T’was a bright sunny day yesterday and a cool
refreshing breeze came in from the bay as I sat down in the Cat’s Lair in
Britain. Thanking my waitress for the warm bowl of tomato soup she put in front
of me, I began to relax from a long day’s walk from the mountains of Minoc.
Halfway thru my bowl of soup I heard a woman yelling outside, by the First bank
of Britain. Curious as to what might cause such an alarm, I walked outside
towards the lady and noticed that she was a local town crier.
A crowd started to form rather quickly around the young lady, curious as to what
was happening. The lady began informing the crowd of news from Covetous that an
undead lich lord named Raziel had returned from his grave to seek out his
revenge on the people of Britannia. From that point questions started to fly,
questions like “Who was Raziel”, and “What revenge did he want” began to
be shouted by the large crowd now forming around her. After the further
discovery that the lich lord Raziel was seen on the third floor of the dungeon
Covetous, many of the gatherers decided to test their courage that day and fight
this evil undead lord.
I decided to take another route as I headed to my home in the nearby woods to
prepare myself for battle, knowing that all of Britannia’s families would be
in peril with this lich lord running about. Retrieving my trusted longsword, I
headed off to Covetous to fight the lich lord Raziel. After a long trek I
finally reached the lich’s lair. Tired and afraid, I walked into a scene out
of nightmares! Bodies laid everywhere, some disfigured, others cut in half or
with limbs removed. I tried hard to keep my lunch, but I could not hold it any
longer. Retching my midday meal into a nearby corner, I took solace in the fact
that I was still alive. That thought soon changed as I glanced up I saw three
bone knights charging at me without a care in the world. In the heat of battle I
lost count of the amount of friends and foes alike I had seen fall during that
battle ‘til at last I heard the triumphant call that we had won, and that the
lich lord Raziel had been slain.
Our victory was short lived that day, for soon after the lich lord had been
slain, a spirit appeared to warn us of Raziel’s real intent. The spirit
claimed that the lich lord we killed and the armies sent with him were nothing
more than a hoax, a distraction to buy the real Raziel time to complete his
incantations. The spirit went into further detail explaining that Raziel sought
revenge for the disturbance of his sleep by the constant battles taking place in
Covetous, and that Raziel intended to call forth all of the undead of Britannia
to destroy the human annoyances once and for all. The spirit quickly told us
that Raziel’s real lair was in the world of Felucca within the same confines
we had just done battle. Grabbing hold of my courage, myself and the other
warriors still in the chambers grouped together and prepared for the final
battle against Raziel and his undead minions.
Passing through the gate I blinked and as my eyes focused I thought I was seeing
things, for what stood before me was a towering daemon with fangs as long as my
arm. Glancing over my shoulder I noticed the other warriors just now passing
thru the gate and seeing what I had seen. With a quick glance between each
other, we darted off in different directions, taking cover from the foul beast.
With a bellowing roar Raziel screamed, “Caine, Lord of the Abyss, I command
thee! Destroy our enemies! Leave not a single soul to live to retell this
day!” And with a deafening roar the great daemon sprung into action. The
battle that ensued lasted for what seemed to be years.
Wounded and covered in blood I did not hear the cheers of victory at first. All
I felt was the numbing sensation of exhaustion, but after a few minutes I
regained myself and took part in the celebration. After the battle against
Raziel was complete, the warriors who had managed to pick a few gold pieces
during the fight offered to buy us all rounds at the Green Gryphon. Most of us
merrily accepted the offer and headed to the Gryphon to retell the tales of the
two battles, though few of us realized how close we had come to death that day.
Returning to my home later that eve, a bit intoxicated but none for the worse, I
began to wonder. Had we really stopped Raziel the second time or was that also
just an illusion? And if we did stop him, did we stop him before he cast the
spell we had all feared so deeply? I suppose only time will tell – but, as for
me, I will be lighting an extra candle this night and saying an extra long
prayer as I go to sleep, in hopes that this would be the last time I would ever
see Raziel again.
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online,