The steps:
- Start at the Grey Lord and ask him Missions
- Find the Ancient Gypsy Woman and ask her about the Grey Lord
- Kill the Mayor of Arlysia and collect 1 piece of webbing
- Return the webbing to the Ancient Gypsy Woman
- Kill the Hanging Tree, and retrieve the heart of the tree
- Return to the Ancient Gypsy Woman and ask her Heart
- Find the old hermit and ask him gift
- Kill the Rotting Beholder and grab his eye and tongue
- Find the Old Man (Maxillion) and ask him the highlighted words (don't ask him portal until last!) (Pull the lever after killing the Rotting Beholder)
- Find the Hideous Face and place the eye in the socket and the tongue in the hole.
- Go Portal, and kill the dragon, the ancient tapestry and the shreaded tapesty.
- Rest up, and then Go Tapestry to kill the Dark mage.
- Rest Up, and enter the Yellow Portal (go Portal)
- Kill Zanthus the Lich
- Go Portal once more. This time, you are transported back to the Pier in Silvermere
- Go to the Grey Lord and ask him KNOWLEDGE
ask the missions
The Grey Lord grows silent for a few moments, until finally his voice echoes in your head. "We face a grave time before us Champion of Balance. The tangled web this dark mage weaves has enveloped almost all of my agents into various tasks. He truly knows our workings to well I fear." He lets out a long sigh of frustration before continuing. "It would appear I once again depend upon you to further our cause in this matter, nothing has been found out concerning this dark one or his insidious plans, but that is of no matter since either way him, and they, must be stopped. All avenues of knowledge have been depleted, save one. Long ago there was a library that housed the greatest works of that time, alas the way to that place has been cut off by some dark force. I do not think it a coincidence. Find now a way to this library in the town of Arlysia, speak to whoever you can, be it someone who has traveled far, or those who rely on fortune to find their way. Whatever it takes you must find this library and return to me with whatever KNOWLEDGE you have learned." The neutral lord then turns his thoughts inward and speaks no more.
ask woman grey lord
The gypsy woman gazes at you, "So you know of the Grey Lord..."
You tell her of the mission you have been sent on and the help you were told you would receive. The gypsy woman nods her head, "True I am indebted to the Grey Lord, though it is for a favour before we walked the thin line of Neutrality. Very well, as you represent the Grey Lord, you shall even the scales. What he asks is no easy task and so, to truly even our balance, another favor must be done for me, and it is you that must carry it out." She pauses for a moment and begins a slow chant, she abruptly claps her hands and a fog appears showing you an image. The image is that of a aging man in fine clothes, with a look of animal terror on his face. You notice that his eyes twitch with unusual agility, and it almost seems like they bulge into clusters at times. The gypsy's aged voice returns you from the image. "That is the shell of the Mayor of Arlysia, he was once a man of nobility, but the disease that has befallen this land has effected him as well, he does not know it but something has infused him with a horrid abomination of undeath, an Arachnigoth. A spider of great unholy power that is soon about to come forth from it's shell and devour the souls of the crippled town", a look of sadness flashes across her wrinkled face, "He was always a fair man to me and my people, he does not deserve such an end. To draw out the beast you must slay the mayor." This causes her a pause, and she continues again, "I also require that you bring back one pile of it's spectral webbing that it will surely drop upon it's death. Return this WEBBING to me, and we shall get to the business of the dark power that threatens the balance we must protect."
ask woman webbing
The gypsy gazes at you, a look of despair in her milky eyes...
