The Glyph of Moonwood during Elemental Wars: Water
The glyph flares to light and shows you a vision of the past:
For ten years, Abarax
tried to free Argoth. Each time, he failed. The Music influences were so subtle
that often he had no warning that he was following another dead-end. Then three
years ago Strife called to him. He told him that he could forestall the force
that was interfering with him. Strife gave him a spell that would call forth a
vast battery of spiritual energy as well as conjure a tome that would reveal to
him how to create an artifact capable of shattering Argoth’s chains. The
conditions were that he would have to begin this ceremony within the town of
Fallenstar, more specifically within the Moonwood Cemetery. At the back of that
graveyard is a repository of souls. Abarax’s spell will call forth these souls
for him to use to power his conjuration. After years of frustration, the day
would soon be at hand.
The energies released from the spell fill the air about him. Abarax can feel the
might of Strife swell stronger and stronger. The air before him tears open and
divulges a pair of blazing artifacts, one above the other. The top relic is a
tome. The ebon wing and crimson sword of his God adorn the volume, the Codex of
Disenthrallment. Thought it contains but seven pages, it exudes such a magical
presence that waves of force pound across against his body. Below the tome is a
cauldron brimming with luminescent froth. Souls of every shade swirl within the
metal vessel. Here is the battery that will charge Abarax’s incantation. Finally
before him is the means and might to fulfill his destiny and free his brother.
He reaches out to them but before they are safely in his grasp, a force from
above bears down on him and the relics.
At that moment, Abarax catches a glimpse of a massive figure made of moonlight
and stars. The silver entity balls up a fist twice that of a large man and
smashes the tome and cauldron. The book is blasted apart, hurling pages away in
all different directions. The spectral blow strikes cauldron next, resulting in
a similar explosion of dispersal. As the being drives both objects into the
earth you see a tremendous backlash of energy tear into the moonlit-being. The
arm that destroyed Abarax’s treasures appears charred away to a weeping stump.
The argent face blackens and melts leaving only half of its features even
recognizable. The magics flare once more and all is gone. Abarax and his band
stand alone on the Hill of Souls. Where moments before stood his fortune was now
but a smoldering crater.
The vision changes and you see a shadowy outline of grotesquely obese figure. The behemoth chuckles a low, phlegm-filled laugh. True, the Moon God did delay his minions from completing their task but they accomplished the undoing of Malice’s plots. The upside of Crodez sacrificial act was now when the Soul-Keeper’s knowledge of soul-magics is most needed, he is an invalid unable to aid those who need it. The behemoth cackles more as he see the old war ready to ignite anew and there is nothing the Moon God can do to stop it.