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Chapter Six: Priests' Pass

'Marble, obsidian, and stone; three gates to the highest peak. Par- Acys, archmagus of good passes on the White Gem into the right side of the tri-pass. Nar-Koure, archmagus of evil passes on the Black Gem into the left side of the tri-pass. Rai-Maijis, archmagus of neutrality passes on the Gray Gem into the center of the tri-pass. I, Astinus record this to be the most dangerous and sacred act of the first age. Without fully comprehending their secrets, these three mages pass to Krynn, the key to Godhood. Astinus, 4000 P.C.'

"Par-Acys, Nar-Koure, and Rai-Maijis; the three greatest archmagus ever to live during the first age" Astinus stated as Raistlin paced around the antechamber, "each was as aspiring and ambitious as you are Majere. They were the best of friends, until the Test. After discovering that each took one of the three paths, they traveled in search of the Gray Gem. Rumored at that time to give immortality, of course, that was only half true."
"So," Raistlin began, "Rai-Maijis was the one to find the Gray Gem, and in their search, Par-Acys found the White Gem, and Nar-Koure found the Black Gem. Of course the two new gems were by accident." Astinus looked up from his recording, "Yes, and together they created the tri-pass, a pass for pilgrimages and such. Each leading to one gem, there all that made the journey alive would pray to the gem and offer thanks for the balances of life."
Raistlin only nodded in satisfaction. "Of course," Astinus began, "it wouldn't be another three and a half millennia before the priests of Istar created the Chaos Pedestal." The archmage stopped pacing and strode over to a column of chronicles. "Tell me, Astinus, where I might find this...tri-pass." Astinus ceased recording, an incident he hardly had time to practice. With grand strides, the historian picked a specific book and began to read its contents.

'The tri-pass of legends was located in what is now the heart of Istar. Through a passageway in the High Priest's antechamber, leads the Chosen to the gates thrice. Astinus, 100 P.C.'

"I am truly sorry Majere, but there is no way to uncover the three gems of balance, nor the Chaos Pedestal. They lie beneath a massive sea; no magic can reach their depths now." A similar dark smirk swept across the archmage's face. "Wrong again Astinus, I rule magic, I have entry." "What will you do" the historian frowned, "about your great nephew Majere?" "If he interferes, I will kill him. Before the inferno burning inside him can." Raistlin smiled. "I bid you good day, Astinus...Evaporis...Envisibilos..." In a wave of magic, the archmagus was gone.

Some twelve hours later, in the dead of night awakes the inner hatred of a Majere. "I can't believe he still was able to pull that on me. I gave him all the information he needed." Seraph grimaced at his foolishness. "No doubt he already knows what he must do, or find for that matter. But why did he go through the trouble of tricking me, he could have just gone to Astinus." Suddenly the answer shot through Seraph. "Damn, I forgot about Astinus! How long have I been out? Hopefully he hasn't had enough time to find the first gem, gods forbid it if he has."