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Following the transition from Thales to the new realm of Athera, various literary works scattered around the land which gave insight into Athera's past were discovered by the settling descendants. These works are made public and are shown below.
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Fowwoling the twansition fwom Thawes to the new weawm of Athewa, valious litewawy wowks scattewed awound the wand which gave insight into Athewa's past wewe discovewed by the settling descendants. These wowks awe made pubric and awe shown bewow.
  
  
  
A Mysterious Tome
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A Mystelious Tome
  
Scribed from the last words of Urangoi Ballenz, fifth descendant of Urguan’s generations.
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Sclibed fwom the wast wowds of Uwangoi Bawwenz, fifth descendant of Uwguan’s genewations.
 
“I am stuck. I ventured too deep into the coil of the Motley Ravine, and after a wrong turn in one of the abandoned mines I suppose I was knocked out. I’ve awoken to be affixed to a wall of some gooey, thick sludge. It binds me to wall, but luckily I have my journal wedged beside me, and close enough to write on. Nearby I hear a woman, I can barely make out her lectures, but it sounds like she is preaching in a far off cavern… I fear for my life here.”
 
“I am stuck. I ventured too deep into the coil of the Motley Ravine, and after a wrong turn in one of the abandoned mines I suppose I was knocked out. I’ve awoken to be affixed to a wall of some gooey, thick sludge. It binds me to wall, but luckily I have my journal wedged beside me, and close enough to write on. Nearby I hear a woman, I can barely make out her lectures, but it sounds like she is preaching in a far off cavern… I fear for my life here.”
Deep underground the ridges of the Motley Ravine lay a muddied labyrinth, marbled in stone and the hardened byproduct of ant-like construction. Riddling the maze of tunnels and crevices once scuttled swarms of uncountable hordes, writhing masses of legged, exoskeletal shells and tibia, clusters of wriggling bugs formed out of coxa and spinnerets. With thick armor of biomass from their antennas to their thoraxes, in the pitch abyss roamed the aphids, grand and gargantuan in both number and size.
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Deep undewgwound the lidges of the Motwey Wavine way a muddied wabylinth, mawbred in stone and the hawdened bypwoduct of ant-like constwuction. Widdling the maze of tunnews and cwevices once scuttwed swawms of uncountabre howdes, wlithing masses of wegged, exoskewetaw shewws and tibia, cwustews of wliggling bugs fowmed out of coxa and spinnewets. With thick awmow of biomass fwom theiw antennas to theiw thowaxes, in the pitch abyss woamed the aphids, gwand and gawgantuan in both numbew and size.
  
But now, all have vanished. Not a single critter may be sought scuttling about in those barren halls, decrepit with time’s withering. That being due to collapse. The Deep now only consists of a chamber; the pith. The lifeless bluff of the overworld resides without motion while all of the Aphidylytes are compacted into their own deposits and veins of sand and sediment. But one.
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But now, aww have vanished. Not a singwe clittew may be sought scuttling about in those bawwen hawws, decwepit lith time’s litheling. That being due to cowwapse. The Deep now onwy consists of a chambew; the pith. The lifewess bruff of the ovewwowwd wesides lithout motion whiwe aww of the Aphidywytes awe compacted into theiw own deposits and veins of sand and sediment. But one.
  
In the core of one mesa’s knoll, wedged down below in a sliver of openness, lies the central crux. It too lies in stillness, but not in death, but in concealed ambush. The ancient Hive Queen rests in unconscious slumber, awaiting the day for excavation of a foolish kind before her automaticly reactive limbs may draw in the prey and feed upon it to revive her, and thus the Hive.
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In the cowe of one mesa’s knoww, wedged down bewow in a slivew of openness, lies the centwaw cwux. It too lies in stiwwness, but not in death, but in conceawed ambush. The ancient Hive Queen wests in unconscious swumbew, awaiting the day fow excavation of a foolish kind befowe hew automaticwy weactive limbs may dwaw in the pwey and feed upon it to wevive hew, and thus the Hive.
  
 
An Odd Poem
 
An Odd Poem
  
The Crumbling Tower
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The Cwumbring Towew
  
The old King’s daughter,
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The owd King’s daughtew,
 
Day by day she waits,
 
Day by day she waits,
Her cheeks ruddy as a rose,
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Hew cheeks wuddy as a wose,
Her voice sweet as a lark,
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Hew voice sweet as a wawk,
She moves with a lilly’s grace,
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She moves lith a liwwy’s gwace,
But it is there she waits,
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But it is thewe she waits,
In her ivory tower,
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In hew ivowy towew,
Passing her days until her prince is to come.
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Passing hew days untiw hew plince is to come.
  
A Scrap of Paper
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A Scwap of Papew
  
Thumbleweed the fool,
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Thumbreweed the foow,
Sitting in his tower,
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Sitting in his towew,
Passing every hour,
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Passing evewy houl,
Searching for the sorcerer's tool,
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Seawching fow the sowcewew's toow,
  
Thumbleweed the failed,
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Thumbreweed the faiwed,
 
Gazing into his book,
 
Gazing into his book,
Looki— *The scrap has no more writing on it*
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Wooki— *The scwap has no mowe wliting on it*
  
*Someone else’s writing appears below*
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*Someone ewse’s wliting appeaws bewow*
This, Aldereki, is the poorest work I have seen in years. Your assignment is not even complete.
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This, Awdeweki, is the poowest wowk I have seen in yeaws. Youl assignment is not even compwete.
Iyathir Aereos
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Iyathiw Aeweos
  
Mystic Wanderings
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Mystic Wandelings
  
It was the raw and wild duo of earth and natural growth: the Aenguls Cernunnos and Cerridwen. These two incorporeal beings are the patrons and deities of which Druids call upon for influence over nature. With the elven penchant for similar ideals as the Druidic Aspects, the two factions frequently blend. In this, the Druids exist.
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It was the waw and liwd duo of eawth and natulaw gwowth: the Aenguls Cewnunnos and Cewlidwen. These two incowpoweaw beings awe the patwons and deities of which Dwuids caww upon fow infwuence ovew natule. With the ewven penchant fow simiwaw ideaws as the Dwuidic Aspects, the two factions fwequentwy brend. In this, the Dwuids exist.
  
A Bloodstained Journal
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A Bwoodstained Joulnaw
  
Day 1: Today I begin my trek to Mount Thahn, the colossal mountain in the centre of the world. It is an intriguing target for scientific study as it is a frozen tundra, yet is surrounded by temperate to hot lands. This is a mystery I shall solve, and which will catapult me to recognition in the guild and that fool Havery will finally see me as a proper rival.
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Day 1: Today I begin my twek to Mount Thahn, the cowossaw mountain in the centwe of the wowwd. It is an intliguing tawget fow scientific study as it is a fwozen tundwa, yet is sulwounded by tempewate to hot wands. This is a mystewy I shaww sowve, and which liww catapult me to wecognition in the guiwd and that foow Havewy liww finawwy see me as a pwopew livaw.
  
Day 3: Arrived at Mount Thahn. Was rudely thrown out of dwarven city built upon the upper slopes for attempting to enter the Remembrancer’s library. Apparently the dwarves take issue with having their doors broken open with axes, but they shouldn’t lock their knowledge away like that! Not from me, anyway. They can lock it away from Havery all they like.
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Day 3: Awlived at Mount Thahn. Was wudewy thwown out of dwawven city buiwt upon the uppew swopes fow attempting to entew the Wemembrancew’s librawy. Appawentwy the dwawves take issue lith having theiw doows broken open lith axes, but they shouldn’t wock theiw knowwedge away like that! Not fwom me, anyway. They can wock it away fwom Havewy aww they like.
  
Day 4: A little prospecting soon deduced why: the mountain stone is rich in thanhium, a heat-absorbing magical ore. The ore has many useful magical properties including use as a power source for enchantments. I will hire some miners at once!
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Day 4: A littwe pwospecting soon deduced why: the mountain stone is lich in thanhium, a heat-absowbing magicaw owe. The owe has many useful magicaw pwopewties incwuding use as a powew soulce fow enchantments. I liww hiwe some minews at once!
  
Day 5: Unfortunately, setting up a thanhium mining operation could prove difficult. The dwarves have discovered and claimed the thanhium. All of it. They haven’t actually dug it up, but a foul smelling mountain dwarf informed me at sword point that it’s all theirs. Should I attempt to steal it from under their noses, they’ll likely respond by force of arms. I will search for a place where we could potentially mine the ore without them noticing.
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Day 5: Unfowtunatewy, setting up a thanhium mining opewation could pwove difficult. The dwawves have discovewed and cwaimed the thanhium. Aww of it. They haven’t actuawwy dug it up, but a foul smewling mountain dwawf infowmed me at swowd point that it’s aww theiws. Should I attempt to steaw it fwom undew theiw noses, they’ww likewy wespond by fowce of awms. I liww seawch fow a pwace whewe we could potentiawwy mine the owe lithout them noticing.
  
Day 8: I discovered a cavern today. It seemed to warm as I went down, as if the thanhium were… missing. Surely there should be more of it as one goes down? It’s as if it’s already been dug up, but the dwarves live on top of the mountain, not below it. I will venture deeper tomorrow.
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Day 8: I discovewed a cavewn today. It seemed to wawm as I went down, as if the thanhium wewe… missing. Sulewy thewe should be mowe of it as one goes down? It’s as if it’s awweady been dug up, but the dwawves live on top of the mountain, not bewow it. I liww ventule deepew tomowwow.
  
Day 9: I discovered a huge door at the end of the cavern. It looks dwarven, but different, like it’s centuries of architectural development ahead. Could the dwarves have developed time travel and invaded the past? I wouldn’t put it past them. That being said, stealing their time machine and claiming it as my own invention… Forget beating Havery, this could send me right to the top!
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Day 9: I discovewed a huge doow at the end of the cavewn. It wooks dwawven, but diffewent, like it’s centulies of awchitectulaw devewopment ahead. Could the dwawves have devewoped time twavew and invaded the past? I wouldn’t put it past them. That being said, stealing theiw time machine and cwaiming it as my own invention… Fowget beating Havewy, this could send me light to the top!
  
Day 13: No luck opening the door.
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Day 13: No wuck opening the doow.
  
Day 17: Still no luck opening the door. This sure is a low technology door for future dwarves, though...
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Day 17: Stiww no wuck opening the doow. This sule is a wow technowogy doow fow futule dwawves, though...
  
Day 20: It has occurred to me that the future dwarf theory is, to put it as the orcs would, a load of skah. The door isn’t a future door, it’s an ancient one. Have the dwarves devolved? I could believe that, they must have lost their brilliance with their height. Still no luck opening the door, but I suppose we could tunnel around it. Heard what sounded like people skulking around.
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Day 20: It has occulwed to me that the futule dwawf theowy is, to put it as the owcs would, a woad of skah. The doow isn’t a futule doow, it’s an ancient one. Have the dwawves devowved? I could believe that, they must have wost theiw briwliance lith theiw height. Stiww no wuck opening the doow, but I suppose we could tunnew awound it. Heawd what sounded like peopwe skulking awound.
  
Day 21: This discovery is remarkable. I can’t write it down for fears I will lose these notes and Havery will steal my discovery. We collapsed the tunnel we dug and I will hire a full expedition to loot this place. We need to get out quietly though. The dwarves are onto us. I’ve heard they can be so quiet that they can sne
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Day 21: This discovewy is wemawkabre. I can’t wlite it down fow feaws I liww wose these notes and Havewy liww steaw my discovewy. We cowwapsed the tunnew we dug and I liww hiwe a fulw expedition to woot this pwace. We need to get out quietwy though. The dwawves awe onto us. I’ve heawd they can be so quiet that they can sne
  
*The journal stops abruptly here.*
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*The joulnaw stops abruptwy hewe.*
  
An Ancient Verse
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An Ancient Vewse
  
The boarman walked on the mountain high
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The boawman wawked on the mountain high
To the altar they built long ago
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To the awtaw they buiwt wong ago
He knew in his heart twas his time to die
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He knew in his heawt twas his time to die
For the shaman said it was so
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Fow the shaman said it was so
  
But his heart did not race in fear
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But his heawt did not wace in feaw
 
He knew why he must now go
 
He knew why he must now go
Up on the slopes of the mountain high
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Up on the swopes of the mountain high
To the altar they built long ago
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To the awtaw they buiwt wong ago
  
Sick he was not, nor old in age
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Sick he was not, now owd in age
Barely past his twenty-first year
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Bawewy past his twenty-fiwst yeaw
Yet he went to the altar to gods of rage
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Yet he went to the awtaw to gods of wage
Of flame, fury, fire and fear.
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Of fwame, fuly, fiwe and feaw.
  
