Weapon:Weathered book displaying the title "Edward the Exorcist" in silveress embossing
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| weathered book displaying the title "Edward the Exorcist" in silveress embossing | |
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| Look: | This weathered book has a faded red canvas jacket that is inset with a large star sapphire. Contrasting the worn white cloth, the lettering has a metallic sheen from silveress accents. |
| Type: | Light Thrown \ Light Blunt |
| Range: | melee |
| Puncture: | no (0/28) |
| Slice: | poor (2/28) |
| Impact: | very heavy (10/28) |
| Fire: | no (0/28) |
| Cold: | no (0/28) |
| Electric: | no (0/28) |
| Force of Impact: | reasonably (7/17) |
| Balance: | fairly (5/17) |
| Suitedness: | soundly (8/17) |
| Construction: | extremely resistant (15/18) |
| Metal: | No |
| Weight: | 35 stones |
| Appraised Cost: | 2,812,500 Kronars2,250,000 Lirums <br />2,029,500 Dokoras <br />2,812.5 LTBpoints <br />2,812.5 Tickets <br />2,812.5 Scrips <br /> |
| Properties: |
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| Dimensions: | 3 length x 1 width x 1 height |
| Sources: | Source is Taisidon Mystery 454/End Loot |
This item trains scholarship.
Note: Seems to have the wrong messaging for one of the passages. A bug has been reported.
Opening your weathered book, you turn to the first page and begin to read. You immerse yourself in the wisdom of your weathered book, deepening your understanding of "Edward the Exorcist".
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "Edward the Exorcist": Abridged from an unknown archivist of the Celestial Compact. Edward the Exorcist was a Cleric of minor repute, noteworthy for being one of the precursors to the modern adventurer-priest. One of the few recorded adventures he had was his brief employment with the Moon Mage Guild. The guild was investing in the excavation of a pre-imperial site along the northern fringes of the Provinces. They had claimed and restored a remarkably intact library on site known as the Emsfolk Archive, but Emsfolk gained a reputation for being haunted. The archive had been staffed for five years before Edward was summoned, and that time was marked by an escalation of uncanny events. The original staff claimed that there was "a darkness" that hung in the building, souring moods and sapping the will.
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "Edward the Exorcist": By the fourth year, experiments showed that the effect had grown to a physical dimming of all light sources within the walls. Decay and decrepitude came on unusually quick: food rotted within days, tools broke frequently, and the staff bore their years heavily. However, the most dangerous effect was luck. Spells misfired at random, mechanisms larger than the men that maintained them were known as death traps, and even the weather seemed at odds with the seasons and their needs in some absurdly malevolent way, reality at Emsfolk was askew. Edward told the Moon Mage Council that he could exorcise the archive for a princely sum and a magical staff created to his specifications. Once the item was complete, Edward set out to confront the demons of the archive. This time, he permitted scrying magic from any magician that wished. The stage had been set for a dramatic confrontation.
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "Edward the Exorcist": Edward strode in to the darkened central hall of the archive, the light and magic of the staff enfolded around him, magnifying his body with the majesty of the stars. The darkness of Emsfolk drew together against his display of might, gathering in the opposite end of the hall. It was a half-manifest entity of shadows, somewhere between a roiling cloud and a pulsating mass of snakes and tentacles. Edward took a step toward the otherworldly horror and rose the staff. He then grabbed the base of the staff with both hands, abruptly pivoted, and swung it against a nearby wall. The head of the staff shattered, falling to the floor as a cloud of broken crystal and glass. The hall plunged into darkness. Edward appeared again, the only figure to be seen against a black backdrop. He was surrounded by a dim aura of golden light, which seemed to radiate from his skin.
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "Edward the Exorcist": The building rumbled as the shadow-creature manifested currents around Edward, yet still his humble light warded him. He formed a ball of lucent energy and half-heartedly threw it into the monster, but the spell sputtered and died on contact. Edward said, "Dear me, isn't this a bother. They were expecting a good show, and we appear to be incompatible." He said, "I'm the wrong sort of person for this job, you know. They should have sent a scholar versed in occult lore they should have sent a Lunar mage with inhuman power and mastery they should have sent a champion to drive you from the plane and craft a tale to be handed down for years to come." Edward shrugged, "But reality doesn't work like that around you, does it? So, you have me."
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "Edward the Exorcist": Edward continued. "Entropy's Glory. That is a very nice name, by the way. Took me three weeks to find an Empath that'd explain the concept to me. A little bit of Zachriedek, a little bit of Urrem'tier, a splash of Eylhaar to taste. Fearsome. Banishing you would've made a bloody-minded hero very happy."The rumbling intensified, and a hissing, slithering sound echoed all around. Edward produced a pipe from an inner jacket pocket, then absently patted himself down to find his tobacco. He said, "Took me much longer to figure out what I was going to say to you. Didn't pay much attention to Moon Mages before now. All that moon and star nonsense, you understand. Fascinating people, though, if you know where to look."
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "Edward the Exorcist": "The last one nearly smashed through my door in a frenzy!" "He asked for knowledge beyond men, and it was given to him." "Your gifts are as cruel as we are." "What do you seek?" The hermit threw his water skin at the feet of the light-being, "Will I be rid of you if I say I seek quiet, or will you merely deafen me?" "What do you seek?" "You can't give me what I want." "What do you seek?" "For the good it'll do us both! I lost my wife to a Skindancer spear six months ago." "You seek her restoration. You seek power over life and death. You seek-" "No!" The light-being fell silent.
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "Edward the Exorcist": He said, "I confess I don't really understand the bit about names, nor why you chose the first one, but that doesn't mean I can't bash you over the head with it. So, here's the deal. I don't care. The people watching us would care, but I don't care very much about them either. Surrender this connection to the plane, and I won't tell them who you are."There was a pause. Commentators later suggested that Entropy's Glory communicated with Edward telepathically. No one but Edward knew what it said, though his response was audible, "Certainly, but there will be other people. That's the will of the gods the fate to which you are bound. It's not within your power to throw off this burden, but you're welcome to keep trying. "Now go, unless you enjoy my company." The shadows around Edward receded into the cracks and corners of the hall, then vanished entirely. Emsfolk was cleansed. Having finished your studies, you close the cover of your weathered book. You feel mentally tired but enlightened.