Tracking the Dark Wanderer Chapter One "He was here." Kanine had been sniffing around the area outside the Rogue Encampment. He gave the eastward direction an angry stare as he did so. I wondered how he could do this when not in his werewolf form, but druids were a strange lot to begin with. Warriv, the caravan driver, stopped just within the encampment. "I can only take you this far," he said. "The way to the east is blocked." "What can you tell us about the Rogues?" I asked. "The witch over at the far end of the camp appears to be their leader," he replied. "Her name is Akara." We exited the caravan, one by one. There were five of us: Kanine, the aforementioned shapeshifter druid; Katrina, an assasin who had an obsession with poison; Thanatos, a necromancer who had an affinity for raising skeletons, my girlfriend Marissa, a sorceress who was a walking arsenal of weapons, and myself. By the way, my name is Leviticus. I am a paladin, though some say I tend to be a little on the dark side. I've been known to use poisoned weapons myself from time to time, which while not forbidden, is usually frowned upon by the holiest of knights. Since we were going to be stuck here anyway, we decided to see about shelter. Which meant we had to see Akara. "Welcome, outlanders," she began, "but I'm afraid we can offer but poor shelter within these rickety walls. I am Akara, spiritual leader of the Sisters of the Sightless Eye. I know of this Dark Wanderer you seek." She sized us up before speaking further. "I must ask that you prove your worth. There is a demon encampment not far from here. Destroy this den of evil and you will have our undying grattitude." It was clear she wasn't going to take no for an answer, so off we went to find this Den of Evil. * * * * * Finding this encampment took some doing; it was hidden in the ground, marked only by a banner that looked like it had been through some battles itself. I started down, but Marissa stopped me. "Lev, you don't know what could be down there," she warned. "There's a big difference between courage and suicide, you know!" "What could possibly be down there?" I asked. I knew all kinds of possibilies, but I wasn't about to show weakness in front of Marissa. "I'd feel better if there were more of us," she said. Kanine smiled at the suggestion. "So it shall be done." He let out a howl, and soon a small pack of wolves appeared. He then let out another howl, and soon he was in wolf form himself. "Let's go," he commanded. I drew my crystal sword, which glowed in green, thanks to an emerald embedded within. "Feel better now, love?" I asked Marissa. "Much," she answered sarcastically. She noticed Thanatos lagging behind. "Coming?" she demanded. "There's no pleasing some people, is there?" he shot back. He pulled out a dagger he had strapped to his ankle, and cut his wrist. he let a few drops of blood fall to the floor, and muttered some magic words. the blood formed into this ugly creature that would make a zombie more attractive by comparison. "Lead the way," he commanded it. The golem did as it was told. We couldn't decide which was worse as we went, the foul smell of the dark cavern, or Marissa's constant yapping about how bad it smelled down there. I could tell what everyone was thinking: Shut your girl up before we do it for you. Then we came upon what was causing the stench. A horde of zombies was headed our way, and they looked hungry!