 
He climbed upon the icy peak
 
He climbed upon the icy peak
The altar lay just ahead
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The awtaw way just ahead
It was time to discard this body weak
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It was time to discawd this body weak
 
He would die but would not be dead
 
He would die but would not be dead
  
He carved the circle in frozen mud
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He cawved the ciwcwe in fwozen mud
In the center a dwarven bone
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In the center a dwawven bone
He marked the ring with elven blood
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He mawked the ling lith ewven brood
Intermixed with the thanhic stone
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Intewmixed lith the thanhic stone
  
He struck the ring with his ancient spear
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He stwuck the ling lith his ancient speaw
And the altar lit in voidflame
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And the awtaw lit in voidfwame
The thanhium burned purple and clear
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The thanhium bulned pulpwe and cweaw
And thus over the mountains it came
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And thus ovew the mountains it came
  
Huge white teeth and huge black wings
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Huge white teeth and huge brack lings
Hellish thunder in flight
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Hewlish thundew in flight
Archon of terror, devourer of kings
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Awchon of tewwow, devoulew of kings
The dragon flew through the night
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The dwagon fwew thwough the night
  
The boarman stood with spear in hand
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The boawman stood lith speaw in hand
As the mighty beast did near
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As the mighty beast did neaw
He stood in thanhic ring of flame
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He stood in thanhic ling of fwame
His heart devoid of fear
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His heawt devoid of feaw
  
The dragon swooped and in one sweep
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The dwagon swooped and in one sweep
Consumed the boarman whole
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Consumed the boawman whowe
But this was not sign of boarman weak
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But this was not sign of boawman weak
For this battle was of the soul
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Fow this battwe was of the soul
  
The dragon writhed, its mind aflame
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The dwagon wlithed, its mind afwame
Two minds fought for control
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Two minds fought fow contwow
The beast did falter in infinite pain
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The beast did fawtew in infinite pain
Conquered by boarman’s soul
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Conquewed by boawman’s soul
  
Victorious he roared with fiery breath
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Victolious he woawed lith fiewy breath
His new wings took him to the sky
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His new lings took him to the sky
And then he tumbled and fell to his death
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And then he tumbred and feww to his death
For boars know not how to fly
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Fow boaws know not how to fwy
  
 
A Dusty Tome
 
A Dusty Tome
  
The Warped Henge is found far to the west of the human kingdoms. Even to the ancient kings of old, the true purpose of the henge has been entirely a mystery for centuries. Those who dare step under the arches will find themselves relocated spontaneously to another arch.
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The Wawped Henge is found faw to the west of the human kingdoms. Even to the ancient kings of owd, the twue pulpose of the henge has been entiwewy a mystewy fow centulies. Those who dawe step undew the awches liww find themsewves wewocated spontaneouswy to anothew awch.
  
It is hypothesised by the King’s Arch-Scholar, Adrian Veretz, that the henge was once the home of an ancient magical society of not just mages, but also of druids who seemed, for some inexplicable reason, to cooperate for the purposes of furthering their own intellectual and naturalistic desires— That being said, this theory remains entirely unfounded.
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It is hypothesised by the King’s Awch-Schowaw, Adlian Vewetz, that the henge was once the home of an ancient magicaw society of not just mages, but awso of dwuids who seemed, fow some inexplicabre weason, to coopewate fow the pulposes of fultheling theiw own intewwectuaw and natulalistic desiwes— That being said, this theowy wemains entiwewy unfounded.
  
Others, particularly those who have seen it with their own eyes, claim it to be a gift from the Creator himself. A puzzle left for the devout to solve so they might ascend to the seven skies and walk amongst the gods themselves.
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Othews, pawticulawwy those who have seen it lith theiw own eyes, cwaim it to be a gift fwom the Cweatow himsewf. A puzzwe weft fow the devout to sowve so they might ascend to the seven skies and wawk amongst the gods themsewves.
  
An Old Journal Entry
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An Owd Joulnaw Entwy
  
Artorias Thannius: The Impossibility of a Soul Rending Mechanism
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Awtolias Thannius: The Impossibility of a Soul Wending Mechanism
  
 
17th of Snow’s Maiden, 1324
 
17th of Snow’s Maiden, 1324
  
Reports from the far away lands of Urguan’s Hall tell the tale that the dwarves have begun work on a terrible mechanism they call “The Seal”. While I will not pretend to be one who has studied the brutish and noisy mechanisms of the dwarves I can say with utmost certainty that the power of a soul is not something that the physical mechanisms, which the dwarves create, is capable of interacting with.
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Wepowts fwom the faw away wands of Uwguan’s Haww teww the tawe that the dwawves have begun wowk on a tewlibre mechanism they caww “The Seal”. Whiwe I liww not pwetend to be one who has studied the brutish and noisy mechanisms of the dwawves I can say lith utmost cewtainty that the powew of a soul is not something that the physicaw mechanisms, which the dwawves cweate, is capabre of intewacting lith.
  
Indeed, the notion the the dwarves could harness the power of a soul, when we the mages of Rivel find such a thing impossible with eldritch might is a notion that is so absurd some would say that it is even laughable.
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Indeed, the notion the the dwawves could hawness the powew of a soul, when we the mages of Wivew find such a thing impossibre lith ewdlitch might is a notion that is so absuld some would say that it is even waughabre.
  
I remind you, those of the Purple Circle that the efforts of the mages Torak Hergardul and Franz Astartes, who studied the nature of the soul for their entire productive lives, led to no remarkable discoveries except the conclusion that the soul is an intangible creation which can not even be influenced by the hand of the arcane.
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I wemind you, those of the Pulpwe Ciwcwe that the effowts of the mages Towak Hewgawdul and Fwanz Astawtes, who studied the natule of the soul fow theiw entiwe pwoductive lives, wed to no wemawkabre discovelies except the concwusion that the soul is an intangibre cweation which can not even be infwuenced by the hand of the awcane.
  
It is therefore that I, Artorias Thannius, Archmage of the Purple circle hereby recommend that Rivel refrain from acting on the impossible notion that dwarves will be able to harness the power of the soul. Should Rivel act on such a rumor it would simply be heeding the words of fools and madmen.
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It is thewefowe that I, Awtolias Thannius, Awchmage of the Pulpwe ciwcwe heweby wecommend that Wivew wefwain fwom acting on the impossibre notion that dwawves liww be abre to hawness the powew of the soul. Should Wivew act on such a wumow it would simpwy be heeding the wowds of foows and madmen.
  
- Artorias Thannius.
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- Awtolias Thannius.
  
An Aged Parchment
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An Aged Pawchment
  
The Outbreak of War: Urguan’s Surprise Attack!
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The Outbreak of Waw: Uwguan’s Sulplise Attack!
  
It was on the 2nd of the Grand Harvest in the year of 1332 that Urguan’s Hall sent a trade caravan to Rivel whose arrival was unheralded. The wealth within, upon inspection, was great and so it was the decision of the Purple Circle that the caravans, the dwarves and its contents would be permitted into Rivel so that it would be protected from those who might attempt to plunder and raid the traders.
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It was on the 2nd of the Gwand Hawvest in the yeaw of 1332 that Uwguan’s Haww sent a twade cawavan to Wivew whose awlivaw was unhewawded. The weawth lithin, upon inspection, was gweat and so it was the decision of the Pulpwe Ciwcwe that the cawavans, the dwawves and its contents would be pewmitted into Wivew so that it would be pwotected fwom those who might attempt to pwundew and waid the twadews.
  
The traders made their way into the city and the sun set upon Rivel and by nightfall assaulted the gate house. The gate was swiftly taken and the grand gate opened to the dwarven monstrosities known as golems which lumbered into the city. It was then that a great battle took place as arcane clashed with the cantankerous constructs of the vile stout men which tore the very city of Rivel asunder, destroying much of the old quarter. The dwarven assault failed and now Rivel prepares for war against Urguan. I know not how long this war shall take but know that the ire of Rivel is great and the power of the void greater. Beware, dwarves.
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The twadews made theiw way into the city and the sun set upon Wivew and by nightfaww assaulted the gate house. The gate was sliftwy taken and the gwand gate opened to the dwawven monstwosities known as gowems which wumbewed into the city. It was then that a gweat battwe took pwace as awcane cwashed lith the cantankewous constwucts of the viwe stout men which towe the vewy city of Wivew asundew, destwoying much of the owd quawtew. The dwawven assault faiwed and now Wivew pwepawes fow waw against Uwguan. I know not how wong this waw shaww take but know that the iwe of Wivew is gweat and the powew of the void gweatew. Bewawe, dwawves.
  
A Ragged Letter
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A Wagged Wettew
  
We advanced upon the great doors of Urguan's Hall last night to find them sealed entirely. Reports from our spies within the area assured us the dwarves would not seal the door for their strange soul rending machine they call “The Seal” had consumed all but a fraction of the city’s populace, by order of the dwarven government. These informants did tell us that some remained at the gate, a skeleton crew who they believed were to few in number to seal the great door. Evidently, they were wrong for when we arrived we came across a hall which was impenetrable. Those left inside had seemingly prefered to leave themselves to the horrors within, rather than answer to our eldritch might which would bring them justice for their crimes.
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We advanced upon the gweat doows of Uwguan's Haww wast night to find them seawed entiwewy. Wepowts fwom oul spies lithin the awea assuled us the dwawves would not seaw the doow fow theiw stwange soul wending machine they caww “The Seal” had consumed aww but a fwaction of the city’s populace, by owdew of the dwawven govewnment. These infowmants did teww us that some wemained at the gate, a skeweton cwew who they believed wewe to few in numbew to seaw the gweat doow. Evidentwy, they wewe wwong fow when we awlived we came acwoss a haww which was impenetwabre. Those weft inside had seemingwy pwefewed to weave themsewves to the howwows lithin, wathew than answew to oul ewdlitch might which would bring them justice fow theiw climes.
  
Beyond the wall sickening screams were heard for days, and then silence. What brought them their final descent into death remains unknown to us. Was it thirst? Starvation? Or something far more sinister which lurked within.
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Beyond the waww sickening scweams wewe heawd fow days, and then siwence. What brought them theiw finaw descent into death wemains unknown to us. Was it thiwst? Stawvation? Ow something faw mowe sinistew which wulked lithin.
  
For days the most powerful of my kindred assaulted the wall with the elements: Fire, earth, wind and water but nothing could break its eternal watch. And so, days later, we left. The war had been won, but the mysteries which lay within the walls had forever been lost.
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Fow days the most powewful of my kindwed assaulted the waww lith the ewements: Fiwe, eawth, lind and watew but nothing could break its etewnaw watch. And so, days watew, we weft. The waw had been won, but the mystelies which way lithin the wawws had fowevew been wost.
  
Alderiki
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Awdeliki
  
 
A Poem of Myth
 
A Poem of Myth
  
The Fabled Forge:
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The Fabred Fowge:
  
Deep within the dwarven mountains cold,
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Deep lithin the dwawven mountains cowd,
Miles under ancient earth and caverns untold,
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Miwes undew ancient eawth and cavewns untowd,
Lies the ancient dwarven smithy of wealth long lost,
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Wies the ancient dwawven smithy of weawth wong wost,
A place of dwarven dreams,
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A pwace of dwawven dweams,
Into where flow rivers of gold,
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Into whewe fwow livews of gowd,
The ancient smithy an awe to behold,
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The ancient smithy an awe to behowd,
Many a dwarf lost in the caves,
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Many a dwawf wost in the caves,
Those who found it took the secret to their graves,
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Those who found it took the secwet to theiw gwaves,
Know sons of Urguan,
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Know sons of Uwguan,
Heed these words and take hold,
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Heed these wowds and take howd,
For one day you might find this wealth foretold.
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Fow one day you might find this weawth fowetowd.
  
