Dark Legend is to begin recording at the end of this week and very soon you will be able to hear the incredible adventures of Will Fleming and his friends as they defend the world against the malicious mutant Graffe and their sadistic master, Jonathon Harris.
This week however saw the birthday of Will, the hero of the tale. (Keep your ears peeled, it does get a mention!) To mark this, and the beginning of the recording, and with a little help from a toothless old soothsayer who witnessed the event and a mysterious tome entitled ‘The Red Book of Legend,” Storm FM sent a team of intrepid explorers to find the place where it all began…
Only one of them made it back. He was clutching a diary which we have provided extracts from below:
February 27th, 11:32 AM: After a two day journey we have finally arrived at the small town mentioned by the soothsayer, though we are a long way from the village where Will, the legend himself, was born. Unsurprisingly, the place is empty and without life. The sense of loneliness here is almost overpowering. I must say that i am entirely unnevred by being here. Something is wrong. Many of the buildings are decayed and crumbling whilst rusted cars lie dead in the street. I shall be glad to leave this place as we take the road north up towards the mountains.
1:15 PM: At the end of the north road we have stumbled upon an old farmhouse, that like the town, has been abandoned long ago. Here we have discovered the old farmers diary. Many pages have been torn out and it is barely legible, but the last entry is clear for us all to see. All Hope is lost. We are beaten and soon I fear they shall come for us soon. I can hear them coming up the road from the town. We are doomed. It is clear to us all that something terrible descended upon this farm and the town.
4:15 PM: From the farm house, we have made the long climb up into the mountains towards the place the book calls ‘The spikes of Octavius’ At first it was tough as we hsd to crawl through bracken, bramble and fields of sheep that hadn’t been shorn for many summers. Things became easier as we came to a long undulating ridge above a spectacular valley towards the spiked crown ahead of us. It is fair to say that is beautiful country. Earlier a small cloud of rain appeared below us before fading to a rainbow that spanned the valley like a bridge. As darkness sets in, we make camp beneath the spikes before heading out across the ‘Plains of Rosgorth’ tommorow.
28th February, 2:26 PM: We awoke at sunrise this morning to discover the vastness of the Plains before us, where wild horses roam free. The Plains have taken us most of the day to cross and we are all now feeling tired and morale is low as we sit and rest beneath the great stone watchtowers that guard the birthplace of the Legend. We have been told by the soothsayer that there was once a well travelled road through the valley and up the mountain towards our destination, but it has since been eroded away by time and nature. I cannot see why anybody would live in a remote environment such as this. The route ahead of us is filled with forboding.
4:15 PM: Mist and Fog have closed in and it is bitterly cold. We have spent the last half an hour of our journey trudging through deep snow and have not come more than twenty metres. We cannot continue tonight. Earlier, we discovered the remains of some sort of hideous creature. It appeared to be some sort of humanoid mutant, like something from a science fiction film. We noted that it had fangs and claws, and its skin was a kind of grey. Perhaps this is what attacked the town and the farm house. I pray that we do not encounter a live one on our journey.
1st March, 12:03: Today is the day of The Dark Legend’s birthday, according to the book. We celebrated this morning with cake we had been saving for the occassion. The weather has now cleared and the going is fairly easy. When we reached the peak towering over Rosgorth, the view was spectacular and clear enough to see for miles, even beyond the spikes of Octavius which were now many miles behind us. We have already caught glimpses of the remote village where we are headed as we descend the mountain but it still appears a long way off.
2:42: We have arrived, and as we have suspected for some time the place is deserted. Clearly the creatures have been here. The weather right now is quite pleasant, though all of us feel as though we are being watched. I myself have noticed a sinister shadow, lurking amongst the buildings. I believe we are surrounded…
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