Amidst piles of books, faintly scented by mildew and
strange concoctions, Gilforn sat confounded by his lack of success. Idly
spinning a mandrake root, he stood looking at the empty space where a
facet gate had been. At first he thought he had finally done it. He could
see Felucca within the dim purple glow of the gate. He flipped over an
hourglass and waited. Right on time it closed and all that was left was
nothingness. Offering a sigh and a curse to the Virtues, he turned and
began his research anew. He would create a permanent facet gate or else
waste away trying.
Gilforn was the foremost authority on Gate travel and teleportation spells
in the land. He had written many works including "The Definitive Gate"
and "Gate Travel and the Modern World". He was most notably known for
his achievement with local teleporters. The Moonglow town teleporters
and the similar ones found in J'helom had baffled most modern mages for
some time. Gilforn was able to find out how they were crafted and duplicated
them. You can see some of his handiwork in the mage shop in Moonglow.
The ill-conceived design of that building required some teleporters to
ease the flow of shoppers. Also many other congested areas around the
realm had called upon Gilforn to implement similar local teleporters to
make the common manís travels a bit easier.
Still, even with that accomplished, the discovery of facets and the accompanying
facet gates fascinated Gilforn. It was a fairly simple thing to open a
gate and step through to the apothecary down the road, but to be able
to step through a gate to another world? The only other instance of this
was the now almost fabled Siege Perilous gate that brought the stranger
to Sosaria to defeat Mondain. Gilforn had petitioned Nystul endlessly
for the books regarding that gateís creation. Finally Nystul came to see
Gilforn personally, to assure him that any record of the methods employed
to create that gate was not to be found. Gilforn had publicly stated he
believed Nystul to not be telling the whole truth of that matter. However,
the facets gates were truly real and required no skill in magic to employ
- only a single 'moonstone'. The stone, once placed on the ground, simply
buries itself and a facet gate is created to the exact location on the
opposite facet. These moonstones began to appear once Minax had arrived
in Britannia. It would seem she came from her own facet and her entry
into our facet some how spawned the creation of these objects. The horrid-smelling
little headless creatures seem to collect these moonstones as some sort
of status symbol, or so it has been speculated.
Gilforn had been studying the old texts on the creation of the local Moongates.
They were permanent; their destination shifting with the phases of the
twin moons that orbited Sosaria. He had tried every conceivable combination
of Moongate magicks and Moonstones he could muster and still he could
not open a permanent gate. In fact he had injured himself in one attempt
in which the gate opened and exploded in a burst of energy.
He began to open his texts again when he realized the lateness of the
hour. Instead of continuing his studies, he headed to bed for a much needed
rest. He quickly succumbed to sleep and began to dream.
A clear night with a crisp wind blew across Gilforn's face. It was the
Moonglow town center. The stars shone brightly only to be outshone by
the twin full moons. A wisp appeared and seemingly beckoned Gilforn forward.
He followed. South through the metal gates down the road to the Moongate
he followed the glowing Wisp. Then, quite suddenly, it was gone. The gate
was somehow different looking. It pulsed with a different glow. One unlike
any he had seen before. Almost unnoticed, darkness crept in all around
and a chorus of voices spoke.
"you have worked hard friend. your efforts will not be in vain. look
upon the gate and see..."
The wind whipped harder as Gilforn starred into the swirling gate.
"Who are you and why do you disrupt my dreams with this strange vision?"
"we are wise. we seek to help."
"see what you have not seen. find what you seek. we offer it freely."
This stirred Gilforn from his gaze. Being ever the cynic, he responded,
"Nothing is free. With what cost does this knowledge come, spirit?"
"no cost to you, friend. no cost to you at all. look upon the gate
His eyes slowly returned their gaze to the strange gate swirling before
him. Familiar symbols in bizarre combinations spun and twisted in before
"It is so clear. It is so simple. It is wonderful."
"we are glad. now step through the gate"
Gilforn stepped forward and entered the gate.
He awoke violently. Shaking and covered in sweat, it took him several
moments to compose himself. It was still dark, in the dead of the night.
He was dreaming...a wisp..a gate...the gate! He leapt from his bed and
hurried to his lab.
His mind was ablaze with symbols and arcane words of magic. Hastily he
grabbed at spell components from every corner of the room. A mild sort
of madness had taken over. As he finished compiling his spell components
he began to chant words he had never heard before, in a meter that was
"init kal vas gres
trak sek-de ter-mer..
re in ew tu-tim in-ten
re grav beh
i trak-por "
At first nothing happened. Then in a flash the spell components burst
into a spike of energy illuminating the room, and the moonstone he had
placed in the center of the other components sank into the ground. Half-blinded
from the flash, Gilforn watched as a swirling gate appeared from the ground.
It had the same strangeness about as the gate in his dream. He turned
Slowly he peered into the gate. He could not see what was beyond it. He
waited. The sand dropped bit by bit at an almost maddeningly slow pace.
He paced, always glancing back at the hourglass. Finally the time had
come for the gate to close. He stood bewildered. I was still open! He
paced frantically, waiting. Could it be? Another hour passed and the gate
still remained. It would seem that this gate was indeed going to remain.
Now came the true test. What happened upon walking through it? The other
side could not be seen. This gate was murky. He paced some more. It was
almost dawn. Should he wait and inform the Council of his discovery? He
almost gave in to that thought, but his desire to know if it really worked
drove him to step through gate.
There was no sensation. It was like any other gate he had ever taken in
his lifetime. He appeared on the other side. He felt fine, but something
was terribly wrong. This was not Felucca.
He stood next to a ruined stone structure. At first he did not notice,
but then it became very obvious. An ankh! Amidst the rubble was a large
standing ankh. In front of it, buried under some debris, rested, to his
unbelieving eyes, a Virtue Sigil. The scales : the Sigil of Justice. This
was the Shrine of Justice? This looked nothing like the Shrine of Justice
he knew. This was amazing. He was overcome with excitement. Briefly, he
realized that his gate might not remain forever. He turned and looked
into the gate. He looked all around. He longed to explore but realized
this was something he should report directly to the Council of Mages.
With a tinge of regret he walked back through the gate and was back in
his lab. The gate remained. It was near dawn as he gathered himself and
headed off to awaken Anon and speak of his grand discovery.
In the blackest part of the Void, three figures grinned darkly. It had
From the Britannia News Network - The Journal of Ultima Online, March