It is with an eager pen that I bring you this story of strange
magics! Your correspondent was having a drink at the Yew Merry Center
for All (known far and wide as "The Y") on Wednesday night when he had the
great honor of meeting the glorious Lord Halston Montil, who
heads Lord British's efforts to stop the Followers of Armageddon from achieving their evil goals. With
his golden blade in hand and his fine suit of armor, he was the very picture of an
honorable knight and a man of truth and power. Your correspondent was in awe...but little
did I know what amazing thing would soon embarass him!
Shortly after Halston entered the place, the royal engineer Fergus MacLeda appeared. His arrival had been expected by
all but myself, for being newly arrived I was not familiar with the events of the night
before. I had a fellow tavern-goer relate to me the story of 24 hours earlier.
"D' man over dere, Fergush, wid da pretty green armor? 'e was here lasht night
too. He come by after da sword. Did ya hear about da sword of Junin?"
I admitted I hadn't heard anything about Junin's sword. His axe, I'd
heard had lopped heads off bodies all across Britannia, but I'd heard no mention of his
"Oh, see, 'e brung 'is long sword in here...well, let m' see. 'e brung hisself in
here, disguised like, an' sat down right dere. And den 'e jumps up, reveals himself like,
and den sticks da table wit 'is sword! And den Fergus gets wind o' it, and comes by t'
look at d' sword."
Thus aquatinted with the facts preceding, I payed renewed attention
to the dialog between Fergus and the guard. Fergus offered that he had something the guard
should see, and handed over the sword. The guard looked at it a bit and then...well, get
this! He started to try to hold this sword, as if to test its balance or some such, when
it exploded! A trapped sword! Trapped against his Lordship's guard specifically, it
seemed, or maybe set off remotely (for Junin himself was once again visiting incognito
from time to time this night).
Halston leapt in pain and his hand looked charred. Knowing how tough
Halston is and looking at the severity of the wound, many folk guessed it might have
killed a lesser man. And the strange, strange sword? A mangled mess.
Halston gave his hand over to a healer for treatment and promised to
redouble his efforts to track the Followers. At that, he asked about Seer Cepheus'
prophesy about the Followers, since Junin has said the night before (according to my
source) that it would be two days before the end!
Fergus and others knew the prophecy, which rambled like this:
Smoke and fire, soot and ash.
Shadowed twilight come to pass.
Blackened symbols, glowing red
Wisps of Darkness 'round piles of dead.
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online, Saturday, December 5th 1998