The Mountains of Dimmillby ~theflickerees

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I have grown old searching for this cursed place. The rumors were true, unimaginable beasts do dwell in this area. If it not for the runes I'd be food for the crows.

The corpse that I had passed by was still fresh, I wonder who it was. But I do hope that he is not the person I'm searching for.

My eyes, I think its playing with my mind. I know I'm alone but I see black figures in the corner of my eye.
I hope these are just illusions. If these are what the elders have spoken of, I should take out the few runes that remain. I can't afford to die here. There is so much at stake.
Just too much...

Are those footsteps I hear? Probably not, probably yes. I don't know. I'm not even sure whatw footsteps sound like anymore. Who knows what the brain can interpret the sound of slowly falling rocks. I haven't heard footsteps for almost a year now.

That staff of reanimation should just be here. Hmm.. And that accursed sage, he must show himself now.

As if finding my quest isn't hard enough, this rocky region won't even give me a nice play to at least rest my back.

Hours and counting, I wonder if she still thinks of me back there in the city. I do hope so. I hope she waits.

This will be my last quest, I just hope that I don't get face to face with that wretched bronze dragon once again. I have ran out of spell scrolls to use against him.

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