From Blackheath:
Clouds shadowed the sky and wind howled among the trees in the darkening forest as the ancient sorcerer hobbled off the boat. Leaning on his staff for support, he looked around at the tangled undergrowth with distaste before turning to his companions.
"Are you certain this is the best place?" he demanded. "It must be absolutely secure! Even with my power and talents it may be years before I can return."
The two young pirates glanced at each other before answering. "Aye m'lord, indeed. Jes' look around ye. This 'ere place is crawling with 'gators an' serpents, an' uvver nasty critters. Aint no one comes 'ere, there be naught to come for. Your treasures will be safe 'ere." answered the first. "From all but us.." the second sniggered under his breath.
The old sorcerer looked around again, grumbling and nodding. "Get to it then!" he snapped. "And split it up! There is too much to risk all in one place. I want four -- no, five piles made -- and buried in separate locations!"
And so began the laborious process of digging and hauling trunkloads of gems, gold and magical items from the boat and burying them deep in the ground. Sweat poured from the brows of the two pirates despite the chilly air, their eyes gleaming with lust as they handled the valuables collected by the sorcerer during his long life. At last the job was finished.
"Maps!" barked the sorcerer "I need maps to mark these places. Make them impossible to read!"
As the pirates drew their devious maps, the sorcerer set spells upon each mound of earth, designed to call forth the most terrible of monsters should any but he disturb the soil there. At long last, the moons now setting and dawn but an hour away, everything was in place. The sorcerer stretched out his hand for the maps, and fixed the two men with a piercing gaze.
"There is but one thing left to do" he said coldly. "There are guardians now, to kill any who dare to dig my treasure up, but that is not enough. I shall set some more guardians here, to attack even those who dare set foot on the island. And they shall begin with you."
Too late, the young men realized their folly and ran for the boat, only to see it engulfed in magical flames. The sorcerer waved his staff and chanted, bringing dragons and wyverns to life. He watched briefly as the beasts set to their grisly work, then, with a simple chant and flash of light, he was gone - taking his maps with him.
Those maps have now been found.
What: An event for Hallowe'en hosted by Majestic Oak Auctions and the Treasure Hunters of Britannia. We will be digging up five level 5 maps simultaneously and invite you to take part in defeating the guardian spawn. There will be additional monsters on the island as well, some native and some not. Be advised that this event carries a heavy risk of participants dying!
In addition to all the monster loot and that from the treasure chests, which all goes to those who take part, we will also have a few prizes to hand out at the end of the day.
- There will be pumpkins scattered about the island: one prize will go to the person who collects the most pumpkins
- Death will no doubt visit us many times during the evening: one prize will go to the person who meets the grim reaper the most often (save your death robes, please)
When: Saturday November 1st, 8:00 p.m. CST, 9:00 p.m. EST
Who: The intent of this event is to provide a fun and challenging monster bash. In light of this, we respectfully ask that no fighting pets be brought along. All other classes welcome and encouraged.
Where: We will meet at the MOA auction house and gate to the island from there. Our destination is the small island East of Buccaneer's Den. Gates will be provided from the major banks to MOA 15 minutes prior to event start time. At the end of the treasure hunt, we will all move to a more congenial environment for handing out prizes and perhaps some storytelling.
We hope to see you there!
Majestic Oak Auctions
Treasure Hunters of Britannia