Vampire King's Anthology of the League of Anacan
Type | Book |
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Discovered By | Anatoly Raskolnikov |
Discovery Date | 8.15.2019 |
Discovery Location | Brive, East Continent |
Abilities | Prestige +5 |
Current Owner | Brigdha Dubhaine |
Discovered by a soldier under the banner of house Raskolnikov while searching for usable items after a battle in Brive.
One of your men finds something interesting among the rubble, a unique and legendary item, the Vampire King's Anthology of the League of Anacan (Book, +5 prestige).
With a dark presence and an unholy aura, the book seemed too evil for the noble, and so he traded it to the adventurer Veronika for another item of similar power but without the unholy stench the book had.
The Musing of Baroness Brigdha Dubhaine
The haggling would give her time to consider the more significant find. The Anthology. She'd heard rumour of the dread tome in her travels, an ostensibly innocuous history of the Far East written by one of that ageless and undying order who prey not merely upon the blood of men but upon their every misery. To some such a tome would be considered a fine discovery, a possession to arouse jealousy and awe in equal measure, perhaps to nonchalantly be quoted before a battle, or even perhaps to form the basis of magical workings such as the maunts were fond of. A link to denizens of the High Firmament who should be kept well and truly beyond the moonbeam roads, pedlars of parlour tricks in exchange for mens' souls.
As a traveller of those moonbeam roads and a skilled adept not of the mysteries but of the essential sciences, to Brigdha it was a work of utmost peril if truly what it seemed. The priestess gently turned the pages, checking its provenance. The penmanship was certainly that of the Far East and not that of free hands either, the ink bubbling with the anguish of the scribes from whom it had been drawn and upon whose quills it had dried even as they scratched the feverish prose which emanated from their dread master - if prose it could be named for there were mad cacophonies of poem and digression into esoteric geometry which turned all convention of narrative history on its head. So many lives consumed to produce a work at once both magnificent in its scope and irredeemably malign in its execution... an insight less into the History of the League of Anacan than into the manner of its demise, the autopsy of a people by the hidden hand who had guided their destruction.
And there, slumbering within that labyrinth of madness lay the mind who had commissioned it. Knowing the fate which would soon fall upon the Far East the eponymous Vampire King had conceived this very work much as a shipwright might the vessel to bare him safely from the ruin of a drowned island, and about it he had spun many protections to ensure his survival. Under no circumstances could this thing be allowed to fall into mundane hands for fear that its creator's plan would come to fruition and fresh calamity be visited upon the East Continent.