Recollection - Volume 4
This page contains the text of a book that can be found in game and is IC knowledge.
A highly detailed frontispiece featuring an open book and a quill, the symbols of Vorin, decorates the inner surface of the cover of this book. Right below it, a few simple words:
- With the blessings of Vorin and the generous aid of Gorstag Tessele of the Blue Order of the Sky
The title page also bears a picture, this time as background: that of a dark moonlit glade, the boles of the surrounding trees looming over it, pressing in thickly. The drawings of the leaves in the foreground are extremely detailed, almost a study of botany, with each vein and margin, are drawn precisely.
Recollection, Volume 4 by Thienna Relimion, as a Fatespinner Savant of the Blue Order of the Sky (now a member of the Green Order of the Forest)
This is the story of the dracolich known as Thanalos, as told in his own words. Whether it is read for edification or entertainment, the story is a profound one.
Finally, through both chance and choice, truth and deception, the mad dragon escaped the confines of the cursed, eternally black forest. He spread his skeletal wings and took to the sky, and though he had seen the world many times from above, never had it looked more beautiful. For one does not truly appreciate freedom until their wings have been clipped, and their soul caged.
And yet the dragon could not feel the cool touch of the wind upon him. He could not smell the scents he had remembered from life. Indeed, for all its beauty, this world was still only a glassy reflection. One he could gaze upon but never touch. He had lived and died in this world, and he had no magic which could change this quintessential fact. Bidding a melancholy farewell, he departed to other realms.
But no one like a truly sad ending, do they?
As the dragon stepped through his portal, he found what awaited him was beyond imagination. Worlds bathed from pole to pole in fire, inhabited by beings who breathed flames as mortal beings do air. Cities where demons and celestials walk the same streets and merchants sell goods from a hundred different worlds. Dimensions where time is but a blur and the land around you is formed and broken by thought alone.
The undead dragon realized that his unlife was more than a reflection upon the water. He had only seen and experienced a mere fraction of what the universe had to offer in his two thousand years of life. It was now that his existence truly began. Bound not by the laws of life, death, or time, or the cage of a single dimension. There were yet limitless experiences to be had, and he would have them all.
May eternity embrace you.