Hail dark friends,

I started this eve in dungeon Shame to check on the security of the red mages.
I spotted a few travelers, but they did not stay long.

I waited for a bit to see if anyone else would be passing through the elder gazer room. It was a short time later when Salty Tom appeared.



Master Tom was well versed in the way of the Guardian, and so I left him to his gazers and moved off to the Yew forest.

Upon arrival I saw the Honest Moonglum.
I believe he was there to do harm to the lich, but while monitoring his movements, I stepped on a twig and gave away my position.



I quickly moved a few paces to the southeast and hid again, but apparently Moonglum was startled by my sudden appearance and decided to leave the area.

It was then I began to see the obviousness of his guilt.



Ah! You swine Moonglum!



It was mere minutes between Moonglum’s departure and Combat Bomber’s arrival. I watched him run directly toward me, then away as a lich was in pursuit.

Hmm, strange that was…



Why is it he does not battle this lich? He leads it away, yet only to return moments later to where I am standing… Most Odd.

I became suspicious and took a couple steps away from the tower just as he tossed an explosion potion to the very spot where I was standing!

How does he know where I stand? Does this Combat Bomber possess some great mastery of the tracking skill?

I decided to keep moving. I started heading east and noticed another lich going after the Combat Bomber. Again he led the Great Lord away and returned to take up a position mere steps from where I was standing. Witches be Damned! How does he do this thing!

I started to move stealthily away when he tossed another explosion potion at my previous location. I decide to recall so that I might make a plan for this new foe.
My plans were ruined when the explosion rocked be back onto my heels and disrupted my spell.

Armed and ready, this murderous wretch set immediately upon me.
While stealthing, I wear next to no armor. I knew I would not be able to withstand his assault for long, so I quickly readied my own weapon and mounted my steed.

The blows were fast and furious on both sides, but I could see he was taking most of the damage. He stepped back to heal, I moved in close.
Combat Bomber was now in extreme danger and decided to call off his attack.

“Nay I say!”
“You have teased the sleeping cobra awake, and must now stand against his fang.”

I pressed in hard after Combat Bomber.
Each attempt to heal his wounds was interrupted with a new and determined assault.
During his last and futile attempt to heal, I swung my blade in a wide arc, catching him under the chin and sending his doomed flesh crashing to the forest floor.



I took from him the weapons he used against me; a long spear crafted by man, but which had magical enchantments. And a deadly poisoned kryss.
I also took his reagents, but left all else.



I also left something else. I left with him the red deathpack.
Even though Combat Bomber was hunting GUL, he still fought well and deserves a fit means of escape and a book explaining The Guardians of Undead Lords.



It matters little if your alignment is good, evil, or even criminal. We Guardians are immovable in cause, and resolute in action.

Until next time,
Adam Ant