Shyrobe

On a dark night, while my party full of great renown heroes had gone “for smoke” two hours ago, I ventured bravely with my Shilien Elder, to solo Maluk Soldiers into the Lair of Antharas. In the cold lair, where even echoes did not echo from the stillness, I heard: “You forgot to heal me in 2009…” The unhuman voice slithered through the tunnel like an unpaid mana debt. Who was it? What has it become? Did I create a monster back then from my failure? A shadow formed out of thin air: a Pythan along with it`s Knights, resembling a party from a night I despertly wanted to forget formed from two warlords and another Shilien Elder. Panic mode: engaged. I cast Purify on it to calm the spirits. Nothing. I cast Clarity on myself to calm myself. The ghostly monster hissed: “Your mana is mine” , draining all my mana away. Well, joke’s on them, I hit Shilien Sacrifice, trading my HP for MP like a true professional masochist. It kept coming closer. So I used my trump card: Turn to Stone. There I stood, petrified, literally, while the ghost circled me, whispering: “You can`t heal stones, Bunny” When the spell faded, I called the Might of Heaven and the Dryad Root to keep them in place. It laughed at my damage. I didn`t know monsters could laugh in this Lair. Then it hit me. I praised the gods Turn Undead will strike a deadly blow, as all hope was already lost. The monster was gone. In its place lay one single Stone of Purity on the ground glowing faintly. To this day, it haunts me if I am the one creating monsters when I fail to keep everyone alive. When I venture alone, I still hear on the cold hallways, mocking me: “Nice ears, bunny.” That`s me. The Doom Bunny