Mariah turned up her lamp to brighten up the dimly lit room. She unlock the drawer on her desk and pulled out which seamed a very ancient parchment. Her eyes scanned the words written


“He who wields the Ring of Power calls upon the greatest magic of all.

He, who wields the Horn of Hemdal, commands the army of dead.

He, who wields the indestructible Shield of Reflection, reflects both all weapons and all magics.

He, who wields the Sword of Flame, will take down all thine enemies within thy sight.

The one wields the four wields the lands.”

And at the bottom of the page there is found a map carefully marked to far distant lands not known in this region. Carefully marked where the four could be found.

Mariah rolled up the parchment and locked it back in the desk drawer. She had read stories of the four and wondered if they be stories or truth. She remembers well the day while digging under Buc’s Den Cave, when they came upon a chest and in this chest laid the parchment. What power could be bestowed upon one who had these four.

Mariah pulled out a pen and a parchment began her letter.

My Dearest Marc.

I have something you must do for me. I have found a map to the greatest treasure one could only imagine until now. We must have this treasure in our hands. It will require a long voyage, so you must prepare your ship as quickly as possible. We will need the best of mining equipment in order unearth this treasure and we know where this equipment can be found, should I say borrowed. Tomorrow night is the night.

Your are my trusted first mate and to you I bind this quest.

Mariah The Black Rose