I made these writings on the Fifth day of Koaratos in the year 5102.

This is a lecture Lord Kerl gave in Rivers Rest to which he kindly gave me permission to put in writing.

Morgiest Frostgiant





Kerl says, "And so, the old man stirs."

Kerl recites:

"His face turns and it catches your stare.

You freeze one second, stuck between places,

Frowns add lines to both of your faces."

Kerl recites:

"Feet touch ground as his torso rises.

He sits a moment with hands on his knees,

Coughs once, and looks at the youth he sees."

Kerl says, "And thus, all tales begin."

Kerl recites:

"You squirm a bit, your legs aren't in it.

The face, carved, like a fallow plain,

Had drawn dark desire to watch him wane."

Kerl recites:

"His color reddens, he starts to speak.

"I know what you want, but that'll change,

You itch for war like a dog with mange."

Kerl says, "Crazy old man" you mutter"

Kerl recites:

"He's right though, you feel the call to war.

With a swelling pride, for battle you yern,

For deeds of valor, triumphant return."

Kerl recites:

"But his face, the pits and scars tell more.

Is he a hero, a warrior sage?

Will he speak of glory in ancient age?"

Kerl says, "So you listen to his tale..."

Kerl recites:

"Running feet pound through dense brush.

Breath billows in a rhythm of fear.

Honed steel clashes and arrows fly near."

Kerl recites:

"Blood escapes flesh in crimson droplets,

Then rushes forth like a breaking tide.

Fingers fly, bones splinter, grown men hide."

Ulstram slowly fades into view amidst golden motes of light.

Kerl recites:

"Vain pride lies sullied in crimson mud.

Cast asside like Jetsam in a shrill storm,

Replaced by fear in untainted form."

Kerl recites:

"Swelling nostrils like an acrid smoke,

And masking deeds too dark to be sung.

Knawing life from the bones of the young."

Kerl says, "Is this what you yearn for?" he says."

Kerl recites:

"As the battle ebbs the ground drinks blood.

The living share space with hollow dead,

Moaning as insects defile their bed."

Kerl recites:

"Marked bodies, torn limbs, are all that's left.

Victory is nothing but an after thought,

As old men wonder what pride has bought."

Kerl says, "And thus all battles end. "

Kerl recites:

"Still the young march, in full battle dress.

Scarred faces look on in silent stare,

Cold knowledge of lessons they can't share."

Kerl recites:

"In smoke filled corners of darkened taverns,

Lamenting friends lost to battle's lure,

They nod in agreement, "there is no cure."

Kerl says, "The old man looks at you, searching."

Kerl recites:

"He closes his eyes and swallows hard

"Go on then" he says, "be on your way"

"No words of mine can change the day."

Kerl recites:

"Rising on limber legs you swagger,

Bound for great battle and wondrous deed,

You forget the words of the old man's creed."

Kerl says, "Until your day comes."

Kerl recites:

"In terror you'll lurch and run with fear,

Replacing pride with it's acrid smell,

As you cling to life in living hell."

Kerl recites:

"Remember the old mans furrowed face,

And courage you'll find to stay the fight,

Not for pride, but to see with old man's sight."

Kerl bows.

Kerl says, "a bit somber I must say... but the times are dark indeed."

Kerl glances at Arwen.

Kerl glances at Ulstram.

Arwen curtsies to Ulstram.

Kerl says, "ahh, I didn't see you enter Ulstram. I am honored that you would feel that my words might be worth hearing."

Ulstram says softly, "Please, go on. Think not of my presence but another set of ears to listen."

Kerl says, "we shall wait a bit. That was just a poem for those who came early"

Kerl says, "something I rarely do myself"

Kerl blushes a glowing shade of red.

Arwen smiles at Kerl.

Ulstram says softly, "It was very well spoken."

Kerl says, "alright. We wait for just a few more and then we start."

Ulstram says softly, "Tis a long story from times ago."

Kerl rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Kerl paces back and forth.

Kerl clears his throat.

Kerl says, "just a few quick words before we get started"

Kerl says, "I ask first and formost for your attention while I'm speaking"

Kerl says, "please hold your fidgeting to a minimum"

Kerl says, "those who can't seem to follow that simple request..."

Kerl taps a small silver star.

Kerl says, "perhaps the law will deal with you"

Kerl points at a small silver star.

Kerl says, "greetings friends"

[The Stone Eye, Meeting Hall]

This circular chamber contains a single bench which runs along the wall. No other seat is available, except the floor, in order that everyone may look into the eyes of every other person here. By design of the proprietor, this configuration is intended to force honesty, or at least acceptance of one's actions, upon those who discuss weighty matters. You also see the fiery red Hhooru disk and the Kcutter disk.

Also in the room: Lord Geoff who is seated, Lady Gremlynn who is seated, Lady Arwen who is seated, Isselie who is seated, Esserae who is seated, High Lord Shonison who is seated, Nilulmwen who is seated, Muthra who is seated, Darkocelot who is lying down, Uthenegal, Nofret, Goldstr who is seated, Lady Karly who is seated, Aranrhod who is seated, High Lady Kadesha who is seated, Guineyth who is seated, Ulstram, Alaayne who is lying down, Lady Sherysse who is seated, Lady Kymbers who is seated, Wholenote who is seated, Kcutter who is seated, Tesserah who is seated, Hhooru, Lord Zosopage who is seated, Lord Aubery who is seated, Riomal who is seated, Lady Chutnee who is seated, Sundaisy who is seated, Rosewild who is seated, Bristenn who is seated, Clunk who is seated, Lady Kylaeh who is seated, Matti who is seated, Aimless who is seated, Kerl, Ichiko who is seated, Junis who is seated, Songowl who is seated

Obvious exits: up.

Kerl says, "one moment and I'm ready to go"

Kerl fidgets.

Kerl says, "ahh good. We're all set then."

Kerl touches one finger to his lips.

Kerl says, "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for gathering to hear these words about the Griffin Sword. I ask the gods that I may remain humble, when for whatever reason, so many seem to value what I have to say."

Kerl says, "In these dark times we are engaged in an epic struggle. A wrestling match one might say, with the gods of Lornan."

Kerl asks, "And for what? A few broken pieces of an old sword. What is the value in that?"

Kerl shifts his weight.

Kerl says, "That is the question that I hope to answer."

Kerl says, "I stand before you, to give you some idea of how important this struggle is. We fought a very similar fight in days long past you see. It is my hope that by hearing of the past, you will be encouraged to do what you are asked to do today."

Kerl says, "So I ask you, listen to my words, quietly, and with patience please... and they will provide you with some understanding of the import of the task before you."

Kerl clears his throat.

Kerl says, "This is the the story of one of the greatest defenses of a town in times yet remembered."

Kerl smiles at the crowd

Kerl says, "This is a factual tale of the heroics of many and the deaths of even more. It is not some fictitious account of deeds unrecorded but that of great efforts put forth by common folk in the defense of their town from great and terrible evil."

Kerl says, "These are events that actually took place, and if ye ask some of the older folks about, they're likely to either get a look of longing on their face for days of yore... or grimace with the painfull memory of loved ones lost and wounds too deep to be healed by any empath."

Kerl says, "I have searched far and wide for the details I did not see myself at the time. I may have missed a thing or two and if you know of something ye are welcome to bring it up, as I'll stop here and there for questions and answers."

Kerl exclaims, "This is a tale of great good and great evil, so if ye don' believe in either of those, then ye might as well walk out the door now, 'cause they both exist... and one or the other is likely standin' next to you!"

(Kerl glances about nervously as though the walls themselves might be listening.)

