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imported>An Adventurer at 17:34, 3 July 2010

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	\| It is at times like these that I most miss the presence of my beloved Lady, the fairest light of the Eternal Court, my helpmate and advisor in all important decisions since we first entered into that agreement with His Eternal Splendor. Perhaps, my lost lady love, if we had not been apart, you with your ageless eye and limitless wisdom would have been able to see the flaws in this plan... I have not felt this afraid and uncertain since the day when we stood together at Ayn Tayan, ready to confront the Hopeslayer and the oblivion he represented.		\| It is at times like these that I most miss the presence of my beloved Lady, the fairest light of the Eternal Court, my helpmate and advisor in all important decisions since we first entered into that agreement with His Eternal Splendor. Perhaps, my lost lady love, if we had not been apart, you with your ageless eye and limitless wisdom would have been able to see the flaws in this plan... I have not felt this afraid and uncertain since the day when we stood together at Ayn Tayan, ready to confront the Hopeslayer and the oblivion he represented.

	\| I used the book. It was not my idea, not at first. His Eternal Splendor simply wished to visit unique and eternal torments upon the Mhoires and in particular on that troublesome jester who served them. As a leader of the Winds from Darkness, it seemed an irresistible opportunity to me, to grasp true world-altering power and to feel it bend to my will. So I agreed to open a single page of the Book of Eibhil and use the terrible power contained with its maddening runes to inflict eternal torment upon the enemies of my eternal King. I confess that I saw an opportunity to grasp more power for myself, as well. I was so caught up in the possibilities, I was blinded, as I rarely am, to the consequences.		\| I used the book. It was not my idea, not at first. His Eternal Splendor simply wished to visit unique and eternal torments upon the Mhoires and in particular on that troublesome jester who served them. As a leader of the Winds from Darkness, it seemed an irresistible opportunity to me, to grasp true world-altering power and to feel it bend to my will. So I agreed to open a single page of the Book of Eibhil and use the terrible power contained with its maddening runes to inflict eternal torment upon the enemies of my eternal King. I confess that I saw an opportunity to grasp more power for myself, as well. I was so caught up in the possibilities, I was blinded, as I rarely am, to the consequences.
	\|
	We, the First-Born of Dericost, are prideful in our age. We have lived as we are, part of this world yet forever sundered from it, for ten thousand years. We have watched the struggles of the Yalain and laughed at their over-reaching, even as we mourned our own lands that fell to the insect plague that they unleashed. We have sneered at the mortal minions of the last Yalain even as our most treasured bastions surrendered their secrets to these ubiquitous creatures. It may have been too long since we, the First-Born, felt the humiliation of over-reaching and realized ourselves to be but minor pieces in a game larger than we can comprehend.		\| We, the First-Born of Dericost, are prideful in our age. We have lived as we are, part of this world yet forever sundered from it, for ten thousand years. We have watched the struggles of the Yalain and laughed at their over-reaching, even as we mourned our own lands that fell to the insect plague that they unleashed. We have sneered at the mortal minions of the last Yalain even as our most treasured bastions surrendered their secrets to these ubiquitous creatures. It may have been too long since we, the First-Born, felt the humiliation of over-reaching and realized ourselves to be but minor pieces in a game larger than we can comprehend.

	\| Even as my memories of Menilesh and my love for Aerfalle dwindle, the last emotion that stirs my empty heart may be shame. Shame that I allowed myself to be so duped by the Book, the Book that we knew to be derived from the primal darkness that the Falatacot found so enthralling, the darkness which eventually overcame them. So adept have I become at whispering destructive temptation into the dreams of mortal fools that I did not recognize, until too late, that I was fooled by the whispered blandishments of the Old Ones. Because as I grasped the power that they offered through the Book, even so was I snared in a trap far older than the First-Born.		\| Even as my memories of Menilesh and my love for Aerfalle dwindle, the last emotion that stirs my empty heart may be shame. Shame that I allowed myself to be so duped by the Book, the Book that we knew to be derived from the primal darkness that the Falatacot found so enthralling, the darkness which eventually overcame them. So adept have I become at whispering destructive temptation into the dreams of mortal fools that I did not recognize, until too late, that I was fooled by the whispered blandishments of the Old Ones. Because as I grasped the power that they offered through the Book, even so was I snared in a trap far older than the First-Born.

