.. And thus spoke the holy knight, Sir Sorrow... "After many months of search, me and my faithful companion found the pure evil, the enemy, the worst living nightmare. Just the second we wanted to prepare, the unholy priest of Ambos made the earth tremble and shiver, trees exploded and volcanos erupted. Belial himself appeared, the angel of disaster, and aimed his unholy wrath against us. I prayed to heavens for help, and yey, i was heared... My swordarm was strengthened, i started to move faster and faster, my blows came from all directions against the creature from hell. Long went the battle, long did we fight, he wounded me more than one time and even with the help of Ilistara i came closer and closer to meet my maker. But again i was blessed by a smile of my godess, and yes.. With a lucky slice i cut down the head of Belial, the High Priest of Ambos. His weapon dissolved the second he died, blood, black like the darkest night, spilled over the floor and hell opened its gates again. A shadow appeared and took the slayn corpse, took it and walked back through the gate, before the gate slammed shut forever. All thas was left was me.. Half dead... My companion, the beloved mule.. And a dark dagger, stuck into the ground. I took the dagger and fell asleep, tired and exhausted, almost at the end. My goddess appeared in my dream... And she smiled at me (wasn't this worth all the pain?) .. And she said: Fear not, Sir Sorrow, thy travel is not finished yet. Walk on and find the place where all gods are only a pale memory. Seek the one danger for all gods and slay it.. And sacrifice this unholy weapon in my name. The next day i woke up, fully refreshed, filled with my goddess bless and ready to fullfill her task. Long did i travel until i found the island, far away in the east. The creatures i faced made my blood freeze, but still i stood strong. I was well prepared, but not against this.. I started to loose all my memories. I forgot my name, who i am, where i did come from, in what name i battle, against whom i battle... But one thing i did never forget... What i was here for, why i carried the dagger and where i had to bring it to. I did not really find the unholy creature that is the only danger for all gods, more or less it found me. Shadows of many fighters and mages hunted me and fought me, it was sheer luck that i did not fall. Or was it intended? I will never know. They attacked me again and again, and the ground made me weaker and weaker. I escaped and when i was ready to receive the deadly slice, deep despaired, nothing happened. I was alone. I walked on the path and then i saw it. The one. The evil. Itself. It was so terribly frightening that i almost forgot to fight. But then i remembered suddenly all. Who i am. The smile of my godess. I fought with all i had. And yey, friends.. I won. With the last pew of blood i dropped the dagger onto the corpse of the slayn enemy, and i prayed to Ilistara to accept my offer. Then my mind vanished and i was surrounded by a blinding light when the daggers unholy energy was sucked into the ground. When i returned, not knowing whether i finished my task or not, i found that the temples of the light were stronger than before. The creatures from hell and underworld remained hidden and were no real danger for quite some time...

Here the tale ends... But Sir Sorrow is still among the living.... Honor him, as he found a way to weaken the enemy...