Jo'nae Hood

(The full list of Ages: List of Ages)

Author

Jonnee

Walkthrough

(to read the spoiler, select it with your mouse or press "Ctrl+A")

Hit all 4 switches in the Gahreesen-like area to make them green.
Now you can go down the ladders in the garden area and follow along until you come to the ship!
P.S. push the button on the ship. And don't forget to check out the feast hall(there's a journal by the well).
There's a ladder beside the entrance to the one city area.
The book on the level by the ship just leads back to the circle on the top level.
In the one city area, there's a square canvas overhead: go to the one corner and make your way up the edge, then walk around to the canvas and jump in for some secret stuff including a journal(it's a short fantasy story in the journal, written in German).

Putting this Age on your bookshelf

This command will place this book on the 3rd position of your Relto bookshelf:

/bookshelf 3 JonaeHood

Translated Journals

(Translated by L.K.)

Journal by the Well

Warning!!

This book is just lying around here.

Please do not pay attention to this book in any way!!

Journal of Gorgas

GORGAS

Step by step the person covered in dark linen approached the sinister tower on the rock. The face was hidden by the shadow of the dark hood and the person hurried, almost floated towards the refuge of black magic which loomed between the sharp cliffs. No hesitation, no sign of doubt slowed him down. Night had covered the sky with a black shroud and even the stars rather hid behind thick clouds pretending not to exist. Gorgas bristled as he reached the tower and stopped in front of the large door made out of yew for a moment. This was where he was hiding - Lambras, the arch magician of the Order of the guardians of the dark fire and one of the most cunning scoundrels whom the Kingdom had ever had to deal with. Often enough Gorgas had forgiven Lambras' betrayals, because they had both been educated in the same school for magicians and had known each other for many years through that. But this time he had definitely gone too far. The Kingdom of Men had been betrayed to the dark prince Regnar's henchmen for a rare magical scroll and the king had been assassinated with a demonical illusion - this was too much. Gorgas, leaving the Kingdom behind, which was now reigned by anarchy and chaos, set out for Lambras to teach him a final lesson. Month after month he had walked around, always looking for the snake who had dared to disturb the old order and had brought death to thousands of innocent souls because of a small egoistic advantage.

Now he had found him.

A thunderstorm roared around the tower, howled around the edges and gazebos of the old powerful estate. Gorgas slowly raised his arms and murmured a mighty spell, his staff in his right hand. Thunder sounded and seconds later a blinding lightning broke directly into the massive door. The strong magic protection spells were not able to keep the door and it splintered into thousands of small pieces, smoking and falling to the ground. Gorgas entered determinedly. Immediately a guardian materialized in front of him. The magical, almost transparent creature was sending out a coldness that was almost touchable. Its stony cold aura caught the magician's heart and wafting foreshadows of a dark death being sent out by the creature made him become afraid for a second. Gorgas looked ferociously into the bleakly twinkling red eyes. Conjuring a wall made out of white magic, he intoned with a divine voice that made the woodwork crack: "By Whor and Holem, let me in, darkest of all creatures." The creature shivered. His aura was no use anymore, but it was bound to its master and nobody, not even the gods themselves, would prevent it from fulfilling its task, the protection of the tower. This was the only reason it existed for. And so the creature blocked the magician's way - if it could not destroy him, it could at least inhibit him from entering the tower. The howling of the wind swelled up to an ear-deafening noise and the tower seemed to burst as Gorgas beat the floor with his staff angrily. The spells he had been murmuring made a deep black and pulsating hole appear, out of which hundreds of twitching arms reached out for the guardian greedily. The ghostly creature squirmed and writhed, rumbled and called with its hollowly droning voice all the demons of the netherworld for help. Still, he was drawn into the abyss with irresistible force.

