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The Arcane Order |
| The man awoke with a start. The ending of the
dreaming-gestalt had been sudden, taking him by surprise. As his eyes
slowly opened, he saw the young girl sitting in her chair as she had
been when he began his trance. She paid him no notice, save for the
sideways glance she sometimes cast in between her brews of rank and
powerful poisons. He sat up slowly, the rings of his armor clanging
quietly.
He stood up, taking a few steps toward the skull candle in the corner of the room, slowly waving a hand over it and watching the wisps of smoke dance upward as he did so. The young girl watched him for a moment, an unusual curiosity coming over her. He stroked his read beard for a moment, and then spun on his heels, heading quickly upstairs. He began sorting through the books and tomes he had collected over the years, searching for something in particular. Then, pulling out a dusty, age-worn book he smiled. he took a deep breath, then blew a century's worth of dust from the binding. Setting the book onto the table with a "thud", he opened the yellowed-pages, turning them carefully until he reached the text he was searching for. It read... Baal’morda:
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The
Library Arcane: The Lord of the Dead