Kerl exclaims, "You see, the gods of Liabo and the gods of Lornon have long been at odds with each other. While the gods of Liabo have sought to nurture growth amongst us mortals the gods of Lornon have long been bent upon destruction and evil. A lot of folks will tell ye it just ain't so but it is I tell ye!"

Kerl smiles knowingly as he makes a quick assessment of the crowd.

Kerl says, "Anyway... The discovered lands were a smaller place back in those days. We were marooned you might say. Cut off from all of these other towns and cities to which we can now travel."

Kerl says, "River's Rest, Solhaven, Icemule, Ta'Illistim, and Ta'Vaalor... the routes to each of these had long been impassible to common folks. To us there was only Wehnimer's Landing, and the newly discovered dwarvish isle of Teras."

Lady Arwen just went up.

Kerl says, "The town was full of the young and the naive, and we had no idea what was headed our way when a prophet showed up in town."

Kerl says, "Now this prophet was a follower of Lorminstra, and had a tale to tell of his own as seems to be the rule with prophets, and a very important one at that... for long ago in the elder years, before any alive today were even so much as a twinkling in their mother's eye a great weapon had been forged."

Kerl says, "He came to tell us of the creation and alas, the destruction of this incredible weapon... the Griffin Sword... and I'll do my best to recount that portion of the tale as he told it."

Kerl smiles broadly, and then bows his head in thought before continuing.

Kerl asks, "Now first off before I get into what the prophet had to say, does everyone know what a Griffin is?"

Kerl says, "please raise your hand"

Kerl asks, "anyone?"

Clunk nods to Kerl.

Kerl grins at Clunk.

Kerl says, "I think Clunk has the right idea."

Kerl says, "Well, they are rarely seen these days, but are basically a critter with the head, wings, and forelegs of an eagle, but the body, hind legs, and tail of a lion. If you look closely at the emblem of the "Silver Gryphon's" you'll see what I'm speaking of, as it is the same... though pronounced a tad differently."

Kerl says, "The only place that I am aware of where they can be seen in these times is in the ruins of Ta'Faendryl. They are without doubt fearsome beasts."

Kerl says, "The Griffin sword gets its name because the great craftsman that labored so hard in it's creation, crafted it in part with the image of such a terrific beast to indicate the great power held within it."

Kerl says, "Anyway, back to the story the prophet told us:"

Kerl says, "The Griffin sword was a great and wonderous sword and was made of the finest materials."

Kerl says, "The Pommel was crafted of the finest Sapphire in the lands. It was set into a platinum set of claws in the shape of Griffin talons. It was gilded with many rubies, diamonds, and sapphires, and polished so that it gleamed like the dawn."

Kerl says, "The Hilt was constructed from red veined alabaster. It was carved and polished to perfection. Platinum and gold braids were inlaid in the grips and ruby encrusted platinum rings crowned and booted the hilt. It is said that the hilt never grows cold nor hot, and that the grip shifts to fit any hand comfortably."

Kerl says, "Of the blade less is known. The records were spotty back then and completely lost at the time, but it is known that materials came from Teras Isle whom they had contact with back then, and that the dwarves from Teras forged the sword with a special folding style."

Kerl says, "Note that long after hearing the prophet's words, once the blade was discovered, it was clearly made of veil iron."

Kerl says, "The capping of its elegance were the Quillons. They were crafted of fine gold and gilded with platinum, rubies and diamonds. The quillons were carved into the shape of Griffin wings that spread elegantly from hilt to blade. The connecting ring that sits upon the hilt and tang was carved into a Griffin head on both sides,and the eyes were beautiful emeralds."

Kerl says, "The blade was said to glow like a flame in the sunlight, a moonbeam at night, and a beacon on dark stormy days."

Kerl says, "After the blade was completed the greatest magicians of the time were called upon to enchant the blade, which they did. But wizards can be a secretive lot, and whatever they did, well that secret went to the grave with them."

Kerl says, "Finally when the sword was done it was presented to a great warrior-priest named Lord Morfell Destrieder."

Kerl says, "They performed a ceremony that took many days in the temple of Lorminstra. Lorminstra was pleased by the effort and it is said that Lorminstra spoke to Morfell that day and personally blessed the sword."

Kerl says, "Morfell was a lucky man... though the kind of luck that was bestowed upon him you shall soon see."

Kerl says, "Well, as often happens when people aquire something of such great power they become corrupted. Morfell decided to align with the dark gods and thus he performed a secret dark ritual, and offered his new blade to the gods of V'Tull, Mularos, Sheru, and Luukos."

Kerl mutters under his breath.

Kerl says, "Now those four are of the pantheon of Lornan and dark as soot and not to be messed with by the light hearted, or good of heart for that matter. Kindness and good deeds are not in their vocabulary. Their's is an evil, twisted logic."

Kerl says, "Still, they should be respected... just as one is wise to respect the teeth of snarling dog."

Kerl nods.

Kerl says, "V'tull, is the dark god of warfare and domination. His weapon is simply named, "The Slayer."

Kerl says, "Sheru, is the bringer of night and nightmares....often at odds with Ronan."

Kerl says, "Mularos, the god of love and pain. He is masochistic and twisted."

Kerl says, "Luukos, is known simply as the god of Death, "The Soul-taker", sworn enemy of Lorminstra."

Kerl says, "So you can see the kind of company Morfell had taken up with for reasons we will never know."

Kerl says, "That night the storms rose. Lightning and thunder and winds not seen since covered the lands, and the next day the sun failed to rise in the sky. The sword was split asunder and its 4 pieces were scattered about the realms. It is said that it was the rage of Lorminstra herself that shattered the sword."

Kerl frowns.

Kerl says, "Thus ended the ancient history of the Griffin Sword, and begins the story of what was at the time of the prophet's words present day Elanthia."

Kerl says, "The prophet went on to say that Lorminstra in her infinite wisdom, had decided that it was time for the sword to be reforged after many eons had past."

Kerl smiles with a look of longing upon his face.

Kerl says, "But as evil often does, it caught wind of the plan, and each of the four dark gods had sought out and taken control of a piece of the sword."

Kerl says, "They had devised a devious plan, to destroy her temple, the one in Wehnimer's Landing. If they could desecrate her temple, while using a piece of the sword which contained her power, it would be permanently fouled."

Kerl's face turns slightly pale.

Kerl exclaims, "The prophet then told us that we should expect invading forces from the god V'Tull first, and that it was imperative that we defend the town and the temple!"

Kerl says, "If we were successfull in our defense, we would likely be invaded by the forces of the other gods, Mularos, Sheru, and Luukos, so our task was grim indeed."

Kerl says, "Each of the leaders of the forces of the dark gods would carry a piece of the sword with which to defile the temple, and such would be their goal."

Kerl exclaims, "Success on their part would mean the desecration of the temple for all time, and the total destruction of our town!"

Kerl says, "And thus as the prophet finished speaking, the stage was set for a defense during which hundreds nae thousands would perish and untold relics and heirlooms would be lost for all time."

Geoff says, "Oh aye.. I 'ad the grreat misfortune tae be the first tae meet the Mouth o' V'Tull"

Kerl smiles at Geoff.

(Kerl bows his head in remembrance of friends long since lost who gave their all in the din battle.)

Kerl says, "As you can imagine, there was chaos in the aftermath of the prophets words. Many spoke out in defense of their dark gods, though curiously they grew silent as the day of battle drew near. There were moments of bitterness amongst the factions, but in the end most folks stood to defend their town."

Kerl says, "We face much the same situation today. Over time, in the aftermath of the first Griffin Sword wars the memories have faded. The weak of heart and the black of heart have been drawn back to worship the dark gods, and again they cry foul! How could it be the fault of their own gods? Impossible they say."

Kerl sighs.