The hole closed again with a gurgling noise and Gorgas entered the tower grimly. He was standing in a room which filled out the entire lower part of the estate. Chests, boxes and more baggage declared that Lambras had only arrived here a short time ago. A simple, wooden staircase twined along the inner wall up to the upper part of the tower. Surely it would be peppered with dozens of traps, one more cunning and evil than the other. Gorgas laughed at the thought of Lambras being so simple-minded and believing that this could possibly stop him. Yet Gorgas did not laugh with real joy. He reached out with his arms, closed his eyes and floated directly to the top. Nothing would stop him. Nothing coming from this world and nothing coming from the next one. Having reached the top, he kneeled down on the balustrade and examined the massive door leading into his enemy's chamber. Of course Lambras knew what was going to happen to him. He had felt Gorgas' presence long beforehand - even before he had destroyed the door and sent the guardian back to the netherworld. The question was: Which shabby trick did Lambras believe to have up his sleeve which should secure his survival?

Gorgas remembered the past when they had both been sitting in the magicians' academy in Landor together. Lambras had been ambitious, ambitious like nobody else in the academy. But Gorgas had always been a better student than Lambras. He handled the arcane arts better than anyone else. It was as if the gods' power itself had spoken out of his charms. During his education he had intoned spells which had not been heard for hundreds of years and which had actually worked in most cases. Lambras had never overcome that and out of their original friendship soon hatred had developed. Gorgas himself had been consumed by the power of magic, too. It had been burnt deep into his face and body - but unlike Lambras he had always wanted the power for himself and not for distinguishing himself from and in front of others. Gorgas would now put an end to all this.

He jumped off the balustrade determinedly, just in front of the door. The poisoned arrows shooting out of the wall immediately bounced off his magical armor. He reached out with his hands and put his slender fingers onto the wooden door, which was richly ornamented with magical runes. It was endued with a lot of different and strong magical protection spells, but none of them was able to defy Gorgas' power.

Fizzling and bubbling the door sank into the ground and the magician took a look into the room, which filled the whole attic of the tower. The walls of the room were covered with shelves, which contained books, bags, phials and all kinds of magical padding. There were also lying countless books and scrolls on a large desk in the middle of the room. The retral part of the room was separated from the rest with a curtain. But nobody was there.

Gorgas stood in the door frame indecisively and looked around.

Then, suddenly, two silhouettes materialized in the middle of the room. They began to attack Gorgas almost immediately, creating a blazing flame wall in front of him. Out of nowhere three creatures from lower hell appeared and four flame balls were flying towards him. Taken by surprise Gorgas buckled forward. Two of the fire balls crackled uselessly at the wall, yet the other two hit him directly, burst at his magical armor and caused it to volatilize. The magical fire singed his hair and clothes, but didn't leave any greater damage. Gorgas trained his staff at the lower creatures of hell angrily, which were about to lunge at him with their claws and clamps, and met them with a circular bluely shining shock wave. Simultaneously he called to the gods and asked them for a new armor and better reflexes. Both was granted to him. He twirled around with the staff in his hand and concentrated on his enemies. Strangely, it was two and neither of them was Lambras. While the demonic creatures were twitching on the ground, not able to move because they were shocked by his magic, Gorgas lay his hands together and conjured a fire elemental which flew - coming out of a torch hanging from the wall - in the very second that it had been created, directly to one of the magicians. The magician being disturbed in his meditation tried to call a frost shield, but was hit by the fire elemental so hard he was hurled to the other side of the room and his cowl caught fire. During these seconds Gorgas found the time to take a closer look at his enemies.

Both were elves and very young. None of them appeared to be older than two hundred springs and they seemed to be nothing more than aspirants and disciples of Lambras.

But where was the Master himself?

In this moment one of the elves threw an acid cloud towards Gorgas and while he tried dodging it one of the lower creatures, which had obviously recovered from the shock wave, drilled its teeth into the magician's leg causing him to stumble and fall. The cloud reached him and enclosed him totally. Vitriolic, magical acid corroded his divine armor while Gorgas was lying on the floor trying to resist the creatures, which had now all recovered from the shock wave and were all beating, scratching and biting him.

The fire elemental, still fighting with the second magician and wounding him deeply in face and body with its blazing claws, was bound on the spot by the first magician. Imprisoned it fumed and inflamed everything around him clamoring like a fury.

While the magician being tormented by the elemental was eager to escape the creature's close vicinity, the other elf turned back to Gorgas, who now seemed to be an easy target.