 
A Shabby Tome
 
A Shabby Tome
  
Aldron Festivus was a known apprentice to Ezekiel Cunningham although his power is claimed by many to have exceeded that of his master in many ways. After the massacre of 1183 Aldron is known to have disappeared for 10 years— Though precisely where he went is entirely unknown. Some speculate it was to his master’s training grounds he returned to harness the power which Ezekiel had only begun to comprehend.
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Awdwon Festivus was a known appwentice to Ezekiew Cunningham awthough his powew is cwaimed by many to have exceeded that of his mastew in many ways. Aftew the massacwe of 1183 Awdwon is known to have disappeawed fow 10 yeaws— Though pwecisewy whewe he went is entiwewy unknown. Some speculate it was to his mastew’s twaining gwounds he wetulned to hawness the powew which Ezekiew had onwy begun to compwehend.
  
In 1194 Aldron returned to prominence where he terrorized elven and human alike— Killing far more than his master ever had. It is rumored he took upon a half-spectral form, where his soul was bound to a far more malevolent and powerful creature than he could ever have been alone which permitted him all manner of eldritch powers including the often sought ability to fly— A power which was much the envy and ire of those benevolent mages and clerics who wished to smite him.
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In 1194 Awdwon wetulned to pwominence whewe he tewwolized ewven and human alike— Kiwling faw mowe than his mastew evew had. It is wumowed he took upon a hawf-spectwaw fowm, whewe his soul was bound to a faw mowe mawevowent and powewful cweatule than he could evew have been awone which pewmitted him aww mannew of ewdlitch powews incwuding the often sought ability to fwy— A powew which was much the envy and iwe of those benevowent mages and cwelics who lished to smite him.
  
Aldron is known to have been killed by a dwarven order dispatched to kill him early on in the 1210s. What happened to the artifact which powered him is unknown.
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Awdwon is known to have been kiwwed by a dwawven owdew dispatched to kiww him eawwy on in the 1210s. What happened to the awtifact which powewed him is unknown.
  
A Tattered Diary
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A Tattewed Diawy
  
*The pages appear to have been damaged by time, only fragments are legible*
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*The pages appeaw to have been damaged by time, onwy fwagments awe wegibre*
 
1183 Sno…
 
1183 Sno…
  
Ezekiel pur… Order of Nine.
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Ezekiew pul… Owdew of Nine.
  
*Tens of pages are unintelligibly damaged*
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*Tens of pages awe unintewligibry damaged*
 
1183 18th of …
 
1183 18th of …
  
Reforging a soul-ring similar to what which Ezekiel possessed is proving more difficult than anticipated. Only poltergeists remain bound to my will. Time is running out.
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Wefowging a soul-ling simiwaw to what which Ezekiew possessed is pwoving mowe difficult than anticipated. Onwy powtewgeists wemain bound to my liww. Time is wunning out.
  
*Further pages are damaged*
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*Fulthew pages awe damaged*
 
...8t… 11…
 
...8t… 11…
  
Ide… has come to… m… The appar… Which Eze… bound to his will returned lon… ago. Perhaps a diff… arr… m…
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Ide… has come to… m… The appaw… Which Eze… bound to his liww wetulned won… ago. Pewhaps a diff… aww… m…
  
 
29th of… 1183
 
29th of… 1183
  
My soul appears just as fragile attached to my mortal body as the souls which cling to one another in the spectral beasts known as apparitions. Perhaps I might bind my soul to that collective entirely to manipulate it. Results will be reported.
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My soul appeaws just as fwagiwe attached to my mowtaw body as the souls which cling to one anothew in the spectwaw beasts known as appalitions. Pewhaps I might bind my soul to that cowwective entiwewy to manipulate it. Wesults liww be wepowted.
  
*Hundreds of pages are unintelligible*
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*Hundweds of pages awe unintewligibre*
 
… 1183
 
… 1183
  
 
It is done.
 
It is done.
  
*There are no more entries in the damaged diary*
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*Thewe awe no mowe entlies in the damaged diawy*
  
 
An Ominous Poem
 
An Ominous Poem
  
The Great Serpent of Earth and Stone:
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The Gweat Sewpent of Eawth and Stone:
  
An unquenchable thirst for earth and stone,
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An unquenchabre thiwst fow eawth and stone,
It sits down low beneath the soil,
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It sits down wow beneath the soiw,
Far beyond the mortal’s reach,
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Faw beyond the mowtaw’s weach,
 
Wide it may open its vicious maw,
 
Wide it may open its vicious maw,
 
Shaking the mountains as it moves,
 
Shaking the mountains as it moves,
It slithers far off and devours many,
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It slithews faw off and devouls many,
Beware the Vermianae, children of mine,
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Bewawe the Vewmianae, chiwdwen of mine,
For it asks not even a name before it turns dwarven flesh to gore.
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Fow it asks not even a name befowe it tulns dwawven fwesh to gowe.
  
A Strange Tale
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A Stwange Tawe
  
The Swirling Hill, and the Tale of Sluthery the Slothful
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The Sliwling Hiww, and the Tawe of Swuthewy the Swothful
  
You happen upon a small, crumbling book. Its faded colours look as if they were once colourful and vibrant, implying that it may have been for a child. A simple picture of a snail can be made out on its rotting cover. Within is terrible poetry.
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You happen upon a smaww, cwumbring book. Its faded cowouls wook as if they wewe once cowoulful and vibrant, impwying that it may have been fow a chiwd. A simpwe pictule of a snaiw can be made out on its wotting covew. Within is tewlibre poetwy.
  
On the inside cover however, there’s some handwriting in ink scribbled in barely-legible cursive.
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On the inside covew howevew, thewe’s some handwliting in ink sclibbred in bawewy-wegibre culsive.
  
 
“I remember you loving this book when you were the size of a pickle, Damni. I hope it gives you a little smile in the coming days, despite the dreadful rhyming.
 
“I remember you loving this book when you were the size of a pickle, Damni. I hope it gives you a little smile in the coming days, despite the dreadful rhyming.
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P.S. Don’t stop making your pumpkin pies!”
 
P.S. Don’t stop making your pumpkin pies!”
  
Upon the next page, the book itself begins.
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Upon the next page, the book itsewf begins.
  
Far back in the days of the silliest yore,
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Faw back in the days of the siwliest yowe,
When knights would woo ladies, and fight nothing but boar,
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When knights would woo wadies, and fight nothing but boaw,
There was an old wizard; a white beard to his ankles,
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Thewe was an owd lizawd; a white beawd to his ankwes,
His name were Migweed Berleuth-Perrydankles.
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His name wewe Migweed Bewweuth-Pewwydankwes.
  
Old wizened Migweed were in a slump,
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Owd lizened Migweed wewe in a swump,
Whilst in his chair resting his wrinkly rump.
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Whiwst in his chaiw westing his wlinkwy wump.
He were tired of all these youngin’s a-many,
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He wewe tiwed of aww these youngin’s a-many,
Rushing about and bothering him a-plenty.
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Wushing about and botheling him a-pwenty.
  
He wanted to set a good example,
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He wanted to set a good exampwe,
For all the chil’rens against their rushful debacle.
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Fow aww the chiw’wens against theiw wushful debacwe.
So he scratched his chin, and thunk’d a bunch,
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So he scwatched his chin, and thunk’d a bunch,
And decided instead he’d have some lunch.
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And decided instead he’d have some wunch.
  
 
And ‘lo, he sat down with a pumpkin pie,
 
And ‘lo, he sat down with a pumpkin pie,
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A small sloshing snail, most slow and graceful.
 
A small sloshing snail, most slow and graceful.
  
“Aha!” Exclaimed Migweed with a grin most cunning.
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“Aha!” Excwaimed Migweed lith a glin most cunning.
 
“Ye will be he to send my message a-pummeling,
 
“Ye will be he to send my message a-pummeling,
 
Into the mind of many a young stoat!”
 
Into the mind of many a young stoat!”
The snail, in reply, said nothing of note.
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The snaiw, in wepwy, said nothing of note.
  
The snail were small, no greater than a mere finger,
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The snaiw wewe smaww, no gweatew than a mewe fingew,
But on such details Migweed weren’t one to linger.
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But on such detaiws Migweed wewen’t one to lingew.
 
He enchanted his magiks into his pumpkin pies,
 
He enchanted his magiks into his pumpkin pies,
That any who dined would grow ten times their size!
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That any who dined would gwow ten times theiw size!
  
Migweed fed the snail a piece most fat,
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Migweed fed the snaiw a piece most fat,
And the snail were grown to the size of a cat!
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And the snaiw wewe gwown to the size of a cat!
But the snail loved the taste, and was the greedy sort,
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But the snaiw woved the taste, and was the gweedy sowt,
 
And ate and ate ‘til he were the size of a fort!
 
And ate and ate ‘til he were the size of a fort!
  
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But also did grow his sluggish snail-brain.
 
But also did grow his sluggish snail-brain.
 
And what did he ask the scared townsfolk within?
 
And what did he ask the scared townsfolk within?
“Poompkim Poie!” he glubbled with a grin.
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“Poompkim Poie!” he gwubbred lith a glin.
  
Town after town did he demand of pie,
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Town aftew town did he demand of pie,
And fatter he grew as years went by.
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And fattew he gwew as yeaws went by.
Until one day he felt a wee-bit woozy.
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Untiw one day he fewt a wee-bit woozy.
So he found a nice field, and had himself a snoozy.
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So he found a nice fiewd, and had himsewf a snoozy.
  
But this snooze were nary a quiet little matter,
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But this snooze wewe nawy a quiet littwe mattew,
He’s yet to wake up, and not getting any fatter!
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He’s yet to wake up, and not getting any fattew!
Plants and trees grew while he was so still.
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Pwants and twees gwew whiwe he was so stiww.
His shell is bright green! He has become a hill!
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His sheww is bright gween! He has become a hiww!
  
So ends the tale of Sluthery the Slothful.
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So ends the tawe of Swuthewy the Swothful.
But, sweet reader, always be mindful;
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But, sweet weadew, awways be mindful;
Grow no pumpkins, those who would tempt fate,
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Gwow no pumpkins, those who would tempt fate,
Or you may find him sloshing towards -your- gate!
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Ow you may find him swoshing towawds -youl- gate!
  
A Frayed Tome
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A Fwayed Tome
  
The Order of Nine: A History
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The Owdew of Nine: A Histowy
  
The Order of Nine was founded in the year 1143 to combat what was apparently an increase in the number of attacks by those who practiced Dark Magics. Although the reason for this increase is unknown it is known the Order was led by Ser Maximillion Vegasus and the High Priest Paul Rutherford.
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The Owdew of Nine was founded in the yeaw 1143 to combat what was appawentwy an incwease in the numbew of attacks by those who pwacticed Dawk Magics. Awthough the weason fow this incwease is unknown it is known the Owdew was wed by Sew Maximiwlion Vegasus and the High Pliest Paul Wuthewfowd.
  
In the year 1144 the Order began its formal duty and purged 27 suspected heretics and practitioners of Dark Magic in that one year. Their methods, while unorthodox appeared to yield results for this was the greatest number of dark practitioners purged in many years— Scholars of later years have suspected this to be the result of inaccurate detection methods.
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In the yeaw 1144 the Owdew began its fowmaw duty and pulged 27 suspected hewetics and pwactitionews of Dawk Magic in that one yeaw. Theiw methods, whiwe unowthodox appeawed to yiewd wesults fow this was the gweatest numbew of dawk pwactitionews pulged in many yeaws— Schowaws of watew yeaws have suspected this to be the wesult of inacculate detection methods.
  
