Seit wann Mariah in Akalabeth / Sosaria / Britannia lebt ist nicht bekannt. Nachdem Lord British das System der Tugenden entwickelt hatte, siedelte sich die junge Magierin in Moonglow an. Die Tugend der Rechtschaffenheit begeisterte sie.

Der Fremde (Avatar) lernte Mariah bei seinen vierten Besuch in Britannia kennen. Da sie gerne gro�e Abenteuer erleben wollte, schlo� sie sich ihm begeistert, stellvertretend f�r die Tugend der Rechtschaffenheit, an.

(Mariah trifft den Fremden (Avatar) in Moonglow - Ultima IV)

Mariah begleitete den Fremden bis in die Tiefen der Great Stygian Abyss, wo dieser die Pr�fung zum Avatar ablegen mu�te. Nachdem er dieses geschafft hatte, verlie� sie zusammen mit den anderen Kameraden das Dungeon und ging nach Moonglow zur�ck.

Es verging einige Zeit der Ruhe, die sie f�r die Vertiefung ihres Zauberstudiums nutzte. Nachdem Lord British zu seiner Expedition in die Unterwelt aufbrach und nicht mehr von dieser zur�ck kehrte �berschlugen sich f�r sie die Ereignisse. Der Terror der Shadowlords, die Diktatur Lord Blackthorns und die Ernennung zu einen Outlaw lie�en sie vorsichtiger werden, aber Moonglow wollte sie auf gar keinen Fall verlassen.

So passierte es, das sie von einen Shadowlord gefunden wurde. Dieser verletzte sie schwer durch einen seiner magischen Pfeile. Mit letzter Kraft konnte sie zum Lycaeum fl�chten, wo sie sich von ihren Verletzungen erholen konnte.

(Mariah w�hrend ihrer Genesung im Lycaeum - Ultima V)

Als der Avatar nach Britannia zur�ck kehrte war sie sofort dazu bereit, ihm im Kampf gegen das Regime Lord Blackthorns und gegen die Shadowlords zu unterst�tzen. Nachdem die Shadowlords besiegt waren und Lord British aus seinem Gef�ngnis im Dungeon Doom befreit war, kehrte sie zum Lycaeum zur�ck. Hier setzte sie ihr Studium der Magie fort und nachdem der Great Council of Wizards gegr�ndet wurde trat sie diesem bei.

Im Jahr 155 erhielt sie vom Zigeuner Zoltan und seiner Gruppe einen kleinen Teil eines besch�digten Tabletts mit einer f�r sie unbekannten Sprache. Sie erfuhr von Zoltan, da� das Tablett von Captain Johne stammt. Dieser hoffte, das man mit dessen Hilfe die Sprache der Gargoyles erlernen kann. Jedoch wurde das Tablett w�hrend Zoltans Reise durch einen Angriff von Captain Hawkins und seinen Piraten in zwei Teile zerbrochen. Die Piraten hatten den gr��eren Teil mit sich genommen.

Als der Avatar im dritten Zeitalter der Erleuchtung wieder in Britannia eintraf, konnte Mariah, wegen ihrer Verpflichtungen dem Great Council of Wizards gegen�ber, dieses mal nicht mit ihm ziehen.

(Mariah w�hrend des Krieges der Gargoyles - Ultima VI)

Sie half dem Avatar aber bei der �bersetzung des Buches der Prophezeiungen, welches Iolo von den Gargoyles mitgenommen hatte. Daf�r stellte sie ihm den kleineren Teil des Tabletts zur Verf�gung und als dieser mit dem restlichen gr��eren Teil wieder bei ihr eintraf, �bersetzte sie ihm das Buch.

The Tale of Mariah and the Demon:

A Parable of Honesty

Above all things save one, a young mage must be curious, and so it was with Mariah. It was this curiosity that led her, in the course of her journeyman wanderings, into a certain grove that had a reputation locally as a perilous and haunted place.

She soon found that reputation warranted, when a soft, deep and not-unpleasant voice inquired, "How now, little mage, you wander far from the safe byways."

Mariah turned, and when she saw what stood there her first thought was a rather foolish pleasure that she did not start or cry out. But she quickly pushed that aside in favor of more serious concerns, for standing before her was a hugely muscled, flame-red, hairless creature, glowing softly with its own light in the forest gloom. She knew at once that it was a Daemon, one of those vicious and mighty travelers from strange and infernal realms, which sometimes stray into ours in search of blood or mischief.

"Good evening, sir," she said, and her voice shook only a little. "I hope I am not trespassing."

"Not a bit of it," said the Daemon in its soft and mocking growl, "I so seldom receive visitors, I am quite glad to see you."

Mariah had never before encountered a Daemon, but she had studied their nature. She knew that if the creature had desired violence, she would already be dead, therefore it must be planning some subtler malice.

"If it's company you seek, perhaps I can propose a diversion," Mariah said, her mind racing. She had read that certain Daemons of the subtler sort could be tempted by games of skill or chance, and she hoped thus to distract this Daemon from less pleasant amusements.

"A diversion. How delightful. What do you propose?"

"Let us play the Challenge Game."

Now the Challenge Game is an exercise that has been used by young mages for countless generations, and its nature is simply this … each contestant asks the other an abstract question on a profound or difficult matter, and the other must answer promptly, with absolute honesty. Hesitation or evasion results in loss. In this way are the players taught to face the Truth within themselves, and discern it in the words of others.

"An audacious choice," the creature chuckled. "What are the stakes?"

"My life, of course," she replied. "If you win, you take it, and if I win I keep it."

"Plainly spoken, but I expect no less from a mage. I accept, and as the challenged party, I will begin the questioning. Little mage, do you fancy yourself wise?"

This was a standard gambit, and Mariah was prepared for it. "I seek wisdom, which would be a vain endeavor if I were already wise. I have always thought myself clever, which has sufficed so far." This answer did not visibly impress the Daemon, but it did not challenge it.

Then it was her turn to ask, and she turned to a philosophical query. "Daemon, which is greater, Truth or Falsehood?"

At this the Daemon grinned, which is a terrible sight, and replied, "Truth is a mighty oak, the king of the forest. Falsehood is the tiny worm that eats away at the inside of the oak until it is toppled by an errant breeze." This was an excellent answer, and Mariah admired it even in the midst of her fear.

"Little mage," the Daemon asked, "Why did you choose this game? You are young, and I am immortal. Do you fancy your 'cleverness' might suffice against my eternal insight?"

Mariah took a slow breath and replied. "I am mortal, and my mind is my own. My Truth is my possession, and I view it at will. You are bound by your supernatural nature and must act accordingly. Your Truth is a dark room without windows or doors, and you can never see it, for it imprisons you. This is my hope, and my advantage."

Mariah could see that the Daemon disliked this answer, which was as she wished as she prepared her next question. "It is axiomatic that Truth can exist without Falsehood, but Falsehood can never exist without Truth. Tell me then, how can you hope that evil will ever win?"

The Daemon looked at her a long moment, and when it answered all trace of laughter was gone from its growl. "I will show you how," it said, and the phrase ended in a howl of rage as it raised its clawed fist and descended upon Mariah to take her head. But it is the nature of Daemons that, having once accepted a challenge, they are then bound by its terms. And even as the monster charged across the few steps separating it from Mariah, its massive form dissipated, and all that reached her was a sulfurous and unpleasantly warm puff of mist. So she returned quickly to the nearest village, and thereafter was somewhat less curious about rumors of strange happenings.

(ursprünglich von der Ultima IX - Internetseite)