Kerl says, "Trust me, they are either trying to deceive you, or they are ignorant of the beliefs they profess to hold themselves."

Kerl smiles softly

Arwen smiles at Kerl.

Kerl says, "In either case, back to the story at hand..."

Kerl says, "We prepared as best we could. Swords were sharpened and provisions stored and made ready."

Kerl says, "Fathers passed forward heirlooms of war that had long been stored in secret, or hung above the mantle never intended for use again, tears welling in their eyes as they did so."

Kerl says, "Mothers said goodby to their sons and daughters as they went to their positions to guard the gates or scout for the invaders... many for the last time."

Kerl says, "And then, it started, some nine days after the prophet spoke, the forces of V'Tull arrived in force."

Kerl asks, "Any questions up to this point, before I continue?"

Arwen touches one finger to her lips.

Sherysse raises her hand.

Kerl leans on his waraxe.

Kerl asks, "Sherysse?"

Kerl says, "and please, raise your hands"

Sherysse asks, "Was Ulstram the prophet that came before?"

Kerl says, "He doesn't look quite the same to me. I don't think so"

Ulstram shakes his head.

Sherysse blushes a lovely shade of bright pink.

Sherysse nods.

Kerl whistles tunelessly to himself.

Songowl raises his hand.

Kerl asks, "Clunk, were you next?"

Clunk nods.

Kerl says, "go ahead then"

Kerl nods to Clunk.

Uthenegal raises his hand.

Clunk says, "I rekelcts when prophet came, but ... I reklects sumpin else too mebbe"

Clunk says, "seem like same"

Clunk says, "I rekelects prophet tellin us all we gotta search out the pieces"

Kerl smiles at Clunk.

Clunk says, "and then she got em and done sumpin with em"

Kerl says, "not quite, that was a different issue all together"

Clunk says, "reas'n I reklects is I was with group find'd one piece"

Clunk says, "and twas a prophet came got the piece after we find'd"

Kerl says, "well I'm certain it's not the same. In fact I believe I know some of the details of that. It was a bit of a side story I would say."

Kerl says, "perhaps good for another time."

Clunk nods to Kerl.

Clunk scratches his head.

Kerl smiles at Clunk.

Clunk says, "time be gittin me messed up, reckin"

Clunk checks his footing.

Kerl says, "Uthenegal. I'll take your question and then we'll move on."

Uthenegal asks, "What of those that are neither good nor evil at heart...Who should they fight for in this up coming war?"

Uthenegal raises an eyebrow in Kerl's direction.

Nanna asks, "How did the dark god pieces parts get the pieces parts of the sword if ya had to find them first?"

Nanna peers quizzically at Clunk.

Clunk blinks.

Kerl says, "I'm only hear to tell a tale. It is not for me to decide what lies in the hearts of folks."

Uthenegal grins coldly, his eyes reflecting no emotion.

Uthenegal nods.

Geoff says, "in the end.. ye fight frae those wha be yer kin or comrades"

Kerl says, "Songowl.. I think I missed your question. Go ahead."

Songowl chuckles.

Songowl nods.

Songowl asks, "*why* was the blade crafted to begin with, again?"

Songowl cocks his head at Kerl.

Songowl leans forward.

Kerl smiles at Songowl.

Kerl says, "you know, it was a blade of great power. But I don't believe any of us here know all of it's powers."

Kerl says, "But that... is part of the story. I don't want to give you all the details before their time"

Kerl winks.

Songowl says, "I'd hazard some do.. some maybe present"

Songowl nods.

Songowl nods to Kerl.

Ulstram smiles knowingly.

Kerl says, "ok, onward we go..."

Kerl says, "First came diseased creatures of all types, Plague Rats, Feral Cats, and Plague Worms, all carrying deadly disease, but they were fended off with minimal casualties."

Kerl says, "Then, just as we were congratulating ourselves on a job well done, a ripple was felt in the essence, and much of the magic defenses folks had thrown upon themselves and others fadded away. We were vulnerable, and the enemy wasted no time."

Kerl says, "The Plague Worms attacked in force, bringing War Hounds and V'Tullian Soldiers with them, but again we fended them off."

Kerl says, "The ebb and flow of the battle continued, and just when we thought there was a lull in the action, drumbeats began and war cries could be heard all about. Before we knew it, we were under seige by soldiers, mercenaries, barbarians, and V'Tullian marauders. Still, the battle was ours."

Kerl says, "The pounding war drums faded a bit... but in the shadows we could hear the rhythmic footfalls of hundreds of invaders seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. The war drums then beat a thunderous staccato crash and all about us the battle was everywhere."

Kerl says, "Above us we could see a glow, illuminating a scene playing out in the heavens above, dark shapes locked in combat with luminous beings, mirroring the battle on the ground below."

Kerl says, "For a moment, the battle turned against us, as ferocious V'Tullian warrior's, marauders, and myrmidon's attacked. But when the dust cleared, we had defeated them as well, though our casualties were many."

Kerl says, "The worst was yet to come however as the V'Tullian Elders arrived."

Kerl smiles as gets a wide-eyed look upon his face and you almost feel you're there for a moment...

Kerl recites:

"[Upper Trollfang] Winding through a narrow canyon, the road seems oddly out of place. It is a small touch of civilization in a very wild tract of land. You also see a hill troll, a V'Tullian elder, a black shield, a broad red scimitar, a red scimitar, some black armor, a V'Tullian warrior which appears dead, a red scimitar, and some black armor. Also here: Lady Elfarran who is lying down, Lady Lopina who is lying down, Lady Bysshe who is lying down, Lady Grass who is lying down, Lady Maeve who is lying down, Lady Ellizza who is lying down, Johannes who is lying down, Lord Lorac, Lord Kilan who is lying down, Lord Seiv, Lord Standex, Argovian who is lying down, Dreslav who is lying down, Shadown who is lying down, Tomalok who is lying down, Lord Mithadris who is lying down, Lord Giantsheild who is lying down, Dawnskye who is lying down, Lord Kerl who is lying down, the body of Faled who is lying down"

Kerl's face turns slightly pale.

Geoff says, "was there.."

Kerl says, "The elder was a cunning craftsman of war, and had imediately slept most of his foes, and was quietly preparing to finish us off. Lucky for us, Mithadris arrived before he could complete his task."

Kerl smiles as he twirls his axe in a blur and you can almost see the battle yourself!...

Kerl recites:

"Mithadris hurls a powerful lightning bolt at a V'Tullian elder,

AS: +347 vs DS: +270 with AvD: +33 + d100 roll: +95 = +205

... and hits for 128 points of damage!

Horrifying bolt of electricity crystallizes abdominal area.

Spiffy but unfortunately also quite deadly.

The V'Tullian elder falls to the ground and dies"

Kerl says, "But the battle raged on in the heavens above. The dark shapes seemed to have increased in their numbers, and the luminous beings seemed sorely pressed. Heat and ash surrounded us causing us to gasp for breath as sweat trickled down our faces."

Kerl says, "The war drums beat louder and all around us cries for help mingled with shouts of rage as we tried to anticipate what might come next."

Kerl exclaims, "Then, as all seemed lost, thoughts could be heard in our heads...Ragni and Gillaume were locked in a battle of epic proportions against the Mouth of V'Tull somewhere in the Lyserian hills!"

Kerl says, "True to the faith we had in them, Ragni defeated the Mouth of V'Tull, a beast of horrific proportions. The drums wavered, and then stopped, the ashes cleared and the battle in the heavens was over. The pommel had been recovered, and Ragni gave it to Gillaume for safe keeping."

Kerl wipes the sweat from his brow.

Kerl says, "one down, three to go"

Kerl asks, "any questions at this point?"

