Prellis the scribe
Kraltch, the imp of Nostur’yl, followed
his guides across the face of Sosaria in search of the obsidian
posts. His guides had informed him they knew the location
of all eight posts, and while Kraltch was not strong enough
to lift even one, he would be able to report the location
of each to his daemon lord.
Five such posts had been shown to him in all, before he was
forced to summon the aid of Nostur’yl. The imp thought it
was most unfortunate that he had run into trouble, as he knew
he was close to finding a sixth, and had hoped to please his
master with the location of all eight. It was not to be so.
Nostur’yl manifested himself and immediately chased off those
who sought to harm the imp and then left just as quickly with
the imp in tow.
Not too far across the land, deep within the crypts housed
on the outskirts of Yew, a group had gathered at one such
obsidian post. The tinker, Gregory Ironhand, had been brought
to this post to examine it so that a course of action could
be determined. After close examination it was found that the
post was near, if not entirely, indestructible; having been
crafted by magical means of a much larger piece of obsidian
and compressed to its current size. Being individuals who
would not give up so easily, several attempts were made at
destroying the short black post where it rested. Each met
As the hall lay quiet for a moment, a sound echoing off the
stones of the old crypt caught the gathering’s attention.
Coming from further down the passageway could be heard the
unmistakable pounding of hooves on stone. Any who could not
discern the noise soon discovered what had caught the others’
attention as Nostur’yl came into view.
The daemon spoke briefly, demanding all to step aside so that
he might lay claim to the post within. Much to his and the
imp’s pleasure, they refused. Battle raged throughout the
stone halls, beginning with Nostur’yl calling forth a horde
of hellhounds and a daemon while Kraltch unleashed magical
attacks on any nearby.
The defenders fought bravely, slaying the hounds and daemonic
minion in short work with few casualties of their own. It
seemed almost as if they might win this battle as they took
in the scene and noted the corpses of the vile creatures and
many injuries appearing readily on the imp’s body. Their hopes
were soon dashed, however, when their eyes took in the visage
of the towering daemon of the deepest grey, who to this point
had attacked none. A menacing laugh came from Nostur’yl before
he lifted a sword larger than an average sized man and walked
into the fray, cutting down any brave enough to face him.
It did not take long before the room was cleared of any living
defender, mercy being shown to those who fled or did not attack.
Stepping across the corpses of many brave men and women, Nostur’yl
stood before the obsidian post. “Now the first post shall
be mine!” the daemon’s voice bellowed throughout the stone
corridors as he hefted the obsidian post into the air. Then
as fast as they had entered, Nostur’yl and Kraltch left the
crypts, only to vanish once in the open air.
the night and across the realm, guards were placed to watch
over each of the stone posts found. While most locations remained
calm and peaceful, two such groups found themselves under
grueling attacks from the minions of Nostur’yl.
The first such attack took place at a hidden room deep in
the heart of the maze of hedge. Hellhounds and daemons attacked
the group gathered, in a barrage from differing directions,
but were no match for the mages and warriors assembled.
The second attack came a short while later, only this
time at the Lycaeum in Moonglow where a post rested upon a
desk. This attack came first in the form of a single balron,
its rank shown in the light grey coloring of its hide, the
mark of one of Nostur’yls elite daemons. Ranking or not, the
defenders would give not an inch in this battle and help arrived
from the defenders at the hedge maze, just as the balron was
A third attack took place again at the center of the maze
of hedge, the guards having grown lax in their duty while
some remained at the Lycaeum, believing it to be the more
threatened area. The defenders who stood their ground had
little hope of victory, as two balrons appeared, again marked
as being of the elite. The first daemon kept the guards occupied
outside long enough for the second to make its way into the
hidden chamber and claim the obsidian post for its master.
Before reinforcements could be summoned, the two were gone
from their sight.
final attack took place some time later, as, after delivering
the captured post to their daemon lord, the two balrons made
an attempt upon the post at the Lycaeum. Greed would become
the pair’s undoing, as the defenders were better equipped
and better prepared than those at the maze of hedge. After
a long battle, the muscles of the heroes strained to their
fullest, the pair of balrons lay dead at the feet of the guards.
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online,Sunday,
August 6th 2000