Standing on the vista of The Great Tower of Plymouth I could see what can only be described as innumerable hordes of dark forces. It was like something out of a nightmare. I asked Aurthur what forces we had in the area. He gave me a quick run down of our battered legions. There were only two units that were more than 50 percent intact, and it is widely known that once a unit drops below the 50 percent threshold it is effectively useless. The good news was that the two remaining units were both heavily troop from Lord Dramish's Blue Army. They were close to indestructible under the right conditions. I told him to combine 7 of our units which had sustained the heaviest casualties into a mob to fight in loose formation tactics. The Blue Army unit should have no problem blitzing the hordes long enough to get the mob into the swamps. From there they could launch attacks in relative safety with easy retreat, and the swamps would not burn like forest would. That would leave the Blue Army units and 4 others to hold the fortress or just the tower if need be. Would it work? No. It would only buy time. The defense could hold out for days, maybe weeks with pesky attacks from the swamps, but they could never win. In the end I was sure these dark troops would overwhelm Plymouth. This I could not avoid. I had to find out who was behind these attacks. It was the only way to stop the attacks. For even if we could somehow win here at Plymouth the mysterious Logrus Sorcerer would just return later with more troops and attack somewhere else. I told Bleys that I planned to find out who was behind this. He said he'd stay and try to help Aurthur with the defense. Maybe Bleys could come up with a way to win victory against these forces. I patted Aurthur on the shoulder.

"Aurthur my good friend, stay at with Bleys if you can. Cover his back. Fight the good fight and come back in one piece."

Along the way I avoided conflict where I could by steering clear of archers (which was easy since the dark armies were dominated by infantry) and by casting A Total an Unexplained Disappearance on those winged creatures whose path I cross. Alas there were simply too many of them. Inevitably a smattering of them would fly up to engage me. I focused on crippling the winged fliers and decapitating the demonic non-winged fliers. My sword worked almost on its own as I was actually thinking of my true opponent.

I reached the storm unharmed. There, on his own little floating pillar, was a handsome, but maniacal man with flowing brown hair and black silver armor. He ranted on something fierce about crushing this shadow for the greater glory of Chaos. He babbled about destroying me, and how much he'd enjoy it. He was clearly cosumed by madness. How could he hate me so much without even meeting me? I knew of only one cure for Logrus madness - death, but that cure could not be applied to the patient right now. He had me at a great disadvantage. Maybe the Pattern could defeat his Logrus powers, but my magic could never fend off his creatures AND his magic. He had gloated long enough for me to get a complete and perfect mental image of him. I burnt it into my mind.

That done I bid him farewell and Trumped to Castle Amber, which caused him to froth over with fury and anguish from not getting the chance to kill me.