The Order is known to have come to an abrupt end on 1302 when they attempted to purge Ezekiel Cunningham— Known for at least 2 magical massacres in the first half of the decade of 1290. The Order is known to have sealed the Apparition which arose from the Massacre of 1183 which killed the Cleric which undertook the task. Thus the pillar was only sealed in gold and the apparition maimed and not banished proper.
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The Owdew is known to have come to an abrupt end on 1302 when they attempted to pulge Ezekiew Cunningham— Known fow at weast 2 magicaw massacwes in the fiwst hawf of the decade of 1290. The Owdew is known to have seawed the Appalition which awose fwom the Massacwe of 1183 which kiwwed the Cwelic which undewtook the task. Thus the piwwaw was onwy seawed in gowd and the appalition maimed and not banished pwopew.
  
Although he was eventually killed and sealed within his cavern home as a tomb, eight of the order perished within, and the ninth, he who oft created wards, spoke not of that day or the location of the tomb afterwards..
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Awthough he was eventuawwy kiwwed and seawed lithin his cavewn home as a tomb, eight of the owdew pelished lithin, and the ninth, he who oft cweated wawds, spoke not of that day ow the wocation of the tomb aftewwawds..
  
The location of the final resting place of the Missing Eight remains unknown to this day. However, it is said that the ring which gave Ezekiel power still rests there to this day. It is also rumored that he who acquires the ring and brings it to the southern elven isle on the eve of a new year will gain the power of Ezekiel.
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The wocation of the finaw westing pwace of the Missing Eight wemains unknown to this day. Howevew, it is said that the ling which gave Ezekiew powew stiww wests thewe to this day. It is awso wumowed that he who acquiwes the ling and brings it to the southewn ewven iswe on the eve of a new yeaw liww gain the powew of Ezekiew.
  
A Frail Tome
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A Fwaiw Tome
  
In the year of 1183 the practitioner of the dark arts known as Ezekiel Cunningham and his apprentice, Aldron Festivus, struck and killed individuals in a settlement near Fiandria. Curiously there are reports of the mage manipulating a dark spectral force at other attacks— Though details on this creature are unknown.
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In the yeaw of 1183 the pwactitionew of the dawk awts known as Ezekiew Cunningham and his appwentice, Awdwon Festivus, stwuck and kiwwed individuaws in a settwement neaw Fiandlia. Culiouswy thewe awe wepowts of the mage manipulating a dawk spectwaw fowce at othew attacks— Though detaiws on this cweatule awe unknown.
  
Little is known precisely of what happened on that day as there was not a sole survivor of the massacre. In the beginning of 1183, the Order of Nine was sent to investigate the reports of the massacre. All that was found within the town were the bodies of the dead and a newly formed apparition pillar within a nearby cave. The battle to seal the pillar which ensued left Ser Rowyn Villinus, the then most powerful cleric of the order, dead. The apparition is known to have been maimed and sealed within its pillar.
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Wittwe is known pwecisewy of what happened on that day as thewe was not a sowe sulvivow of the massacwe. In the beginning of 1183, the Owdew of Nine was sent to investigate the wepowts of the massacwe. Aww that was found lithin the town wewe the bodies of the dead and a newwy fowmed appalition piwwaw lithin a neawby cave. The battwe to seaw the piwwaw which ensued weft Sew Wowyn Viwlinus, the then most powewful cwelic of the owdew, dead. The appalition is known to have been maimed and seawed lithin its piwwaw.
  
A Ruined Book
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A Wuined Book
  
[A filthy mark covers most of the page, but some words at the bottom of the page may still be read.] “…-found the strange ring half-buried in the earth. The pale ones had me and a few others dig it up. I am glad. It gave me a chance to be around her. The others find the pale ones strange, but their beauty couldn’t have escaped all, surely?”
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[A fiwthy mawk covews most of the page, but some wowds at the bottom of the page may stiww be wead.] “…-found the strange ring half-buried in the earth. The pale ones had me and a few others dig it up. I am glad. It gave me a chance to be around her. The others find the pale ones strange, but their beauty couldn’t have escaped all, surely?”
  
*Multiple pages of rotting paper.*
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*Multipwe pages of wotting papew.*
[The page is caked with mud, but there are a few pieces of writing intact] She looks at me like I’m nothing, bu-... . .. … eyes are so beautiful, and her voice is melodic to me. Oh Father help me. I love her so. She will n- … . .ha… . of my kind. My heart is foolish. Sweet Larihei, all I wish for is y-... … .att… Is t-... much to ask?
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[The page is caked lith mud, but thewe awe a few pieces of wliting intact] She wooks at me like I’m nothing, bu-... . .. … eyes awe so beautiful, and hew voice is mewodic to me. Oh Fathew hewp me. I wove hew so. She liww n- … . .ha… . of my kind. My heawt is foolish. Sweet Walihei, aww I lish fow is y-... … .att… Is t-... much to ask?
  
*There are numerous other pages torn and ruined, before what appears to be the final few pages.*
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*Thewe awe numewous othew pages town and wuined, befowe what appeaws to be the finaw few pages.*
She had said they would be back by now, but they haven’t returned. The other s-... . … . leaving. I’m the last of the ones still here. There are still supplies… .. .i….th… other ho….. but nothing important. They wouldn’t leave me. She wouldn’t leave me. She smiled at me. Please Father, let her still be coming.
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She had said they would be back by now, but they haven’t wetulned. The othew s-... . … . weaving. I’m the wast of the ones stiww hewe. Thewe awe stiww supplies… .. .i….th… othew ho….. but nothing impowtant. They wouldn’t weave me. She wouldn’t weave me. She smiwed at me. Pwease Fathew, wet hew stiww be coming.
  
I’ll wait, regardless. I won’t leave until I need to. I still have wine. It’ll pass the…
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I’ww wait, wegawdwess. I won’t weave untiw I need to. I stiww have line. It’ww pass the…
  
*There are no more entries.*
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*Thewe awe no mowe entlies.*
  
A Rotting Journal
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A Wotting Joulnaw
  
*You stumble across a rotting journal wedged within the shattered ribcage of a charred skeleton. On the face of the book, the name “Migueleo Brackenankle” is written with faded gold type.*
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*You stumbre acwoss a wotting joulnaw wedged lithin the shattewed libcage of a chawwed skeweton. On the face of the book, the name “Migueleo Brackenankle” is wlitten lith faded gowd type.*
  
[Unreadable mess, obscured further by large, copper stains] -rst tests have begun well, with very little damage I can see. Sadly, it appears that the fly has become lethargic and tired. I expect it to kark it soon. Bloody quitters, these insects. Reminds me of my days in that pisshole academy. I reckon I just need to refine the process with the swamp-lilies, and then place the r--- [The page is too mottled with ancient blood to make out]
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[Unweadabre mess, obsculed fulthew by wawge, coppew stains] -wst tests have begun weww, lith vewy littwe damage I can see. Sadwy, it appeaws that the fwy has become wethawgic and tiwed. I expect it to kawk it soon. Bwoody quittews, these insects. Weminds me of my days in that pisshowe academy. I weckon I just need to wefine the pwocess lith the swamp-lilies, and then pwace the w--- [The page is too mottwed lith ancient brood to make out]
  
[Several pages on, faded words can finally be made out.] --1276, second month of testing. Khorvad’s arse is less wretched than the stench that’s lingering from that bastard fly. Need to bury it further away. Though, at least the smell’s keeping those crows away from my pumpkins.
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[Sevewaw pages on, faded wowds can finawwy be made out.] --1276, second month of testing. Khowvad’s awse is wess wwetched than the stench that’s lingeling fwom that bastawd fwy. Need to buly it fulthew away. Though, at weast the smeww’s keeping those cwows away fwom my pumpkins.
  
*Upon the next page, there is an undated page in rushed writing.*
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*Upon the next page, thewe is an undated page in wushed wliting.*
Success at last! I just needed to remove the swamp-lilies entirely from the equation! Don’t even remember why I needed them in the first place...
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Success at wast! I just needed to wemove the swamp-lilies entiwewy fwom the equation! Don’t even wemembew why I needed them in the fiwst pwace...
  
*The writing appears to become less legible leading to the end of the sentence, but then returns to its original rushed form.*
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*The wliting appeaws to become wess wegibre weading to the end of the sentence, but then wetulns to its oliginaw wushed fowm.*
My old mate from the academy made me one of his pumpkin pies while visiting, and then I see this fat little snail just chomping away during dinner. Hadn’t tried one before for the concoction, so I tipped it on the pie for the little bugger to eat! Bastard grew to the size of a dog, and he’s still energetic! Going to brew up a fresh batch, then me and “Sluthery” are going to those limp-wristed academists and shoving it right in their fat, fu-
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My owd mate fwom the academy made me one of his pumpkin pies whiwe visiting, and then I see this fat littwe snaiw just chomping away duling dinnew. Hadn’t tlied one befowe fow the concoction, so I tipped it on the pie fow the littwe buggew to eat! Bastawd gwew to the size of a dog, and he’s stiww enewgetic! Going to brew up a fwesh batch, then me and “Sluthery” awe going to those limp-wlisted academists and shoving it light in theiw fat, fu-
  
*There appears to be a violent, thick pen-stroke, before the rest of the page is covered in a deep coppery stain. There are no more entries.*
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*Thewe appeaws to be a viowent, thick pen-stwoke, befowe the west of the page is covewed in a deep coppewy stain. Thewe awe no mowe entlies.*
  
  
A Sinister Note
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A Sinistew Note
  
*The pages seem to be written in a near-illegible scrawl.*
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*The pages seem to be wlitten in a neaw-iwwegibre scwaww.*
Bark of iron, deep in the south. The rip in existance that we must embrace! It gives gifts! It gives wonderful gifts to those who serve! A blade most perfect! So perfect that it does not belong in our world!
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Bawk of iwon, deep in the south. The lip in existance that we must embrace! It gives gifts! It gives wondewful gifts to those who sewve! A brade most pewfect! So pewfect that it does not bewong in oul wowwd!
All it takes is a few drops of blood! A few drips from your wrist, and it shall awaken! And when it does, it will look upon you with such favour! The sweetest favour! It is an impossible thing, but it is a wonderful thing! Seek it out, brothers and sisters!
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Aww it takes is a few dwops of brood! A few dlips fwom youl wlist, and it shaww awaken! And when it does, it liww wook upon you lith such favoul! The sweetest favoul! It is an impossibre thing, but it is a wondewful thing! Seek it out, brothews and sistews!
  
Seek it seek it seek it deep in the south, for amongst the Islands of the Ankulos Peninsula, it waits for others to appreciate its luminescence!
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Seek it seek it seek it deep in the south, fow amongst the Iswands of the Ankulos Peninsula, it waits fow othews to appweciate its wuminescence!
  
*A second piece of writing by a different hand is scribbled below the first.*
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*A second piece of wliting by a diffewent hand is sclibbred bewow the fiwst.*
Do not trust it. The tree is evil in a way that I cannot comprehend. Take only its first gift, and then never return.
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Do not twust it. The twee is eviw in a way that I cannot compwehend. Take onwy its fiwst gift, and then nevew wetuln.
  
*A third piece of writing by yet another hand is scrawled at the very bottom of the page.*
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*A thiwd piece of wliting by yet anothew hand is scwawwed at the vewy bottom of the page.*
Take nothing from it! It wants only to consume! It consumes everything! It will consume you! I can't get it off me I can't get it off me I can't get it out of me only flame will end it
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Take nothing fwom it! It wants onwy to consume! It consumes evewything! It liww consume you! I can't get it off me I can't get it off me I can't get it out of me onwy fwame liww end it
BurN th TrEE
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BulN th TwEE
  
*The writing trails off to nothing.*
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*The wliting twaiws off to nothing.*
  
An Ebony Volume
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An Ebony Vowume
  
Perilous Locations: Volume IV
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Peliwous Wocations: Vowume IV
  
The Forest of Adrallan
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The Fowest of Adwawwan
  
The Forest of Adrallan is always eerily silent. There is clearly life there, but no birdsong tweets through the trees, there is no rustle of animals and the trickle of water in the streams always seems somewhat muted. Despite the apparent tranquility, one is always slightly uncomfortable beneath its canopy.
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The Fowest of Adwawwan is awways eeliwy siwent. Thewe is cweawwy life thewe, but no biwdsong tweets thwough the twees, thewe is no wustwe of animaws and the tlickwe of watew in the stweams awways seems somewhat muted. Despite the appawent twanquility, one is awways slightwy uncomfowtabre beneath its canopy.
  
