Must have just completed the quest, “Bring Etrahnin the words of the Oracle of Ages regarding a coming battle” first.
ask sage task
You ask the sage about the task at hand.
The sage nods thoughtfully. "What I have learned here must be told to Tsarith, the sage of Voaleth. He will, perhaps, not like the omens for his race, but the knowledge must be passed on. Take this to him, and he will be able to see what has transpired by invoking the runes inscribed upon it."
You nod eagerly, ready to take on whatever task the sage will set for you, if only he'll give you that sword!
The sage rummages around in his desk for a moment, before producing a runed ivory coffer.
"Simply have Tsarith open this coffer, and it will invoke the spell." the sage pauses and fixes you with a stern glare. "You must remember that only Tsarith can invoke the enchantment around this container. If you try to open it, the magic will misfire and I cannot promise that you will survive it. This is very powerful magic."
The sage hands you the ivory coffer, still glaring at you meaningfully.
give coff tsa (vyan librarian in Voaleth City)
You give a runed ivory coffer to Tsarith.
You explain to the impatient vyan that Etrahnin has sent you with a message. You hand over the ivory coffer, telling Tsarith of Etrahnin's instructions.
Muttering about sub-standard human magic -- and its messengers --, Tsarith opens the coffer. A wreath of pale blue haze drifts up around the vyan sage's head. His eyes widen and he gasps in surprise. Then his brows draw down in an angry scowl.
"THIS is what the Oracle proclaims!?" The enraged scholar hurls the delicate ivory coffer against the wall. Looking faintly surprised at his own outburst, he continues in a calmer voice. "This is unacceptable. You will return to the Oracle and ask it of death. I wish to know the manner of the death of our victory, and you will bring to me the answer of the Oracle."
You stammer out excuses, unwilling to go back through the vortex. Tsarith will have none of it, however, and fixes you with a steely gaze. You finally stop babbling, and accept the inevitable.
-*- You have been assigned a quest! -*-
NOTE: You can bypass the all the below steps if you have the phial of moonlight, and just give the phial to the librarian.
ask form death
The luminous green color drains away from the Oracle, leaving behind a deep, midnight black.
Images, flashes of light and dark, dance before your eyes. The sounds of battle fill your ears.
A slant of sun on dull brown walls A forgotten sky of bashful blue Toward God a mighty hymn A song of collisions and cries...
Rumbling of wheels, hoof-beats, bells, Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans, Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair...
The unknown appeal of brutes, The chanting of flowers The senseless babble of hens and wisemen-
A cluttered incoherency that cries at the stars: "Oh, God, save us."
The Oracle shimmers and dissipates into a thin green mist.
The old man sighs softly. "So, you've returned. Few find their way here twice in a lifetime."
"The phial which contains Tsarith's answer lies with the sorceress Aurelia. She beat you here, and demanded it. Rather than kill her, I gave it. You must take it from her, if you choose to complete your task."
(IF YOU ALREADY HAD A MOONLIGHT PHIAL GIVE THE COFFER TO THE LIBRARIAN THEN THE MOONLIGHT OR IT WILL POCKET YOUR MOONLIGHT)
Give phial librarian
You give a phial of moonlight to a vyan librarian.
The sage smiles mirthlessly and snatches the phial from your hand.
The vyan opens the phial and stares deeply into its contents. His eyes narrow angrily. After a moment, he turns back to his books, muttering to himself.
He looks up, and seems surprised you're still here. He waves his hand in an imperious gesture, and says, "You may go.".
-*- You gain 5 quest points! -*-
Now go back to the sage in Pennan…
ask sage sword
You ask the sage about the lovely sword you've been promised.
"Ah yes, the sword..." the sage rummages around in a giant chest and pulls out the lovely silver and sable bastard sword. he runs his finger down the silvery blade. "Use this wisely, child. It is alive, in its own way."
The sage clasps your hand briefly, then gives you a silver and sable bastard sword.
If you would rather have the staff of valor, simply give the sword back to the sage and he’ll reforge into a staff.
give glory sage
You give a sword of glory to the sage.
You give the sword to the sage, explaining that you cannot use such a weapon. he frowns at the sword for a moment, then makes an obscure gesture while muttering a few arcane words. The sword pulses in his hands, and becomes a length of sable wood, streaked with silver!
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A Sword Of Glory
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Base Cost: 36000 Level: 70 Weight: 6.00 lbs
Damage: 4d10 Class: sword Attack: slash
Acid: 65% Fire: 70% Cold: 90%
Rarity: rare
Condition: perfect
Materials: mithril, silver
Wear Loc.: right_hand
Layer: base
Anti-Flags: anti-mage, anti-cleric, anti-druid, anti-monk
Affects:
Is possessed by memories of the past.
Strikes with lightning speed.
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A Staff Of Valor
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Base Cost: 1625 Level: 70 Weight: 5.00 lbs
Damage: 3d12 Class: staff Attack: swing
Acid: 60% Fire: 5% Cold: 97%
Rarity: priceless
Condition: perfect
Materials: wood
Wear Loc.: right_hand
Layer: base
Anti-Flags: anti-thief, anti-warrior, anti-paladin, anti-ranger, anti-druid, anti-bard
Affects:
Grants the blessing of the gods.
Gives you the anger of gods.
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