As soon as I entered the vault I sensed evil. I could hear many voices in my head. All were screaming or moaning. I slowly began making my way through the dimly lit corridor. It was freaky, especially some really dark corners. I grabbed one of the torches from the wall and let it illuminate the way for me as I moved deeper and deeper into the darkness.
I now went down the stairs. It was darker there, without a torch you wouldn’t see anything. Strange sounds began sounding in my ears. I could hear chains clinging against the floor, I could hear hard footsteps, I could hear metal scrape against the stone walls. Those sounds made me feel inside out.
At one swift illumination of the room I’ve seen dozens of skeletons. Every single one of them spotted me and ran in my direction.
- “Crap!” I shouted and threw the torch towards a group of 5 or so.
The torch set them on fire and then landed on the floor. I quickly drew my Minoan axe out and as the undead were approaching me I was bashing them to pieces. Thanks to the torch and burning skeletons most of the room was illuminated. I made sure no bones were intact, because even with half a body some of them kept on crawling on the floor and grabbing my legs.
Once the job here was done I picked up the torch and moved onto the next room. It was bigger and so I couldn’t see all of it. Suddenly I smelled something weird. It was a very stinging smell, but I couldn’t tell what it was. I waited a little longer and soon saw some ghosts emerge from the darkness. They kept on dissolving into the medium of the air and darkness and a couple of seconds after that I saw a figure. It was a wight.
- “Captain?” I asked.
- “Not anymore!” came a death-defying low voice and here the figure pulled its staff out and cast a snowball at me.
I dodged it successfully and threw the torch at him. He dodged it and torch just landed on the stone floor. There was still enough illumination and so I proceeded with the fight.
I seemed to have remembered another one of amazing tricks a warrior can pull off. It’s a way of showing your triumph to your enemies, but most warriors prefer to call it Battle Standard. It consists of you setting up a battle flag as a mental image and that battle flag is a relic of your victory in battle. By imagining it you stay focused, receive much less damage from enemies and deal much more to them.
Not being new to the concept of battle standard I set up a mental triumph flag in my mind instantly and so the battle went more smoothly than expected. I could dodge creature’s projectiles as if they were moving very slowly and at the same time kept on coming close to him and smacking him with my axe.
I saw defeat in his eyes and he knew it, so at this moment he cast something weird and a bit of smoke appeared all around me. Before I could realise what was happening the smoke had cleared and three ethereal skeletons appeared out of nowhere. They kept on pounding me really hard, but with a single war wind all three returned where they came from.
Captain starting pulling back into the darkness, but I followed him there, grabbed my torch from the floor and charged towards him with all speed. He cast another snowball projectile at me, but I ducked out of it and rammed the torch into his torso. The fire took over him quicker than anything and he began screaming in agony.
- “I’m very sorry.” I said and watched him melt away.
After this incident I decided to go back to the ship. I didn’t have a torch this time and so had to make my way through almost complete darkness. After a little while I made it to the light and came out of the vault. I then came up to the sailors and said:
- “I’m sorry to say but the captain is dead. It looks like I’ll have to take control of the ship.”
I’ve had some experience with controlling a ship before, therefore it was OK. We boarded the ship and took off without any delay.
It took us the rest of the day to get to Crete by ship and once we got there safely we stopped in a small village where I got some sleep for the night. After about 6 hours of sleep I woke up very early in the morning, thanked the people for hospitality and took off to the palace of Knossos. I walked through some hills, fighting off a few nasty harpy hags who tried to bewitch me.
After about an hour’s worth of walking I got to the entrance of the Knossos palace. Knowing the dangers lurking in there I still was more pleased to see it than a paradise.
I now went down the stairs. It was darker there, without a torch you wouldn’t see anything. Strange sounds began sounding in my ears. I could hear chains clinging against the floor, I could hear hard footsteps, I could hear metal scrape against the stone walls. Those sounds made me feel inside out.
At one swift illumination of the room I’ve seen dozens of skeletons. Every single one of them spotted me and ran in my direction.
- “Crap!” I shouted and threw the torch towards a group of 5 or so.
The torch set them on fire and then landed on the floor. I quickly drew my Minoan axe out and as the undead were approaching me I was bashing them to pieces. Thanks to the torch and burning skeletons most of the room was illuminated. I made sure no bones were intact, because even with half a body some of them kept on crawling on the floor and grabbing my legs.
Once the job here was done I picked up the torch and moved onto the next room. It was bigger and so I couldn’t see all of it. Suddenly I smelled something weird. It was a very stinging smell, but I couldn’t tell what it was. I waited a little longer and soon saw some ghosts emerge from the darkness. They kept on dissolving into the medium of the air and darkness and a couple of seconds after that I saw a figure. It was a wight.
- “Captain?” I asked.
- “Not anymore!” came a death-defying low voice and here the figure pulled its staff out and cast a snowball at me.
I dodged it successfully and threw the torch at him. He dodged it and torch just landed on the stone floor. There was still enough illumination and so I proceeded with the fight.
I seemed to have remembered another one of amazing tricks a warrior can pull off. It’s a way of showing your triumph to your enemies, but most warriors prefer to call it Battle Standard. It consists of you setting up a battle flag as a mental image and that battle flag is a relic of your victory in battle. By imagining it you stay focused, receive much less damage from enemies and deal much more to them.
Not being new to the concept of battle standard I set up a mental triumph flag in my mind instantly and so the battle went more smoothly than expected. I could dodge creature’s projectiles as if they were moving very slowly and at the same time kept on coming close to him and smacking him with my axe.
I saw defeat in his eyes and he knew it, so at this moment he cast something weird and a bit of smoke appeared all around me. Before I could realise what was happening the smoke had cleared and three ethereal skeletons appeared out of nowhere. They kept on pounding me really hard, but with a single war wind all three returned where they came from.
Captain starting pulling back into the darkness, but I followed him there, grabbed my torch from the floor and charged towards him with all speed. He cast another snowball projectile at me, but I ducked out of it and rammed the torch into his torso. The fire took over him quicker than anything and he began screaming in agony.
- “I’m very sorry.” I said and watched him melt away.
After this incident I decided to go back to the ship. I didn’t have a torch this time and so had to make my way through almost complete darkness. After a little while I made it to the light and came out of the vault. I then came up to the sailors and said:
- “I’m sorry to say but the captain is dead. It looks like I’ll have to take control of the ship.”
I’ve had some experience with controlling a ship before, therefore it was OK. We boarded the ship and took off without any delay.
It took us the rest of the day to get to Crete by ship and once we got there safely we stopped in a small village where I got some sleep for the night. After about 6 hours of sleep I woke up very early in the morning, thanked the people for hospitality and took off to the palace of Knossos. I walked through some hills, fighting off a few nasty harpy hags who tried to bewitch me.
After about an hour’s worth of walking I got to the entrance of the Knossos palace. Knowing the dangers lurking in there I still was more pleased to see it than a paradise.

