From the Chronicles of Athon Bewick

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The fight with the demon that had started so well was rapidly going less so. The party were taking too much damage, myself especially but we were not inflicting enough. Time and time again our attacks would fail to hit home and the demon would mock our seeming incompetance. However, our salvation would come in the unlikely shape of the two wizards Delamor had convinced to join our cause, again and again their attacks hit where ours failed to and it was indeed one of them that landed the killing blow.

Obviously we were worn out by such a lengthy battle but gratful nonetheless for it to be over. As the demon fell, the illusion protecting his seeming study fell and we could see bookshelves and a desk. As we rested, Zyanne searched for the other books that Curuvar had requested for what seemed so long ago. We had completed part of our quest. I heard a commotion next to the ritual circle, during the battle Delamor had placed the last alabaster pillar in what was assumed to be it's place and now Aradon had entered the circle. I couldn't see clearly but a ghostly shape of a lady appeared and seemed to talk to Aradon before fading away. Aradon then explained that this indeed had been part of a ritual to bind her and that if we hid the pillars around the ruins of Spellgard then we would each be granted one question of the Lady.

After resting a short while we decided to continue to the top of the tower. On the next floor Zyanne and Belgarath scouted ahead and found a room full of guards, bolstered (perhaps foolishly) we attacked!

Shortly after we did, another band of guards entered but they fell quickly to our blades and our magic and we pushed on into the next room, what we thought was a Dark Creeper had fled (maybe in terror as we massacred his colleagues). We noticed that there were two doors on either side of the room (as there had been in the previous room but I fear the red mist had descended slightly by this point). At this point the doors were flung open and more Dark Creepers and Jumping Spiders entered, the previous Dark Creeper had not run away, he had gone to get help.

If anything this was a more pitched battle than the one with the Demon, as once again our weapons failed to hit home. I myself felt the claws of death encroach upon me not once but twice. The battle was long and bloody but ultimately we prevailed once more but how much longer could our seeming luck hold out?