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It was the seventeenth day of the month of the Long Shadows and I, Verlani
Del'hesitai, sworn defender of the Empress of Seantryn Modan set out
to bind by magical means the perfect bodyguard to protect our beloved
Empress.
The task intrigued me as such had never been undertaken by an apprentice
such as myself. These tasks often left to the grand wizards who spend
their days in study of magics lost to most. The wizards who give counsel
to her majesty, but in their bickering I have come across the writings
of the madman who once thought to join humans and bulls together. A messy
lot that, the madman thought simply removing the head of the bull and
placing it on the decapitated human body would produce the super race he
sought. Yet in all his fumblings it wasn't to be, and at best his research
produced horribly disfigured corpses fit for mockery if nothing else.
My hands clutched his life's work and I thought where he failed perhaps I
would succeed and what he thought to be perfect in surgery I would bind
with magic. A new creature, a new beginning, a perfect specimen to guard
the Empress at all costs. Strength unmatched by any other. A head taller
than most humans with loyal obedience and an even temper perfect in every
way. I'll admit here in these volumes that my haste to merge the two would
eventually be my downfall.
Though the beginning was simple. An ancient ritual passed down from the
priests who once called Seantryn Modan their home. It all starts with the
formation of the altar. The priests were specific in their directives on
the creation of such an altar. It must be constructed of a certain type of
wood... (The writing trails off under a blanket of grime.)
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