Kerl smiles nervously

Kerl asks, "Bristenn, what can I answer for you?"

Bristenn asks, "What did Ragni and Gilliaume look like..?"

Kerl rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Kerl says, "oof, you ask a difficult question"

Kerl nods to Bristenn.

Kerl says, "Ragni I don't remember much of. Geoff or Gremlynn here might know better, but Gillaume was a large fellow. A cleric. Who could swing a blade as well as any cleric I have ever seen."

Gremlynn says, "aye he was"

Gremlynn says, "a handsome and gentle man as well"

Kerl asks, "Clunk, you had a question?"

Gremlynn says, "i havent seen him in years nor ragni"

Geoff says, "oh aye.. in the auld days.. we ca'd 'im the Pope"

Kerl nods to Geoff.

Kerl says, "I believe the Sheruvians sent dogs at us."

Kerl says, "could hae been those."

Kerl asks, "anymore, or shall I continue?"

Junis asks, "Curious on a point in the story Kerl, was the prophet not around during the battle? And if he was, why was the piece not given to him immediately?"

Kerl smiles at Junis.

Kerl says, "that's a very thoughtful question, and one quite pertinent to today."

Kerl asks, "I'll speak on that a little, but let me just say, what about a prophet would make him or her the right person to act as a porter?"

Kerl says, "a Prophet, as Ulstram will likely agree is not all knowing, or all powerful."

Ulstram nods to Kerl.

Kerl says, "undoubtedly they have other tasks, and some tasks are meant for other folks."

Kerl says, "Kcutter? Last question and we'll move on."

Kcutter says, "Might they be better able to handle the power that could corrupt? Or at least thought so."

Kcutter says, "meaning the prophet of course"

Kerl says, "I don't know the answer to that question Kcutter. It's one that could probably be long debated."

Kerl smiles at Clunk.

Clunk shows Kerl his veil iron flake.

Kerl says, "lets talk about that little flake when we're done."

Kerl grins at Clunk.

Clunk just opened an Eonak tapestry pouch.

Clunk put a tiny veil iron flake in his tapestry pouch.

Kerl says, "interesting little bit"

Kerl nods.

Clunk just closed an Eonak tapestry pouch.

Kerl says, "alright... onward"

Kerl says, "In the wake of the invasion, we had a brief time to shore up our defenses, but during that time the dark gods were not idle. A black stone had been secretly placed in front of Lorminstra's temple, and it was interfering with the prophet's ability to communicate with the goddess. Some said it was a beacon to the enemy."

Kerl says, "After much consternation, someone figured out that the stone could be moved by calling in the winds and thus it was moved away from the temple for a time, and the Prophet spoke again, though the stone did find it's way back somehow."

Kerl exclaims, "The next invasion would be that of the minions of Sheru he said and we cringed at the thought. The prophet explained that this next invasion would be even worse, and each consecutive one even more so should we be able to hold out!"

Kerl says, "Again we prepared for battle. The gates were fortified, and many souls stood there in our defense."

Kerl says, "We were more familiar with the minions of Sheru back then, though in those days most of us could have been killed in a heartbeat by a sheruvian harbinger for example. Fear hung in the air like a dense fog."

Kerl says, "It was a brisk fall evening, and as the fading sun set and our breath turned to frost on the wind, the drums of war could be heard again."

Kerl says, "Gradually they built up in intensity, filling the cold air until Sheru's minions arrived by the hundreds."

Kerl says, "Much the same as V'Tull, Sheru sent forth feral dogs, cats, and poisonous worms, but he wasted little time ratcheting up his attack."

Kerl says, "As the drums of war beat into a furious frenzy Sheru sent in his Harbingers riding upon their nightmare steeds. Those of you who have fought them know that they are cruel murderers who relish the slow death of their oponents, first binding and silencing before dealing the death blow. Many were killed."

Kerl says, "In addition came the Tormentors and other vile creatures, though I think I spent most of the invasion lying in a pool of blood, so I didn't see much of the action myself this time. Lucky for me, the local empaths and clerics were their usual organized and kind hearted selves and I lived to see battle another day."

Geoff says, "oh aye.. 'ow e'er.. the bindin' 'nd silencin' waurks baith ways"

Kerl says, "One of the worst moments of the battle was when one of the local clerics who was a follower of Sheru created a sanctuary at the north gate. Bedlam ensued as the Sheruvian's attacked with vicious delight, while we were unable to defend while the sanctuary was cast. The wounded had congregated there and thus were easy prey in this cruel twist of fate."

Kerl says, "In the end however, we prevailed and the hilt of the sword was recovered, by Shardik I believe."

Kerl wipes the sweat from his brow.

Kerl says, "One thing I'd like to mention is that at this point evil and dissension began to be felt amongst our elders and some of them bickered and bantered in an effort to wrest control of the pieces. This is one of the reasons it is hard to remember who it was that recovered each piece, as some of them changed hands."

Kerl says, "Then as now, there was no shortage of those with a strong thirst for the power that the Griffin Sword reforged might lend to the wielder."

Kerl says, "This is not to say however that the pieces changed hands purely for ill gotten gain. For just as there were those who wanted the sword for it's power, there were also those who wanted to be sure the pieces ended up in the most capable hands, and also hidden from the enemy. So who had what piece was often a matter of speculation, and who should have it was a matter of fierce debate."

Kerl says, "After the recent re-recovery of the hilt, we are already starting to see the same. Siwas an admitted follower of Mularos, recovered it from a fisure on Teras. There is much debate and consternation as to what her heart might lead her to do. One can imagine the pressure she is under. We can only pray that the path of light might be revealed to her and that she would then choose to follow it."

Nanna says, "Or like in Thalior's case, wanted to kill Lorminstra, and succeeded in defiling the altar in fact."

Nanna begins chuckling at Kerl.

Kerl asks, "After all, if we force her hand, would that not leave a taint on the hilt itself?"

Kerl says, "Whatever the case may be, I believe that the hilt was recovered in the old days by Shardik, as he was the one who had it during the purification process, which I will speak of later."

Kerl asks, "any more questions at this point?"

Kerl says, "if not, we'll move on. I don't want to bore you all to death"

Kerl says, "Hhooru, we'll take yours and move on"

Hhooru asks, "Who should have that last piece?"

Kerl says, "not the subject of the evening I'm afraid... and one that could long be debated"

Kerl says, "something to ponder, but as I said. It is not for me to decide."

Hhooru ponders.

Hhooru nods to Kerl.

Kerl says, "ok, we move onward... and please remain quiet if you can"

Kerl touches one finger to his lips.

Kerl says, "Again the prophet came to us and spoke, appearing much weaker as time passed. It was clear that the defense was taking it's toll on him, and Lorminstra as well."

Kerl says, "The prophet explained that the forces of Mularos would attack next, and we set about preparing at once."

Kerl says, "Some days later, as we sat waiting nervously at our posts, the drum beats began anew."

Kerl says, "The invasion of Mularos' minions began much the same as the other two. Feral dogs, and diseased cats lead off the attack. It quickly escalated as the Mularos' minions followed the drum beats."

Kerl says, "Shouts filled with blood-lust came from all around us as the servants of Mularos follow the pounding of the drums."

Kerl says, "Black pumas, slime worms and Mularosian scouts followed, and the battle was intense. Where we had previously fought off the invaders without horrid losses, the Mularosians were a force to be dealt with. They continued their attack non-stop with rarely a pause."

Kerl says, "The frantic shouts of the servants of Mularos screamed for our blood as they battled fanatically onward to the relentless pounding of the drums."

Kerl says, "By this time they had added dissipators, slave-warriors, punishers, and dominators to their ranks. All fearsom beasts each with their own way of striking terror in the hearts of their foes."

