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Stories of a Cleric
A small bound book scuffed and stained from many adventures.
Wednesday, 03 August 2005
The Lonely Hunt

He huddled closer to the small fire and wrapped his Shimmering Ice Cloak tighter around his legs. Although the cloak provided an excellent barrier against enemy blades the glistening surface provided little comfort in the shrieking wind. He had been in the Western Mountains for what felt like weeks, he was tired and dirty and very very cold. Suddenly out of the corner of his eyes he spotted a red glow from behind a jagged section of cliff, he leapt up disturbing the light dusting of snow that had settled, focusing the power of his holy ring of light all cold and discomfort was replaced by a godly warmth infusing him with renewed vigor. He hurried towards the red glow with hope gleaming in his eyes.

The Magical amour that had once seemed sleek and deadly now appeared slow and lumbering, however his foe carried a prize that had led to the cleric to be huddled in the loneliness of the mountains hunting this elusive prey. He parried a clumsy strike and swung with Radiant Slayer, although there was no sign of damage experience had shown that no more than two good hits banished the ancient spell animating the amour and reduced the glowing enemy to scrap. After a second strike the amour faltered, stumbled and toppled, the red glow faded and eventually died. The cleric rummaged franticly through the now dull remains, the search ignited an excitement within the cleric the battle had not. The exhilaration died instantly and the biting cold returned with vengeance.

The cleric returned his blade in the scabbard, carrying the dull ancient crystal casually in
his other hand, the awe which they once instilled had long been replaced by bitter disappointment whenever he held one. He returned to his little camp, as expected the fire had died leaving the mountains looming ominously overhead. Knowing how rare the Crystal Guardian are and faced with the near impossible task of relighting the fire the cleric decided to travel the short distance to the nearest settlement Caernivale. He added the orb to his pack which already bulged with dull crystals before struggling along the treacherous mountain path.

Although the platinum they would bring brightened his mind another unsuccessful hunt meant the cleric new he was destined to return to his cold mountain spot before long and resume his lonely hunt.
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