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The Arcane Order |
| Caladam sat at the table on the first floor
of the Tao Guildhouse, pouring through the material he had collected
from the shelves. Some of the information he had picked up from previous
guild meetings concerning the Order's endeavors, but most of it was new
to him. As he read more and more, a story began to build itself in his
mind, a story of event's long past and a sinister darkness arisen again
to threaten him and those he held dear. Or had it truly ever departed?
Putting aside one of the transcribed works, Caladam took up reading the book marked Forgotten History. It looked as if he were almost done reading the tome when his gaze froze. He glanced up at the section's title marked A Journal of Erebeth the Healer and returned to the lines that had caught his attention. "Jerrel is dead. I found his corpse at the edge of the valley this morning. His body was dried and desiccated as if it had been mummified a century ago. Instantly, I knew this was the work of the Scions." Caladam leaned back in the chair, resting his head against his fist. Memory flooded back to him. He had been the only witness to a scene identical to the one Erebeth wrote down in his journal centuries ago. It had happened during his search for Khalin Wael. Back when Minax was on the verge of conquering Britannia, when Caladam was a newcomer to Tel'Ruid. This did not bode well at all. A sense of danger and evil passed through the young man. They were all on the verge of a dark discovery. Caladam now felt one of the keys to this discovery might lie within Khalin, or Kesar as the elf now referred to himself. Yes, the Drow would warrant some looking into. He sat upright and began reading through the rest of the compilations. This took far longer than it should have in his distracted state. Finally he stood replacing the books back in their places on the shelves. Walking towards the door, Caladam made his way out of the guildhouse. He needed to find Azeron. |
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Library Arcane: The Lord of the Dead