Kerl says, "We had gotten much more organized however, and great war parties went out in search of the enemy led by some of our greatest battle-hardened veterans, and thus casualties were kept low where the war parties were able to assemble. But again, they were severe where two or three were cought alone on the battle field, often where the enemies were first sighted."

Kerl says, "We were also fortunate to have Spike the war rat on our side! Those of you who have met Spike know that he is a formidable beast, though quite friendly... and with a big appetite. He was a big help to us."

Kerl says, "But our foe was formidable, and each time they struck one of us down they would wail at the smell of fresh blood."

Gremlynn says, "i havent thought a bout spike for a long time"

Kerl says, "They found their way into our safe havens, as Punishers infiltrated Hearthstone Manor slaying many. Again the casualties mounted as most who were there had sought refuge from the battle, not to be a part of it."

Kerl smiles as he twirls his waraxe in a blur and for a moment you can almost see the battle field...

Kerl recites:

"The sounds of battle echo in your mind.....



A Mularosian punisher swings a golden flail at Laurice!

AS: +255 vs DS: +198 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +58 = +159

... and hits for 50 points of damage! Hard blow breaks the femur!

Laurice screams and falls to the ground grasping her mangled left leg!

* Laurice just bit the dust!

* Laurice drops dead at your feet!

The punisher wails at the smell of fresh blood!"

Kerl says, "But in the end our heros came to our defense and the battle would be ours."

Kerl smiles as he spins his waraxe deftly and again in the blur your mind pictures just how it must have been...

Kerl recites:

"The sounds of battle echo in your mind.....



Berr swings a monstrous grey krodera greatsword at a Mularosian punisher!

AS: +404 vs DS: +125 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +21 = +342

... and hits for 145 points of damage!

Off-balanced slash!

Enough force to sever the Mularosian punisher's right hand! Amazing!

The Mularosian punisher falls to the ground motionless."

Kerl grins.

Kerl says, "Again and again the Mularosian's attacked, Dominators, Flayers, and eventually the elders and our war parties did quite well against them."

Kerl says, "One particular party was holed up in the Krol village in the Lyserian Hills and was led by Thalior. They handled the enemy quite well, but at one point things had turned in the enemies favor and Thalior cast an implosion. Since the battle had ragged on for a while the field was strewn with the debri, and the spell was particularly effective."

Kerl smiles as he twirls his waraxe deftly and in the blur you could swear you saw the battle the way it really was!...

Kerl recites:

"The sounds of battle echo in your mind.....



Thalior gestures.

Thalior casts into the air above his head and a rip appears in the sky!

The fissure begins to feed on the air around you!

Some acantha leaf is sucked into the void striking a Mularosian flayer along the way!

... 35 points of damage!

Tremendous blow crushes skull like a ripe melon.

The Mularosian flayer screams one last time and lies still."

Kerl says, "Every enemy on the field was killed, and when he was done he simply explained, "now THATS killin'."

Kerl says, "But the battle raged on and the enemy was relentless and cunning as well. While we had sent out our war parties led by our best to meet them on the battle field, they had snuck into town and had ambushed what few of our number we had spared to guard the temple."

(Kerl gets a wide eyed look on his face)

Kerl says, "If the temple is defiled all would be lost!""

Kerl says, "We fell back in defense of the town, and found a Mularosian elder steping over the dead body of Ragni on his way to the temple and exclaiming, "Ragni, you killed the mouth"! It had taken it's revenge and was preparing the way to the temple for its own leader, The Master of Pain."

Kerl's face turns slightly pale.

Kerl says, "He came through the North gate as on a whirlwind, accompanied by two of his elders, slaying most in their path.. but with one purpose in mind and not stopping long to delay."

> * Aielia Nuvuor joins the adventure.

Kerl exclaims, "Cries of fear rang through our heads, "The Master of Pain is here!, the Master of Pain!"

Kerl says, "But in the end we were victorious, Thalior again saved the day, killing the Master of Pain with a dark catalyst before it could enter the temple. Celtic picked up the pouch it was carrying and quickly gave it to Thalior. It contained the quillions from the Griffin Sword. They were recovered and the invasion was over."

Kerl exclaims, "and at that, the refrain in our heads changed to "Thalior IS the master of pain!"

Kerl wipes the sweat from his brow.

Kerl asks, "three down, one to go. Any questions at this point?"

Kerl asks, "Clunk, the inquisitor.... what say you?"

Clunk asks, "think Aanalar at west gate is why pain master went north?"

Kerl grins at Clunk.

Clunk peers quizzically at Kerl.

Kerl chuckles.

Kerl says, "I doubt it, but who can say"

Kerl asks, "Isselie?"

Isselie asks, "Was it simply a creature called the master of pain, or the god in the flesh?"

Kerl says, "it was one of Mularos' servants, not Mularos himself. If it had been... I don't dare imagine the result."

Kerl touches one finger to his lips.

Kerl asks, "any other questions before I move on?"

Kerl says, "not statements... questions"

Kerl says, "if you have statements... feel free to share them with Byron upstairs."

Kerl leans on his waraxe.

Kerl says, "I prefer to leave the forum open... ok, lets move onward."

Kerl says, "on to the Luukosians."

(Kerl gets a solemn look on his face as his lips turn down at the corners to form a creased frown.)

Kerl says, "Again we were at our posts, for the prophet had told us when to expect the invaders. We waited and waited pacing to and fro, until the sun clouded over with a blood red and we knew the battle was at hand."

Kerl says, "The drums echoed with a dull thumping carried on the wind, softly, growing deeper... but still we waited armed to the teeth and ready for whatever Luukos had waiting for us."

Kerl says, "Steadily the dull thumping grew louder, as if the distance between the source and ourselves was becoming shorter until finally they attacked."

Kerl says, "They wasted little time, coming first with what was now the accustomed feral dogs, and worms of some sort, but along with them came horrible giant snakes that could crush a skull within their jaws and if that weren't enough they were deathly poisonous."

Kerl says, "Again, Spike the war rat came to our aid, though this time he would fall at the hands of one of our own in a tragic accident of war."

Kerl sighs.

(Kerl stands in silence for a moment)

Kerl says, "The snakes came in droves, along with scouts, dissipators, and warlocks and we fought them off in a particularly nasty battle near the Abandon Inn."

Kerl says, "One of the more vile beasts Luukos sent at us was a Luukosian vortece that would pull at you, peeling the defensive spells right off of you if you failed to ward it's magic."

Kerl says, "Luukosian dark wraiths joined our enemies and the battle intensified as the drums beat into a wild frenzy."

Kerl says, "I was holed up with a group up in Danjirland where the Titans once roamed, and we did our best to hold our own. Among our number were, Ylena, Ari, Thrudh, Zyanna, Amaltea, Gaq, Khyle, Freth, Hemperous, Lynmun, and a half dozen others."

Kerl smiles as he deftly spins his axe around and in a blink you visualize what it must have been like...

Kerl recites:

"The sounds of battle echo in your mind.....



Kerl swings a black vultite broadsword at a Luukosian dissipator!

AS: +222 vs DS: +170 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +97 = +185

... and hits for 73 points of damage!

Wild upward slash removes the Luukosian dissipator's face from its skull!

Interesting way to die.

The Luukosian dissipator falls to the ground and lies still."

Kerl exclaims, "We did ok, until the reptilian soldiers and lizard-warriors came. The lizard-warriors in particular were nasty. They were covered with bony protrusions as hard as granite and weapons often bounced off them and fell to the ground, only to be wielded against us!"

Kerl says, "From all around us, shouts rang in our ears, "Kill the infidels! Luukos be praised, we fight for you!""

