You see the Regal Ruler of the land. His aspect is that of a man with many matters on his mind. "What woudst thou speak of?" "King Eldor. A pleasure to speak with thee." "I rule this great land. But lately, there hath been many problems. Terrible MONSTERS hath been appearing, apparently from nowhere. My men were to set sail for the LYCAEUM in my SHIP, but it wast destroyed by a SEA dragon!" "Most terrible. They keep comming and comming. Our greatest MAGES cannot discover from whence they art being sent. I must ask thy HELP." "Yes, my great vessel. Destroyed. If thou wouldst help, thou must aquire a new one. There art an alternate route to BRINDAR, where they construct ships. I hear the route lies through the dungeon, just north of the castle." "It art the seat of knoweledge, on the island of Gizdan, southeast from here. Mayhap its books and scrolls could provideth a clue as to the nature of the monsters roaming the land. I know not." "It art a version of a dragon, but it swims the seas, attacking vessels at will.The seas be filled with many of these awful beasts. One of them got my SHIP!" "Yes, it was mine own mage who summoneth thee here. I doth peruse his crystal ball at times. It alloweth me to speaketh with friends in other worlds. One such art named King SLENDERBOW." "It wast he who reccomendeth thee to me, saying that thou art the greatest adventurer. I beseech thee, please HELP us." The King looks down sadly. "In Brindar they make great sailing vessles. If thou canst get there, perhaps you can aquire a vessel, and travel to the LYCAEUM. But there art something ELSE thee should know..." "Wilst thou help us in our need?" The King regards you expectantly. The King smiles. "Slenderbow told me thee liked to joke!" The King looks immensely relieved. "Thy name shalt go forth among the bards and minstrels, and storytellers for centuries hence shalt honor thy name! Go forth, then, brave master, and may the gods be with thee!" He bows. "If thou go southwest from the castle, thou wilt find a strange PLAZA..." "Blinking floor tiles art there set in the grass. They hath been there for centuries. Legend says that in past times, a man couldst walketh upon one, and travel instantly to any point in the land. But the plaza's POWER..." "...appeareth to be exhausted. Though the tiles blink, they move thee nowhere. If the legends be true, there may be a way to restore the power. Then mayhap the plaza wilt work, and perhaps even our BRIDGES shalt run again." "From time to time, thou wilt come across levers, usually around shorelines. If thou useth the lever, a bridge art supposed to appear. But they do not work. What happeneth to the power? Where dost it generate? Ah, but I still canst ADVISE thee." "I must relate to thee that there wert a special landwide MEETING before thee arrived. We spoketh of the system of HONOR in the land." "We spoketh of many things, but mostly the HONOR system." "The people hath agreed that thee be treated as a citizen of the land. There be no gold in this land. Rather, we helpeth each other through TRADE and LABOR." "Thou mayest find items here and there, useless to thee, but of value to another-- taketh what thy find. Perhaps ye canst trade if for something thee need. The people shalt trust thy honor, so thou mayest borrow freely throughout the land." The King smiles and shakes his head. "The people..." He gestures around with hishand. "...art old-fashioned. Despite the land's need, they may ask thee to perform various chores in order that you may PROGRESS upon thy quest." "But ye shalt find them most helpful. But thy major progress art up to the GODS..." "As thee journey, thee might be most frustrated by thine own skill. Not that it art lacking, but rather thee art still new to the land. Thou must earn EXPERIENCE in this land." "There art many levels of aquirement in the land, as thee fight, and visiteth new places, and doeth new things. From time to time, thee shouldst visit and use the altar here in the castle. If thee qualify, the gods shalt PROMOTE thee." "Just be aware that it art a long process. The gods art very strict. To be promoted art a wonderous occasion. Thy wilt find that thee wilt hit more often as thee swingeth thy sword. Thou shalt hath more energy, and strength." "May your status as a Grandmaster in another world help thee in ours!" The King bows. * "May your status as a Grandmaster in another world help thee in ours!"
