The Lost Tome...(continued)

Tsabicaran sits at his desk in his personal chambers within the High Hall. With a heavy hand he turns another page careful  to not damage it. He looks towards the parchments resting next to him and begins to scribbleupon them. "Hmmm" he says in deep thought.  He turns back to the tome turning yet another page. Hours go by and finally the last page is turned. Again looking over to the now many parchments resting next to him he makes his final scribble. He picks up the parchments and begins shuffling into order. Leaning back in his chair he lets out a sigh. "Now to begin studying them properly" ,he says with determination. Flipping thru page after page and at times going back to reread  certain pages hours pass. He slams the set of parchments down on his desk and grabs his pipe. He pushes clumps of mixed dried grasses  into the pipe and strikes a match upon his cheek. Carefully placing  the match over the opening and drawing heavy upon the mouth piece he  shutters dropping the pipe and the match. With a blank stare he begins to stand up from his resting position. He quickly snaps out of it and stomps on the match, picks up the pipe and places it on his desk. "Crovax...Psycho...I must inform them of this now." He says with a hurried voice.

diary of a mad man pt. 3

When the preparations were ready to find and kill the fallen angel into Crovax's palace were set in motion he only needed one thing a magical carpet that could whisk him away to his prey. He searched long and hard, then found it for the time to strike. But when my spy returned to me to tell me that Crovax had been hidden away in training and couldn't be bothered at all it was the perfect time. Crovax would be all-alone. His mentors gone and his brother Tsabicaran was in a meeting with others trying to get them as his patrons of the order. With the carpet he moved quickly to the fallen angel. She would be dead in a matter of minutes. One by one the meteors hit her barely phasing her. He pressed on deathly aware that the BASTARD must die to his blade tonight! Finally after what seemed to be hours but only minutes she was dead! He quickly moved to the next target. With one slick move the meteors hit harder then before and he was dead. Into the building he went. Walking slowly not making a sound. Shaking with fear and excitement of what Crovax would do if he saw him first. Then he saw him The bastard elf himself he was tall in the picture in his belt pouch he had drawn of him. But it was correct he was indeed tall and slim but muscular. This would be an easy match for I had faith on my side! He will be dead by me! One by one the rocks hit Crovax causing him to drop the joint in which he smoked on the ground. Quickly Rosso without loosing concentration of the spell picked it up and knew it was a gift from the gods. He went on powering down the elf with no giving up. All Crovax could do is watch as he lay there in shock as the illusionist continued to attack his poor frail body. As the final hours passed for Crovax, he gave a girlish scream to try to alert someone of his death but no one came. I waited what seemed like forever to find the next person to slay but no one came. So I moved out with his corpse in hand so I can cast as my own and trapped his soul inside of it. Hours upon hours passed when the deed was surely done. Being brought to the temple of life was the corpse of Crovax where his final resting spot would be. But there in his eyes he seen the bastard elf lying there in the coffin getting up ferociously surviving the beat down of his life. Crovax yelled into the streets "That guy right there tried to kill me! Lock him up in the brig so he will never get out!" Malar attending the funeral quickly grabbed me and through me into this cell I now call home.

The Lost Tome...

Sangraal bursts into the Grand Foyer of the High Hall nearly breathless. He furiously secures the doors behind him and quickly makes his way to the library on the second floor. He throws himself down into a chair. Blood begins to make a small pool on the floor from his many wounds. As he regains his breath Tsabicaran enters the room. Tsabicaran with a concerned face says, "Dear friend I heard the Grand Foyer doors slam and..." Quickly Tsabicaran rushes to the side of Sangraal and begins to heal his wounds. "My bag...it is in my bag," Sangraal says with a heavy breath. "Yes yes it can wait a moment. Please sit still and relax yourself," Tsabicaran says with true concern of his friends state, "We need to get you to the healing room now. Your wounds will mend but not without true proper care." Worried, Tsabicaran helps Sangraal up and walks him to the healing room where priests await to heal him further. As Sangraal is placed on the bed he jolts up and grabs Tsabicaran's arm, "The tome...it is in my bag," Sangraal says has his eyes begin to close..... Sangraal awakens with ease. "The tome Sangraal, where did you find it." Tsabicaran says in a soft voice. "Uh...the tome? Yes the tome! Did you find it?", Sangraals says with fright and concern. "Yes, but where did you find it?" "The Chamber of Intrigue...in the Shattered Keep II." "I see. Do not worry yourself any further my friend you will be fine. Now rest." "But..." Tsabicaran cuts him off saying, "Rest...That is an order." Sangraal nods and lets out a heavy sigh as he begins to fall back asleep.

Current Character Description - Tsabicaran S'sril

I, Tsabicaran S'sril,do hereby pledge to honor the strictures of this sacred heritage and promise by my faith to be loyal to Order of the Radiant Heart maintaining my devotion against all persons without deception or forethought. Further, I vow to promote and uphold the principles of fealty, courtesy, honesty, valor, honor and to solemnly and faithfully follow the edicts of Dugmaren Brightmantle and my order. I take this pledge freely, without coercion or expectation of reward sworn by my hand on this saintly relic Wryd Rune and in blessed memory of those who have given their lives to this noble and just cause.