You give the webbing to the old gypsy. The wise woman nods her head slowly, "I thank you for completion of this task traveler, and now to business we shall begin." Again the gypsy pauses, and with a clap of her hands a cloud appears from thin air. Inside the cloud you see a tumultuous lake, huge waves tossing back and forth. Suddenly an island comes into view, a creation of horror, and dark island with a fortress of bones within the center. The gypsy begins her tale, "You are viewing what was the Crystal Lake, and the island that lies in the center of it. While I still am researching I have determined the resident within is the source of all our troubles, the island became this almost a year ago, after the disappearance of he who was called Valion Darkbane. Events seem to unfold that show the one called Zanthus is about to return, and the prophecy of plague is about to occur, most likely at the same time." Without warning the cloud explodes with a loud flash, the stench of death is thick in the air. You can tell the woman did not expect this as she rubs her hands in silent agony. "It would seem my crying has been caught by our watery neighbor, it is of no matter." She continues with her tale, "I was but a young giorvan when Zanthus himself was banished, but I clearly remember the events there after, one who was called Helvectus, a young farmer's boy at the time, but it became very clear that Zanthus had dug his claws into that boys soul." The ancient shakes her head sadly, "Helvectus followed in his master's footsteps and learned all he could when it came to death and dark arts. He joined the library and became known to have strange habits, which eventually lead to his banishment." Her face seems to drift off into a vision of long ago, but she quickly recovers. "This is merely speculation on my part but it is my belief that Helvectus is he within the island of bone, and he is attempting to join his master by bringing about his prophecy, and enacting his own, the prophecy of plague. Your next task now i s one of peril, but necessary." Another cloud appears and shows a horrific abomination, a massive black tree with humanoid limbs hanging from all branches. "The Hanging Tree as it is called, once it was used for justice, but now it has been corrupted, you must slay the creation of evil, and take it's wicked heart from it. I wish only to see it, but you must ultimately take it to the old hermit that guards the library of Arlysia, inside the library you will find more answers. Come back when you have the HEART." The cloud vanishes and she lies back, exhausted from her story.
ask woman heart
Noticing her wagon seems more messy then when you left it, you shake the ancient gypsy woman, she doesn't seem responsive...
With a great pounding force you are struck with the realization that the gypsy woman has been attacked! You check for signs of life, and a shallow rattle escapes her ribcage, showing her still breathing. It is evident whoever did this had sinister plans in mind, most likely whoever is on the island. You decide you must take the artifact of evil to the hermit with great haste.
Ask hermit gift
The hermit gives you a leer...
The old man clutches his gift greedily, and hands you a jagged bone key, "With this ye may open the door to the library." His old eyes suddenly alight with mischief and he grins, saying "Consider ye warned that the place is not the great monument of knowledge and peace it once was." With a final cackle the hermit tells you, "Be sure to stay out of the Inner Sanctum, people tend to get cranky if you be disturbing them in there." Lastly he adds, "Should you ever misplace your key, you may remind me of this, and I may happen to have another on me."
greet old man
The withered creature bows and nods to you slightly, dried lips forming something of a smile. "Greetings visitor, no doubt you are either an illusion sent by the old man, or you are someone sent to stop the dreaded prophecy from occurring." He lets out a dry chuckle at his speculation, "It is of no matter, my name was Maxmillion, once a mage of some worth who taught and studied at the Daerlorn Academy. Now, as you see, I am just a mere prisoner of Helvectus' apprentice, doomed to live out the remainder of this life in a prison of filth." He smiles, which ages him even further, "My prison keeper has become careless however, I have discovered his means of travel, so I can send you to his general location, where you may confront him, be you that foolish. Ask me of my portal spell and I can send you there." A bloody cough escapes his lips and he falls to the floor in a ragged heap. "My brother would get such a chuckle if he saw me in this place now."
ask old old man
A grim smile appears before the old man's face. "Indeed he who was no doubt 'guarding' the entrance to the library is in fact he which you most likely wish to destroy." He chuckles softly. His name I do not know but he is most driven to join his master in the dark fold he resides in." He lets out a rattling breath, "Do not fret for you have no choice, it is the fulfillment of something much more powerful then you or I or even he. The dark fold wishes to attach and so it shall."