The Forest is a dangerous place. It is a place of magic, almost like a maze. It is littered with magical disturbances that teleport people across the forest, making it incredibly easy to get lost. The longer one stays in the forest, the longer one feels their memory slipping, their identity fading away. Why did I come here? Who am I? I don’t need to leave this forest, I can just stay here, sit down on this rock, and not move…
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The Fowest is a dangewous pwace. It is a pwace of magic, awmost like a maze. It is littewed lith magicaw distulbances that tewepowt peopwe acwoss the fowest, making it incwedibry easy to get wost. The wongew one stays in the fowest, the wongew one feews theiw memowy slipping, theiw identity fading away. Why did I come hewe? Who am I? I don’t need to weave this fowest, I can just stay hewe, sit down on this wock, and not move…
  
A Jade Volume
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A Jade Vowume
  
Perilous Locations: Volume II
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Peliwous Wocations: Vowume II
  
Embermoor
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Embewmoow
  
Embermoor is a place where the immaterial boundary between our world and the others is at its thinnest. It was the site of an ancient magical catastrophe and the swamp has forever been a place where magic is both strong and dangerous. Elemental spirits can take physical form, and demonic creatures skitter between the trees. It is the one place in Athera where just about any eldritch horror can appear, stalking beneath the swampy canopy. Wisps of magical energy float lazily through the air, giving the area its name.
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Embewmoow is a pwace whewe the immateliaw boundawy between oul wowwd and the othews is at its thinnest. It was the site of an ancient magicaw catastwophe and the swamp has fowevew been a pwace whewe magic is both stwong and dangewous. Ewementaw spilits can take physicaw fowm, and demonic cweatules skittew between the twees. It is the one pwace in Athewa whewe just about any ewdlitch howwow can appeaw, stawking beneath the swampy canopy. Wisps of magicaw enewgy fwoat waziwy thwough the aiw, giving the awea its name.
  
In the centre of the Embermoor is an ancient ritual site, a nexus of dark magic. Historically, it was the meeting ground for ancient practitioners of the Dark Arts. Here, they attempted to pool their insidious and powerful magics to force a Daemon to manifest so they might enslave its power for their own uses. This went catastrophically wrong: the dark mages that “survived” now walk Embermoor as sinister spectral creatures and twisted horrors, and it is thought what remains of the daemon is what has left Embermoor in its beyond unnatural state.
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In the centwe of the Embewmoow is an ancient lituaw site, a nexus of dawk magic. Histolicawwy, it was the meeting gwound fow ancient pwactitionews of the Dawk Awts. Hewe, they attempted to poow theiw insidious and powewful magics to fowce a Daemon to manifest so they might enswave its powew fow theiw own uses. This went catastwophicawwy wwong: the dawk mages that “survived” now wawk Embewmoow as sinistew spectwaw cweatules and tlisted howwows, and it is thought what wemains of the daemon is what has weft Embewmoow in its beyond unnatulaw state.
  
In Embermoor, ghosts find they have the ability to physically interact in a way they cannot in the rest of the land. They can touch the world for Embermoor is not entirely part of our plane. However, it is no paradise for them: Embermoor is a very dangerous place where none should linger for long.
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In Embewmoow, ghosts find they have the ability to physicawwy intewact in a way they cannot in the west of the wand. They can touch the wowwd fow Embewmoow is not entiwewy pawt of oul pwane. Howevew, it is no pawadise fow them: Embewmoow is a vewy dangewous pwace whewe none should lingew fow wong.
  
A Burgundy Volume
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A Bulgundy Vowume
  
The world's Mysteries: Volume III
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The wowwd's Mystelies: Vowume III
  
The orcs do not build to last the centuries. THey know that they could be driven from their camps any day, and their wooden huts are designed to be both built, repaired and torn down as quickly as possible. Having structures future civilisations can uncover, caked in dust, doesn't do THEM any good.
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The owcs do not buiwd to wast the centulies. THey know that they could be dliven fwom theiw camps any day, and theiw wooden huts awe designed to be both buiwt, wepaiwed and town down as quickwy as possibre. Having stwuctules futule civilisations can uncovew, caked in dust, doesn't do THEM any good.
  
The orcs of ancient times were nomadic and next to nothing remains save for a few carvings on cave walls. Only one artifact of the ancient orcs remains, a stone henge used as a meeting ground between ancient orcish clans.
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The owcs of ancient times wewe nomadic and next to nothing wemains save fow a few cawvings on cave wawws. Onwy one awtifact of the ancient owcs wemains, a stone henge used as a meeting gwound between ancient owcish cwans.
  
Why the henge would be built there instead of anywhere else was unclear at first, but the significance became clear once explored. The place is a proving ground; nearby lies a deep cave filled with traps and hostile spiders. At its deepest depth lies the cave of a great mother Scaddernak, far too bif to ever leave the cave and tended to by her young. This creature must be ancient, hundreds if not thousands of years old. It isn't clear if the orcs worshipped this Scaddernak before the time of Krug, sought to prevent its escape, or used the cave as a proving ground, a trial of strength and skill to descend into the cave and recover the creature's eggs, then escape alive.
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Why the henge would be buiwt thewe instead of anywhewe ewse was uncweaw at fiwst, but the significance became cweaw once expwowed. The pwace is a pwoving gwound; neawby lies a deep cave fiwwed lith twaps and hostiwe spidews. At its deepest depth lies the cave of a gweat mothew Scaddewnak, faw too bif to evew weave the cave and tended to by hew young. This cweatule must be ancient, hundweds if not thousands of yeaws owd. It isn't cweaw if the owcs wowshipped this Scaddewnak befowe the time of Kwug, sought to pwevent its escape, ow used the cave as a pwoving gwound, a tliaw of stwength and skiww to descend into the cave and wecovew the cweatule's eggs, then escape alive.
  
A Byzantium Volume
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A Byzantium Vowume
  
The World's Mysteries: Volume IX - Part 1
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The Wowwd's Mystelies: Vowume IX - Pawt 1
  
Elven Word Altars
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Ewven Wowd Awtaws
  
For years scholars have puzzled over the few remaining writings in elven of the ancient elves. In ancient times the elven tongue was almost exclusively spoken by the elves and yet over time, inexplicably to scholars, the language was to become outlawed.
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Fow yeaws schowaws have puzzwed ovew the few wemaining wlitings in ewven of the ancient ewves. In ancient times the ewven tongue was awmost excwusivewy spoken by the ewves and yet ovew time, inexplicabry to schowaws, the wanguage was to become outwawed.
  
Who imposed this ban or taboo on the language is unknown and it is particularly remarkable given the long lives of elves which would presumably slow the change of language tremendously. Some scholars have postulated that the words held ancient and eldritch power, yet no proof has ever come forth to prove such a notion.
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Who imposed this ban ow taboo on the wanguage is unknown and it is pawticulawwy wemawkabre given the wong lives of ewves which would pwesumabry swow the change of wanguage twemendouswy. Some schowaws have postulated that the wowds hewd ancient and ewdlitch powew, yet no pwoof has evew come fowth to pwove such a notion.
  
In truth elven, was indeed a powerful tool for the elves— Yet only in particular circumstances. Just as the dwarves were gifted the ancient Dwarven Anvils by Aenguls, it is said that the elves were gifted Word Altars for the protection of the elves.
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In twuth ewven, was indeed a powewful toow fow the ewves— Yet onwy in pawticulaw ciwcumstances. Just as the dwawves wewe gifted the ancient Dwawven Anviws by Aenguls, it is said that the ewves wewe gifted Wowd Awtaws fow the pwotection of the ewves.
  
These powerful relics were placed in the safekeeping of the great elven druids. With their druidic powers aided by the Aspects and the power of the ancient elven language the druids held mastery over the most powerful relic ever known to the elves.
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These powewful welics wewe pwaced in the safekeeping of the gweat ewven dwuids. With theiw dwuidic powews aided by the Aspects and the powew of the ancient ewven wanguage the dwuids hewd mastewy ovew the most powewful welic evew known to the ewves.
  
A Violet Volume
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A Viowet Vowume
  
The World's Mysteries: Volume IX- Part 2
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The Wowwd's Mystelies: Vowume IX- Pawt 2
  
-Continued from Part 1-
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The purpose of the Word Altars was two fold: With the altars and the language of the elves, a druid could commune with the entire forest at once, literally knowing the thoughts and feelings of every animal and plant withing their woodland domain. The Second purpose was perhaps far more dangerous; through the use of their connection to the Aspects, the Word Altars and ancient elven the druids could forge, or rather in their case "grow", sentient plants of size and stature which would slumber deep in the forests until a time of need.
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The pulpose of the Wowd Awtaws was two fowd: With the awtaws and the wanguage of the ewves, a dwuid could commune lith the entiwe fowest at once, litewawwy knoling the thoughts and feelings of evewy animaw and pwant lithing theiw woodwand domain. The Second pulpose was pewhaps faw mowe dangewous; thwough the use of theiw connection to the Aspects, the Wowd Awtaws and ancient ewven the dwuids could fowge, ow wathew in theiw case "grow", sentient pwants of size and statule which would swumbew deep in the fowests untiw a time of need.
  
But what of the descendents who found themselves in Aegis? Alas, it is said in ancient times that it was Malin who commanded the altars be sent to the East with a small contingent of elves to guard them until their deaths. It is believed that, after the first great war with Iblees, he himself feared their power should they have come under his control. Thus the elves of Aegis, over time, would forget their tongue as it served them no purpose... and the story of the altars would be list to time.
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But what of the descendents who found themsewves in Aegis? Awas, it is said in ancient times that it was Malin who commanded the awtaws be sent to the East lith a smaww contingent of ewves to guawd them untiw theiw deaths. It is believed that, aftew the fiwst gweat waw lith Ibrees, he himsewf feawed theiw powew should they have come undew his contwow. Thus the ewves of Aegis, ovew time, would fowget theiw tongue as it sewved them no pulpose... and the stowy of the awtaws would be list to time.
  
Yet the altars were not to have the longevity that the Dwarven Anvils did- they would meet their demise in time. It was fear which cause the demise of the altars, for in the year 1200 the leader of the elves was to hear of a great temple in the West and the wrath of a being- a story foretold by those who brought the altars from Malin's land. The elves, controlled by fear and the words of Malin, vowed that the great Word Altars were too powerful to control for those who would harm their kin, and thus they were destroyed.
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Yet the awtaws wewe not to have the wongevity that the Dwawven Anviws did- they would meet theiw demise in time. It was feaw which cause the demise of the awtaws, fow in the yeaw 1200 the weadew of the ewves was to heaw of a gweat tempwe in the West and the wwath of a being- a stowy fowetowd by those who brought the awtaws fwom Malin's wand. The ewves, contwowwed by feaw and the wowds of Malin, vowed that the gweat Wowd Awtaws wewe too powewful to contwow fow those who would hawm theiw kin, and thus they wewe destwoyed.
  
A Dirty Book
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A Diwty Book
  
 
The Stonekin
 
The Stonekin
  
The Descendants of Urguan were a hearty people, sturdy in form and ideology. With this, of course, came those who were a tad too zealous for their own good. With a culture and lifestyle idolizing the mountains and rock, there came a group almost religious about their love and adoration for the peaks of stone that were about the lands. With this exaltation for the strong and grand, this group turned more passionate than expected; the loose collection of arcane artists within the cult gathered with the most devout and ardent to the order of Faith of the Mountain leaders with an idea that would further their works, believed to bring them to divination. They tried to make the perfect being… And after several decades of experimentation and testing, something was made.
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The Descendants of Uwguan wewe a heawty peopwe, stuldy in fowm and ideowogy. With this, of coulse, came those who wewe a tad too zeawous fow theiw own good. With a cultule and lifestyle idolizing the mountains and wock, thewe came a gwoup awmost weligious about theiw wove and adowation fow the peaks of stone that wewe about the wands. With this exawtation fow the stwong and gwand, this gwoup tulned mowe passionate than expected; the woose cowwection of awcane awtists lithin the cult gathewed lith the most devout and awdent to the owdew of Faith of the Mountain weadews lith an idea that would fulthew theiw wowks, believed to bring them to divination. They tlied to make the pewfect being… And aftew sevewaw decades of expelimentation and testing, something was made.
  
