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*A wine bottle slowly floats ashore outside of Britain. Its moldy cork comes off with a pop releasing a foul odor and revealing a ragged message inside*

*Derius Do'Brim was scouting near Lord British territory, trying to find out some information about the defence of Britain. Suddenly, while tracking the routes of Lord British guards at the shore of Britain, he saw the bottle on the sand. There was a letter inside that bottle. Derius pulled the cork off and grabbed the letter. Message was pretty clear, Derius recognized that the map in the letter was from the island that is controlled by his former religion, The Cult of Tekstone.*

"Interesting, why this letter came on my way in the middle of the task", Derius mumbled himself
"This must be some kind of sign", he continued


*Derius was sure he had been guided to this letter by Her light, so he rode back to Moonglow and asked sailor to head to the territory of the Cult. The new task has began*

*blub*

Days and nights turned into indistinguishable blur of fear and survival. Noises of the nearby jungle were getting ever louder, overpowering even the waves of the angered sea. It was more than just wildlife that kept Bang awake during the nights and in a constant state of mental strain. Something wicked kept its home here, something unfathomable to him.

Once, during the daytime, Bang gathered his courage and strength and wandered into the thick forest. He snuck from tree to tree staying out of sight as well as he could. Not too far into the forest, in the midst of it, he came across what appeared to be ruins of a temple, built and deserted long ago. Bang approached the ruins with cautious steps and took a peek over the crumbled wall. Blood, blood everywhere; on the floor, on the walls, on the steps, everywhere. Bang felt a cold shiver creep up his spine. He ran.

He did not go into the jungle after that. Instead, he did the only thing that he thought there was left to do. He sat down on the shore, meditated and prayed. He prayed to all the gods he knew of and he even came up with gods and prayed to them too. He was desperate.

The sun went up and went down again... up... and down... He did not eat nor drink. Mind was a maze to him, and he was lost. Everything else was gone. He had accepted his death.

"Hey!"
*poke poke*

Trying to open his eyes, he was blinded by orange light.

*Derius was landed to the Island of Avatar, his old homeground. He felt very alert on this soil and eyed to the multiple directions all the time. Derius knew he was not welcome to this place but he also felt that this was the task that he had to fulfill. From the map in that letter he recognized the place in the island where this B.B. was located, at least when he wrote the help message. Derius started to head to the Northern part of the island.*

*In a few hours, Derius found the footsteps near the old ruins and started to track. Finally he found this man. He was thin and in very weak condition. Man was terrified when Derius came to him. He was probably thinking that Derius was one of those hostile shabooli's from the jungle.*



"Don't be afraid, I found your message in the bottle and I'm here to help you", Derius explained to him
"I was led here by Her light! It's a huge relief to see that you're still alive, Blessed be Her name!", He continued