Legends of Old Urthe - Hell on Urthe  (D&D v3.5)
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Fifth Age - Hell on Urthe: Tizun's Notes on the Prophecy

Tizun's words scrawled on the first sheet of parchment deals with the nature of the wards themselves:

By dint of great efforts I have learned of the wards of which the Prophecy speaks, bound by and to each of the Dark Gods.

And each ward with its own key, a device or item inextricably linked to each of them, that once did shut tight that particular portal and once more might open it.

And behind the wards, what power must be concealed that even the gods fear it ?!!

The next speculates as to the nature of these keys:

Morrigan's key is obvious, perhaps overmuch so. For naught would serve the Mother of all Battles other than the sword which she loves so much. But there are so very many swords within this world.

Nor does it take any great insight to divine the mind of the Stealer of Souls. Beyond measure of doubt the key to open the lock he has set is the cost of a life itself, willingly given. But what thief would pay that price ?

The others keys are far harder to discern, for Math's thoughts are ever awhirl with trickery. Perhaps a thing obscure as the tears of a god, perhaps as common as a simple stone ? And Rhiannon ... madness marks her mind and who can say what troubled thoughts flit and fly therein ?

A note in the margin alongside this, boldly penned as if in triumph.

I have it ! Or at least know of the whereabouts of that thing oh so precious to the Lady of the Pale ! So transparent her thoughts after all, even in madness, to set her hopes upon a simple pearl. Even now, my servants bear it hither.

Another note beneath this is blotched and spotted, written in anger.

Lost ! The fools had my prize within their grasp but let it slip from them, as easily as their worthless lives did slip away. Dinear has it now ... and now I must resort to flattery and guile, lest she learns the true nature of what she now possesses ! May all of them rot !

The last note ponders the whereabouts of the wards ...

Rhiannon's ward, I believe, is to be found somewhere in the Cold Wastes to the North.

A third addition, hastily scrawled, as if the author could barely pen the words, such was his excitement ...

My research now leads me to believe that Rhiannon's portal may be found in those icy wastes in a place known only as 'the Lair of the White Wyrm'. Its exact location is not known, but my sources tell me that they are confident that they will be able to prise that knowledge from the wild men that dwell in that harsh place.

The note continues ...

A second ward, this made by Arawn's cold hand, is said to be concealed somewhere beneath Tal'Baed'iear, the City of the Dead. And there it will remain, for to enter that dread place and deliver oneself into the hands of the dead that dwell there ... better to simply kill oneself than lose one's very soul !

As to the remaining two wards, knowledge is less certain. Math Mathonwy, the Dark Savant, is said to have placed his ward in a tower unsurpassed ... such is his pride and ambition ... but his towers all but litter the lands of this Dark Urthe, and who may tell the one in which it might be found ?

And of the ward that Morrigan herself fashioned ... not a whisper as to its nature or where it might be concealed has reached my ears. Perhaps it does not even exist. Perhaps all is but rumour. Perhaps I would believe that had not my inquiries stirred up my enemies. I have sealed my mirrors and raised the wards about this place, and trust to the Hall's magics to protect me.

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