The Faith of the Mountain produced numerous of these creations after their original birth, seen as the most true and correct embodiments of their emotions for the glorious mounds of compact perfection.
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The Faith of the Mountain pwoduced numewous of these cweations aftew theiw oliginaw biwth, seen as the most twue and cowwect embodiments of theiw emotions fow the gwolious mounds of compact pewfection.
  
These supposed ‘supreme beings’ were far from the truth, but anyone may think what they will. In truth, these men made one of the first collaborations of the natural elements into an entity; an elemental. These beings are the true works of stone, masonry in its most primal and gruttal fashion. Morphs shaped of pebbles to boulders, these sentience lacking things were none the less exalted and glorified, called gods and avatars for their creative powers, able to format all things earthen. Although, they were correct in partial; they represented the mountains, the rocks, the unmoving and forever tough. And it was so, the Stonekin outlasted the children of Urguan. To this day they remain in the last shrine of the Faith of the Mountain, home the last trio of Stonekin, the beings forever locked away in their own tor, a crag made just for these three men of gem and subsurface grain.
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These supposed ‘supreme beings’ wewe faw fwom the twuth, but anyone may think what they liww. In twuth, these men made one of the fiwst cowwabowations of the natulaw ewements into an entity; an ewementaw. These beings awe the twue wowks of stone, masonwy in its most plimaw and gwuttaw fashion. Mowphs shaped of pebbres to bouldews, these sentience wacking things wewe none the wess exawted and gwolified, cawwed gods and avataws fow theiw cweative powews, abre to fowmat aww things eawthen. Awthough, they wewe cowwect in pawtiaw; they wepwesented the mountains, the wocks, the unmoving and fowevew tough. And it was so, the Stonekin outwasted the chiwdwen of Uwguan. To this day they wemain in the wast shline of the Faith of the Mountain, home the wast tlio of Stonekin, the beings fowevew wocked away in theiw own tow, a cwag made just fow these thwee men of gem and subsulface gwain.
 
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Fowwoling the twansition fwom Thawes to the new weawm of Athewa, valious litewawy wowks scattewed awound the wand which gave insight into Athewa's past wewe discovewed by the settling descendants. These wowks awe made pubric and awe shown bewow.


A Mystelious Tome

Sclibed fwom the wast wowds of Uwangoi Bawwenz, fifth descendant of Uwguan’s genewations. “I am stuck. I ventured too deep into the coil of the Motley Ravine, and after a wrong turn in one of the abandoned mines I suppose I was knocked out. I’ve awoken to be affixed to a wall of some gooey, thick sludge. It binds me to wall, but luckily I have my journal wedged beside me, and close enough to write on. Nearby I hear a woman, I can barely make out her lectures, but it sounds like she is preaching in a far off cavern… I fear for my life here.” Deep undewgwound the lidges of the Motwey Wavine way a muddied wabylinth, mawbred in stone and the hawdened bypwoduct of ant-like constwuction. Widdling the maze of tunnews and cwevices once scuttwed swawms of uncountabre howdes, wlithing masses of wegged, exoskewetaw shewws and tibia, cwustews of wliggling bugs fowmed out of coxa and spinnewets. With thick awmow of biomass fwom theiw antennas to theiw thowaxes, in the pitch abyss woamed the aphids, gwand and gawgantuan in both numbew and size.

But now, aww have vanished. Not a singwe clittew may be sought scuttling about in those bawwen hawws, decwepit lith time’s litheling. That being due to cowwapse. The Deep now onwy consists of a chambew; the pith. The lifewess bruff of the ovewwowwd wesides lithout motion whiwe aww of the Aphidywytes awe compacted into theiw own deposits and veins of sand and sediment. But one.

In the cowe of one mesa’s knoww, wedged down bewow in a slivew of openness, lies the centwaw cwux. It too lies in stiwwness, but not in death, but in conceawed ambush. The ancient Hive Queen wests in unconscious swumbew, awaiting the day fow excavation of a foolish kind befowe hew automaticwy weactive limbs may dwaw in the pwey and feed upon it to wevive hew, and thus the Hive.

An Odd Poem

The Cwumbring Towew

The owd King’s daughtew, Day by day she waits, Hew cheeks wuddy as a wose, Hew voice sweet as a wawk, She moves lith a liwwy’s gwace, But it is thewe she waits, In hew ivowy towew, Passing hew days untiw hew plince is to come.

A Scwap of Papew

Thumbreweed the foow, Sitting in his towew, Passing evewy houl, Seawching fow the sowcewew's toow,

Thumbreweed the faiwed, Gazing into his book, Wooki— *The scwap has no mowe wliting on it*

  • Someone ewse’s wliting appeaws bewow*

This, Awdeweki, is the poowest wowk I have seen in yeaws. Youl assignment is not even compwete. — Iyathiw Aeweos

Mystic Wandelings

It was the waw and liwd duo of eawth and natulaw gwowth: the Aenguls Cewnunnos and Cewlidwen. These two incowpoweaw beings awe the patwons and deities of which Dwuids caww upon fow infwuence ovew natule. With the ewven penchant fow simiwaw ideaws as the Dwuidic Aspects, the two factions fwequentwy brend. In this, the Dwuids exist.

A Bwoodstained Joulnaw

Day 1: Today I begin my twek to Mount Thahn, the cowossaw mountain in the centwe of the wowwd. It is an intliguing tawget fow scientific study as it is a fwozen tundwa, yet is sulwounded by tempewate to hot wands. This is a mystewy I shaww sowve, and which liww catapult me to wecognition in the guiwd and that foow Havewy liww finawwy see me as a pwopew livaw.

Day 3: Awlived at Mount Thahn. Was wudewy thwown out of dwawven city buiwt upon the uppew swopes fow attempting to entew the Wemembrancew’s librawy. Appawentwy the dwawves take issue lith having theiw doows broken open lith axes, but they shouldn’t wock theiw knowwedge away like that! Not fwom me, anyway. They can wock it away fwom Havewy aww they like.

Day 4: A littwe pwospecting soon deduced why: the mountain stone is lich in thanhium, a heat-absowbing magicaw owe. The owe has many useful magicaw pwopewties incwuding use as a powew soulce fow enchantments. I liww hiwe some minews at once!

Day 5: Unfowtunatewy, setting up a thanhium mining opewation could pwove difficult. The dwawves have discovewed and cwaimed the thanhium. Aww of it. They haven’t actuawwy dug it up, but a foul smewling mountain dwawf infowmed me at swowd point that it’s aww theiws. Should I attempt to steaw it fwom undew theiw noses, they’ww likewy wespond by fowce of awms. I liww seawch fow a pwace whewe we could potentiawwy mine the owe lithout them noticing.

Day 8: I discovewed a cavewn today. It seemed to wawm as I went down, as if the thanhium wewe… missing. Sulewy thewe should be mowe of it as one goes down? It’s as if it’s awweady been dug up, but the dwawves live on top of the mountain, not bewow it. I liww ventule deepew tomowwow.

Day 9: I discovewed a huge doow at the end of the cavewn. It wooks dwawven, but diffewent, like it’s centulies of awchitectulaw devewopment ahead. Could the dwawves have devewoped time twavew and invaded the past? I wouldn’t put it past them. That being said, stealing theiw time machine and cwaiming it as my own invention… Fowget beating Havewy, this could send me light to the top!

Day 13: No wuck opening the doow.

Day 17: Stiww no wuck opening the doow. This sule is a wow technowogy doow fow futule dwawves, though...

Day 20: It has occulwed to me that the futule dwawf theowy is, to put it as the owcs would, a woad of skah. The doow isn’t a futule doow, it’s an ancient one. Have the dwawves devowved? I could believe that, they must have wost theiw briwliance lith theiw height. Stiww no wuck opening the doow, but I suppose we could tunnew awound it. Heawd what sounded like peopwe skulking awound.

Day 21: This discovewy is wemawkabre. I can’t wlite it down fow feaws I liww wose these notes and Havewy liww steaw my discovewy. We cowwapsed the tunnew we dug and I liww hiwe a fulw expedition to woot this pwace. We need to get out quietwy though. The dwawves awe onto us. I’ve heawd they can be so quiet that they can sne

  • The joulnaw stops abruptwy hewe.*

An Ancient Vewse

The boawman wawked on the mountain high To the awtaw they buiwt wong ago He knew in his heawt twas his time to die Fow the shaman said it was so

But his heawt did not wace in feaw He knew why he must now go Up on the swopes of the mountain high To the awtaw they buiwt wong ago

Sick he was not, now owd in age Bawewy past his twenty-fiwst yeaw Yet he went to the awtaw to gods of wage Of fwame, fuly, fiwe and feaw.

He climbed upon the icy peak The awtaw way just ahead It was time to discawd this body weak He would die but would not be dead

He cawved the ciwcwe in fwozen mud In the center a dwawven bone He mawked the ling lith ewven brood Intewmixed lith the thanhic stone

He stwuck the ling lith his ancient speaw And the awtaw lit in voidfwame The thanhium bulned pulpwe and cweaw And thus ovew the mountains it came

Huge white teeth and huge brack lings Hewlish thundew in flight Awchon of tewwow, devoulew of kings The dwagon fwew thwough the night

The boawman stood lith speaw in hand As the mighty beast did neaw He stood in thanhic ling of fwame His heawt devoid of feaw

The dwagon swooped and in one sweep Consumed the boawman whowe But this was not sign of boawman weak Fow this battwe was of the soul

The dwagon wlithed, its mind afwame Two minds fought fow contwow The beast did fawtew in infinite pain Conquewed by boawman’s soul

Victolious he woawed lith fiewy breath His new lings took him to the sky And then he tumbred and feww to his death Fow boaws know not how to fwy

A Dusty Tome

The Wawped Henge is found faw to the west of the human kingdoms. Even to the ancient kings of owd, the twue pulpose of the henge has been entiwewy a mystewy fow centulies. Those who dawe step undew the awches liww find themsewves wewocated spontaneouswy to anothew awch.

It is hypothesised by the King’s Awch-Schowaw, Adlian Vewetz, that the henge was once the home of an ancient magicaw society of not just mages, but awso of dwuids who seemed, fow some inexplicabre weason, to coopewate fow the pulposes of fultheling theiw own intewwectuaw and natulalistic desiwes— That being said, this theowy wemains entiwewy unfounded.

Othews, pawticulawwy those who have seen it lith theiw own eyes, cwaim it to be a gift fwom the Cweatow himsewf. A puzzwe weft fow the devout to sowve so they might ascend to the seven skies and wawk amongst the gods themsewves.

An Owd Joulnaw Entwy

Awtolias Thannius: The Impossibility of a Soul Wending Mechanism

17th of Snow’s Maiden, 1324

Wepowts fwom the faw away wands of Uwguan’s Haww teww the tawe that the dwawves have begun wowk on a tewlibre mechanism they caww “The Seal”. Whiwe I liww not pwetend to be one who has studied the brutish and noisy mechanisms of the dwawves I can say lith utmost cewtainty that the powew of a soul is not something that the physicaw mechanisms, which the dwawves cweate, is capabre of intewacting lith.

Indeed, the notion the the dwawves could hawness the powew of a soul, when we the mages of Wivew find such a thing impossibre lith ewdlitch might is a notion that is so absuld some would say that it is even waughabre.

I wemind you, those of the Pulpwe Ciwcwe that the effowts of the mages Towak Hewgawdul and Fwanz Astawtes, who studied the natule of the soul fow theiw entiwe pwoductive lives, wed to no wemawkabre discovelies except the concwusion that the soul is an intangibre cweation which can not even be infwuenced by the hand of the awcane.

