Sagacita Monastery 1F
(0e,0n)
This door opens out into the wilderness, would you like to go back?
(0e,15s)
->get [12 Rations]
(1e,9s)
The cell of a high priest is barely furnished.
(2e,24s)
->get [Small Shield+]
(5e,2s)
You stand in front of a church entrance, one of the massive doors has been broken open.
(7e,13s)
A badly injured priest lies in bed, unconscious.
(10e,3s)
The choral box has been demolished by savage hands.
(10e,20s)
A terrifying scream numbs you.
(11e,5s)
The aisles begin here.
(11e,8s)
On the ground in front of you, you see the body of a murdered priest, his clothing blowing in the wind.
(14e,27s)
A wounded Priest says: "As you probably know by now, we were attacked by a horde of Dark-Dwarves. By now they've probably fought their way to the old catacombs, and it looks as if they're going to plunder the ancient graves!"
(19e,2s)
->get [Barbarian Axe]
(19e,13s)
Here, an injured monk receives treatment.
(23e,11s)
The Monk stutters: "My name is Melian, I'm sorry about the mess around here, but we've just been attacked by a horde of Dark Dwarves. Our High Priestess, the Lady Miriam is ill and could not protect us, but I'll make you an offer, in that you lot do away with the rest of these Dwarves, it, in return will give you good advice."
->Melian ask to join party as guide (join with name Eljot, HP=72)
->Melian ask to join party as guide (join with name Eljot, HP=72)
(23e,14s)
Murmurings can be heard in the distance.
(24e,1n)
You are standing in the aisles, a few beams of light make their way down from high above.
(25e,7s)
You are standing in the entrance to the main tract of the monastery. The floor is covered with deep scours.
(25e,24s)
A Dark-Dwarf with a broken neck lies at your feet.
(29e,4n)
->get [Golden Casket]
(30e,5n)
->get [Lightbringer]
(30e,6n)
bookshelf, marked as orange bricks
(30e,1s)
In front of you, you find the plundered altar.
(30e,6s)
->get [Healing Potion]
(32e,23s)
->get scroll [Lord of Rinse]
(1w,10s)
->get [Protecting Ring]
Sagacita Monastery B1F
items
(1e,14s), (28e,5n), (28e,15s) (29e,8n) ->get scroll [Lord of Rinse]
(0e,9s), (33e,5n) ->get [Book of Stars]
(28e,7s), (29e,15n) ->get scroll [Crafts]
(0e,9s), (33e,5n) ->get [Book of Stars]
(28e,7s), (29e,15n) ->get scroll [Crafts]
shelves
Bookshelf signs bear the inscription.
(9e,2n) -> "A-B"; (15e,2n) -> "C-D"; (19e,2n) -> "E-F"; (25e,2n) -> "G-H"
(9e,0n) -> "I-J"; (15e,0n) -> "K-L"; (19e,0n) -> "M-N"; (25e,0n) -> "O-P"
(9e,2s) -> "QR-S"; (15e,2s) -> "S-T"; (19e,2s) -> "U-V"; (25e,2s) -> "W-Z"
(9e,2n) -> "A-B"; (15e,2n) -> "C-D"; (19e,2n) -> "E-F"; (25e,2n) -> "G-H"
(9e,0n) -> "I-J"; (15e,0n) -> "K-L"; (19e,0n) -> "M-N"; (25e,0n) -> "O-P"
(9e,2s) -> "QR-S"; (15e,2s) -> "S-T"; (19e,2s) -> "U-V"; (25e,2s) -> "W-Z"
(0e,6n)
->get scroll [Orthografy]
(0e,7s)
The priest before you must have recently acknowledged his own mortality.
(1e,2n)
A minute character pulls on your dress: "For a hundred gold pieces I'll tell you a secret."
->pay
He says: "Go to the Southermost corner of the Altar, and turn to the South. Make eighteen steps forwards and you be surprised..."
->pay
He says: "Go to the Southermost corner of the Altar, and turn to the South. Make eighteen steps forwards and you be surprised..."
(2e,6s)
You enter a bare room.
(3e,13s)
Here is a portrait, illuminated by two slim candles... "Lady Miriam".
(5e,15n)
->get potion [Healing II]
(9e,16n)
->get potion [Antidote]
(10e,2n)
Someone has written in the dust: "Beware of the twisted riddles asked by Elementals!"
(17e,0n)
->get scroll [Enchant Armour]
(24e,10n)
A somewhat dirty notice warns: "Caution - construction area - Watch out for falling holy artefacts!"
(26e,0n)
->get [Document]*1
(27e,12n)
->get scroll [Book of Herbs]
(30e,2n)
Here, the ground has opened up, a deep darkness fills the abyss. Would you like to go down?
