Post by nael on Mar 26, 2009 6:49:20 GMT -5
*You find a crumpled piece of parchment underneath a barstool*
To whom it may concern,
The corpse you see before you belonged to a faithful servant of Vhaeraun named, Amar.
Not that I believe you would care, but as you are now the sole defender of the body herein I would beg a favor of you.
If it should so amuse you.
Request 1: If any other persons should be reading this, whether in concert or in secret you should make a pact to uphold this Last Will and Testament for apowerful once powerful Ssri'tel'quessir. [/i](This last word is scripted obsessively in comparison to the rest of these arachnid scratchings)
Request 2: Please do not allow my remains to be used for illithid food. I shudder thinking as I write this Last Will and Testament what they might do to my brilliant mind. Suffer no mind flayers as you harbor my mortal remains!
Request 3: Do not even think for a moment of using this body as a receptacle for necromantic filth. I am not some toy to be played with. Even in my unexpected and apparent demise.
Request 4: Please continue my quest against the illithid.
Request 5: WATCH OUT FOR ILLITHIDS!
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*The note rambles on, text shrinking as it nears the bottom edge of the parchment.*
*Turning the parchment over you see a detailed blueprint surrounded by a veritable cloud of directions and specifications in the design for a helmet constructed using a very thin sheet of mithril*
To whom it may concern,
The corpse you see before you belonged to a faithful servant of Vhaeraun named, Amar.
Not that I believe you would care, but as you are now the sole defender of the body herein I would beg a favor of you.
If it should so amuse you.
Request 1: If any other persons should be reading this, whether in concert or in secret you should make a pact to uphold this Last Will and Testament for a
Request 2: Please do not allow my remains to be used for illithid food. I shudder thinking as I write this Last Will and Testament what they might do to my brilliant mind. Suffer no mind flayers as you harbor my mortal remains!
Request 3: Do not even think for a moment of using this body as a receptacle for necromantic filth. I am not some toy to be played with. Even in my unexpected and apparent demise.
Request 4: Please continue my quest against the illithid.
Request 5: WATCH OUT FOR ILLITHIDS!
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*The note rambles on, text shrinking as it nears the bottom edge of the parchment.*
*Turning the parchment over you see a detailed blueprint surrounded by a veritable cloud of directions and specifications in the design for a helmet constructed using a very thin sheet of mithril*
