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Zalier can just barely make out the buildings of Hartland from here, the big temples look impressive even from this distance. A dusty trail is visible to the north, it stretches aro und the walls of the city. Further north are the wide expanses of the northern plains, leading to the village of Ofcol.

Zalier sneaks across the woods, covered by the shadows of midnight, try to reach his next goal, a special item was lost by a Hartland's citizen. Zalier decided to lay his hands on it after hearing all those rumours surrounding that special item, a small orb capable of making men totally immune against other men's wrath and ambition, a mystikal orb able to swallow light, an orb that could able a man to search beyond knowledge and even beyond dreams.....

Zalier's research throught Hartland takes him to elven valley. He moves northwest, scanning the path in front of him, the valley spreads to the north, while enlarging toward the east and west. Struggling throught some rocks, Zalier stops and rests for a few minutes, taking caution of every single sound and dark figures in the surrounds. "Darek nor kimet nao perkeptikus!", a booming voice crashes into Zalier's mind a nd sweat starts to drain out of his body. "Those words, those words, where have i...", Zalier's body its thrown 20 feet and to the ground, a strong rush of wind paralyzes Zalier's body, small rocks tremble and s hake all around him.

The booming voice continues: "Darek! Darek!!! aHahHAHa!!". Zalier is blinded by the piercing flashes of bright light. A magical portal opens in front of Zalier and a small body comes out of it surro unded in a white aura.

A blast of flame comes out of nowhere, followed by ice stings and small rocks, all the elements forming a barrier in front of the stranger's body: "Surrender your soul into the inner depths of hell and take my place, the curse you casted on me is now to be broken". Zalier's mind flashed an image suddenly turned into pain, caused by the storm of elements tearing up his body.

Zalier closes his eyes and the storm stops, the rocks are turned into dust, the ice stings melt down, the blast of flame vanishes into smoke and the wind turns into a soft refreshing breeze. "You still do not understand, i have no origin, i belong nowhere, i exist everywhere, i cant go back to hell, this is my path, this is my destiny, darkness will prevail....", Zalier's words slowly seem to fade into the creature 's head. Screaming in pain and horror, the creature falls to his knees hearing but the sound of its own skull, crushing and tearing apart.

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Note Number:	144	Author:	Zalier
Date:	Sat Nov 23, 2002; 14:27:19	To:	All
Subject:	a page in Zalier's journal, Tormented souls....
Zalier can just barely make out the buildings of Hartland from here, the big temples look impressive even from this distance. A dusty trail is visible to the north, it stretches aro und the walls of the city. Further north are the wide expanses of the northern plains, leading to the village of Ofcol. Zalier sneaks across the woods, covered by the shadows of midnight, try to reach his next goal, a special item was lost by a Hartland's citizen. Zalier decided to lay his hands on it after hearing all those rumours surrounding that special item, a small orb capable of making men totally immune against other men's wrath and ambition, a mystikal orb able to swallow light, an orb that could able a man to search beyond knowledge and even beyond dreams..... Zalier's research throught Hartland takes him to elven valley. He moves northwest, scanning the path in front of him, the valley spreads to the north, while enlarging toward the east and west. Struggling throught some rocks, Zalier stops and rests for a few minutes, taking caution of every single sound and dark figures in the surrounds. "Darek nor kimet nao perkeptikus!", a booming voice crashes into Zalier's mind a nd sweat starts to drain out of his body. "Those words, those words, where have i...", Zalier's body its thrown 20 feet and to the ground, a strong rush of wind paralyzes Zalier's body, small rocks tremble and s hake all around him. The booming voice continues: "Darek! Darek!!! aHahHAHa!!". Zalier is blinded by the piercing flashes of bright light. A magical portal opens in front of Zalier and a small body comes out of it surro unded in a white aura. A blast of flame comes out of nowhere, followed by ice stings and small rocks, all the elements forming a barrier in front of the stranger's body: "Surrender your soul into the inner depths of hell and take my place, the curse you casted on me is now to be broken". Zalier's mind flashed an image suddenly turned into pain, caused by the storm of elements tearing up his body. Zalier closes his eyes and the storm stops, the rocks are turned into dust, the ice stings melt down, the blast of flame vanishes into smoke and the wind turns into a soft refreshing breeze. "You still do not understand, i have no origin, i belong nowhere, i exist everywhere, i cant go back to hell, this is my path, this is my destiny, darkness will prevail....", Zalier's words slowly seem to fade into the creature 's head. Screaming in pain and horror, the creature falls to his knees hearing but the sound of its own skull, crushing and tearing apart.