Game 45: Quest for Glory II - Won! (Part One)

...and I’m done! On the one hand things finished up pretty quickly from where I was at the end of my last post, but on the other hand I actually got a little bit stuck at one point which delayed this post quite significantly. More on that in part two of this post, let’s get down to business. I’d just finished some dodgy dealings with Signor Ferrari and Ugarte in the Blue Parrot Inn, and wasn’t exactly sure what to do next. I spent the rest of the day wandering the streets of Raseir with no particular aim, waiting for nightfall to arrive so I could go to sleep. When it came, the guards stopped me on my way to the inn to remind me that it was forbidden to be out after dark in Raseir. Thankfully they let me off this time, so I was able to go to my room for a restless night amongst the rats.


The next morning was day 28 of my adventure, and I awoke to the news that Ferrari had temporarily left the inn. “Signor Ferrari sends his regrets, but he had some rather disturbing news. He will talk to you this evening.” I’d been hoping for some sort of direction to take for the day, but instead went back out into the city hoping to set a scripted event into action. Thankfully it didn’t take long for that to happen, as I found a group of guards standing around in the Fountain Plaza. When I approached them I discovered that Ugarte was in big trouble! He called for my assistance, but the guards blocked my efforts to reach him. The guards had discovered a water bag stashed beneath Ugarte’s coat, and since it was illegal to smuggle water in Raseir, Ugarte was dragged off for punishment. Khaveen directed his words at me: “This is the fate of anyone who breaks the rules of the city. Remember this, and see that you do not suffer the same fate.”


As I continued my aimless wanderings through Raseir, a woman suddenly stuck her head out from one of the adjoining streets and called to me: “If you are truly a hero, follow me!” With my hero status on the line, I followed her into the street and then through a doorway, finding myself in a glamorously decorated room. A scantily dressed woman addressed me immediately, demanding something I never would have expected in a Quest for Glory game: “Please, you must help me. Take off your clothes.” While I wondered whether I’d mistakenly loaded up a Leisure Suit Larry game, the woman, named Zayishah, explained herself: “I must leave the city before I am forced to marry Khaveen. I have heard you are a hero. With your help, I can be out of the city before nightfall. I wish to disguise myself as you and leave with your Visa, so please, let me exchange clothes with you.” The idea of completing the rest of the game dressed in revealing women’s clothing humoured me, but before I agreed I asked Zayishah some questions. It turned out that this woman was the daughter of Emir Ali al-Din Hasan, the man that had apparently overthrown his brother Arus! Zayishah explained that situation too: “My father would never overthrow his brother, no matter what foul rumors you have heard. My father is just a puppet for Ad Avis.”


Zayishah’s hatred of Khaveen stemmed from her witnessing his torturing of prisoners, and the obvious pleasure he experienced from the atrocities. She had nothing good to say about Ad Avis either: “I fear and hate him more than Khaveen. It is he who destroyed my Uncle Arus and made Raseir the terrible place it now is. Ad Avis was my uncle’s Vizier. There are only two passions to Ad Avis: complete Power, and complete Control. He will stop at nothing to gain those.” By now I was convinced that helping Zayishah was the right thing to do, so typed “take off clothes”. (5 points) It was then revealed that Shema had actually packed a spare outfit when she’d given me clothes way back at the start of the game, which saved me the embarrassment of looking like a transvestite during the remainder of my quest for glory. Zayishah took the clothes and changed into them behind a fairly transparent piece of material. As Tricky (and me admittedly) sneaked a peak at her pixellated nudity, the woman that had drawn me to the room stared at me in disapproval.


I have to say I was a bit shocked when Zayishah suddenly took on my exact look, with even her hair and face looking exactly like mine! Magic must have been involved somehow, but no explanation was given. My now-doppelganger finally asked me for my Visa, and on receiving it showed her appreciation: “Thank you ever so much. In return for your favors, I can only give you a token. Here is my mirror. You have but to show it to any woman in the Palace and she will aid you.” (5 points) Zayishah hurried off to avoid discovery by Khaveen’s Eunuchs, leaving me to question her servant, Mayzun. I didn’t get much out of her that seemed useful until I tried to leave, at which point she gave me some advice: “If you need a place of safety in the Palace sometime, the Harem will welcome you for the aid you gave my mistress. I shall tie a veil from the battlements at night to guide you.” I left, and after wasting a bit more time around and about, made my way back to the Blue Parrot Inn to see whether Ferrari had returned.


Ferrari was back, and as soon as I entered the inn, he summoned me over. “It is a pity about our friend Ugarte, is it not? I can see you are as broken up by the affair as I am. However, it seems he asked someone the wrong questions about you. That was just a performance put on for your benefit this morning. Khaveen has known about Ugarte’s water smuggling for a long time. A most dangerous man, Khaveen. Almost as dangerous as you are.” This was all he had to say, leaving me once again with nothing to do. I have to say that the whole Raseir section of Quest for Glory II is like this, giving the player little to do while they wait for the next scripted action to take place. It would have been more enjoyable had there been a few side quests to complete or monsters to battle during the downtime. Thankfully in this instance it wasn’t long until nightfall, so I was soon sleeping with the rats again. I awakened to concerning silence in the inn. Even Ferrari wouldn’t look me in the eye, stating that it had been “a pleasure dealing with you, my dear sir.” Clearly something was afoot, and I figured I’d find out what it was soon enough.


