Hidden in a spot behind the Lyceum dormitories is the furtive character, Eltto Brah.
He has a strange tale to tell:
You. Yes,you. Stop. Just… stop walking for a moment.
I need you to listen to me and I need you to take what I’m about to say seriously because I have tried telling other people and they look at me the way you are looking at me right now and I need you to stop doing that.
The arena. Mondain’s Echo. Everyone thinks it is wonderful. A celebration. A spectacle. I have heard people call it the highlight of Shardfall and every time I hear that I have to walk away before I say something that gets me removed from the premises.
It is not a spectacle. It is a hole. The Lyceum has punched a hole in something they do not fully understand and things are coming through it and nobody… NOBODY is paying attention to what those things are!
The scrolls. You have seen the scrolls. You have probably collected them. Most people collect them and think nothing of it. “Ah, a singed scroll, how interesting, how historical, what a lovely thing to put on a shelf.”
I have spent my life studying the age of Mondain and I can tell you with complete certainty that there is nothing lovely coming out of that tower!
There is a spell. I will not say its name here!. Not because I am being dramatic, I want to be very clear that I am not being dramatic, I am perhaps the least dramatic person involved in this situation… but because the name itself has a tendency to attract attention from precisely the kind of people I am trying to avoid attracting attention from.
Mondain wrote it down. Of course he wrote it down. The man documented everything, which is either a gift to historians or a catastrophe for everyone else depending on which documents we are discussing. He wrote this particular work in pieces, on different materials. Most of those materials are nothing. Plain parchment, completely inert. I do not want those.
But certain parchments… very much not ordinary parchments, are different.
The words on those parchments are not merely words. And if someone were to collect a complete set from the same material and assemble them into a single incantation, what they would have in their hands would be the end of everything! I mean that literally! Not metaphorically! Literally!
I need you to find those fragment. All of them from the same parchment, the same source, a complete set. Not some of them, I cannot stress this enough. All of them!
Bring them to me and I will make absolutely certain they go somewhere that is not here, not accessible, and not available to anyone who would recognise what they were looking at.
You want to know how I know all of this. Everyone wants to know that. I am not going to tell you. What I will tell you is that I have not slept properly in four months and would very much like to start again!
Do not tell the Lyceum. Do not tell the Herald. Do not tall anyone who works in an official capacity for anyone. Just… find the scrolls and bring them here! Please!
I am not usually a person who says please.
Check carefully for the spell words, it is believed they correspond with the highly dangerous spell, Armageddon , Vas Kal An Mani In Corp Hur Tym.
The spell words must be on the hued parchment only available from the Avatar level encounter. All the scrolls must be the same parchment hue.
Possible hues are:
2673, 2676, 2679, 2682, 2685, 2688, 2691, 2694, 2697, 2700, 2703, 2706, 2778.
The reward is an impressive statue, also available in several hues, pictured below.
