Hail dark friends,

‘Twas not but a few days before the 16th change, when I was on patrol in Shame.

The first level of this great dungeon was perfectly quiet. The earthen creatures moved about freely, and no fame grubbing heathens were to be found.

I sat for a moment in the quiet coolness of this dank cave to enjoy a bit of cheese and apples I had brought with me. If I’d only brought a flagon of wine!
Ah, but the red mages often have an abundance of the precious red! Perhaps I should pay a visit to the masters, as they always have fair bit to share with the Guardian!

I was nearly to the Mage Tower when I ran into Potogold.
His look was strange to me, but it was the nakedness of his brow that immediately reminded me of my duties.



Oh wretched intruder, do you not know the laws of these caves? Could it be that you have never heard of the Guardians?
Well it is this ignorance—or arrogance, I do not care which it is—that has sealed his doom!

I looked over this, this bard, and decided to forgo my armor in favor of my magical robe and cloak of protection. Ah, as an assassin, I must choose my dress carefully; should I dress in a fine mail tunic for the warrior, or maybe the magical cloak and robe for the mage?

As usual, I stepped from the shadows while Potogold was still at full health.
Heh, Lord British’s cronies will insist we Guardians only attack those that are weak and otherwise unable to defend themselves, but it’s simply not so.

Prepare to die!



I was doing massive amounts of damage against this naked foe. He tried to exit, but I blocked his way…
It was then when I saw the horrified look in his eyes as my poison entered his veins.



I was sure I would be victorious; he was deadly poisoned and quite near death when it happened! He pulled a banjo from his… his… I’m not sure where, he was naked! And began playing the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard. *sigh*



While I stood there helpless, I saw him attempt cast cure on himself and then open the door separating us from the Elder Gazer!
Ah, clever whelp!

While dying, and in great pain, this man was calculating my death!

Potogold then made a hasty retreat, hoping I would somehow be killed by the now angered Elder Gazer.



Ah, but ‘twould not come to pass. For when I exited the Elder Gazer room, I immediately, and despite his attempt to quell my anger with his music, attacked Potogold again, and this laid him to rest,.



The concert is over banjo boy.

I picked through Potogold’s things and took from him those things I need.

I also left something. I left him with one of the Guardians deathpacks; a red pack containing a recall scroll, a town rune, a blood-drenched bandanna, and a book describing the laws that govern the home of the Great Ones.



I do not speak with spirits my friend. What is it you say? What could that four letter word be that you speak? No matter.

Be well friend, and take heed.



Potogold eh? Oh well, this should do nicely to replace my weapons and reagents I used this eve.



You fought well Potogold. You were never panicked and you were always aware of your strengths. But heed our warning; for to hunt in these caves, you must don the blood-drenched scarf.

Until next time,
Adam Ant