Squire Stakk's Stories

In the desolate lands of Westfall, where the blight of the Eastern Plaguelands had yet to cast its shadow, my journey into darkness began. Once a mortal of ambition and desire, I found myself ensnared by the whispers of the undead, drawn to the promise of power and immortality. With a heart heavy with longing, I surrendered myself to the abyss, willingly embracing the curse of undeath.

Under the watchful gaze of Myrkul, the lord of bones, I emerged anew—a creature of the night, bound in eternal servitude. Guided by the whispers of the restless dead, I made my pilgrimage to the sprawling necropolis of Undercity, where the Undead Lords held sway.

In the halls of the Undead Lords, I pledged my allegiance to this fraternity, dedicating myself to the service of Myrkul and the harvesting of souls in his name. Under their tutelage, I honed my skills in the arts of war, learning to wield the dark energies that pulsed through my undead veins with deadly precision.

It was amidst the shadowed corridors of the necropolis that I first encountered Lord Shadow—a figure cloaked in darkness, his presence commanding and enigmatic. Under his guidance, I embarked upon a journey of self-discovery, delving deep into the forbidden mysteries of the arcane arts.

One such adventure led us to the haunted ruins of Stratholme, where the echoes of the past whispered through the crumbling walls like the cries of the damned. Guided by Lord Shadow’s wisdom, we navigated the treacherous labyrinth of undead horrors, confronting ancient evils that lurked in the shadows.

With each strike I unleashed, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at the edges of my consciousness. The sight of these twisted abominations, once living beings like myself, now enslaved to the darkness, stirred a sense of empathy within me—a longing for the peace that had been stolen from them in death.

Yet, in the depths of my being, there lay a darker truth that I dared not confront. The whispers of doubt and remorse were drowned out by the relentless drumbeat of my duty. I steeled myself against the rising tide of emotion, burying my doubts deep within the recesses of my soul.

I wielded my necrotic powers with a cold determination, striking down the undead horrors with ruthless efficiency. But with each foe felled by my hand, a part of me felt as though it slipped further into the abyss, consumed by the darkness that threatened to swallow me whole.

It was in a moment of fleeting clarity that the truth of my existence struck me like a blow to the chest. The line between victim and perpetrator had blurred beyond recognition. As I stood amidst the lifeless forms of the undead, I saw not enemies, but souls trapped in an endless cycle of torment.

But amidst the chaos and despair, a vision came to me—a dream of Lady Salina, a mysterious yet familiar figure from a distant realm. In her ethereal embrace, she beckoned me forth to a strange world known as Arrakis - in a parallel universe teeming with untold wonders and ancient secrets.

Driven by curiosity and the call of destiny, I heeded her summons, venturing into the unknown depths of the alien landscape. And as I stood upon the shifting sands of Arrakis, I knew that my journey had only just begun—for in the boundless expanse of the cosmos, there are mysteries yet to be unraveled and destinies yet to be forged.


As I traversed the alien landscape of Arrakis, the shifting sands whispered secrets of forgotten ages, guiding me towards my fate. It was amidst the endless dunes that I first beheld Lady Salina—a figure of ethereal beauty, her presence captivating and mysterious.

In her gaze, I sensed a power beyond mortal understanding, a force that resonated with the very essence of the universe. Yet, amidst the awe that filled me, there lingered a profound sense of unease—a gnawing doubt that clawed at the edges of my consciousness.

For in this strange new world, I discovered that Myrkul, the lord of bones, had taken the form of a divine cat—a revelation that defied logic and reason. How could the mighty lord of darkness adopt such an innocent guise, yet still wield the same arcane powers that had once commanded fear and reverence?

As I grappled with this revelation, I was thrust into a quest of cosmic significance—a mission to uncover the intentions of Lord Srathor, who sought to harness the powers of the divine cats, Mystra and Myrkul, for his own nefarious purposes.

Amidst the vast expanse of the desert, I found myself pondering the enigma of Myrkul’s feline form. Could it be that even in this unfamiliar universe, the lord of bones remained true to his inscrutable nature, manipulating events from the shadows with cunning and guile?