->to Sagacita Catacombs
->to Sagacita Catacombs
(32e,3n)
->get scroll [1st Bookhalf]*2
*1
The Staff of Light
In ancient times, the King of all Priests by the name of naMorhan created twelve staffs, nine of which were made of clay, two crafted from wood and the last of silver. After this, he ordered his scholar-knights to find second-hand bushes and to trudge on to death, with the use of an oak tree, the biggest herring of the forest.
His scholars, unitedly, said as a man; "No way... Never!" ... and went off, taking with them the twelve staffs of their King. The wrath of naMorhan was terrible - six of his knights died in the holy fire of his staff, another three were crushed under the weight of a falling cow, and the second from last of them lost his arms, legs, wallet and also his life in the fray... However, the last scholar was able to flee the wrath of naMorhan after persuading him that he had now received all sixteen divided by four, times twenty-six divided by twenty-two magical staffs, and that he was obviously better off than he was before...
After he had left the King of Priests, who had seated himself upon a tree trunk in order to think about this more carefully, he tried to find out the use of the magic staffs, which was, in fate - the ability to gather and bind sunlight and, on an order, to set this light free again... He wasn't very amused by this discovery, and later on he sold them for a few gold pieces to travelling salesman who was obviously half-blind.
In ancient times, the King of all Priests by the name of naMorhan created twelve staffs, nine of which were made of clay, two crafted from wood and the last of silver. After this, he ordered his scholar-knights to find second-hand bushes and to trudge on to death, with the use of an oak tree, the biggest herring of the forest.
His scholars, unitedly, said as a man; "No way... Never!" ... and went off, taking with them the twelve staffs of their King. The wrath of naMorhan was terrible - six of his knights died in the holy fire of his staff, another three were crushed under the weight of a falling cow, and the second from last of them lost his arms, legs, wallet and also his life in the fray... However, the last scholar was able to flee the wrath of naMorhan after persuading him that he had now received all sixteen divided by four, times twenty-six divided by twenty-two magical staffs, and that he was obviously better off than he was before...
After he had left the King of Priests, who had seated himself upon a tree trunk in order to think about this more carefully, he tried to find out the use of the magic staffs, which was, in fate - the ability to gather and bind sunlight and, on an order, to set this light free again... He wasn't very amused by this discovery, and later on he sold them for a few gold pieces to travelling salesman who was obviously half-blind.
*2
On the pages of the book are written the words: "The Legend of Faerghail"
Writ down for all times by the Great Wise Magician Ihl, Grand-Master of the nine and a half schools of the Occult. "This tale takes one back to the times when the difference between good and bad were sharply distinguished. To the times when Moon people (nowadays called were people and looked upon as such) lived in friendship with the peace-loving inhabitants of the known world. The Gods had retired from taking part in the everyday life of Faerghail, and by oath had sworn not to take an active part in its history...
Later, the Lord of Darkness began to enslave the people of Faerghail in order to obtain God-like powers, This Lord, no, this Creature centred his powers in Drogoroth, the dark, icy desert in the North of Faerghail. After enslaving the few peoples living there, he came to the conclusion that he would need one or two convenient allies in order to cast his yoke over the whole world, and so came to Istrildiar, the King of dragons, hungry for revenge upon all men for the hunting and banning of his kind from Faerghail. The power of the Creature and his alliance grew along with their triumphs on the way out of Drogoroth, with the joining of ranks of Orcs and Trolls and other basically awful, ahem, basically evil races...
The peoples of Faerghail and their allied races were hardly able to resist the power from the North and were in grave danger of being overcome..."
The rest of the pages have been demolished by powerful talons and the book itself has been ripped in two...
Writ down for all times by the Great Wise Magician Ihl, Grand-Master of the nine and a half schools of the Occult. "This tale takes one back to the times when the difference between good and bad were sharply distinguished. To the times when Moon people (nowadays called were people and looked upon as such) lived in friendship with the peace-loving inhabitants of the known world. The Gods had retired from taking part in the everyday life of Faerghail, and by oath had sworn not to take an active part in its history...
Later, the Lord of Darkness began to enslave the people of Faerghail in order to obtain God-like powers, This Lord, no, this Creature centred his powers in Drogoroth, the dark, icy desert in the North of Faerghail. After enslaving the few peoples living there, he came to the conclusion that he would need one or two convenient allies in order to cast his yoke over the whole world, and so came to Istrildiar, the King of dragons, hungry for revenge upon all men for the hunting and banning of his kind from Faerghail. The power of the Creature and his alliance grew along with their triumphs on the way out of Drogoroth, with the joining of ranks of Orcs and Trolls and other basically awful, ahem, basically evil races...
The peoples of Faerghail and their allied races were hardly able to resist the power from the North and were in grave danger of being overcome..."
The rest of the pages have been demolished by powerful talons and the book itself has been ripped in two...
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