Role

Chapter 1

Lord and Ladies of the Holy Triumvirate,
Three days ago I was asked to lead a detachment of Peacekeepers to the Plains
west and north of the city, near the pass to the darkness befallen tragedy
that is Udgaard Lokes. Travelers spoke of a deafening explosion, the likes
of which none could recall. We located the site easily enough, dark pillars
of smoke, curiously magenta and the purest white, still billowed up to the
sky from a perfectly square pit in the ground 16 feet on each side. We found
two survivors, Taroli ri Recien (adult) and his son, Gie ri Recien (10 years
of age, as he tell it), though the elder was soon to be bound for the Azure
Fields. Before he succumbed to his wounds - terrible, deep, rents in his body
oozed such maladies it killed the grass it fell upon - Taroli told us his
tale.
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Taroli and his son were traveling merchants, or so everyone believed. While
they plied the simple trade of scribes and booksellers, they secretly held a
- depending on who describes it - a most magnificent or terrible repository
of knowledge: the Library of the Three. I know you scoff, but the he is
adamant it is what they carried within their extra-planar tower - 16 feet
square, 32 feet tall, and half-buried into the group - the explanation for
the cube of missing earth in the plains.
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After years of quiet travel, they were set upon by an unknown assailant,
though his magical and blade work suggested training as an anti-paladin. He
managed to surprise them within the tower and took the boy, Gie, hostage, a
venomous and unholy dagger held to his neck. Taroli did not share with me how
they escaped, only that they did. In the process Gie suffered a grievous cut
across his neck, nearly killing him outright, and Taroli suffered multiple
stab wounds. They leapt from the Tower. Taroli spoke what he called the Loss
- a phrase of command which tore the tower, and the Library, from our plane
and sent it elsewhere, their attacker still trapped within. Taroli swears the
items are warded beyond use, but I remain uncertain. Where the Library is
now, he did not, or would not, say before his passing.
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That would be the end of the story for Taroli and his son, save for one final
incident worth including here. The brief rending of the planar borders
allowed a spirit from the Azure Fields to fall into ours. Perhaps
recognizing some unspoken of selflessness on the boys part, perhaps the
origin of his injury, it joined with him. With the spirit of an archon within
him now, he survived his wounds long enough for us to reach and heal him best
we can, though I now fear his wound will never fully close, and will bother
him to the end of his days.
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I will vouch for the boy, and suggest he enter training with our knights.
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Honor be,
Jeorynal, Scout of Voralia City