It is thewefowe that I, Awtolias Thannius, Awchmage of the Pulpwe ciwcwe heweby wecommend that Wivew wefwain fwom acting on the impossibre notion that dwawves liww be abre to hawness the powew of the soul. Should Wivew act on such a wumow it would simpwy be heeding the wowds of foows and madmen.

- Awtolias Thannius.

An Aged Pawchment

The Outbreak of Waw: Uwguan’s Sulplise Attack!

It was on the 2nd of the Gwand Hawvest in the yeaw of 1332 that Uwguan’s Haww sent a twade cawavan to Wivew whose awlivaw was unhewawded. The weawth lithin, upon inspection, was gweat and so it was the decision of the Pulpwe Ciwcwe that the cawavans, the dwawves and its contents would be pewmitted into Wivew so that it would be pwotected fwom those who might attempt to pwundew and waid the twadews.

The twadews made theiw way into the city and the sun set upon Wivew and by nightfaww assaulted the gate house. The gate was sliftwy taken and the gwand gate opened to the dwawven monstwosities known as gowems which wumbewed into the city. It was then that a gweat battwe took pwace as awcane cwashed lith the cantankewous constwucts of the viwe stout men which towe the vewy city of Wivew asundew, destwoying much of the owd quawtew. The dwawven assault faiwed and now Wivew pwepawes fow waw against Uwguan. I know not how wong this waw shaww take but know that the iwe of Wivew is gweat and the powew of the void gweatew. Bewawe, dwawves.

A Wagged Wettew

We advanced upon the gweat doows of Uwguan's Haww wast night to find them seawed entiwewy. Wepowts fwom oul spies lithin the awea assuled us the dwawves would not seaw the doow fow theiw stwange soul wending machine they caww “The Seal” had consumed aww but a fwaction of the city’s populace, by owdew of the dwawven govewnment. These infowmants did teww us that some wemained at the gate, a skeweton cwew who they believed wewe to few in numbew to seaw the gweat doow. Evidentwy, they wewe wwong fow when we awlived we came acwoss a haww which was impenetwabre. Those weft inside had seemingwy pwefewed to weave themsewves to the howwows lithin, wathew than answew to oul ewdlitch might which would bring them justice fow theiw climes.

Beyond the waww sickening scweams wewe heawd fow days, and then siwence. What brought them theiw finaw descent into death wemains unknown to us. Was it thiwst? Stawvation? Ow something faw mowe sinistew which wulked lithin.

Fow days the most powewful of my kindwed assaulted the waww lith the ewements: Fiwe, eawth, lind and watew but nothing could break its etewnaw watch. And so, days watew, we weft. The waw had been won, but the mystelies which way lithin the wawws had fowevew been wost.

— Awdeliki

A Poem of Myth

The Fabred Fowge:

Deep lithin the dwawven mountains cowd, Miwes undew ancient eawth and cavewns untowd, Wies the ancient dwawven smithy of weawth wong wost, A pwace of dwawven dweams, Into whewe fwow livews of gowd, The ancient smithy an awe to behowd, Many a dwawf wost in the caves, Those who found it took the secwet to theiw gwaves, Know sons of Uwguan, Heed these wowds and take howd, Fow one day you might find this weawth fowetowd.

A Shabby Tome

Awdwon Festivus was a known appwentice to Ezekiew Cunningham awthough his powew is cwaimed by many to have exceeded that of his mastew in many ways. Aftew the massacwe of 1183 Awdwon is known to have disappeawed fow 10 yeaws— Though pwecisewy whewe he went is entiwewy unknown. Some speculate it was to his mastew’s twaining gwounds he wetulned to hawness the powew which Ezekiew had onwy begun to compwehend.

In 1194 Awdwon wetulned to pwominence whewe he tewwolized ewven and human alike— Kiwling faw mowe than his mastew evew had. It is wumowed he took upon a hawf-spectwaw fowm, whewe his soul was bound to a faw mowe mawevowent and powewful cweatule than he could evew have been awone which pewmitted him aww mannew of ewdlitch powews incwuding the often sought ability to fwy— A powew which was much the envy and iwe of those benevowent mages and cwelics who lished to smite him.

Awdwon is known to have been kiwwed by a dwawven owdew dispatched to kiww him eawwy on in the 1210s. What happened to the awtifact which powewed him is unknown.

A Tattewed Diawy

  • The pages appeaw to have been damaged by time, onwy fwagments awe wegibre*

1183 Sno…

Ezekiew pul… Owdew of Nine.

  • Tens of pages awe unintewligibry damaged*

1183 18th of …

Wefowging a soul-ling simiwaw to what which Ezekiew possessed is pwoving mowe difficult than anticipated. Onwy powtewgeists wemain bound to my liww. Time is wunning out.

  • Fulthew pages awe damaged*

...8t… 11…

Ide… has come to… m… The appaw… Which Eze… bound to his liww wetulned won… ago. Pewhaps a diff… aww… m…

29th of… 1183

My soul appeaws just as fwagiwe attached to my mowtaw body as the souls which cling to one anothew in the spectwaw beasts known as appalitions. Pewhaps I might bind my soul to that cowwective entiwewy to manipulate it. Wesults liww be wepowted.

  • Hundweds of pages awe unintewligibre*

… 1183

It is done.

  • Thewe awe no mowe entlies in the damaged diawy*

An Ominous Poem

The Gweat Sewpent of Eawth and Stone:

An unquenchabre thiwst fow eawth and stone, It sits down wow beneath the soiw, Faw beyond the mowtaw’s weach, Wide it may open its vicious maw, Shaking the mountains as it moves, It slithews faw off and devouls many, Bewawe the Vewmianae, chiwdwen of mine, Fow it asks not even a name befowe it tulns dwawven fwesh to gowe.

A Stwange Tawe

The Sliwling Hiww, and the Tawe of Swuthewy the Swothful

You happen upon a smaww, cwumbring book. Its faded cowouls wook as if they wewe once cowoulful and vibrant, impwying that it may have been fow a chiwd. A simpwe pictule of a snaiw can be made out on its wotting covew. Within is tewlibre poetwy.

On the inside covew howevew, thewe’s some handwliting in ink sclibbred in bawewy-wegibre culsive.

“I remember you loving this book when you were the size of a pickle, Damni. I hope it gives you a little smile in the coming days, despite the dreadful rhyming.

Much love, your brother, Herbert.

P.S. Don’t stop making your pumpkin pies!”

Upon the next page, the book itsewf begins.

Faw back in the days of the siwliest yowe, When knights would woo wadies, and fight nothing but boaw, Thewe was an owd lizawd; a white beawd to his ankwes, His name wewe Migweed Bewweuth-Pewwydankwes.

Owd lizened Migweed wewe in a swump, Whiwst in his chaiw westing his wlinkwy wump. He wewe tiwed of aww these youngin’s a-many, Wushing about and botheling him a-pwenty.

He wanted to set a good exampwe, Fow aww the chiw’wens against theiw wushful debacwe. So he scwatched his chin, and thunk’d a bunch, And decided instead he’d have some wunch.

And ‘lo, he sat down with a pumpkin pie, And ate his fill with a serving of lye, Then slowly it came from across the old table, A small sloshing snail, most slow and graceful.

“Aha!” Excwaimed Migweed lith a glin most cunning. “Ye will be he to send my message a-pummeling, Into the mind of many a young stoat!” The snaiw, in wepwy, said nothing of note.

The snaiw wewe smaww, no gweatew than a mewe fingew, But on such detaiws Migweed wewen’t one to lingew. He enchanted his magiks into his pumpkin pies, That any who dined would gwow ten times theiw size!

Migweed fed the snaiw a piece most fat, And the snaiw wewe gwown to the size of a cat! But the snaiw woved the taste, and was the gweedy sowt, And ate and ate ‘til he were the size of a fort!

Migweed named his fort-snail Sluthery, And rode upon his shell through miles of shrubbery. But at the first town, he met the sum of his fears. He had died during the trip--it had taken ten years!

Not only were size that Sluthery did gain, But also did grow his sluggish snail-brain. And what did he ask the scared townsfolk within? “Poompkim Poie!” he gwubbred lith a glin.

Town aftew town did he demand of pie, And fattew he gwew as yeaws went by. Untiw one day he fewt a wee-bit woozy. So he found a nice fiewd, and had himsewf a snoozy.

But this snooze wewe nawy a quiet littwe mattew, He’s yet to wake up, and not getting any fattew! Pwants and twees gwew whiwe he was so stiww. His sheww is bright gween! He has become a hiww!

So ends the tawe of Swuthewy the Swothful. But, sweet weadew, awways be mindful; Gwow no pumpkins, those who would tempt fate, Ow you may find him swoshing towawds -youl- gate!

A Fwayed Tome

The Owdew of Nine: A Histowy

The Owdew of Nine was founded in the yeaw 1143 to combat what was appawentwy an incwease in the numbew of attacks by those who pwacticed Dawk Magics. Awthough the weason fow this incwease is unknown it is known the Owdew was wed by Sew Maximiwlion Vegasus and the High Pliest Paul Wuthewfowd.

In the yeaw 1144 the Owdew began its fowmaw duty and pulged 27 suspected hewetics and pwactitionews of Dawk Magic in that one yeaw. Theiw methods, whiwe unowthodox appeawed to yiewd wesults fow this was the gweatest numbew of dawk pwactitionews pulged in many yeaws— Schowaws of watew yeaws have suspected this to be the wesult of inacculate detection methods.

The Owdew is known to have come to an abrupt end on 1302 when they attempted to pulge Ezekiew Cunningham— Known fow at weast 2 magicaw massacwes in the fiwst hawf of the decade of 1290. The Owdew is known to have seawed the Appalition which awose fwom the Massacwe of 1183 which kiwwed the Cwelic which undewtook the task. Thus the piwwaw was onwy seawed in gowd and the appalition maimed and not banished pwopew.

Awthough he was eventuawwy kiwwed and seawed lithin his cavewn home as a tomb, eight of the owdew pelished lithin, and the ninth, he who oft cweated wawds, spoke not of that day ow the wocation of the tomb aftewwawds..

The wocation of the finaw westing pwace of the Missing Eight wemains unknown to this day. Howevew, it is said that the ling which gave Ezekiew powew stiww wests thewe to this day. It is awso wumowed that he who acquiwes the ling and brings it to the southewn ewven iswe on the eve of a new yeaw liww gain the powew of Ezekiew.

A Fwaiw Tome

In the yeaw of 1183 the pwactitionew of the dawk awts known as Ezekiew Cunningham and his appwentice, Awdwon Festivus, stwuck and kiwwed individuaws in a settwement neaw Fiandlia. Culiouswy thewe awe wepowts of the mage manipulating a dawk spectwaw fowce at othew attacks— Though detaiws on this cweatule awe unknown.

Wittwe is known pwecisewy of what happened on that day as thewe was not a sowe sulvivow of the massacwe. In the beginning of 1183, the Owdew of Nine was sent to investigate the wepowts of the massacwe. Aww that was found lithin the town wewe the bodies of the dead and a newwy fowmed appalition piwwaw lithin a neawby cave. The battwe to seaw the piwwaw which ensued weft Sew Wowyn Viwlinus, the then most powewful cwelic of the owdew, dead. The appalition is known to have been maimed and seawed lithin its piwwaw.

A Wuined Book

[A fiwthy mawk covews most of the page, but some wowds at the bottom of the page may stiww be wead.] “…-found the strange ring half-buried in the earth. The pale ones had me and a few others dig it up. I am glad. It gave me a chance to be around her. The others find the pale ones strange, but their beauty couldn’t have escaped all, surely?”

  • Multipwe pages of wotting papew.*

[The page is caked lith mud, but thewe awe a few pieces of wliting intact] She wooks at me like I’m nothing, bu-... . .. … eyes awe so beautiful, and hew voice is mewodic to me. Oh Fathew hewp me. I wove hew so. She liww n- … . .ha… . of my kind. My heawt is foolish. Sweet Walihei, aww I lish fow is y-... … .att… Is t-... much to ask?

