Post by MjolnirH on Dec 15, 2008 7:35:57 GMT -5
As you goto the library in Sigil you look up the five books on your list.
The Mad Ramblings of Harket Yourgnal
A Dissertation of Illicit Meanderings, By Rogel Hopentraugh
The Rogue Bunnies, by Kerel Pathfinder
Jergal's Guide to Administrating the Dead, pre Kelemvor
The redundancy of Mrykal’s Death, anonymous
here in you find passages that spark the whispers in you head and give you the true meaning of the hidden text.
The two young men stood watching the ceremony. They knew the spells and rituals involved, but still every time they witnessed it to them it was a spectacle of awe and wonder. Master Klyten was with out a doubt one of the most talented and powerful necromancers they had ever seen. They had traveled to an ancient battlefield, under it was buried tens of thousands. The ceremony their dark master was performing was one of the most powerful necromantic enchantments, it would literally raise an army of the dead. An evil fog stretched out from where Master Klyten stood, covering a large piece of the battlefield. Incantations and dread words of power rang out echoing into manifestations of the Necromancer’s will, energies from the void seeped into the ground searching for corpses on which to work its magic. Quiet blanketed the battlefield and the boys looked around excitedly, suddenly a skeletal hand burst forth from the earthy ground followed by another hand as the animated corpse crawled its way from the dark ground into the light again being reborn unto undeath. The ground was breaking apart everywhere as thousands of skeletal warriors from ages past clawed their way up from their slumber to battle again. Four thousand in all, Kyuss and Vecna looked at their master in awe. He stood up from his casting tall and dark, a Necromancer of unequaled power. He spared a glance at his two apprentices, he chuckled to himself. The fools drool at the sight of true power. “Come! We must be back before dawn!” The boys hurried after their Master they entered the carriage which itself was a curious thing. It glowed with a ghostly light and was incorporeal. Inside it was as large and spacious as a small room. It had red velvet cushioned sedans and a small writing desk. The boys and their Master made themselves comfortable. Outside the army of dead marched behind the silently gliding carriage.
Kyuss busied himself with reading the new spell his Master gifted him with. It was a spell that allowed him to converse with sprits of the recent dead. Vecna was studying a creature that he had in a glass jar. It was about two inches long and three-quarters of an inch thick, it was a big fat grub. Master Klyten was a harsh, unforgiving evil man, but he did have a passion for study and Vecna’s interest in his current study pleased him. “What have you learned about that creature?” He asked in a stern tone. Vecna looked up from the glass and looked his master right in the eyes. Good Klyten thought, he’s learning. “This little grub has a voracious appetite for flesh whether living or non, it is to be respected as any dangerous entity. If allowed, on any living victim the Grub will begin burrowing into the flesh and instinctively burrow towards the heart of the creature. Once there the victim will die and the grub will spawn and the corpse will slowly be consumed.” Master Klyten nodded, “Application?” Vecna maintained eye contact and a calm cool exterior, inwardly his heart was racing. I need this to be at least partially correct. “The grubs themselves are short lived and so to would be any corpse that they inhabited. So it would be costly to keep them around unless you had plenty of dead flesh around for them to spawn and feast upon. But any application is bound to be an exercise in futility. Having them infest a zombie would only last for a couple of days at best, unless you continuously healed the undead flesh which for a zombie would be a waste of time and magic.” Master Klyten looked at his pupil and nodded. “Good.” Was all he said and he closed his eyes to meditate. But although he could not see them Vecna could feel other eyes on him. Getting praise from the Master, which is what that was, always infuriated Kyuss when it was Vecna and not himself. Vecna would have to watch himself the next couple or weeks. Test for poisons, and look for deadly traps. <ritual> harvest 6 rot grubs from a freshly animated corpse and put them on the hilt of the weapon
Vecna entered his meager quarters and set the jar on its shelf along with his parchments of notes. He looked over to the young woman sitting in her chair at the foot of his bed. Hello Alison he whispered in an excited tone, she looked up at him and smiled, a dazzling array of perfect teeth. Alison had long red hair and eyes so blue Vecna often lost himself in them. Her skin was a pale white, soft, and warm. Vecna knew every inch of her, after all she was his creation, yet every time he looked at her he found himself weak and wanting. Vecna had surpassed Kyuss in their studies long ago, he was sixteen now and could perform some magics with ease that would be difficult for most Master Mages. Alison was a very special flesh golem, Master Klyten had given Vecna an ancient tome as a test to translate, of course later on Vecna discovered Master Klyten could not make sense of the work inside the tome. Inside the tome lay the secrets to creating Alison, a being of reanimated flesh, not decaying or undead, but simulated life. Through meticulous crafting and application of complex enchantments Alison is the perfect semblance of a young human woman, immortalized in that state for all time. Although she cannot think, she only has a few responses to certain things that Vecna does, but she is perfect to him. Vecna spent the rest of his morning and into the afternoon loving his creation, then he commanded her to sleep. He went to his lab to continue his studies late into the evening. He returned to his room and disrobed, it was dark and he crawled in his bed with Alison and commanded her to awaken he embraced her, something was not right, her skin felt slick and wet and squishy.
