup the fee of Rapha's resurrection.

With Rapha's return, a room was then taken at the inn where I now sit writing
these notes.  The others are relaxing, as it were, in the tavern where they   
are telling Rapha of all that has happened in the past two days.

My hopes of finding more of the legend are failing after talking to others I
have met around town.  While visiting the guild there was one who had just
returned from the Frozen Isles where he had been searching for the rhyme
himself.  He told me there was no part of it to be found in the northern       
regions and was very happy to see the fragment I returned from the ruins of
Castle Greywind.  I told him the tale the elder of Wildabar spoke to me.

After the battle was over and the champions had used the powers the Forces of
the Dome gave them to drive the Elemental lords to the corners of the Void, 
the five Forces picked up the land that had been the battlefield and moved
it through the heavens, from the gates of the Ancients to the gates of Terra, 
where the land was set in the midst of water and broken into isles.  While
the Forces were carrying the isles through the stars, the ten heroes built
towns to protect the people from the monsters and beasts that roamed the land,
and they trained others in the disciplines they were given by the Forces
starting a long tradition of skills that has carried over the present times.

Great walled towns were built to provide shelter and protection from the
outside wilderness and be a place of haven for those adventurers who traveled
across the new land and tried to tame and conquer its growing life.  They
were exciting times of adventure and bravery, but there was a need for places
of weaponry, houses of ale and feasts, five houses of healing where the
mysterious monks who tended them payed homage to the Forces for saving them
from the Elementals, grounds for training in battle skills, mystical schools
for heightening one's magical prowess, and places where the weary could rest
in safety and store their goods and find others to replace a fallen companion.
It is in these foundations that our town dwellings of today find their source.

In the blacksmith's shoppe, workers of steel and iron forged new weapons of
destruction and repaired the broken implements of warriors.  There was a
lucrative trade of wares from many places abroad and all the needs of dungeon
lurking, such as rope and torch, could be found.  It was also a place to find
the finest in armor and protective wares, and unknown mechanisms or weapons
could be indentified and their uses and value revealed.  Or course the excess
in traveler's pack would bring a decent enough price to pay for a good time
in the houses of ale.

The inn was a place where the weary could rest behind a locked door and under
a roof to protect from the falling rain.  But the inn was created as more
than just a place to take a much needed halt in traveling, for young adven-
turers seeking the thrill of battle and discovery of untold wealth could sign
in the registry and wait for a party in need of help to enlist his services.
Often times, when enlisting the aid of those you meet roaming the forests and
caves and ruins, he will bid you meet him at the inn where he had registered
last before joining you on your quest.

Taverns were built where the ale flowed as profusely as the rumors off the
loosened lips of explorers and warriors who came to these rowdy bars for a
healing that could not be found in the temple.  It was a place where gold
put in the hand of the barkeep might reveal the clue to find unspeakable
treasure and fortune.  And when the adventurer's pack ran low of food,
resting is to little avail when there is no meal to replenish the flesh.

And for the fallen and injured warriors: temples of healing were erected to
the Forces of the Dome.  Five Forces gave mortals the power to subvert the
deluge and five temples were constructed to honot their powers and help those
who fell in their service.  Warriors with any affliction could find cure from
the mysterious monks that tended these sacred shrines.  Flesh would be
restored and curses lifted.  And it was believed that special blessings
awaited those who donated a portion of their treasures to these shrines.

But those portions of gold and treasure that were not donated to the sacred
monks were under constant threat of becoming another's booty, so the builders
of the towns made a sturdy and secure cage and commissioned strong golems to
guard it.  The bank was needed to keep one's wealth in safety because there
were, even in those exciting days following the victory over the Elementals, 
those who would feed on the weaker but more fortunate of their fellow man.
Though fallibly secure from theft, the bank was safer than the skin tents of   
the adventurer's camp.

To train others in the ways shown to them by the Forces of the Dome, the ten
champions also made great training grounds with tracks and arenas and all
manner of devices for improving strength and stamina.  For a price, any
adventurer who had come from a long quest or journey could seek the help of
specialists in all the arts of battle to advance in the skills of swordplay,
archery, and all other methods of melee.  A person's stamina and endurance in
battle could also be enhanced by the techniques of the masters of the grounds.

And for those who studied the magical arts, mysterious guilds were built to
train the magic user to control the forces.  Through intense study deeper
control of one's chosen way could be gained and new incantations purchased to
expand the mage's abilities and arsenal of spells.  These were places of great
secrets and none but members of each guild could enter.  Legends of the
surrounding area were written in the history of each guild to provide helpful
hints and warnings to the wise.

Eighth Day of the New Moon, 491
The Frozen Isles

Tonight we are camping in the chilly environs of the Frozen Isles.  As I 
suspected after talking to my fellow searcher in Swamp Town, there in no sign
of any part of the legend around these frozen woods.  We searched the snowy
wild for many hours but there was little more than is to be found gleaming
in the sun.

After being denied entrance to Castle Dragontooth on account of prior dealings
with our healer Rapha, we decided to camp in the frozen woods of these isles
and keep fire watch, which is what I do as I write this.  I've had more
comfortable nights but there are no hard feelings toward Rapha.  It is, after
all, much easier crossing the ocean with the use of her ghostly ship.