	\| The use of the Book by such an unprepared and unhallowed hand as mine has created a flaw. There is a new crack in the foundation, a new seam in the fabric of creation. It will not arise now, or even in a thousand years, but it will arise, when the conditions on this troubled island of Killiakta are right. There will be a crack in the invisible lines through which flow the Blood of the World that the primal chaos at the core of the world will exploit. I will do my best to bury this graveyard of tormented Mhoires deep in the ground, protected and concealed with all the wards at my disposal, to conceal the flaw for as long as I can. But the servants of the Old Ones always find a way.		\| The use of the Book by such an unprepared and unhallowed hand as mine has created a flaw. There is a new crack in the foundation, a new seam in the fabric of creation. It will not arise now, or even in a thousand years, but it will arise, when the conditions on this troubled island of Killiakta are right. There will be a crack in the invisible lines through which flow the Blood of the World that the primal chaos at the core of the world will exploit. I will do my best to bury this graveyard of tormented Mhoires deep in the ground, protected and concealed with all the wards at my disposal, to conceal the flaw for as long as I can. But the servants of the Old Ones always find a way.

	\| Some day the power that I brushed upon will be unleashed into the world. Even as I plot to hide the evidence of my mistake, I must also make plans for the future. I will take the Book of Eibhil out of my library and hide it - so that only my eternal sovereign will be able to reach it. And I will notify certain agents of mine that a time will come when the Blood of the World will be spilled and all sensitives will war for control of its flow. I must prepare them for the fight that is inevitable. They are good and loyal servants, and deserving of a better master.		\| Some day the power that I brushed upon will be unleashed into the world. Even as I plot to hide the evidence of my mistake, I must also make plans for the future. I will take the Book of Eibhil out of my library and hide it - so that only my eternal sovereign will be able to reach it. And I will notify certain agents of mine that a time will come when the Blood of the World will be spilled and all sensitives will war for control of its flow. I must prepare them for the fight that is inevitable. They are good and loyal servants, and deserving of a better master.

	}}		}}

imported>Sanddh at 06:04, 30 July 2009

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	~~From the~~ [[Lord Rytheran's Journal]] ~~Quest, introduced during the [[Foolish Ambition]] event.~~		{{Intro
			\| Patch Introduced = [[Foolish Ambition]]
	~~<div style~~=~~"background-color:#EEE8AA; border:2px solid #cc9900;width:80%;padding:30px;margin-bottom:20px;margin-left:5%;margin-right:10%;">~~		\| Related Quests = [[Lord Rytheran's Journal]]
			\| Updated =
	~~[[Image:~~Rytheran's Untranslated Journal Icon~~.png]] <big>~~Rytheran's Untranslated Journal~~</big><br>~~		}}
	''This journal was taken from Lord Rytheran's private sanctum. It is written in the runes of ancient Dericost and is unreadable to the untrained eye.~~''<br>~~		{{Translated Text
	[[Special Properties~~]]:~~ [[Attuned]], [[Bonded]]~~<br>~~		\| How Obtained =
	~~Pretranslation~~ Author~~: ??<br>~~		\| Untranslated Name = Rytheran's Untranslated Journal
	Translator~~: [[~~Danira the Dusty~~]]<br>~~		\| Untranslated Icon Image = Rytheran's Untranslated Journal Icon.png
	Translator Speech~~: <br>~~		\| Untranslated Description = This journal was taken from Lord Rytheran's private sanctum. It is written in the runes of ancient Dericost and is unreadable to the untrained eye.
			\| Untranslated Author = Lord Rytheran
			\| Special Properties = [[Attuned]], [[Bonded]]
			\| Translated Name = Rytheran's Journal
			\| Translated Icon Image = Rytheran's Journal Icon.png
			\| Translated Description = This is a translation of the journal found in Lord Rytheran's Private Sanctum.
			\| Translated Author = Lord Rytheran
			\| Translator = Danira the Dusty
			\| Translator Speech =
	<font color=green>You give Danira the Dusty Rytheran's Untranslated Journal</font><br>		<font color=green>You give Danira the Dusty Rytheran's Untranslated Journal</font><br>
	<font color=darkgoldenrod>Danira the Dusty tells you, "You recovered Rytheran's Journal? Excellent!"</font><br>		<font color=darkgoldenrod>Danira the Dusty tells you, "You recovered Rytheran's Journal? Excellent!"</font><br>
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	<font color=green>You've earned 247,696,546 experience.</font><br>		<font color=green>You've earned 247,696,546 experience.</font><br>