Gorgas however had not wasted this moment and despite his innumerous bites and scratches he was ready to throw the three lower creatures back into the room with telekinesis; he rose quickly to the amazement of his opponent and the acid cloud vanished. Although clouds of smoke were dissipating from his clothes, Gorgas twinkled tellingly at his enemy and drew magical runes with his hands into the air. The elf pointed with his finger to the floor beneath Gorgas' feet - and immediately the planks began to dissolve, tore off and beneath the magician a giant hole was gaping.

This again did not trouble Gorgas and he started floating. At the same time he murmured his invocation, put his hands together and discharged a fire beam thicker than an arm into the magician's direction, who, surprised by Gorgas' agility, was not able to step to the side in time and was hit by the beam directly. He was thrown back, collided with a book shelf, looked at Gorgas incredulously, collapsed and was dead.

The lower creatures not bound to any master's order anymore lunged at the imprisoned fire elemental and tried - unsuccessfully - to pull it to the ground. The second magician tried to dematerialize as he saw his ally's doom, but Gorgas disturbed the astral space so the magician rematerialized immediately. He looked at the arch magician with wildly glaring eyes. Just at the moment Gorgas thought he could talk to him about his master's whereabouts, innumerous, slender twines darted out of the walls and the ceiling and caught Gorgas so quickly and firmly that he was unable to move. He closed his eyes furiously and concentrated. The room's ceiling burst and a glistening lightning struck the floor beside the inimical magician and destroyed it as well.

In the meantime the room had been filled with vitriolic reek, smoke and gases. The lower creatures had defeated Gorgas' fire elemental, but only one of them had survived. Gorgas recovered his mobility with a spell and thereupon hurled two acid arrows into the magician's direction and destroyed the last remaining lower creature with a fire ball.

Although his opponent had neutralized one of the acid arrows with a defense spell, he was hit by the other one in the stomach and was damaged very badly, as it seemed. The elf was standing in a sea of flames, which now also lapped over to the shelves, and shivered, cursing Gorgas by all the demons and creatures of the netherworld.

Gorgas himself was wounded, too, mainly by the lower creatures, whose wounds were now smoldering and burning in his flesh. Looking at the scene more closely, Gorgas found the two auxiliary magicians to actually have caught him by surprise. But this moment only lasted a few seconds. Just as Gorgas wanted to offer mercy to his opponent, should he decide to tell him about Lambras' whereabouts, the elf created a storm of ice crystals which destroyed the table standing in the middle of the room. The storm was quickly approaching Gorgas and while he built up a magical protection shield immediately, the floor beneath the magician's feet broke down and he fell into the abyss screaming. The storm disappeared with him and Gorgas was alone.

Around him greedy tongues of fire were annihilating expensive folios and scrolls of priceless value. Gorgas hurried to the back of the room and pulled aside the curtain which had not yet been gorged by the flames. Behind it some pieces of padded furniture were standing and in one of the armchairs a person was sitting with the back to Gorgas. A quiet presentiment crept over the magician and quickly he hurried over to the armchair. He turned it around - in it there lay the lifeless body of Lambras.

A smile was swirling around his lips and there was a note in his hands, whose content was obviously meant for Gorgas:

"When you read this, old friend, I have won. Because while you are busy dispatching my abiders, I am long sitting at the richly laid table of Gulnar, master of the undead and dining with Cruom Cruaich. While you will spend your remaining days in this world restoring the order you love so dearly I will spend my time in the netherworld and learn things you would not have believed to be possible in your keenest dreams. And one day, when your time has long been over, I will return and with the help of my allies I will shape the world as I please. I have been granted this chance - and only I. The only thing I had to do for it was giving up my body. And when you read this, I will have taken this burden as well. So now I wish you a fulfilling life, knowing that my time is yet to come and I will outlive you, you brave and just man." --Lambras--

The night was dark and windy when a forlorn roamer was looking for his way home through the cliffs and shore of Abergail, while a sea of flames was burning down the tower on the rocks and bathing the night in the twilight of sinister foreboding...