Prellis the scribe
UP: Atlantic
Nostur�yl
manifested before the Tower of Infernal Necromancy and walked
confidently tostand before the large metal doors. He wore
no illusions about his form as heawaited access from those
who resided inside. A door to the tower opened and hestrode
confidently into the dark hall of the lower level.
Once inside the tower, he masked himself in the illusion of
the human mage andgreeted the man who had admitted him before
taking a seat at a nearby table.Smogg Azalin returned the
greeting and sat opposite the false mage. For a shortwhile
the two spoke quietly of recent events surrounding the Mayor
of Rivendell,Aleph Aeirs, as well as the remaining gemstones
and their bearers. During thecourse of the conversation Chaszmyr
joined them, which turned the discussion tospecifics on the
amethyst as well as other topics of interest.
�Now, as to the amethyst. Unless those who hold it can be
persuaded to deliverit to mine self,� Nostur�yl spoke, �I
shall be unable to recover it. Itseems they have inadvertently
used the same metals to bind it, as had the tinkerbefore them
with the emerald. If only another means to mine freedom could
befound.�
The daemon sat quietly for a moment until Chaszmyr asked,
�Is there apossibility of other means?�
He thought for a short while before replying. �It is a possibility,
but whileI am trapped within the Abyss I can not research
such. I am most open tosuggestions.�
�There must be hidden knowledge on this subject,� Smogg suggested,
�Wehave several books in our secret library and access to
even more. We canresearch into this.�
The conversation continued on the subject of means to recover
the amethyst andother methods for the daemon to be freed from
its bonds, and then shifted asSmogg related news to Nostur�yl.
�Several obsidian posts have been found. Doyou know of their
meaning or use?�
The posts were described in detail to the daemon as he sat
listening intently toevery word, a smile growing across his
human-looking face. Nostur�yl leanedback in his chair, thinking
on the existence of the posts after so many years.His reverie
was broken when the two sitting at the table asked about theirnature.
�Possessions of mine from many years ago, carved from the
volcanoes andtreated with strong magic. They were to be used
for a ceremony and so they shallbe used once again. There
are eight such posts. Used properly and laid outcorrectly
they can open a gate to mine home.�
�They seem to be bound to where they lie. How can they be
released?�Chaszmyr asked of the daemon.
�I do not believe them to be bound,� Nostur�yl explained,
�although Imay be wrong. However, when the posts were crafted,
more obsidian was forgedinto the posts then each appears to
contain. They are each far heavier than anybut the strongest
of creatures could carry. A Wyrm, an Ogre Lord or perhaps
afew others might be able to carry one. I, mine self, was
only able to carry oneon mine person at a time, thus the reason
the ritual was delayed long enough forthe Oracle to intervene
and bind mine spirit into the form of gems.�
�Once released, they shall need to be collected and brought
to the temple,�he continued. �From there I shall perform the
ritual and release mine brethrenupon this land. For far too
long British and his virtues have ruled this land.It is time
for a change in power.�
The talk of a change in power brought a name into the mind
of Smogg Azalin.�Do you know of Minax?� he asked.
�I have heard the name,� the daemon replied. �It was partially
due to herthat I was first able to manifest mine person here
once again in this realm.�
�I understand it was due to her that the world was split into
two?� heasked, seeing the questioning look on their faces,
then continued withoutwaiting for a response, �Had the world
not been split as such I would haveremained trapped forever
in the Abyss. However, once that occurred, the holdover mine
binds was weakened.�
The group spoke for a short while longer, recapping the subjects
alreadydiscussed. Nostur�yl then said his farewells for the
time being and left thesmall group to begin implementing many
dark plans.
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online,
Tuesday, August
1st 2000
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