Prellis The Scribe
Nostur’yl appeared just off the side of a
well-worn road. A short distance away stood a large wooden fort housing a band
of brigands. The proximity to the renegade humans did not appear to bother the
mage in the least as he walked a few steps into the woodlands, his signature
white robe flowing around him. Nostur’yl raised his hands, summoning his loyal
minion Kraltch before him. If the imp was startled in the least to be pulled
across the land to its master, it did not show it.
After the imp came to stand behind his master, the mage once again raised his
hands into the air. Drawing forth the power of a star sapphire recently
obtained, he summoned forth the shimmering body of a wolf-like creature. Far too
slowly for the mage’s desire, the wolf solidified into a corporeal entity.
With a howl of glee after being freed from its bonds in the Abyss, the daemon
hound took its place alongside the imp.
The mage seemed to rest a moment from the exertion of summoning forth such a
creature, before turning back to the roadway. Showing an apparent lack of
concern over the dangers lurking in the forests, the trio made their way north.
Several lesser-minded creatures turned to regard the group as they passed - whether from fear of the creatures trailing the mage, or from respect, none
dared to strike out at Nostur’yl as they would a normal human.
Along their route they encountered small groups of humans battling the monsters
that inhabit the woodlands south of Yew. Stopping for a moment to speak with
each group the mage would continue. Without quite knowing why the adventurers
followed behind, offering their lives to protect the mage. By the time
Nostur’yl approached the cemetery of Yew he had the aid of four strong
warriors serving him.
Sensing the presence of a magical being within the confines of the cemetery,
Nostur’yl sent the humans inside to test their loyalty to him. The group of
adventurers did not disappoint him, as they brandished weapon and magic to kill
the Lich and it’s minions. Once finished with the task, the party turned off
the road to the northeast.
A short while later by human terms, but far too long for the mage, whose time
was limited within the realm while he lacked the remaining four gems, the group
arrived at their destination. A small outcropping of buildings on the outskirts
of Yew, bearing the title of the Lost Order of Akalabeth village, quietly
welcomed the party into its seemingly empty streets.
As the mage stood within the center of the village, the hound and a few of the
adventurers made their way about, seeking signs of the inhabitants. Before long,
several of the inhabitants made an appearance as the traveling group reformed
around the mage in a protective posture, the words “Master Nostur’yl”
spoken from their lips.
Two of those who had traveled with the mage spoke on his behalf to the
inhabitants, asking for the one named Lupov Thagrad, who had been seen in the
village in the past. After little success from the humans who now served him,
Nostur’yl stepped forward, speaking to no one in particular.
“I am Nostur’yl and I come for two reasons,” he said, the power in his
voice commanding attention. “One, we seek the man, Lupov Thagrad. Do you know
The apparent leader of the group gathered on behalf of the village related a
quick tale of Lupov’s last visit to the town, which he further stated to have
been a fortnight in the past.
Not allowing the small disruption in his plans to hamper him, Nostur’yl
continued, “The second reason I come. Those of your village have done me a
service in the past, I wished to thank them properly. It would do well for me if
you were to inform those responsible for returning the gem to me that the daemon
Nostur'yl offers his appreciation.” As he spoke the word daemon, the mage
transformed into his natural being.
Standing before the startled members of the village stood a daemon of the
darkest gray, his wings folded back at rest while a sword, far too large for the
strongest of humans to wield, rested easily in a single hand. Several gasps came
from those of the village as they eyed Nostur’yl nervously, while the
adventurers who had traveled alongside him hardly showed a concern for his true
“Tell them mine true form,” the daemon spoke, “and offer mine thanks. That
is all I require.”
Nostur’yl shifted forms once again, back to his more commonly accepted white
robed human guise. Turning back towards those who had accompanied him along the
journey, the mage now spoke words of parting, and then was gone with the imp and
hound, leaving those left behind to sort out what they had seen and heard.
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online,