	~~----~~		\| It is at times like these that I most miss the presence of my beloved Lady, the fairest light of the Eternal Court, my helpmate and advisor in all important decisions since we first entered into that agreement with His Eternal Splendor. Perhaps, my lost lady love, if we had not been apart, you with your ageless eye and limitless wisdom would have been able to see the flaws in this plan... I have not felt this afraid and uncertain since the day when we stood together at Ayn Tayan, ready to confront the Hopeslayer and the oblivion he represented.
	~~----~~		\| I used the book. It was not my idea, not at first. His Eternal Splendor simply wished to visit unique and eternal torments upon the Mhoires and in particular on that troublesome jester who served them. As a leader of the Winds from Darkness, it seemed an irresistible opportunity to me, to grasp true world-altering power and to feel it bend to my will. So I agreed to open a single page of the Book of Eibhil and use the terrible power contained with its maddening runes to inflict eternal torment upon the enemies of my eternal King. I confess that I saw an opportunity to grasp more power for myself, as well. I was so caught up in the possibilities, I was blinded, as I rarely am, to the consequences.
			\|
	~~[[Image:Rytheran's Journal Icon.png]] <big>Rytheran's Journal</big><br>~~
	~~''This is a translation of the journal found in Lord Rytheran's Private Sanctum.''~~
	~~----~~

	It is at times like these that I most miss the presence of my beloved Lady, the fairest light of the Eternal Court, my helpmate and advisor in all important decisions since we first entered into that agreement with His Eternal Splendor. Perhaps, my lost lady love, if we had not been apart, you with your ageless eye and limitless wisdom would have been able to see the flaws in this plan... I have not felt this afraid and uncertain since the day when we stood together at Ayn Tayan, ready to confront the Hopeslayer and the oblivion he represented.

	~~----~~

	I used the book. It was not my idea, not at first. His Eternal Splendor simply wished to visit unique and eternal torments upon the Mhoires and in particular on that troublesome jester who served them. As a leader of the Winds from Darkness, it seemed an irresistible opportunity to me, to grasp true world-altering power and to feel it bend to my will. So I agreed to open a single page of the Book of Eibhil and use the terrible power contained with its maddening runes to inflict eternal torment upon the enemies of my eternal King. I confess that I saw an opportunity to grasp more power for myself, as well. I was so caught up in the possibilities, I was blinded, as I rarely am, to the consequences.

	~~----~~

	We, the First-Born of Dericost, are prideful in our age. We have lived as we are, part of this world yet forever sundered from it, for ten thousand years. We have watched the struggles of the Yalain and laughed at their over-reaching, even as we mourned our own lands that fell to the insect plague that they unleashed. We have sneered at the mortal minions of the last Yalain even as our most treasured bastions surrendered their secrets to these ubiquitous creatures. It may have been too long since we, the First-Born, felt the humiliation of over-reaching and realized ourselves to be but minor pieces in a game larger than we can comprehend.		We, the First-Born of Dericost, are prideful in our age. We have lived as we are, part of this world yet forever sundered from it, for ten thousand years. We have watched the struggles of the Yalain and laughed at their over-reaching, even as we mourned our own lands that fell to the insect plague that they unleashed. We have sneered at the mortal minions of the last Yalain even as our most treasured bastions surrendered their secrets to these ubiquitous creatures. It may have been too long since we, the First-Born, felt the humiliation of over-reaching and realized ourselves to be but minor pieces in a game larger than we can comprehend.
			\| Even as my memories of Menilesh and my love for Aerfalle dwindle, the last emotion that stirs my empty heart may be shame. Shame that I allowed myself to be so duped by the Book, the Book that we knew to be derived from the primal darkness that the Falatacot found so enthralling, the darkness which eventually overcame them. So adept have I become at whispering destructive temptation into the dreams of mortal fools that I did not recognize, until too late, that I was fooled by the whispered blandishments of the Old Ones. Because as I grasped the power that they offered through the Book, even so was I snared in a trap far older than the First-Born.
	~~----~~		\| The use of the Book by such an unprepared and unhallowed hand as mine has created a flaw. There is a new crack in the foundation, a new seam in the fabric of creation. It will not arise now, or even in a thousand years, but it will arise, when the conditions on this troubled island of Killiakta are right. There will be a crack in the invisible lines through which flow the Blood of the World that the primal chaos at the core of the world will exploit. I will do my best to bury this graveyard of tormented Mhoires deep in the ground, protected and concealed with all the wards at my disposal, to conceal the flaw for as long as I can. But the servants of the Old Ones always find a way.
			\| Some day the power that I brushed upon will be unleashed into the world. Even as I plot to hide the evidence of my mistake, I must also make plans for the future. I will take the Book of Eibhil out of my library and hide it - so that only my eternal sovereign will be able to reach it. And I will notify certain agents of mine that a time will come when the Blood of the World will be spilled and all sensitives will war for control of its flow. I must prepare them for the fight that is inevitable. They are good and loyal servants, and deserving of a better master.
	Even as my memories of Menilesh and my love for Aerfalle dwindle, the last emotion that stirs my empty heart may be shame. Shame that I allowed myself to be so duped by the Book, the Book that we knew to be derived from the primal darkness that the Falatacot found so enthralling, the darkness which eventually overcame them. So adept have I become at whispering destructive temptation into the dreams of mortal fools that I did not recognize, until too late, that I was fooled by the whispered blandishments of the Old Ones. Because as I grasped the power that they offered through the Book, even so was I snared in a trap far older than the First-Born.		}}