Kerl says, "It was then that our group floundered and we took heavy casualties.. myself included..."

Kerl smiles as he spins his waraxe and you blink twice as you swear you just saw the action as it once was...

Kerl recites:

"The sounds of battle echo in your mind.....



A Luukosian lizard-warrior swings a heavy bronze dual-bladed axe at Kerl!

AS: +245 vs DS: +197 with AvD: +38 + d100 roll: +98 = +184

... and hits for 88 points of damage!

Crushing blow to the spine!

Kerl slumps to the ground.

* Kerl just bit the dust!

* Kerl drops dead at your feet!"

(Kerl looks out into the crowd as your eyes clear and you realize he's still standing... but with a cold, clammy and much more humbled look upon his face.)

Kerl says, "If it hadn't been for the great warrior Myr who joined our numbers, likely everyone in our party would have perished."

Kerl says, "though I had fallen, the battle was far from over, in fact... it was just starting to heat up. The invasion of the Luukosians was horrific indeed, surpassing our wildest fears. I would yet taste the metal of my enemies three more times that evening, but we were all bound and determined to defend our town at all costs."

Kerl says, "Luukos sent more lizard-warriors, and then hurled his shamen, arch mages... and soul takers at us. But as we fell, we were rushed back to town and healed and resurrected and then jumped back into the frey."

Kerl exclaims, "The drums lessened their beating, and we could hear the footfalls of our enemies retreating into the darkness, only to begin anew with a renewed frenzy!"

Kerl says, "Sweat mixed with blood rolled down our brows as we struggled to hold our ground."

Kerl says, "I can still remember the hair on the back of my neck standing on end as a Luukosian high warlock rasped, "Kkkiiillllll...ttthhheee....Iiinnnfffiiidddeeellls... Luukos shall become supreme amongst the Dark Host!""

Kerl shudders.

Kerl says, "The high warlock was particularly vicious, casting meteor storm first, and immediately following with a cone of lightning, and then pinning everyone down to the ground who wasn't dead yet with an ewave. In one fell swoop he had killed fifty of our number."

Kerl says, "As if that weren't enough, Luukos sent in his emissary, the Keeper of Lies."

Kerl says, "The Keeper was defeated in what was undoubtedly a horrific battle. Myself, I didn't see it as I was lying face down somewhere in Upper Trollfang. I believe it was recovered by Challen."

Kerl says, "the blade that is"

Kerl gibbers incoherently.

Kerl says, "And thus ended the final battle and the blade of the Griffin Sword was recovered."

Kerl wipes the sweat from his brow.

Kerl says, "The tale has taken a bit out of me, excuse me while I sit for a bit."

Kerl sits down.

Ulstram smiles.

Kerl asks, "Now that all the parts of the Griffin Sword had been recovered Elanthia was safe, and the story was nearly over, yet the sword was still in pieces. It was clear that it must somehow be reassembled, but how?"

Kerl exclaims, "don't leave yet, not done yet!"

Kerl gibbers incoherently.

Kerl asks, "There was much debate about what to do with the sword once reassembled. Who should receive the honor of wielding the sword? What would be done with it? How would it be kept from falling into the wrong hands?"

Kerl asks, "Any questions before I continue with the purification and reassembly of the Sword?"

Kerl takes a drink from his Winterberry Ale.

Kerl asks, "Songowl?"

Songowl asks, "I like her question.. but I was going to ask, how was it decided that it SHOULD be re-assembled?"

Kerl rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Kerl asks, "I'm not certain of the answer to either of those questions. They are great questions. Perhaps destroying the sword would have lead to greater destruction?"

Kerl asks, "Sundaisy, you had a question?"

Kerl rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Kerl asks, "Sherysse?"

Geoff says, "evil wasna vanquished.. only gien ae minor set back.. mony o' us trowed the sword wad be used frae guid agin evil"

Sherysse asks, "the ones who held the pieces were of different faiths and beliefs, was it difficult to gather the pieces together to even consider reforging?"

Kerl nods to Sherysse.

Kerl says, "I'm certain it was"

Kerl says, "one can only imagine the bickering"

Sherysse says, "yes, just look at this room as example"

Kerl says, "the temptation to give in to undoubtedly huge sums of coin, or social... or societal pressure."

Kerl says, "you can let each other's blood when I'm done."

Kerl touches one finger to his lips.

Kerl says, "anyway..."

(Kerl leans on his waraxe as he stands)

Kerl says, "The answers to all of the questions about who should wield it or what should be done with it would be made clear with another visit by the prophet. Roughly a month after all of the pieces were found, he returned and summoned each who held a piece."

Kerl says, "I think he liked to inflict his own sort of pain"

Kerl winks at Chutnee.

Kerl says, "At this time, the group consisted of Shardik with the hilt, Gillaume with the pommel, Tedra who now held the quillions, and Challen with the blade."

Kerl says, "The prophet gathered the four, and recounted the story to date. The weapons construction, it's consecration by Lorminstra, through the eventual fall of Morfell Destrieder, until that day where they held the four pieces."

Kerl says, "They assembled in Lady Tedra's cabin, and there, the prophet would show them the way to purify the sword. He spoke of a way that he had traveled once, to a pool, "the pool of tears". They must go there, and put each piece in the pool to purify it."

Kerl says, "Each was to perform their task individually. They were required to defeat the guardian of the pool, and then place their piece in the pool, and then upon an altar where Lorminstra would again bless the piece."

Kerl says, "Would defeat mean a battle, a puzzle to solve? They would soon find out. Each was forbidden to speak of their task with the others, lest their resolve be tainted by weakness. They would each have to complete the task themselves."

Kerl says, "The legendary Corwin D'Amber, was chosen as scribe, and would observe the entire event, but was not allowed to interfere. A task which he performed faithfully, and to whom we owe this account of the purification."

Kerl says, "A thin veil of fog appeared in the cabin... the way to the pool."

Kerl says, "Shardik, the holder of the hilt, would go first through the fog."

Kerl says, "Upon passing through the fog, he came upon a lake, which was the pool of tears. It stretched out in front of him, and was surrounded by evergreen trees and blanketed in a thin fog. An altar of stone stood next to the lake, finely crafted and quite sturdy. As beautiful as it was, a profound sense of sorrow hung in the air of the place."

Kerl says, "The Guardian of the lake was also there."

Kerl says, "Rather than immediately springing to the attack, Shardik was wise and held his impulse to fight in check. Instead, he engaged in a dialogue with the guardian."

Kerl says, "The guardian asked, "who goes there, and for what purpose"? To which Shardik answered, "Shardik, D'Clanner, and I am here to sanctify this unholy blade, and serve Lorminstra as best I can."

Kerl asks, "And so a series of questions were asked of Shardik, by the guardian, who was judging his character and intentions in the process. Finally, the guardian asked, "Then what is this pool Shardik besides a body of holy water?"

Kerl says, "Shardik answered, "The tears of Lorminstra", which was the correct answer."

Kerl says, "And again the guardian asked a question, "and why does Lorminstra cry"? to which Shardik answered, "Probably due to the evil in the land, and the betrayal of those who betrayed her and sought her demise", which was not quite correct."

Kerl smiles.

Kerl says, "The guardian responded, "A wise answer, and close. This pool as you call it, which it once was, has grown into a small lake over eternity. Every time someone chooses a life of evil, or permanently dies before their time, she comes here to shed a tear."

Kerl says, "At this point, the guardian was satisfied that since Shardik had not attacked, his heart was in the right place, and that he had been sent to perform the purification task. The guardian instructed Shardik to proceed."

Kerl touches one finger to his lips.