With each step I took across the sun-scorched earth, I felt the weight of destiny pressing down upon me—a reminder that in the vast tapestry of existence, even the most unlikely of allies could hold the key to salvation. And as I journeyed deeper into the heart of Arrakis, I knew that the answers I sought awaited me amidst the swirling sands of fate.

My report is as follows:

Scouting Report: Arrakis

Objective: To gather intelligence on Lord Srathor’s intentions regarding the divine cats, Mystra and Myrkul, and to assess potential threats to the stability of Arrakis.


  1. Status of Mystra and Myrkul:
  • Mystra and Myrkul hold revered status among the inhabitants of Arrakis, worshipped as symbols of divinity.
  • They are believed to possess mystical powers beyond mortal understanding.
  1. Presence of Lord Srathor:
  • Lord Srathor has been observed lurking near the sanctuary of Mystra and Myrkul, indicating potential interest in their powers.
  • While his presence may initially suggest darker intentions, further analysis reveals that he may be investigating the same disturbances that concern Lady Salina.
  1. Rumors of Hidden Chamber:
  • Rumors persist of a hidden chamber located deep within the tunnels beneath Arrakis.
  • This chamber is said to house ancient artifacts of great power, coveted by Lord Srathor and his followers.
  • However, it is possible that Lord Srathor’s interest in these artifacts is related to his investigation into the disturbances rather than malevolent intent.
  1. Unrest Among the Population:
  • Signs of unrest have been noted among the populace, with whispers of dark omens and impending doom.
  • Further analysis suggests that these disturbances may be related to the same phenomena that concern Lady Salina.


  1. Maintain vigilant surveillance of Lord Srathor’s movements and activities while considering the possibility that his intentions may be aligned with the interests of Lady Salina.
  2. Investigate the rumored hidden chamber to assess the validity of the claims and potential threat it poses.
  3. Facilitate communication and collaboration between Lord Srathor and Lady Salina to discuss their findings and work towards a mutual understanding of the situation.

Conclusion: The findings of this scouting report suggest a complex situation on Arrakis, with potential threats to the stability of the region intertwined with the interests of both Lord Srathor and Lady Salina. Further investigation and communication between these parties are recommended to address the disturbances and safeguard the well-being of the inhabitants of Arrakis.

End of report

As I approached Lady Salina with the completed scouting report in hand, I felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation swirling within me. Her presence, ethereal and commanding, seemed to cast a shimmering aura around her, adding weight to the gravity of our meeting.

With a respectful bow, I presented the report to Lady Salina, offering it up for her perusal. “My lady,” I began, my voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in my chest, “I have gathered the intelligence you requested regarding Lord Srathor’s intentions and the disturbances on Arrakis.”

Lady Salina accepted the report with a gracious nod, her gaze piercing as she scanned its contents. As she read, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation building within me, wondering how she would react to the findings we had uncovered.

After a moment of contemplation, Lady Salina looked up, her eyes meeting mine with a hint of solemnity. “Thank you, Stakk,” she said softly, her voice carrying a weight of concern. “Your diligence in gathering this information is commendable.”

I waited with bated breath as Lady Salina continued, her words carrying the weight of authority and wisdom. “It seems that the disturbances on Arrakis may be more complex than we initially thought,” she mused, her brow furrowing in thought. “Lord Srathor’s intentions may not be as nefarious as they appear.”

A sense of relief washed over me at her words, tempered by a newfound sense of curiosity. “What do you suggest we do next, my lady?” I inquired, eager to hear her insights on how to proceed.

Lady Salina regarded me with a knowing smile, her eyes alight with determination. “I believe it is time for Lord Srathor and I to have a discussion,” she replied, her tone firm. “We must work together to uncover the truth behind these disturbances and ensure the safety of Arrakis and its inhabitants.”

With a renewed sense of purpose, I nodded in agreement, grateful for the opportunity to aid Lady Salina in her quest. As we prepared to embark on the next stage of our journey, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of optimism stirring within me—a belief that together, we could overcome whatever challenges lay ahead and bring peace to the troubled lands of Arrakis.