From the diary of Silvan the Dryad
Session date: 11.1.2004

We asked Wiltshire about what might happen if his majordomo died. He said 
 he'd be very happy if that did happen, but it wasn't likely to happen 
 anytime soon yet. He didn't take our proposal of us dealing with the 
 majordomo very seriously, either.

We looted some weapons and opened a new door. We found something that 
 seemed to be an office of some sort. There were scrolls and some sort of 
 an easel. We grabbed some scrolls and shoved them into Buran's chest. They 
 seemed to contain pictures and maps of cities, but we didn't recognize any 
 of the names or locales. Werner said he'd heard one of the names in old 
 stories, but could not recall which stories exactly.

We found one more stone pillar. It said, "Us five fought against the 
 mortals."

Werner told us that during the War Between The Mortals And The Gods,
 Dagardan, (?), Dorgan, Fangas had fought against the  mortals. It was time
 for us to guess who the fifth was. The excitement! The thrill of the
 guess!

Abraham was not an alternative, there was no knowledge of him. Azmodan
  probably not either, Juliennah would have shaped the war differently. 
 Tamaol and Ulenlan were also unlikely.

We guessed Anxar for the fifth one. It seemed to be correct, and the last 
 door opened (though there was one more door after it!). There was a big 
 table with no chairs. There was a map on the table.

There were some very interesting bits on the papers, about holy sacred 
 all-powerful artifacts. Wiltshire said we couldn't keep these artifacts 
 after all. He refused to raise our reward, saying he did not have that
 kind of authority. We told him he could get the things to his majordomo
 himself  - he said okay, and animated an orc to carry all the things.
 Bummer.

The last door wanted one name. It had absolutely no hints. Considering that
 the notes mentioned a "stored separately" item, we tried Necreegh. It was 
 right, and we found two identical short swords made out of black steel. We
 suggested Wiltshire turn over the extra sword to us. In case one of the 
 weapons wouldn't be god-made, he said he could give us one of the 
 weapons.

After talking about the items for a while, we heard a warning from the 
 outside about approaching orcs. Everyone grabbed what they could and began 
 to run.

We came outside and ran after Wiltshire like one big scared mass of people.
 We decided to head for the Orcish Rocks. On the way, we saw a caravan that
 had been attacked. It looked like it'd happened a few days ago. The orcs 
 spotted us on the way and ran after us.

We ran like Great Burning Hollow. Buran began to slowly become left behind.

We reached the Orcish Rocks. I climbed on them, and so did a bunch of 
 others. While we were climbing, the orcs began to catch up on us, and
 their leader told the rest of us to stop climbing or we'd be reduced to
 living or not so living pin cushions. Most of us ignored them and
 continued climbing, but Werner the Wuss surrendered.

Buran was wounded during the climb, but we managed to drop some of them. 
 After some fighting, arrows began to rain on the backs of the orcs and
 they boldly ran away. Brave sir orc ran away...

We looked at the sky and saw flying creatures, the ones we'd seen before, 
 shooting at the orcs. They had saved our lives and we were very grateful. 
 We saw, to our joy, one of the MMM.

There was a much clumsiness and silliness as we climbed down the mountain 
 to the other side. The MMM beat his head against the mountain and we were 
 sure the whole world would hear it, yes he was really that loud.

The MMM patched us up. He said that the Master had been worried about us 
 (or, to be more exact, he'd been worried about WTF we were doing). He 
 escorted us to Dorandor.

Werner left to find the Old Man. 

We were taken to talk with Master. We explained to him what happened. The
 Master smiled and said this was interesting. He said the artifacts
 probably wouldn't be of much use in the long run, for he had most of the
 gods already in his possession, and the rest of them would probably also
 fall soon. Mwuahahahaha.

According to what M knew, the dagger had been constantly on the move, never
 really stored anywhere. Necreegh's weapons were the only ones that he 
 thought mortals might be able to use. All the artifacts required a strong 
 spirit which they drew from.

M summoned a kobold and told Longfoot to defend himself against it. 
 Longfoot hit it with the weapon, and the kobold was split in two. Longfoot
 also fainted, however. Our undead tried to use the weapon and began to
 feel very ill.

There were to exceptions, the Master thought. When the Necreegh's Dagger 
 was used, the target and somebody nearby died, for the dagger protected
 its user. The Spirit Snare sword, in turn, allowed somebody to snare other
 spirits, which were stored in the sword and helped others use the other 
 artifacts. The Willow Root could be used to learn divine magic. The more  
 spirits one had (in the Spirit Snare), the more magic one could use.

We slept.

16th day

The wounded among us stayed at the Master's Keep and the rest headed to 
 Kind Sir Wiltshire for our reward.

We came to Wiltshire Keep, but nothing happened! Apparently, the gods were 
 busy doing something else and had no time to devote to animating the
 people  at this Keep.

After waiting for a while, the game fixed itself and we got inside. Hylas 
 came to meet us, together with Lord Wiltshire. First Hylas threatened to 
 throw us to his dungeons, but then changed his mind and gave us 1 gold 750
  silver.

Hylas said he'd been trying to locate the Book of Necreegh. Should we be 
 able to find it, he could pay us a whole 50 (!!!) gold pieces. His spies 
 had told him that the book had been in the Fortress Belvedere for a while,
  after which it had probably been sent towards Aleandor. He said he could 
 fund our expedition with 500 silver to be used for tolls and bribes. 
 We agreed.

We reported back to the Master, with whom we discussed the situation. He 
 planned on finding out something about the Spear of Anxar before leaving. 
 Necreegh and Azmodan were the only loose ends.

The master paid us our wages for the period we were going to be here. He 
 didn't agree with the theory presented in the Godly Library that magic was
  going disappear with the gods, for magic had come with the spirits, and 
 even if the gods would disappear, the small spirits would still remain and
  magic would remain with them.

The Master also said he was not going to use the godly artifacts to boost 
 his powers, and if that was what he wanted, he could've done it already.

Buran asked the Master if he had some good use for the Royal Letter of 
 Thanks that he'd want to reward us for (Urgh! That was one thing I
 wouldn't have wanted to give to the Master's disposal. One of the few
 things we  -might- have one day been able to use against the Master, and
 now we're  giving it to the Master, allowing him to extending 
 his influence even further. Ah well... Mental note, it might be a good 
 idea to not tell Buran everything in the future). 

We met Werner. He'd found The Old Man, but TOM had been 
 uncharacteristically unquiet. We suspected TOM might be mind 
 controlled by  the Master, or something along those lines.

We went to visit the Mapmaker's Keep. We reached the Mapkeeper's Keep. We 
 found maps. We were told about three roads and which one we should follow 
 to reach Aleandor.