Kerl says, "Shardik knelt, and placed the hilt into the Lake of Tears. It let out a sharp hiss and steam rose from it. Suddenly, a white glow surrounded the hilt and it seemed to seep into the it. Then the water was still."

Kerl says, "Shardik picked up the hilt, and placed it on the altar, and said a prayer to Lorminstra."

Kerl says, "For an instant the sense of sorrow left Shardik, and Corwin, and they felt kindness seep into their souls."

Kerl says, "now then..."

Kerl says, "As I said... for an instant the sense of sorrow left Shardik, and Corwin, and they felt kindness seep into their souls."

Kerl says, "Shardik's task was complete. It would now be the great cleric Gillaume's turn."

Kerl says, "Gillaume, while a great cleric, was never a man known for his patience. He could strike a blow like no other cleric I have ever seen. In this case, his choice would be to make a quick strike to take control of the situation."

Kerl says, "Gillaume walked into the area by the lake, and immediately cast the bind spell at the guardian. He failed miserably."

Kerl says, "While he frantically tried to spell himself up, the guardian struck with a spell that created a brilliant white fire. Gillaume was consumed by it, and dropped dead, his lifeless corpse slumping to the ground."

Kerl says, "Corwin let out a sigh, and asked if he could be permitted to take Gillaume back to his realm. The guardian agreed and Corwin picked up Gillaume's bastardsword and dragged his corpse through the fog back to the cabin."

Kerl says, "So that's why they call him the guardian", he muttered in a ghostly voice, once back at the cabin."

Kerl says, "It was now Tedra's turn. She turned and gave her husband a kiss, and stepped through the fog."

Kerl says, "Now Tedra, (speaking of elders who strike a mean blow), felt that the correct approach was the direct, yet civil approach. She simply asked the guardian, "will you let me pass?."

Kerl says, "Again a series of questions ensued. "A pool? I guard many things, there is no pool here", "ahh, the lake", "you think your cause is righteous?" and so on... until the last question..."

Kerl says, "The guardian asked, "why is the lake filled with the ladies tears Tedra? To which she responded, "for the sorrow of all the souls she has not been able to save, I would imagine. For those who die bravely. For all those of good faith who have perished."

Kerl says, "The guardian responded, "she sheds a single tear, for those who choose a life of evil, and for those who have perished before their time. That is why it is a lake and no longer a pool, many eons have I served her, and watched this pool grow."

Kerl says, "The guardian then said, "Tedra, you came seeking knowledge of how to perform your task, very good, you were wise and choose not to attack, very good, and you have chosen the proper path in life, you may proceed."

Kerl says, "And at that, Tedra took the quillians and placed them in the lake and again they hissed sharply, then fell quiet as a white glow surrounded them and soaked into them to the core. They were purified, and she placed them on the altar."

Kerl says, "She prayed to Lorminstra, and her task was complete."

Kerl says, "Finally, it was Challen's turn. With two successes, and one failure, Challen's actions could determine what the final outcome would be. He entered the fog and stepped out by the lake."

Kerl says, "Hello guardian," Challen said. To which the guardian responded, "hello Challen, why are you here?" Challen answered with a grin, "to defeat you."

Kerl says, "And thus began the second such assault on the guardian. Challen, however, was not being the direct frontal assault type such as Gillaume. He lept from hiding to swing at the guardian."

Kerl smiles and spins his waraxe and you blink twice as you swear you just saw the action as it once was...

Kerl recites:

"Challen leaps from hiding to attack!

Challen swings a gray eog dagger at the Guardian!

AS: +383 vs DS: +300 with AvD: +21 + d100 roll: +9 = +113

... and hits for 9 points of damage!

Torn muscle in the Guardian's left leg!"

Kerl says, "The guardian was vulnerable... yet hardly fazed. "Hide shall you?" it said as it prepped a spell. Challen attacked again..."

Kerl smiles as he spins his waraxe and you blink twice as you swear you just saw the action as it once was...

Kerl recites:

"Challen leaps from hiding to attack!

Challen swings a gray eog dag at the Guardian!

AS: +383 vs DS: +300 with AvD: +21 + d100 roll: +28 = +132

... and hits for 46 points of damage!

Powerful slash!

The Guardian's left leg is severed at the knee!

The Guardian screams and falls to the ground grasping his mangled left leg!"

Kerl says, "While this may have seemed a success, the guardian was powerful beyond Challen's skill. It was not phased by the loss of it's leg. It cast a dark catalyst at Challen, who promptly exploded into a pile of pieces... some burnt, some frozen.... but all dead."

Kerl says, "You were not nice Challen" was all the guardian had to say."

Kerl says, "Corwin picked up Challen's shield and dag, and since he was unable to drag him through the fog, walked through himself."

Kerl says, "Gillaume was allowed to return to the lake, and resurrect Challen."

Kerl says, "Gillaume recited the following and raised Challen's fallen corpse..."

Kerl recites:

"Thou hast come unto the Hall of Waiting

Yet Lorminstra has not bid ye enter

Return to the land of the living..

And bide thy time until thou art summoned."

Kerl says, "After being unstunned by Corwin, Challen was politely asked by the guardian to leave."

Kerl says, "Now Gillaume was back by the lake, and saw this as a chance to redeem himself. He pleeded with the guardian, "you are mightier than I, and I beg your indulgence to complete the task Lorminstra has set for me"."

Kerl says, "At this, the guardian again started in on a series of questions, asking him about his devotion to Lorminstra, and why he had not yet learned that violence should not be the first choice. In the end, the guardian allowed Gillaume to proceed and put the pommel in the lake."

Kerl says, "After the purification, the guardian asked, "one last thing Gillaume, what is this lake?" to which Gillaume responded, "the tears of Lorminstra", which was correct. The guardian proceeded to again explain that a single tear was shed for each person who had chosen the path of darkness, or had fallen before his time."

Kerl says, "By the grace of Lorminstra, Gillaume's task was finished, and a sense of harmony and inner peace entered their souls."

Kerl asks, "Now, there still remained the task of Challen. What was to happen to the rogue who had severed the leg of the guardian?"

Kerl says, "Well the guardian was a very forgiving guardian, and allowed Challen to enter again and attempt to succeed where he had previously failed. "ready for another round?" it asked."

Kerl says, "Challen declined, and apologized for his earlier misguided approach, and for the guardian's missing leg. Instead of choosing a fight, Challen brought out the blade, and asked that he be allowed to purify it and pray to Lorminstra."

Kerl says, "Again, the guardian posed his series of questions, and Challen answered correctly and was allowed to purify the blade. And again the blade hissed at it was placed in the lake and then fell still as the white glow seeped into it"

Kerl says, "Peace and harmony was felt by Corwin and Challen, and it was clear that all was done."

Kerl says, "At this, the guardian asked Corwin if he would be the official chronicler of these events, to which Corwin agreed. It is only recently that Corwin's chronicles have been recovered from places long dark... which is why I am able to tell you this portion of the story now. Thank you Corwin."

Kerl smiles.

Kerl says, "Now, you would think that this tale is done, but it is not quite. The sword has not yet been reassembled, and the prophet informs all present that a gem that holds the power of the sword must now be found. It is known as "The Eye of Lorminstra"."

Kerl says, "After much searching, Corwin found the gem in Darkstone castle, and the group reassembled and waited for the prophet to return."

Kerl says, "After a time, the prophet arrived, carrying the black stone that had stood in front of the temple, as well as an enruned chest. The pieces were all placed in the chest along with the Eye of Lorminstra, as well as the black stone."

Kerl says, "At that, the prophet picked up the chest and left, stating that he would shortly be at the temple, and that all who should wish to be there should be summoned."