“Lumin”, he yelled the incantation to a simple light spell and what the light revealed horrified him to his core. Alison was looking at him and smiling, but her entire body was covered with oozing sores. Vecna felt pain as 4 rot grubs burrowed into him and began their journey to his heart. His horror and fear he forged into anger and hatred, what has that monster Kyuss done to my Alison, even with all of the protective enchantments on her she was undone, destroyed, Kyuss had “killed” her and his grubs were working on killing Vecna. But Vecna has been studying these creatures, knows them inside and out.
He channeled all of his hatred into the spell, “PUTESCO VERMIS NEX!!!!!!”
The magic ripped through him and he screamed in pain as the worms burned inside him.
(ritual)
Allow three rot grubs to burrow into you and then use the command words to activate the weapons power to burn them out.
Master Klyten watched Vecna build the pyre, same craftsmanship as when he made anything, everything was meticulous. Klyten had been the one to put the grubs on the golem, Vecna had grown too attached to it, a weakness, and Vecna had the potential of becoming one of the greatest Necromancers Oerth has ever seen and would see for years to come. He’s brilliant and a natural, the book was a true test, Klyten had given up long ago trying to unlock its secrets, but Vecna did it in a matter of hours. Kyuss was worthless a mere puppet there for Vecna to crush, and now he would. Master Klyten chuckled to himself, Kyuss was about to feel the wrath of his schoolmate and Master Klyten would be there to witness the rise of Vecna.
Vecna kissed Alison’s lifeless lips one last time and then paced back from the pyre. He turned and whispered a goodbye along with the incantations of a fire spell lighting the pyre. The fire reflected in his eyes, but not near as hot as the vengeance that shone there now. Vecna cried for his lost love, the last time he would ever shed a tear.
Kyuss was still fuming about that stuck-up pretty boy Vecna, how come all this stuff comes to easy to him, it’s not fair! Kyuss is still trying to talk with dead people and Vecna has made his own girl. Kyuss chuckled to himself, he’s actually snuck in and used her she was quite compliant. He even has his own lab!
“Stupid Vecna, horses arse, will get what’s..”
“Kyuss”, Vecna said in a calm soothing voice, “Could you come with me to my lab, I wish to show you how to do some things.”
Kyuss looked at Vecna, “really?”
“Yes, I realize that this might sound suspicious, but I have also come to realize that that is how Master Klyten wants it. If we actually worked together, we would eventually be able to overcome him and garner all of his secrets.” Vecna could tell by the stupid smile on Kyuss’s face that the lie had worked. They went to the door to Vecna’s lab and Vecna whispered a number of pass phrases opened the door and walked in. Kyuss followed but Magic slammed into him holding him in place, his whole body erupted into pain and he screamed. Vecna turned around and eyed him coolly, “oops I supposed that I neglected to give you the pass phrase.” Kyuss was beginning to sob, “V-Vecna…why?”
Vecna said not a word and dragged Kyuss to the edge of a pit, cut off all of his clothes, and hooked him up to a harness that was in turn attached to a pulley and winch system. Vecna winched him off the ground and pushed him over a closed pit, all the while Kyuss was begging and pleading. Vecna pulled the cover from the pit and it was filled with big fat green worms, Kyuss screamed even louder seeing his fate. “VECNA NO!!!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!!”
Vecna looked at him with the fires of vengeance burning in his eyes, “This is for Alison” and she slowly began to winch Kyuss into the pit. Kyuss Screamed his voice starting to grow hoarse now, his feet entered the pit and the worms began to burrow into him, he howled, and the more that was lowered the more worms borrowed into him, Kyuss’s world was now one of pain, but he was not dying, why was he not dying, he could feel the worms burrowing through him, hundreds of them finally he was under the worms completely immersed and still the pain, he should be dead, but Vecna denied him that. Vecna could still hear Kyuss’s muffled screams as he cut the rope and covered the pit.