	~~----~~

	The use of the Book by such an unprepared and unhallowed hand as mine has created a flaw. There is a new crack in the foundation, a new seam in the fabric of creation. It will not arise now, or even in a thousand years, but it will arise, when the conditions on this troubled island of Killiakta are right. There will be a crack in the invisible lines through which flow the Blood of the World that the primal chaos at the core of the world will exploit. I will do my best to bury this graveyard of tormented Mhoires deep in the ground, protected and concealed with all the wards at my disposal, to conceal the flaw for as long as I can. But the servants of the Old Ones always find a way.

	~~----~~

	Some day the power that I brushed upon will be unleashed into the world. Even as I plot to hide the evidence of my mistake, I must also make plans for the future. I will take the Book of Eibhil out of my library and hide it - so that only my eternal sovereign will be able to reach it. And I will notify certain agents of mine that a time will come when the Blood of the World will be spilled and all sensitives will war for control of its flow. I must prepare them for the fight that is inevitable. They are good and loyal servants, and deserving of a better master.

	~~----~~

	~~-- [[Lord Rytheran]]~~
	~~</div>~~

	~~[[Category:Text]]~~

imported>Someguy at 00:11, 25 May 2009

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	[[Image:Rytheran's Untranslated Journal ~~icon~~.png]] <big>Rytheran's Untranslated Journal</big><br>		[[Image:Rytheran's Untranslated Journal Icon.png]] <big>Rytheran's Untranslated Journal</big><br>
	''This journal was taken from Lord Rytheran's private sanctum. It is written in the runes of ancient Dericost and is unreadable to the untrained eye.''<br>		''This journal was taken from Lord Rytheran's private sanctum. It is written in the runes of ancient Dericost and is unreadable to the untrained eye.''<br>
	[[Special Properties]]: [[Attuned]], [[Bonded]]<br>		[[Special Properties]]: [[Attuned]], [[Bonded]]<br>
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	[[Image:Rytheran's Journal ~~icon~~.png]] <big>Rytheran's Journal</big><br>		[[Image:Rytheran's Journal Icon.png]] <big>Rytheran's Journal</big><br>
	''This is a translation of the journal found in Lord Rytheran's Private Sanctum.''		''This is a translation of the journal found in Lord Rytheran's Private Sanctum.''
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imported>An Adventurer at 04:44, 10 August 2008

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	[[~~Image:~~Rytheran's Journal ~~icon.png~~]]		From the [[Lord Rytheran's Journal]] Quest, introduced during the [[Foolish Ambition]] event.