Kerl says, "After a moments time, the prophet arrived at the temple and said, "This day let it be know that Lorminstra was pleased. She has great thanks for all of you who helped to bring about this end."

Kerl says, "The heavens above shimmered briefly, though nary a moon could be seen, and the voice of Lorminstra echoed through the air, "My dear Lord Morfell, for eons you have served in my name to remove the blight upon your honor. You have at last redeemed yourself, Morfell. I grant now that your name and identity are restored.""

Kerl says, "At that, it was revealed that the prophet was none other than Lord Morfell Destrieder himself."

Kerl grins.

Kerl says, "Morfell promptly brought out the Griffin Sword, which was now reforged, and embedded in a white stone, and placed it there outside the temple for all to use to bless their weapons, and to further the release of the undead."

Uthenegal says, "It seems Morfell also learned from his mistakes."

Kerl says, "The sword was left as a testiment to those who fought in the protection of the town."

Kerl says, "Corwin and Calnar, another chronicler were each given a tome in which to record the events, and Corwin, and each that had faced the guardian were given a gold Lorminstra pin."

Kerl says, "Over eons Morfell had served Lorminstra and had come to know that much can be learned from one's mistakes. His final request was that each of the pin holders do their best to show the path of light to those who had chosen evil."

Kerl says, "In parting, Morfell said, "I have come to like the name of Prophet, so you may to continue to call me that, and fear not, in days ahead I shall return as needed..."

Kerl says, "And that, is the end of the story... or at least it WAS the end of the story. Thank you all very much for your patient listening."

Kerl smiles with a wink.

Kerl says, "thank you"

Kerl says, "If you have any final questions, I would be happy to answer what I can."

Kerl asks, "Shejala?"

Shejala asks, "I, well, I don't understand what the purpose of gathering the sword now is?"

Kerl says, "you may whisper your question if you don't wish to state it aloud"

Shejala asks, "To reforge it, or destroy it?"

Shejala asks, "Why not give each of them a piece of it themselves?"

Kerl asks, "why collect the pieces?"

Kerl says, "well I think I know the answer to that"

Shejala says, "Well, now, yes."

Kerl says, "the goal of the dark gods last time 'round was to taint the temple. They did not require the entire sword to do so."

Kerl says, "quiet please"

Aubery bows to Isselie.

Kerl says, "raise your hand if you have a question."

Kerl says, "if you're not addressing me, please be quiet or I shall have the law remove you"

Kerl smiles pleasantly

Kerl asks, "now, my dear... who was next?"

Kerl smiles at Arwen.

Arwen says, "questions - Kadesha, Esserae, Sherysse, Nofret, Junis"

Kerl says, "actually, I did have a question someone asked that had to leave quickly..."

Kerl asks, "the question was, why did Lord Thalior give his piece to Lady Tedra?"

Kerl says, "and it is an excellent question many of you are probably wondering."

Kerl says, "well Nanna, were I a prophet, perhaps I would be able to discern the answer to that question, but I am not."

Kerl says, "therefore I cannot"

Kerl says, "because it was a worthy question"

Kerl says, "not all questions are asked to be answered"

Nanna says, "Thalior put his piece on the altar, to destroy Lorminstra, and Wanton, or Tedra, I can't remeber who exactly now, stole it off."

Nanna says, "and refused to return it to him"

Nanna says, "But nothing happened "

Kerl says, "well, if that is the case, I can't say that I blame them"

Nanna says, "Lorminstra wasn't destoryed"

Nanna chuckles.

Kerl says, "but I can't say that I know... and I'm not sure I trust one who laughs like the Jackal"

Kerl takes a drink from his Winterberry Ale.

Kerl says, "Kadesha, I'm sorry I made you wait"

Kadesha says, "'I wish to know how the sword came to again, or still be tainted, after hearing this tale it leaves me a bit puzzled"

Kerl rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Kadesha asks, "maybe if you do not know, Ulstram might?"

Kerl says, "I believe I do know the answer to that question."

Kerl says, "though I could be incorrect"

Kerl asks, "how many of you were there when the sword was recently torn assunder?"

Kerl says, "raise your hand"

Atoyoz raises her hand.

Morgiest raises his hand.

Kcutter raises his hand.

Perigourd raises his hand.

Arimantis raises his hand.

Sherysse says, "I was here"

Arwen raises her hand.

Ulstram raises his hand with an impish grin.

Zosopage raises his hand.

Kerl nods to Ulstram.

Kerl asks, "was it not a terrible battle of wills?"

Kerl says, "it is my belief that the sword was tainted when it was torn to pieces in the hands of the dark one."

Nofret says, "No, I think it was stated before the Rending that the sword was tainted."

Ulstram smiles knowingly.

Kerl says, "well, then I can't say that I know the answer then."

Nanna asks, "Why would you do that Ulstram?"

Nanna peers quizzically at Ulstram.

Ulstram says softly, "Simple answer, really, I did not."

Kerl asks, "perhaps there was some error in the reforging? A drop of Mularosian blood? Hair of a Sheruvian?"

Kerl takes a drink from his Winterberry Ale.

Kerl says, "perhaps that's a question for Ulstram to answer in due time"

Nofret says, "Imperfectly purified, perhaps. Two of the people who brought pieces to be purified initially tried to attack the guardian. Perhaps that provided the flaw."

Kerl asks, "Esserae, I believe you were next?"

Esserae says, "I'll just listen."

Esserae says, "For once."

Kerl says, "I find it strange that those who would think they had the most to say have the fewest questions."

Kerl rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Esserae says, "Kerl... my biggest question..."

Kerl raises an eyebrow in Esserae's direction.

Esserae says, "I don't quite understand why this is all happening again, and what if anything is different this time."

Kerl says, "well, certainly there is this that is different..."

Kerl says, "those many years ago, the dark gods each held a piece."

Kerl says, "as it stands now, they hold none"

Kerl says, "Sherysse? I believe you were next."

Kerl raises an eyebrow in Sherysse's direction.

Sherysse says, "yes my question was in regards to the goals of the gods of light, and what they hope is the final outcome for the Griffin Sword."

Kerl rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Kerl says, "I am not a soothsayer... or a prophet. The plans of the gods are not mine to discern."

Kerl says, "I think rather the hints are in the opposite direction"

Kerl asks, "What might the intentions of the dark gods be?"

Kerl says, "in either case, I don't know."

Kerl smiles.

Kerl says, "those of you not interested can run to where your true priorities lie, after the metalurgist"

Kerl says, "ahh I speak too slowly"

Kerl says, "Nofret? You were next."

Nofret asks, "My question is regarding Ulstram. You said you are not the same Prophet that came last time. And that is true, for time has passed, and even if you were an older version of that Prophet, you would be different after all this time. But are you, or have you ever been known as, Morfell, the one to whom the Sword was given?"

Kerl smiles.

Ulstram says softly, "No, I haven't."

Kadesha says, "his name is Ulstram, silly"

Kerl says, "Junis? I believe you are next."

Junis says, "My question is more for Ulstram"

Ulstram cocks his head.

Kerl takes a drink from his Winterberry Ale.

Junis asks, "I was wondering, we know what price Morfell payed to become a profit, as it seemed to be his punishment. I wonder what Ulstram gave to gain his title?"

Junis says, "prophet that is"

Ulstram says softly, "A prophet is made through more than just punishment."

Junis asks, "Perhaps, however I know of no prophets who didnt give something, was that what happened to your eyes? You gave up your sight for foresight?"

Ulstram smiles.

Kerl put a golvern-edged rolaren waraxe in his mantled surcoat.

Ulstram inquires quietly, "Personal, aren't we tonight?"

Kerl says, "I believe that was the last question... at least for me. Thank you all again for coming. I'll stay and answer more if you have them."