I did find out what was up, as guards took hold of me as soon as I departed the inn: “You are under arrest for breaking the law of Raseir on this day, the 29th of the Serpent, Year of the Djinn. Come quietly, or you will be taken by force.” Shortly afterwards I was dumped in the Palace dungeons, lying flat on my face! A Katta sat cross-legged in the corner of my cell, but my initial attempts to talk with him were met with stares of suspicion. I remembered the token that Zayishah had given me, but checking my inventory showed me the only thing I still had in my possession was the pin I’d been given by the Kattas in Shapeir. I showed the pin to the Katta, and it had the desired result: “A pin like that can only be seen by a friend, such is its magic. It is Katta magic. You must be very trusted by my people to gain such a thing. Well, Katta-friend, let us escape this very dangerous place.” (7 points) The Katta’s name was Sharaf, and I asked him about escaping: “There is a concealed passageway somewhere outside this cell. I have helped others escape by passageways before, but this is the first I have been trapped in a cell. I am not easily captured.” This was very useful information, but I’d need to find a way out of the cell before I could make use of it. Thankfully I had just the tool to achieve that goal!


I quickly picked the lock with the same pin that had convinced Sharaf of my friendship, at which point the Katta followed me through to the room beyond. He showed me the large stone that needed to be removed to escape, and the two of us pushed it out of the way. I picked up all of my equipment that was on the table nearby, and crawled my way out of the Palace dungeon. As I did so, Sharaf warned me of the Underground’s plans to attack the Palace and overthrow the Emir the next night. When we were on the street leading back to the Blue Parrot Inn, he bid me good luck and scurried off. (7 points) I pondered what to do next, but my thinking was interrupted a couple of streets later when a man stepped out in front of me. A blue aura appeared around me, and then my view changed to a close up one of the man and Tricky in conversation. “Tricky, I am your friend. Remember your friend, Ad Avis. Remember my voice. Remember my face. Trust me, I am your friend.” He went on like this for a while, and it soon became clear that Tricky was completely hypnotised. “Together we seek to aid our friend, Emir Arus. I was his trusted Vizier, remember? To end the evil reign of Khaveen and restore our friend the Emir Arus, together we must go out into the desert. We must journey to the Forbidden City, and recover the magic item that will break the spell upon the Emir. We NEED to get the statue of Iblis!”


Next thing I knew Ad Avis and Tricky were standing in front of some ruins out in the desert. Ad Avis was attempting to cast some sort of magic spell on a doorway that held the image of a scorpion. Once he was done, he turned to Tricky and demanded action: “You there, try walking through the door now!” Tricky walked over to the door, but was unable to open it. “No, no, fool. Pass through it!” When that failed too, Ad Avis told Tricky to get out of the way. The villain was clearly frustrated, and trying to figure out where his plan had gone wrong: “I cannot be mistaken. My translation of the prophecy must be correct. It must be you. Of all the stupid Heroes in the world, I had to be cursed with you! What is wrong! How does it go?” Ad Avis recited the prophecy, trying to find the missing piece of the puzzle: “For one thousand years and a year, Iblis will be bound, beneath the tombstones of the city that he once did found. Then comes a Hero from the Northland led unto despair, passing through the door unopened, that he will find there. When the moonlight shines between the Dragon’s jaws, and is caught and held there by the Scorpion’s claws.” Ad Avis was convinced that the timing was right, that we were standing in front of the Forbidden City, and that I was the right Hero, but there was a problem. A rather big problem at that!


The problem Ad Avis faced was that the moon was directing its light on the wrong side of the ruins, and couldn’t possibly shine between the Scorpion’s claws and the Dragon’s teeth on the door. “I cannot be wrong. It did not say a thousand and one years and a day. No! But how can the moon be where it cannot be? You! You’re the Hero. Answer me how the moon can be between the Dragon and the Scorpion?” Suddenly it was up to me to solve the riddle, and I hadn’t been prepared for that at all. I must have waited too long to answer, as Ad Avis continued his rant: “Let me see, where is the moon now? The moon is to the southeast. But the door is facing north! The moonlight will not pass over us enough to cast light upon the door. Why is this happening to me? After all these years of planning, how can so many things go wrong? Well, Hero from the Northland, are you so powerful a magician that you can move the moon from its orbit and force it to shine on the door? Or are you so strong that you can bend light? What can you say or do that will let you pass the door?” Suddenly I knew what the answer was. The mirror! I used it to reflect the moonlight back onto the door...and it opened! (5 points) I had mixed feelings about this success. After all, I was helping the enemy!


To be continued...

Session Time: 1 hour 00 minutes
Total Time: 14 hours 30 minutes