[imported_Gwynn]

It started in Britain. An unlikely person, a traveller in ragged clothes, has recited a rhyme of treasure to be found. the location masquaraded cleverly in the song, about a prison by the Ocean. I silently blessed whatever God blew the wind named Jerek Stormgard in my way, for it was our trip in the dungeons near Yew that reminded me there is an island prison near the coast. I got Lill from the stablemaster and departed on my jolly way to find this Morris. I arrived at the Halls of Justice too late, Morris was already dead. As I silently whispered the name of the child, Keir, I heard his voice in my head "The small town of peaceful Orcs. The scribe on the mountaintop has been hiding the boy for me." I sighed and returned to Britain for my bag of marked runes and some supplies. As the fog of the daze of the spell wore off, I noticed the ex-vampire Kyo standing before me. He asked if I'd need help with the cluse, and I agreed two eyes and two mind are always better when searching for treasure. Acting upon Kyo's suggestion we first checked Bucaneer's Den which was a failed expedition as the city was crawling with the Eithka which we barely managed to escape. As we stepped out of the Gate which Kyo summoned, a thought popped into my mind. Orcs. The Orcish Village. Cove! It wasn't long 'till we reached the wooden palisade of Cove, and made our way to the little house on the mountain. The orc was reluctant to divert information on the whereabouts of the child, fearing we would be agenst of the Lord Ciro, an evil aristocrat from Trinsic. When I finally told him that Morris told us to come here, he told us what to do. He talked of a small island cottage which I immidiately recognized as I used to go there to think, to be alone for a while. We found a hat, with the name Keir embraided on the inside. I whispered the word 'honor' just as Nobing the scribe told us back in Cove, and the spirit of the cottage's owner appeared. His now ghostly form was covered with horrible wounds. He whispered to us of his murderer, Lord Ciro of Trinsic, who imprisoned Lord Morris, guardian of Keir, to find the location of the child's secret treasure. The spirit, before fading, told us to keep searching for the child, for before Ciro found this cottage, he was taken in by one of the Trinsic Guards. He told us we should be able to find him in the outskirts Trinsic. I gasped, hearing such evil is so close to my hometown, and raced Kyo to get to the guardhouse, the location of which was well known to both of us. Arriving there, we found a pair of shoes, hastily thrown away. I had a hunch those belonged to Keir as well, as it can't be such an adult guard with feet that small. Kyo whispered the word 'spirituality', just as the ghost of the farmer told us, and letters formed from the stone near the shoes, a handwriting of a child, hidden by an enchantment. He wrote of Lord Ciro finding him, nad that he had to run into the jungle of Trinsic, to escape his pursuers which whould have surely lead to his death. Kyo unfolded a map on the stone floor, and got a scribe pen from under his cloak He began drawing lines on the map, until he finally managed to calculate the most probable way Keir went. There was a valley right there, with and old abandoned house. We mounted up and gallopped there with great haste, knowing that as we've been hot on Keir's trails, so was Lord Ciro, and our goals differed greatly...