	~~'''Name~~:~~''' Rytheran's Journal~~		<div style="background-color:#EEE8AA; border:2px solid #cc9900;width:80%;padding:30px;margin-bottom:20px;margin-left:5%;margin-right:10%;">

	'''~~Description~~:''' ~~This~~ is a translation of the ~~journal found in [[Lord~~ Rytheran's ~~Private Sanctum]]~~.		[[Image:Rytheran's Untranslated Journal icon.png]] <big>Rytheran's Untranslated Journal</big><br>
			''This journal was taken from Lord Rytheran's private sanctum. It is written in the runes of ancient Dericost and is unreadable to the untrained eye.''<br>
			[[Special Properties]]: [[Attuned]], [[Bonded]]<br>
			Pretranslation Author: ??<br>
			Translator: [[Danira the Dusty]]<br>
			Translator Speech: <br>
			<font color=green>You give Danira the Dusty Rytheran's Untranslated Journal</font><br>
			<font color=darkgoldenrod>Danira the Dusty tells you, "You recovered Rytheran's Journal? Excellent!"</font><br>
			<font color=green>Danira briefly skims the pages of Dericostian runes.</font><br>
			<font color=darkgoldenrod>Danira the Dusty tells you, "Unfortunate... The journal provides little information about where he has hidden the Book of Eibhil. I suppose it was too much to hope for. Still, this book has done much to illuminate the undead lord's thinking, and it shows us he is intimately involved with the ley line disturbances and the rise of the graveyard... Oh, what has Rytheran unleashed?"</font><br>
			<font color=darkgoldenrod>Danira the Dusty tells you, "I thank you for this. I'll provide you with a translation of the text, for your own edification, and some practical knowledge "</font><br>
			<font color=green>Danira gives you Rytheran's Journal</font><br>
			<font color=green>You've earned 247,696,546 experience.</font><br>

	~~'''Author:''' [[Lord Rytheran]]~~		----
			----

	''~~'How obtained:'~~'' [[Lord Rytheran's ~~Journal]] quest~~.		[[Image:Rytheran's Journal icon.png]] <big>Rytheran's Journal</big><br>
			''This is a translation of the journal found in Lord Rytheran's Private Sanctum.''
			----

	~~'''Pages:''' 6~~		It is at times like these that I most miss the presence of my beloved Lady, the fairest light of the Eternal Court, my helpmate and advisor in all important decisions since we first entered into that agreement with His Eternal Splendor. Perhaps, my lost lady love, if we had not been apart, you with your ageless eye and limitless wisdom would have been able to see the flaws in this plan... I have not felt this afraid and uncertain since the day when we stood together at Ayn Tayan, ready to confront the Hopeslayer and the oblivion he represented.

	~~'''Text:'''~~		----

	~~''It is at times like these that~~ I ~~most miss~~ the ~~presence of~~ my ~~beloved Lady~~, the ~~fairest light of the Eternal Court, my helpmate~~ and ~~advisor~~ in ~~all important decisions since we first entered into~~ that ~~agreement with His Eternal Splendor~~. ~~Perhaps~~, my ~~lost lady love, if we had not been apart, you~~ with ~~your ageless eye and limitless wisdom would have been able~~ to ~~see~~ the ~~flaws in this plan.~~.. I ~~have not felt this afraid and uncertain since~~ the ~~day when we stood together at Ayn Tayan~~, ~~ready~~ to ~~confront the Hopeslayer and~~ the ~~oblivion he represented~~.		I used the book. It was not my idea, not at first. His Eternal Splendor simply wished to visit unique and eternal torments upon the Mhoires and in particular on that troublesome jester who served them. As a leader of the Winds from Darkness, it seemed an irresistible opportunity to me, to grasp true world-altering power and to feel it bend to my will. So I agreed to open a single page of the Book of Eibhil and use the terrible power contained with its maddening runes to inflict eternal torment upon the enemies of my eternal King. I confess that I saw an opportunity to grasp more power for myself, as well. I was so caught up in the possibilities, I was blinded, as I rarely am, to the consequences.

