The old man nods with your decision. "A Time of Lost Aspirations...ahh, a fine choice to start your journey...."
He walks over to a table that you missed. Lying on it are various items. The old man picks them up and hands each item to you one by one.
"To Superevie," he begins, "I give you Armageddon's Bane." He presents the CivFanatic with an elaborately-decorated sword. The runes engraved all over the blade seem to glow.
"To Plexus...I give upon you the Heart of Emaladon." Plexus is given a golden walking stick that doubles as a weapon. What is most apparent about it, however, is the blood-red sapphire on top. It looks it can read your mind....
"To puglover," the old man continues, "your gift is the Book of Sight." An ancient, leather-bound tome is handed to puglover. What is written inside is very wise and may or may not apply to most situations.
"To naervod...I give you Man's Legacy." naervod is given a set of heavy, gold tools. "They will create for you anything you desire, and will defend you well if need be."
The gift-giving continues. "For Gengis Khan...your gift is the Assasin's Armoury." Genghis Khan puts on a long, flowing black cloak that appears to have armor underneath.
"Finally, Thrawn..." The old man looks at Thrawn's companion. "Let me speak with you a moment..." Shnare the Spider is taken aside for a few minutes. The old man appears to be telling the arachnid something that both delights and frightens him. Among what little you hear is "Are you ready?" and "This is unsettling, but I think I can do it." The old man and Shnare come back to Thrawn's side.
"Your spider friend has agreed..." says the old man. "He has agreed to join you on your quest. However, he cannot do it in his current form. Therefore..."
Suddenly the spider's body twists and changes color very rapidly. There is a bright flash, and what was once a very ugly spider is now a handsome hawk. It flies up on Thrawn's shoulder.
"Seer, as he is now known, will be able to help you in more ways than you can imagine."
"And now...now is time to begin the Journey of the ConQuest." He takes the red orb from his pouch and puts it on the pedestal. Instantly, the room grows dark.
Unseen winds whip around you....
The liquid pool writhes and spins in the winds....
Red glows from within the Gate....
The room grows red from the Gate's light....
The old man and the room dissolve in the red light....
All things are lost in your eyes....
All the world is erased....
Time to begin....
Time to begin again....
To breathe new air....
To explore limitless possibilities.