Lord Kustine Hal'Mor
The signs were all there... The skies had
darkened over the tombs of Wrong for days before the undead minions of the
fallen Lord of Covetous; Aragothias had camped out the place for weeks. All that
was left this night was to fight, fight with all our souls and hope to the
Virtue's of our King that we suceeded...
The past few weeks have held horrors and miracles mine own eyes have never held,
Hordes pouring out of the Halls of Covetous in the name of an Evil Lord
Aragothias, Many brave men and women fought back those hordes and slew the Foul
thing leaving his bloody mass of a body bleeding on the grassy knoll in front of
the Serpents Cross. Yet, when he fell the evil creature that took residence
inside his body was released and the real horrors began. Hell Hounds began to
track members of the Yew Militia overcoming them, and those that were brave
enough to render aid. Our 'Beacon of Hope' Had arrived holding the armies of
brave Dragons behind her, Claudia Raym... the adopted daughter of an Elder
Dragon slain by fools in the streets of Yew, had come to us to help fight this
evil force and mayhap save her own kind in the process.
With Phakebrus free of the prison of Aragothias, he unleashed legions upon our
township of Fogwood on the outskirts of Yew. Many a brave warriors from Green
Hell, The Rising Lords of Virtue, Order of the Silver Dragon, Akalabeth and The
Syndicate had driven the droves back saving us from the flames. All those armies
as well as many a Paladin and Mercenary gathered near the mouth of that horrid
pit of Wrong. From her nearby lair our child of deliverance rode forth with her
glorious innocence and young heart giving us all Hope and a sudden Burst of
Energy, behind her followed two Sky Blue dragon guardians larger than any dragon
I have seen or heard of.
Our high hearts and confidence melted away like childhood dreams as the skies
grew darker and two daemon guardians descended from the blackness overhead,
behind them came Phakebrus... that horrid beast of Evil and Brimstone that had
caused so much suffering. As they landed the ground shook and hellhounds poured
out from fissures in the ground... Lich upon Lich rose from the graves of those
buried in the tombs of Wrong... And our heart sunk as a black gate opened and in
came the Armies of The Shadow Conclave. The Battle waged on an on for nearly an
hour, men and women being cut down with not so much of a blink from Phakebrus...
Then it happened I saw a man run from the top of the tomb over the stone spikes
of Wrong with his sword pointed straight into the chest of one of Phakebrus'
Guardians, the foul beast screamed in pain as its black blood poured and mixed
with that of red already covering the grass. The Second Guardian Fell soon
thereafter and one of Claudia's Dragonkin had been slain. Phakebrus fought
through the crowd to destroy our Beacon of Hope and Innocence but for each step
he took we pounded him with magic spells and cold iron that would have killed
any normal daemon. As his last step was taken the Daemon Screamed "Noooooo!"
and fell onto the stone battlements of Wrong impaling his thick hide.
Our Fearless Scribe and Mage Greypawn approached the Foul body of Darkness and
removed his cold lifeless heart proclaiming the battle a victory... The day was
ours, and both Phakebrus and Aragothias are no more... Huzzah!
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online,