	''I used the book. It was not my idea, not at first. His Eternal Splendor simply wished to visit unique and eternal torments upon the Mhoires and in particular on that troublesome jester who served them. As a leader of the Winds from Darkness, it seemed an irresistible opportunity to me, to grasp true world-altering power and to feel it bend to my will. So I agreed to open a single page of the Book of Eibhil and use the terrible power contained with its maddening runes to inflict eternal torment upon the enemies of my eternal King. I confess that I saw an opportunity to grasp more power for myself, as well. I was so caught up in the possibilities, I was blinded, as I rarely am, to the consequences.		----

	''We, the First-Born of Dericost, are prideful in our age. We have lived as we are, part of this world yet forever sundered from it, for ten thousand years. We have watched the struggles of the Yalain and laughed at their over-reaching, even as we mourned our own lands that fell to the insect plague that they unleashed. We have sneered at the mortal minions of the last Yalain even as our most treasured bastions surrendered their secrets to these ubiquitous creatures. It may have been too long since we, the First-Born, felt the humiliation of over-reaching and realized ourselves to be but minor pieces in a game larger than we can comprehend.		We, the First-Born of Dericost, are prideful in our age. We have lived as we are, part of this world yet forever sundered from it, for ten thousand years. We have watched the struggles of the Yalain and laughed at their over-reaching, even as we mourned our own lands that fell to the insect plague that they unleashed. We have sneered at the mortal minions of the last Yalain even as our most treasured bastions surrendered their secrets to these ubiquitous creatures. It may have been too long since we, the First-Born, felt the humiliation of over-reaching and realized ourselves to be but minor pieces in a game larger than we can comprehend.

	''Even as my memories of Menilesh and my love for Aerfalle dwindle, the last emotion that stirs my empty heart may be shame. Shame that I allowed myself to be so duped by the Book, the Book that we knew to be derived from the primal darkness that the Falatacot found so enthralling, the darkness which eventually overcame them. So adept have I become at whispering destructive temptation into the dreams of mortal fools that I did not recognize, until too late, that I was fooled by the whispered blandishments of the Old Ones. Because as I grasped the power that they offered through the Book, even so was I snared in a trap far older than the First-~~Born.~~		----

	~~''The use~~ of ~~the Book by such an unprepared~~ and ~~unhallowed hand as mine has created a flaw. There is a new crack in the foundation~~, ~~a new seam in~~ the ~~fabric of creation~~. ~~It will not arise now, or even in a thousand years, but it will arise, when the conditions on this troubled island of Killiakta are right. There will~~ be ~~a crack in~~ the ~~invisible lines through which flow~~ the ~~Blood of the World~~ that the primal ~~chaos at~~ the ~~core of~~ the ~~world will exploit~~. I ~~will do my best to bury this graveyard~~ of ~~tormented Mhoires deep in the ground~~, ~~protected and concealed with all the wards at my disposal~~, ~~to conceal the flaw for as long as~~ I ~~can. But~~ the ~~servants~~ of the Old Ones ~~always find~~ a ~~way~~.		Even as my memories of Menilesh and my love for Aerfalle dwindle, the last emotion that stirs my empty heart may be shame. Shame that I allowed myself to be so duped by the Book, the Book that we knew to be derived from the primal darkness that the Falatacot found so enthralling, the darkness which eventually overcame them. So adept have I become at whispering destructive temptation into the dreams of mortal fools that I did not recognize, until too late, that I was fooled by the whispered blandishments of the Old Ones. Because as I grasped the power that they offered through the Book, even so was I snared in a trap far older than the First-Born.

	''Some day the power that I brushed upon will be unleashed into the world. Even as I plot to hide the evidence of my mistake, I must also make plans for the future. I will take the Book of Eibhil out of my library and hide it - so that only my eternal sovereign will be able to reach it. And I will notify certain agents of mine that a time will come when the Blood of the World will be spilled and all sensitives will war for control of its flow. I must prepare them for the fight that is inevitable. They are good and loyal servants, and deserving of a better master.		----

			The use of the Book by such an unprepared and unhallowed hand as mine has created a flaw. There is a new crack in the foundation, a new seam in the fabric of creation. It will not arise now, or even in a thousand years, but it will arise, when the conditions on this troubled island of Killiakta are right. There will be a crack in the invisible lines through which flow the Blood of the World that the primal chaos at the core of the world will exploit. I will do my best to bury this graveyard of tormented Mhoires deep in the ground, protected and concealed with all the wards at my disposal, to conceal the flaw for as long as I can. But the servants of the Old Ones always find a way.

			----

			Some day the power that I brushed upon will be unleashed into the world. Even as I plot to hide the evidence of my mistake, I must also make plans for the future. I will take the Book of Eibhil out of my library and hide it - so that only my eternal sovereign will be able to reach it. And I will notify certain agents of mine that a time will come when the Blood of the World will be spilled and all sensitives will war for control of its flow. I must prepare them for the fight that is inevitable. They are good and loyal servants, and deserving of a better master.