ask old prophecy
Maxmillion nods his head, "Prophecy of Plague, the Souldrinker, Spirit Corruptor, it has many names, but they shall all point towards one outcome, that which he who fulfills the plague desires to be slain, shall be slain, and he that fulfil ls shall be given the souls of his enemies." He gives you a strange cackle with a toothy grin. "It's very simple really, and only a matter of time." He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He seems to meditate before he begins, "Thanks to my research I have a great deal of expertise in this. Unfortunately this has caused my downfall for the dark apprentice has captured me and held me here so that he may know the steps. I speak this freely because I have given up hope that anything else can be done, and so I begin. Through the use of blackest magic he can begin a transformation of himself which causes a loss of the natural body and devouring of his spirit. As you may guess he becomes a shell of undeath. Someone who belongs no more to the land of living or death. This shell still leaves most of his mind intact but as always insanity sets in when one fools with their own mortality. Using a gem of great portion and power he places in it a link to himself and the negative planes, this is what keeps him from turning to dust, thus you can only destroy him by destroying the gem, otherwise will just be recreated to his shell once more." The old man starts to wheeze. "Once in this form he has power over the souls of his enemies, with a finger he can blot them from existence, with a wave he can drain their life, with a sweep he can destroy an entire town. There is no thing against him which can stop his power, he will become a diety of death and death shall walk the land as soldiers of his blasphemous army." He begins to look very somber. "The full prophecy is one man shall invoke the rite, and he shall become as death, and he will link a dark fold to the realm and all shall be vanquished by him."
ask old maximillion
"Too true the great and mighty Maxmillion, slayer of dust rabbits everywhere." He gives a sly grin, "A good deal of the books here in I wrote myself or catalogued from. I have had many paths to pick in my life, I never knew that writing manuals on thaumaturgist metaphysics would have placed me in this place. I became very knowledgeable in the Daerlorn Academy, a place known by many for infinite magic and one of the few powerful schools of magery left after the Great War." A sigh escapes him "Alas my magic is almost broken, I am here but to answer questions about death."
ask old brother
A smile of grim irony graces the face of the old man, "As all brothers we had our differences, he became a man who depended on only himself, wanting nothing but to walk the land with a staff in his grasp and sandals on his feet. He was tutored in the ways of the kai, and we soon began a rivalry of who was the more powerful." A racking cough escapes his brittle form, "Last I knew of him he chose to travel far off into the lands of the Dragon's Teeth, to the village of Rhudaur, I trust he is ok." As if struck with a sudden thought, the old man pats his clothing, withdrawing an ancient piece of paper. "I would be most grateful if you could take this to my brother, should you ever find him." He hands you the paper, a strange twinkle in his eye.
ask old dark fold
"It is not known where the dark fold comes from, not much is even known about the dark fold, but enough experiments have gone wrong that theories have been created." He seems to lighten up and takes a tone as if he were back lecturing at his academy. "It has been theorized that there are places in the universe where things can be much like a world of our own, but with vary differences, these have been termed "folds". The term "dark fold" comes from the theory that there is a fold in the universe where everything about that world has become corrupted and evil, very little things of good exist in this place. It is a cruel and harsh realm where evil rules supreme and the weak are consumed by the strong. Through ancient text it has been surmised that it is possible to link the two together, with catastrophic consequences, the process is not known but it can only be assumed to be through diabolical means."ask old portal
He begins to shake as his hands move in mystical patterns, a sliver of darkness appears in the air and begins to grow, the room seems to shake and then, You find yourself...elsewhere. (You have been teleported to the Island of the Bones).
ask the knowledge
You feel the Grey Lord's impassive gaze upon you...
You quietly inform the Grey Lord of your travels to Arlysia, contact with the ancient gypsy, and eventual knowledge gained from Maxmillion concerning the prophecy which Zanthus prepared. He takes all of this in with his same impassive stare, showing nothing of emotion. Finally you speak of your failed attempt at destroying the newly created Lich. You note with some distress the slight frown that approaches on the neutral one, before it quickly vanishes. Finally his voice is heard in your mind, <Indeed your effort is commendable, however the results are less then ideal. It would seem our forces are at their most weakest while this darkness gains more in power and might. Though he surely must rest to have fashioned this portal into a Shadow World, but all too soon he shall surely come forth again with the forces of this blackest prophecy in his grasp.> A piece of grey silk appears before you, covering something which seems to expand and contract, the Grey Lord signals you to take it and you grasp the silk and place it in your inventory. You turn back to him only to see him wave you away. His voice faintly echoing in your skull.. <Once again we await his move before we may work against him, it is not often the forces of Balance are the ones who are the pawn, but his powers of stealth leave us no other option. Rest now, Bound One, all your energy will be needed for our next battle.>
Your reward is 750,000,000 experience plus a weapon or spell.
Thanks to Pedigree for much of this information
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