Hidden under tattered robes and clutched to the chest of the remains of the acolyte – his spellbook has been protected from the ravages of fire and time. Mostly.
The book – while badly damaged – can still be partially read. Besides the pages containing spells, incantations and rituals – the last page has been used to scribble down a hurried journal entry:
“I can sense the passing of the souls of my brothers and hear the screams of the sacred legionaires. It was naive to think we could hold back the forces of the corrupt emperor. He has sent Arddrach-Kinziru to deal a final blow to the northern temples. We shall fall.
I have sent the initiates to H’lema. She will make use of them to spite the enemy. As i will now spite them by denying them the knowledge of our Lord. Arddrach-Kinziru will never know of Death Walking. He will never gaze past the veil.
I hear fighting near the altars. May the blood spilt strengthen Ianus. May he smite them all with the death they so fear. May they learn the most bitter lesson of our Lord – without love of death, there can be no love of life.”
I shall shatter the gem and release the spirit of destruction. Know that I was B’raish – acolyte of Ianus – in life and death I defied the fallen empire.
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