Ritual – harvest a green worm from a son of Kyuss and place it on the hilt of the weapon
The Mad Ramblings of Harket Yourgnal
A Dissertation of Illicit Meanderings, By Rogel Hopentraugh
The Rogue Bunnies, by Kerel Pathfinder
Jergal's Guide to Administrating the Dead, pre Kelemvor
The redundancy of Mrykal’s Death, anonymous
here in you find passages that spark the whispers in you head and give you the true meaning of the hidden text.
The two young men stood watching the ceremony. They knew the spells and rituals involved, but still every time they witnessed it to them it was a spectacle of awe and wonder. Master Klyten was with out a doubt one of the most talented and powerful necromancers they had ever seen. They had traveled to an ancient battlefield, under it was buried tens of thousands. The ceremony their dark master was performing was one of the most powerful necromantic enchantments, it would literally raise an army of the dead. An evil fog stretched out from where Master Klyten stood, covering a large piece of the battlefield. Incantations and dread words of power rang out echoing into manifestations of the Necromancer’s will, energies from the void seeped into the ground searching for corpses on which to work its magic. Quiet blanketed the battlefield and the boys looked around excitedly, suddenly a skeletal hand burst forth from the earthy ground followed by another hand as the animated corpse crawled its way from the dark ground into the light again being reborn unto undeath. The ground was breaking apart everywhere as thousands of skeletal warriors from ages past clawed their way up from their slumber to battle again. Four thousand in all, Kyuss and Vecna looked at their master in awe. He stood up from his casting tall and dark, a Necromancer of unequaled power. He spared a glance at his two apprentices, he chuckled to himself. The fools drool at the sight of true power. “Come! We must be back before dawn!” The boys hurried after their Master they entered the carriage which itself was a curious thing. It glowed with a ghostly light and was incorporeal. Inside it was as large and spacious as a small room. It had red velvet cushioned sedans and a small writing desk. The boys and their Master made themselves comfortable. Outside the army of dead marched behind the silently gliding carriage.
Kyuss busied himself with reading the new spell his Master gifted him with. It was a spell that allowed him to converse with sprits of the recent dead. Vecna was studying a creature that he had in a glass jar. It was about two inches long and three-quarters of an inch thick, it was a big fat grub. Master Klyten was a harsh, unforgiving evil man, but he did have a passion for study and Vecna’s interest in his current study pleased him. “What have you learned about that creature?” He asked in a stern tone. Vecna looked up from the glass and looked his master right in the eyes. Good Klyten thought, he’s learning. “This little grub has a voracious appetite for flesh whether living or non, it is to be respected as any dangerous entity. If allowed, on any living victim the Grub will begin burrowing into the flesh and instinctively burrow towards the heart of the creature. Once there the victim will die and the grub will spawn and the corpse will slowly be consumed.” Master Klyten nodded, “Application?” Vecna maintained eye contact and a calm cool exterior, inwardly his heart was racing. I need this to be at least partially correct. “The grubs themselves are short lived and so to would be any corpse that they inhabited. So it would be costly to keep them around unless you had plenty of dead flesh around for them to spawn and feast upon. But any application is bound to be an exercise in futility. Having them infest a zombie would only last for a couple of days at best, unless you continuously healed the undead flesh which for a zombie would be a waste of time and magic.” Master Klyten looked at his pupil and nodded. “Good.” Was all he said and he closed his eyes to meditate. But although he could not see them Vecna could feel other eyes on him. Getting praise from the Master, which is what that was, always infuriated Kyuss when it was Vecna and not himself. Vecna would have to watch himself the next couple or weeks. Test for poisons, and look for deadly traps. <ritual> harvest 6 rot grubs from a freshly animated corpse and put them on the hilt of the weapon
Vecna entered his meager quarters and set the jar on its shelf along with his parchments of notes. He looked over to the young woman sitting in her chair at the foot of his bed. Hello Alison he whispered in an excited tone, she looked up at him and smiled, a dazzling array of perfect teeth. Alison had long red hair and eyes so blue Vecna often lost himself in them. Her skin was a pale white, soft, and warm. Vecna knew every inch of her, after all she was his creation, yet every time he looked at her he found himself weak and wanting. Vecna had surpassed Kyuss in their studies long ago, he was sixteen now and could perform some magics with ease that would be difficult for most Master Mages. Alison was a very special flesh golem, Master Klyten had given Vecna an ancient tome as a test to translate, of course later on Vecna discovered Master Klyten could not make sense of the work inside the tome. Inside the tome lay the secrets to creating Alison, a being of reanimated flesh, not decaying or undead, but simulated life. Through meticulous crafting and application of complex enchantments Alison is the perfect semblance of a young human woman, immortalized in that state for all time. Although she cannot think, she only has a few responses to certain things that Vecna does, but she is perfect to him. Vecna spent the rest of his morning and into the afternoon loving his creation, then he commanded her to sleep. He went to his lab to continue his studies late into the evening. He returned to his room and disrobed, it was dark and he crawled in his bed with Alison and commanded her to awaken he embraced her, something was not right, her skin felt slick and wet and squishy.