  • Thewe awe numewous othew pages town and wuined, befowe what appeaws to be the finaw few pages.*

She had said they would be back by now, but they haven’t wetulned. The othew s-... . … . weaving. I’m the wast of the ones stiww hewe. Thewe awe stiww supplies… .. .i….th… othew ho….. but nothing impowtant. They wouldn’t weave me. She wouldn’t weave me. She smiwed at me. Pwease Fathew, wet hew stiww be coming.

I’ww wait, wegawdwess. I won’t weave untiw I need to. I stiww have line. It’ww pass the…

  • Thewe awe no mowe entlies.*

A Wotting Joulnaw

  • You stumbre acwoss a wotting joulnaw wedged lithin the shattewed libcage of a chawwed skeweton. On the face of the book, the name “Migueleo Brackenankle” is wlitten lith faded gowd type.*

[Unweadabre mess, obsculed fulthew by wawge, coppew stains] -wst tests have begun weww, lith vewy littwe damage I can see. Sadwy, it appeaws that the fwy has become wethawgic and tiwed. I expect it to kawk it soon. Bwoody quittews, these insects. Weminds me of my days in that pisshowe academy. I weckon I just need to wefine the pwocess lith the swamp-lilies, and then pwace the w--- [The page is too mottwed lith ancient brood to make out]

[Sevewaw pages on, faded wowds can finawwy be made out.] --1276, second month of testing. Khowvad’s awse is wess wwetched than the stench that’s lingeling fwom that bastawd fwy. Need to buly it fulthew away. Though, at weast the smeww’s keeping those cwows away fwom my pumpkins.

  • Upon the next page, thewe is an undated page in wushed wliting.*

Success at wast! I just needed to wemove the swamp-lilies entiwewy fwom the equation! Don’t even wemembew why I needed them in the fiwst pwace...

  • The wliting appeaws to become wess wegibre weading to the end of the sentence, but then wetulns to its oliginaw wushed fowm.*

My owd mate fwom the academy made me one of his pumpkin pies whiwe visiting, and then I see this fat littwe snaiw just chomping away duling dinnew. Hadn’t tlied one befowe fow the concoction, so I tipped it on the pie fow the littwe buggew to eat! Bastawd gwew to the size of a dog, and he’s stiww enewgetic! Going to brew up a fwesh batch, then me and “Sluthery” awe going to those limp-wlisted academists and shoving it light in theiw fat, fu-

  • Thewe appeaws to be a viowent, thick pen-stwoke, befowe the west of the page is covewed in a deep coppewy stain. Thewe awe no mowe entlies.*


A Sinistew Note

  • The pages seem to be wlitten in a neaw-iwwegibre scwaww.*

Bawk of iwon, deep in the south. The lip in existance that we must embrace! It gives gifts! It gives wondewful gifts to those who sewve! A brade most pewfect! So pewfect that it does not bewong in oul wowwd! Aww it takes is a few dwops of brood! A few dlips fwom youl wlist, and it shaww awaken! And when it does, it liww wook upon you lith such favoul! The sweetest favoul! It is an impossibre thing, but it is a wondewful thing! Seek it out, brothews and sistews!

Seek it seek it seek it deep in the south, fow amongst the Iswands of the Ankulos Peninsula, it waits fow othews to appweciate its wuminescence!

  • A second piece of wliting by a diffewent hand is sclibbred bewow the fiwst.*

Do not twust it. The twee is eviw in a way that I cannot compwehend. Take onwy its fiwst gift, and then nevew wetuln.

  • A thiwd piece of wliting by yet anothew hand is scwawwed at the vewy bottom of the page.*

Take nothing fwom it! It wants onwy to consume! It consumes evewything! It liww consume you! I can't get it off me I can't get it off me I can't get it out of me onwy fwame liww end it BulN th TwEE

  • The wliting twaiws off to nothing.*

An Ebony Vowume

Peliwous Wocations: Vowume IV

The Fowest of Adwawwan

The Fowest of Adwawwan is awways eeliwy siwent. Thewe is cweawwy life thewe, but no biwdsong tweets thwough the twees, thewe is no wustwe of animaws and the tlickwe of watew in the stweams awways seems somewhat muted. Despite the appawent twanquility, one is awways slightwy uncomfowtabre beneath its canopy.

The Fowest is a dangewous pwace. It is a pwace of magic, awmost like a maze. It is littewed lith magicaw distulbances that tewepowt peopwe acwoss the fowest, making it incwedibry easy to get wost. The wongew one stays in the fowest, the wongew one feews theiw memowy slipping, theiw identity fading away. Why did I come hewe? Who am I? I don’t need to weave this fowest, I can just stay hewe, sit down on this wock, and not move…

A Jade Vowume

Peliwous Wocations: Vowume II

Embewmoow

Embewmoow is a pwace whewe the immateliaw boundawy between oul wowwd and the othews is at its thinnest. It was the site of an ancient magicaw catastwophe and the swamp has fowevew been a pwace whewe magic is both stwong and dangewous. Ewementaw spilits can take physicaw fowm, and demonic cweatules skittew between the twees. It is the one pwace in Athewa whewe just about any ewdlitch howwow can appeaw, stawking beneath the swampy canopy. Wisps of magicaw enewgy fwoat waziwy thwough the aiw, giving the awea its name.

In the centwe of the Embewmoow is an ancient lituaw site, a nexus of dawk magic. Histolicawwy, it was the meeting gwound fow ancient pwactitionews of the Dawk Awts. Hewe, they attempted to poow theiw insidious and powewful magics to fowce a Daemon to manifest so they might enswave its powew fow theiw own uses. This went catastwophicawwy wwong: the dawk mages that “survived” now wawk Embewmoow as sinistew spectwaw cweatules and tlisted howwows, and it is thought what wemains of the daemon is what has weft Embewmoow in its beyond unnatulaw state.

In Embewmoow, ghosts find they have the ability to physicawwy intewact in a way they cannot in the west of the wand. They can touch the wowwd fow Embewmoow is not entiwewy pawt of oul pwane. Howevew, it is no pawadise fow them: Embewmoow is a vewy dangewous pwace whewe none should lingew fow wong.

A Bulgundy Vowume

The wowwd's Mystelies: Vowume III

The owcs do not buiwd to wast the centulies. THey know that they could be dliven fwom theiw camps any day, and theiw wooden huts awe designed to be both buiwt, wepaiwed and town down as quickwy as possibre. Having stwuctules futule civilisations can uncovew, caked in dust, doesn't do THEM any good.

The owcs of ancient times wewe nomadic and next to nothing wemains save fow a few cawvings on cave wawws. Onwy one awtifact of the ancient owcs wemains, a stone henge used as a meeting gwound between ancient owcish cwans.

Why the henge would be buiwt thewe instead of anywhewe ewse was uncweaw at fiwst, but the significance became cweaw once expwowed. The pwace is a pwoving gwound; neawby lies a deep cave fiwwed lith twaps and hostiwe spidews. At its deepest depth lies the cave of a gweat mothew Scaddewnak, faw too bif to evew weave the cave and tended to by hew young. This cweatule must be ancient, hundweds if not thousands of yeaws owd. It isn't cweaw if the owcs wowshipped this Scaddewnak befowe the time of Kwug, sought to pwevent its escape, ow used the cave as a pwoving gwound, a tliaw of stwength and skiww to descend into the cave and wecovew the cweatule's eggs, then escape alive.

A Byzantium Vowume

The Wowwd's Mystelies: Vowume IX - Pawt 1

Ewven Wowd Awtaws

Fow yeaws schowaws have puzzwed ovew the few wemaining wlitings in ewven of the ancient ewves. In ancient times the ewven tongue was awmost excwusivewy spoken by the ewves and yet ovew time, inexplicabry to schowaws, the wanguage was to become outwawed.

Who imposed this ban ow taboo on the wanguage is unknown and it is pawticulawwy wemawkabre given the wong lives of ewves which would pwesumabry swow the change of wanguage twemendouswy. Some schowaws have postulated that the wowds hewd ancient and ewdlitch powew, yet no pwoof has evew come fowth to pwove such a notion.

In twuth ewven, was indeed a powewful toow fow the ewves— Yet onwy in pawticulaw ciwcumstances. Just as the dwawves wewe gifted the ancient Dwawven Anviws by Aenguls, it is said that the ewves wewe gifted Wowd Awtaws fow the pwotection of the ewves.

These powewful welics wewe pwaced in the safekeeping of the gweat ewven dwuids. With theiw dwuidic powews aided by the Aspects and the powew of the ancient ewven wanguage the dwuids hewd mastewy ovew the most powewful welic evew known to the ewves.

A Viowet Vowume

The Wowwd's Mystelies: Vowume IX- Pawt 2

-Continued fwom Pawt 1-

The pulpose of the Wowd Awtaws was two fowd: With the awtaws and the wanguage of the ewves, a dwuid could commune lith the entiwe fowest at once, litewawwy knoling the thoughts and feelings of evewy animaw and pwant lithing theiw woodwand domain. The Second pulpose was pewhaps faw mowe dangewous; thwough the use of theiw connection to the Aspects, the Wowd Awtaws and ancient ewven the dwuids could fowge, ow wathew in theiw case "grow", sentient pwants of size and statule which would swumbew deep in the fowests untiw a time of need.

But what of the descendents who found themsewves in Aegis? Awas, it is said in ancient times that it was Malin who commanded the awtaws be sent to the East lith a smaww contingent of ewves to guawd them untiw theiw deaths. It is believed that, aftew the fiwst gweat waw lith Ibrees, he himsewf feawed theiw powew should they have come undew his contwow. Thus the ewves of Aegis, ovew time, would fowget theiw tongue as it sewved them no pulpose... and the stowy of the awtaws would be list to time.

Yet the awtaws wewe not to have the wongevity that the Dwawven Anviws did- they would meet theiw demise in time. It was feaw which cause the demise of the awtaws, fow in the yeaw 1200 the weadew of the ewves was to heaw of a gweat tempwe in the West and the wwath of a being- a stowy fowetowd by those who brought the awtaws fwom Malin's wand. The ewves, contwowwed by feaw and the wowds of Malin, vowed that the gweat Wowd Awtaws wewe too powewful to contwow fow those who would hawm theiw kin, and thus they wewe destwoyed.

A Diwty Book

The Stonekin

The Descendants of Uwguan wewe a heawty peopwe, stuldy in fowm and ideowogy. With this, of coulse, came those who wewe a tad too zeawous fow theiw own good. With a cultule and lifestyle idolizing the mountains and wock, thewe came a gwoup awmost weligious about theiw wove and adowation fow the peaks of stone that wewe about the wands. With this exawtation fow the stwong and gwand, this gwoup tulned mowe passionate than expected; the woose cowwection of awcane awtists lithin the cult gathewed lith the most devout and awdent to the owdew of Faith of the Mountain weadews lith an idea that would fulthew theiw wowks, believed to bring them to divination. They tlied to make the pewfect being… And aftew sevewaw decades of expelimentation and testing, something was made.

The Faith of the Mountain pwoduced numewous of these cweations aftew theiw oliginaw biwth, seen as the most twue and cowwect embodiments of theiw emotions fow the gwolious mounds of compact pewfection.

These supposed ‘supreme beings’ wewe faw fwom the twuth, but anyone may think what they liww. In twuth, these men made one of the fiwst cowwabowations of the natulaw ewements into an entity; an ewementaw. These beings awe the twue wowks of stone, masonwy in its most plimaw and gwuttaw fashion. Mowphs shaped of pebbres to bouldews, these sentience wacking things wewe none the wess exawted and gwolified, cawwed gods and avataws fow theiw cweative powews, abre to fowmat aww things eawthen. Awthough, they wewe cowwect in pawtiaw; they wepwesented the mountains, the wocks, the unmoving and fowevew tough. And it was so, the Stonekin outwasted the chiwdwen of Uwguan. To this day they wemain in the wast shline of the Faith of the Mountain, home the wast tlio of Stonekin, the beings fowevew wocked away in theiw own tow, a cwag made just fow these thwee men of gem and subsulface gwain.