[imported_Gwynn]

As the energy bolt flew, I raised my bardiche and prepared for the impact, but realized I've already been knocked around in the battle, and there was a high chance this spell will be the last thing I'll be seeing alive. Before the inevitable happened, I've seen a bright white blur as Cochise used his holy staff to block the spell from tearing me apart. I smiled, thanked him and got to my feet, as the rest of the warriors have already exchanged blows with Lord Ciro. Whatever secrets the treasure held, he has already used it, as his eyes were empty, and his flew was flowing with an inhumane light. As we ran to join the rest of the warriors, Cochise told me that the Reapers in fact wasn't in employ of the Lord, but killed him and took a powerful tome of necromantic magic, but not before Ciro called upon a mighty spell raising him from the dead and filling his blood with the power of the demon princes. I took a deep breath, raised my bardiche and charged into battle with the others. Now there was more at stake then just some treasure. If Lord Ciro, with his new-found demonic powers, would be the one to walk away 'alive' from here, he would raze Trinsic, and perhaps more, before he could be stopped. With dark power imbuing his armor and sword, his strikes were dreadfully accurate, and his defences almost impenetrable. Even the five of us couldn't score more than a few hits on him, while he's been slowly wearing us down. My attention wandered for a second and it was enough to recieve a mighty bash from his shield, so strong that the impact made me stumble back dazed. As I tried to regain my stature before he follwed with a coup-de-grace, he stabbed Kyo's llama right through the heart, causing him to fall down to the ground as his mount perished with a deafening cry. He rolled backwards and quickly cast a spell, a demon taking the place where he stood. Like a sub-conscious command all the other warriors backed off, took out their bows and summoned demons in their stead. Lord Ciro let out a loud scream as he realized no matter now many of the demons he can slay, new ones take their place while arrows showered him from all the sides. It didn't take long after even his undead strength vaned and he collapsed under the heavy fist of one of the demons. Cochise dismissed the demons with a prayer, and now we approached a heavily wounded Lord. We looked at each other, and the warrior named Psycho stepped forth to deal the final blow. As Ciro's head rolled in the grass, a floating shape appeared, walking out of the forest. As he greeted us, I recognized his voice as that of Morris, which I heard in the Yew Prison. He thanked us for avenging the deaths of many by the hands of Ciro, who have been driven mad by the promise of treasure, and the unimaginable power it would give. With a final farewell the spirit vanished, leaving us standing on the blood-soaked grass. We have been victorious. Trinsic has been saved, and now I understand a little more of the heroes of the old.