nikolokolus
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Koren nods solemnly and his face is unmistakably relieved. "What I can tell you is that I . . . or rather the Koren you know, hid The Book of Eibon even from myself, lest I be tempted to drink too deeply of its wisdom." He pauses and nervously licks his lips a bit. "My future recollections are hazy, but I think I was worried about one of my apprentices getting his hands on it too?" He shakes his head, "No matter, I did what I must. I created three flawless forgeries and secreted them, along with the true copy, into the possession of unwitting couriers -- friends from long ago, before I had settled into my dotage."
He frowns and a look of heaviness falls across his face, "I'm afraid I will do, (or did?) something rather unsavory." He steels his features and continues, "I laid a terrible geas on my old friends; Doomed them to forget they had ever known me or of the book they possessed. To make up for it, I blessed them with a sort of immortality. A longevity tied to my own life-force; that for as long as my body held breath their lives would be unnaturally extended. Upon my death each servant, would be freed from the geas and the Book in their care would be nothing more than a curious tome of esoteric knowledge beyond their ken. All save Djivan, my most trusted companion from all those years ago." His face takes on a wistful, almost bemused look, "It was a dirty trick that I played on him. He received an additional burden." He points his finger at Rhenmyr, "I know it was wrong, but your master I tasked with returning to my tower in the hopes he'd be able to, umm . . . "wake me up" . . . so to speak. Why he sent you is beyond me."
He finishes tracing some arcane pattern in air in front of the wall and pushes against it lightly, the rock groans and grates as it slides inward, revealing a spherical passage in the polished Obsidian. He then turns and finishes talking to you. "I wish I could remember better. It's probably the shock and trauma the other me suffered?" He pauses briefly, "The last thing I can dredge up from the memories of myself from the other when, is a sense of surprise and betrayal and my insufferable apprentice Abazion's, sneering right before he pointed that blasted wand at me. I know he kills me somehow, but I really need to get back and find out what he knows about my secrets. That Djivan subverted my geas or perhaps couldn't respond to it is equally troublesome. If Abazion finally grew some balls and struck me down, then I suspect he thinks he knows where I hid The Book. If we can find my other servants in time, perhaps we can thwart my duplicitous apprentice yet? If you fail to revivify me, find Al-Dirziddi the Cowled. He sailed east from Odessos. Tychon The Bald, a grim Kimmerian, went west on horseback, Aphrodisias the Fair, as lovely an Illyrian woman as you will ever find went north, and of course Djivan the Wayfarer went South."
Siveon Márcan can feel Koren's grip on his body slipping slightly, roll another saving throw at +4
He frowns and a look of heaviness falls across his face, "I'm afraid I will do, (or did?) something rather unsavory." He steels his features and continues, "I laid a terrible geas on my old friends; Doomed them to forget they had ever known me or of the book they possessed. To make up for it, I blessed them with a sort of immortality. A longevity tied to my own life-force; that for as long as my body held breath their lives would be unnaturally extended. Upon my death each servant, would be freed from the geas and the Book in their care would be nothing more than a curious tome of esoteric knowledge beyond their ken. All save Djivan, my most trusted companion from all those years ago." His face takes on a wistful, almost bemused look, "It was a dirty trick that I played on him. He received an additional burden." He points his finger at Rhenmyr, "I know it was wrong, but your master I tasked with returning to my tower in the hopes he'd be able to, umm . . . "wake me up" . . . so to speak. Why he sent you is beyond me."
He finishes tracing some arcane pattern in air in front of the wall and pushes against it lightly, the rock groans and grates as it slides inward, revealing a spherical passage in the polished Obsidian. He then turns and finishes talking to you. "I wish I could remember better. It's probably the shock and trauma the other me suffered?" He pauses briefly, "The last thing I can dredge up from the memories of myself from the other when, is a sense of surprise and betrayal and my insufferable apprentice Abazion's, sneering right before he pointed that blasted wand at me. I know he kills me somehow, but I really need to get back and find out what he knows about my secrets. That Djivan subverted my geas or perhaps couldn't respond to it is equally troublesome. If Abazion finally grew some balls and struck me down, then I suspect he thinks he knows where I hid The Book. If we can find my other servants in time, perhaps we can thwart my duplicitous apprentice yet? If you fail to revivify me, find Al-Dirziddi the Cowled. He sailed east from Odessos. Tychon The Bald, a grim Kimmerian, went west on horseback, Aphrodisias the Fair, as lovely an Illyrian woman as you will ever find went north, and of course Djivan the Wayfarer went South."
Siveon Márcan can feel Koren's grip on his body slipping slightly, roll another saving throw at +4
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