SD:UW2:Lib:Diary of Jared, Avatar of Britannia

To: wms@ssd.intel.com (William Shubert)
Subject: Re: uw2: Stuck at end
Newsgroups: comp.sys.ibm.pc.games.rpg
Organization: GMI Engin. & Mgt. Institute, Flint, MI

In article <Cv22z2.K3H@SSD.intel.com> you wrote:
:    I've gotten into the shrine of spirituality and waved the wand, I've got
: the magic horn, I've got the air elemental inside me, I've gotten the book
: from Killorn Keep and given it to Nystul, what now?  When I play the horn
: I make noise but can't come up with the right tune.  I think I need to find
: a blackrock gem on the astral plane, but I can't find it.  Is it in the
: center of the shrine?  I'm sort of stuck in the "outer ring" of the shrine,
: if that makes sense.
:    The only things I can think of that I may have missed were: I never
: found info about the psychic cats and I never found the bones of the ghost
: in the tomb.
:    So how do I just finish this silly game finally?

: 				-Bill (wms@ssd.intel.com)

Ok, lemme replay the end of the story to make sure we've done everything.

(Assume all gems have been found and used on the large one in Britannia and
you have broken all of the Guardians ties to those other planes.  The
first thing you can find out by looking at the gem, oh and not to mention,
when you come back from the Tomb which is, as I recall, the last plane,
you are assaulted by Killorn Keep guards near said gem.  You can check
to see which planes are freed by talking to Miranda {the one in charge
since LB went sulking to himself}.  She will inform you of your progress.)

   Running up the long staircase leading from the basement, I burst into
the secret hall surrounding my Liege's keep. The soldiers I fell upon
in the catacombs could have infiltrated the castle already, and I know
Nystul is the only one who can decypher the cryptic book I wrested from
Mors Gotha, the Guardian's warrior witch from Killorn.
   Racing through the halls, ignoring shouts from Miranda and Iolo wondering
what of my haste, I reach Nystul's study. He continues to slave to free us
perhaps not even aware of the new and present danger we now face. Noting
I am out of breath, he comes up from his parchments and makes to lead me to
a chair. But I know this cannot wait. "No, Nystul...read... ," I gasp,
shoving the tome into his hands. "Our freedom...and perhaps our lives...
lie in pages therein."
   Wide-eyed, but aware of my sincerity, he takes the spellbook and pours
over it for minutes that stretch into millenia. "It is so, Jared! The
spells are here! We may undo the Gaurdian's vile sorcery!" The old man
is practically jumping with anticipation. "But I must know...where the
spell was cast," his glee sets into a frown, wilst his brow furrows with
thought.
   "I believe...the throne room," recalling my discussion with the servant,
Charles. "Voices were heard there the morning of our imprisonment."
   "Avatar! Your resources never cease to amaze me!" The mage heads
for the door, but turns and addresses me again, "We must make haste,
join me in the throne room Jared, I cannot wait to breath the fresh air
again!"
   Rushing out, Nystul heads for British's Hall, yet I tarry but a moment
to catch my breath. Suddenly shouts ring out in the halls, I hear steel
on steel! I turn to the doorway about to make my way to aid my comrades
when Mors Gotha appears there.
   "Avatar, the Guardian has decided you will no longer be a petulant
insect dogging his every move. Prepare to taste my steel!" At that she
takes stance and attacks. Her volly is fierce, knocking me off balance.
Yet her brazen assuredness I felt at our last battle is replaced with the
scent of uncertainty.
   "I see the Guardian's soldier is, for the first time, tasting her
mortality." She is taken aback by my sense of her fear, I must press this
to gain advantage, "It is bitter to the pallate, is it not?"
   She swings what would have been a solid blow to my gut were it not for
a good dodge, and is left wide open. My blade finds its home in her side,
and though I feel the pang at the taking of a life, as well as that it
was a woman, I know justice was done and Honor served.
   She struggles to look at me, the pain filling her face, "You will
never stop the Guardian."
   "Yet still this battle is ours."
   "You will never gain the power to defeat him, Avatar, he is god!"
   "That...remains to be seen." As I finish my words, the once great
swordswoman of Killorn expires, her hatred etched in her face. This
battle may be over, time to win the day.
   I rush to the throne room to find an assemblage of the souls left
alive in the castle. Nystul is casting the reversing enchantment, waving
paterns in the air and speaking in a not too unfamiliar tongue. Lord
British seems to have broken his reverie. "Jared, your timing is most
appropriate. The guards have turned back a small invasion from out of
the catacombs but soon we should have our freedom and the troops of
Britannia to aid against these invaders."
   I nod in agreement, "I can only hope so my Lord."
   Nystul finishes the enchantments, and the air takes on an electric
quality. The very ground seems to shudder, then stop. " I have done
all I can, the great gem is weak but it needs an impetus to rent it down.
   "Once again magic succeeds in nothing helpful," Feridwyn chimes in.
   Nanna turns him a sour look whilst Syria sets him a gaze that would
melt lead. Taking the hint he resigns to leaning against the wall with
his mouth sealed.
   British face fills with despair, "Is there nothing that will sunder
the stone, my mage?"
   Nystul appears thoughtful. "Nelson would have known, I believe he
was working on that...before... ," he lowers his face regreting the loss
of a friend more than the loss of the information he held.
   But something clicks for me. "Nelson did know! Sound...the gem will
resonate. Nystul, he showed me, might it be the sound?"
   "Yes, thats possible, but the sound must be greater than the cacophony
of hell and the choirs of the heavens. How could we make such a sound?"
   But I know, I have prepared for this. "I have the ability... ,"
removing the horn of Praecor Loth from my pack, "and the means."
   Raising the great horn to my lips, I release the air daemon. The horn
sounds a a great single note that breaks off into harmonies over and over.
All of the attending company shield their ears but the sound is in the
very rocks. The great window behind the throne shatters revealing the
blackrock gem beyond.
   The horn blows on.
   In the streets outside the gem, peasant, merchant and guard alike shield
their ears from the sound eminating from the gem.
   The horn blows on.
   The small gem deep within the catacombs glows far brighter than ever
before. It shatters into thousands of chips and fragments.
   The horn blows on.
   Above the sound of the horn, I hear a voice among the shrieks and
confusion. It is Dupre, shouting "Look, the gem!"
   The first cracks begin to show, light spilling through in first trickles,
then streams, then waterfalls. Then the gem shatters, chunks of the black-
rock fall from the once impenetrable wall. The sunlight steaming through
is blinding but welcome.
   The passing of the daemon leaves me empty and winded, but as the echos
of the horn die down, I can feel the freedom as if it were a tangible thing.

This is part of a rather longwinded tale descibing for myself the events leading to solving the game. Direct any questions to me at the address below. Hope this helps (and entertains :) )

Wolverine (stoc2921@nova.gmi.edu)