			----

			-- [[Lord Rytheran]]
			</div>

	[[Category:Text]]		[[Category:Text]]

imported>Tlosk at 11:39, 26 March 2008

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	'''Name:''' Rytheran's Journal		'''Name:''' Rytheran's Journal

	'''Description:''' This is a translation of the journal found in Lord Rytheran's ~~private sanctum~~.		'''Description:''' This is a translation of the journal found in [[Lord Rytheran's Private Sanctum]].

	'''Author:''' [[Lord Rytheran]]		'''Author:''' [[Lord Rytheran]]

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New page: '''Name:''' Rytheran's Journal '''Description:''' This is a translation of the journal found in Lord Rytheran's private sanctum. '''Author:''' Lord Rytheran '''How obtained:''' [[Lo...

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'''Name:''' Rytheran's Journal

'''Description:''' This is a translation of the journal found in Lord Rytheran's private sanctum.

'''Author:''' [[Lord Rytheran]]

'''How obtained:''' [[Lord Rytheran's Journal]] quest.

'''Pages:''' 6

'''Text:'''

''It is at times like these that I most miss the presence of my beloved Lady, the fairest light of the Eternal Court, my helpmate and advisor in all important decisions since we first entered into that agreement with His Eternal Splendor. Perhaps, my lost lady love, if we had not been apart, you with your ageless eye and limitless wisdom would have been able to see the flaws in this plan... I have not felt this afraid and uncertain since the day when we stood together at Ayn Tayan, ready to confront the Hopeslayer and the oblivion he represented.

''I used the book. It was not my idea, not at first. His Eternal Splendor simply wished to visit unique and eternal torments upon the Mhoires and in particular on that troublesome jester who served them. As a leader of the Winds from Darkness, it seemed an irresistible opportunity to me, to grasp true world-altering power and to feel it bend to my will. So I agreed to open a single page of the Book of Eibhil and use the terrible power contained with its maddening runes to inflict eternal torment upon the enemies of my eternal King. I confess that I saw an opportunity to grasp more power for myself, as well. I was so caught up in the possibilities, I was blinded, as I rarely am, to the consequences.

''We, the First-Born of Dericost, are prideful in our age. We have lived as we are, part of this world yet forever sundered from it, for ten thousand years. We have watched the struggles of the Yalain and laughed at their over-reaching, even as we mourned our own lands that fell to the insect plague that they unleashed. We have sneered at the mortal minions of the last Yalain even as our most treasured bastions surrendered their secrets to these ubiquitous creatures. It may have been too long since we, the First-Born, felt the humiliation of over-reaching and realized ourselves to be but minor pieces in a game larger than we can comprehend.

''Even as my memories of Menilesh and my love for Aerfalle dwindle, the last emotion that stirs my empty heart may be shame. Shame that I allowed myself to be so duped by the Book, the Book that we knew to be derived from the primal darkness that the Falatacot found so enthralling, the darkness which eventually overcame them. So adept have I become at whispering destructive temptation into the dreams of mortal fools that I did not recognize, until too late, that I was fooled by the whispered blandishments of the Old Ones. Because as I grasped the power that they offered through the Book, even so was I snared in a trap far older than the First-Born.

''The use of the Book by such an unprepared and unhallowed hand as mine has created a flaw. There is a new crack in the foundation, a new seam in the fabric of creation. It will not arise now, or even in a thousand years, but it will arise, when the conditions on this troubled island of Killiakta are right. There will be a crack in the invisible lines through which flow the Blood of the World that the primal chaos at the core of the world will exploit. I will do my best to bury this graveyard of tormented Mhoires deep in the ground, protected and concealed with all the wards at my disposal, to conceal the flaw for as long as I can. But the servants of the Old Ones always find a way.

''Some day the power that I brushed upon will be unleashed into the world. Even as I plot to hide the evidence of my mistake, I must also make plans for the future. I will take the Book of Eibhil out of my library and hide it - so that only my eternal sovereign will be able to reach it. And I will notify certain agents of mine that a time will come when the Blood of the World will be spilled and all sensitives will war for control of its flow. I must prepare them for the fight that is inevitable. They are good and loyal servants, and deserving of a better master.

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