I will miss this group when we part ways in Fountain Head, but there are other
things that call me.  This has been but a tour for me, the real search is not
for legends and lore but my nemesis Sheltem.  From the very beginning he has
seen these isles and all that lives upon them as his enemy, and twice he has
planned their extinction.  Now that these isles have rested in the gates of
Terra I'm sure he has not given up his cresade to destroy them.  I know not
what plan he has set in motion but I see his work in all that is chaotic.

I have been making these notes as a record to leave behind for any who will
join me in my search for Sheltem and his evil plot.  I believe the ancient
pyramids play into his schemes and that is where I will begin my search when
I set out again.  This time I will go alone, but to any who follow I will
leave clues to give the benefit of new information I uncover.

I have not told the others of this but in the ruins of Castle Blackwind, back
on the isles of Illusion, I found a message among the rubble that may shed  
light on the mystery of Sheltem's scheme.  It seemed to place much importance
on the three manners of men we have come to call alignment; Good, Neutral,
and Evil.  For many years there has been peace among these differnt attitudes,
but it has not always been so.  There once were many wars fought over the
differences of these three alignments and perhaps it is Sheltem's plan to
rekindle this ancient rivalry.  I'm still working on what may be the meaning
of this message in the rubble.  In the land today the question of Good and
Evil is resolved in the response to certain situations, and there are certain
enchanted ares where one or the other may not be welcome, but there is little
chance of a wae fueled by these differences being started in these times of
enlightenment.  Nevertheless, I am sure the subtle differences of these three,
Good, Neutral, and Evil, play into the schemes of Sheltem.

I will stop writing for tonight, Asa will soon come to relieve me of my watch.
It has been a pleasant trek across the isles with this group, pleasant save
for the death of Rapha.  Thank the Forces the monks of the temples can lift
the conditions of ill that inevitably befall the adventurer.  Be you cursed,
paralyzed, or even eradicated, there is always a remedy, and a price, to be
found in the temples.

With the coming of the morning light we will start our final journey to
Fountain Head, and from there I will once again set out alone.  My feelings
are echoed in the cries of(for some reason they forgot to finish the sentence)

Ninth Day of the New Moon, 491
Fountain Head Reached

After passing through Leper Canyon we reached Fountain Head late into the
day.  I parted company with my group at the inn where they immediately found
another young adventurer anxious to join them on their next excursion, of
course, after they spend some time in the tavern to recuperate.

Before I start my search for Sheltem, there are a few final pieces of advice
I would like to offer to those who follow me into this mystery.  There are
skills that will be very helpful if not completely necessary in your travels
across the isles.  You must find their masters to teach them to you and be
prepared to pay the price.  Here are some of the more helpful of these       
skills...

	Cartography       To help you keep better maps of the areas you visit.

	Danger Sense      Which will give you warning of monsters my may not
 			  see until it is too late.

	Detect Secret     So not to miss out on hidden opportunities.
	Passages

        Mountaineering    To gain access to the higher regions. 

	Pathfinding	  For cutting your way through dense forests.

	Swimming	  For crossing shallow waters.

And always keep a full spellbook.  When you have mastered the spells you know
to such degree that you are prepared to learn others, gain membership to a
guild and learn what you can.  Seek the wandering mages who sell these
memberships, the price is small to pay to have the right incantation when
needed.  And if you gain a spell from an enchanted pool or buy it from a
traveling teacher and have no explanation of its use, go to one of the guilds
for its description.

Remember to keep a good supply of gems as some spells require the power 
locked inside their crystals.  These are the spells available to the novice
in the ways on magic...

	Awaken            Pulls all sleeping adventurers from their slumber.

	Detect Magic      If there is a magical item in the pack of the caster
			  this will make it known, and reveal the number of
			  its limited use.  Use this to discover the nature
			  of a chest of treasure.

	Elemental Arrow   Unleashes the power of the elements upon a single
			  enemy.  Expel a bolt of flame, electricity, acid, or
			  ice upon your foe to rob him of a little well-being.

	Flying Fist	  Summons an enchanted gauntlet to deliver a stinging
			  punch to a single foe.

	Light		  Provides a magical light to illuminate the darker
			  areas.

All spells were forged through the mysteries of Cosmonium, Esoterica and Gaiam,
and only those classes devoted to their study can cast them.  More powerful
spells await as you advance in your abilities.

It will also be necessary to gain protection from the six forms of damage that
are delivered through the use of weapons and spells.  These forms are fire,
electricity, cold, poison, energy, and magic.  Each race has a natural
strength against some of these and further protection can be gained through
spells and enchanted items.

As you travel from town to town there will be many occasions to enlist your
services to others in need of help.  It would be wise to accept their       
challenges for there may be great reward in their completion that will help
in future dealings.

And when all hope is gone, be it in the face of a great dragon or surrounded
by too many orcs to dispatch, you may call upon the benevolent hand of
a Wizard to carry you back to safety.  He will always answer the call for
help, but be warned that he will extract a toll of experience from those
he rescues.  A mighty warrior can soon be rendered weak if he calls for the
help of the Wizard too often.  It is best to resolve a situation without his
help if any solution exists.  But new adventurers find favor in the heart of
the Wizard, and those he will help without fee.

Now I must prepare for my search for Sheltem.  Take these notes and use them
as you can to discover his schemes, and together we may be able to thwart his
plot.  Search for the clues I will leave behind, and good luck to you on
your journey.  May the powers of Might and Magic be always at your side.