Item:Ornate anloral reliquary

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ornate anloral reliquary
Look: The shimmering pale blue stone comprising this container is carved into the shape of an elderly wolf curled protectively around a sturdy box, its stout simplicity at odds with the elaborate latching mechanism securing whatever is inside. Done entirely in kertig, the closure defies conventional wisdom about the workability of the notoriously hard metal with its delicate detailing and intensely intricate design.
Weight: 10 stones
Metal: Unknown
Appraised Cost: Unknown
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Sources: Source is Guildfest 412/Auction

Meraud's Reliquary

Housed within this sacred container is a scrap of the last work of a master enchanter. Clerics who revere Meraud have found that keeping this sacred object close improves their memory for spell patterns, allowing such to sometimes persist through death.

Evoke

The letters swim before your eyes, though you cannot say if it is tears, or age, or weariness that clouds your vision. The individual words and patterns are each as familiar as a lover, but today the meaning of the whole escapes you. At last, you relent, beckoning a nearby acolyte.

"Child, fetch me the previous volume if you will. The author's reasoning eludes me. There was a certain figure..."

Fear and uncertainty fill the acolyte's eyes.

"But master, *you* wrote this volume."

Individually, you understand each word, but the meaning of the whole escapes you. Dread claws at your heart, but a terrible certainty rises within you.

"Yes. Yes, of course. Do forgive me. I won't be needing you further this afternoon."

Your eyes fill with tears. You bow your head, lest the falling drops mar the text.

"Meraud, Meraud, oh please, please have mercy for your faithful servant..."

With a start, you find yourself drawn back to the reality of the here and now.