“Lumin”, he yelled the incantation to a simple light spell and what the light revealed horrified him to his core. Alison was looking at him and smiling, but her entire body was covered with oozing sores. Vecna felt pain as 4 rot grubs burrowed into him and began their journey to his heart. His horror and fear he forged into anger and hatred, what has that monster Kyuss done to my Alison, even with all of the protective enchantments on her she was undone, destroyed, Kyuss had “killed” her and his grubs were working on killing Vecna. But Vecna has been studying these creatures, knows them inside and out.
He channeled all of his hatred into the spell, “PUTESCO VERMIS NEX!!!!!!”
The magic ripped through him and he screamed in pain as the worms burned inside him.
(ritual)
Allow three rot grubs to burrow into you and then use the command words to activate the weapons power to burn them out.
Master Klyten watched Vecna build the pyre, same craftsmanship as when he made anything, everything was meticulous. Klyten had been the one to put the grubs on the golem, Vecna had grown too attached to it, a weakness, and Vecna had the potential of becoming one of the greatest Necromancers Oerth has ever seen and would see for years to come. He’s brilliant and a natural, the book was a true test, Klyten had given up long ago trying to unlock its secrets, but Vecna did it in a matter of hours. Kyuss was worthless a mere puppet there for Vecna to crush, and now he would. Master Klyten chuckled to himself, Kyuss was about to feel the wrath of his schoolmate and Master Klyten would be there to witness the rise of Vecna.
Vecna kissed Alison’s lifeless lips one last time and then paced back from the pyre. He turned and whispered a goodbye along with the incantations of a fire spell lighting the pyre. The fire reflected in his eyes, but not near as hot as the vengeance that shone there now. Vecna cried for his lost love, the last time he would ever shed a tear.
Kyuss was still fuming about that stuck-up pretty boy Vecna, how come all this stuff comes to easy to him, it’s not fair! Kyuss is still trying to talk with dead people and Vecna has made his own girl. Kyuss chuckled to himself, he’s actually snuck in and used her she was quite compliant. He even has his own lab!
“Stupid Vecna, horses arse, will get what’s..”
“Kyuss”, Vecna said in a calm soothing voice, “Could you come with me to my lab, I wish to show you how to do some things.”
Kyuss looked at Vecna, “really?”
“Yes, I realize that this might sound suspicious, but I have also come to realize that that is how Master Klyten wants it. If we actually worked together, we would eventually be able to overcome him and garner all of his secrets.” Vecna could tell by the stupid smile on Kyuss’s face that the lie had worked. They went to the door to Vecna’s lab and Vecna whispered a number of pass phrases opened the door and walked in. Kyuss followed but Magic slammed into him holding him in place, his whole body erupted into pain and he screamed. Vecna turned around and eyed him coolly, “oops I supposed that I neglected to give you the pass phrase.” Kyuss was beginning to sob, “V-Vecna…why?”
Vecna said not a word and dragged Kyuss to the edge of a pit, cut off all of his clothes, and hooked him up to a harness that was in turn attached to a pulley and winch system. Vecna winched him off the ground and pushed him over a closed pit, all the while Kyuss was begging and pleading. Vecna pulled the cover from the pit and it was filled with big fat green worms, Kyuss screamed even louder seeing his fate. “VECNA NO!!!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!!”
Vecna looked at him with the fires of vengeance burning in his eyes, “This is for Alison” and she slowly began to winch Kyuss into the pit. Kyuss Screamed his voice starting to grow hoarse now, his feet entered the pit and the worms began to burrow into him, he howled, and the more that was lowered the more worms borrowed into him, Kyuss’s world was now one of pain, but he was not dying, why was he not dying, he could feel the worms burrowing through him, hundreds of them finally he was under the worms completely immersed and still the pain, he should be dead, but Vecna denied him that. Vecna could still hear Kyuss’s muffled screams as he cut the rope and covered the pit.
Ritual – harvest a green worm from a son of Kyuss and place it on the hilt of the weapon
