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| How Obtained = Dropped by the [[Zombie (44)|Zombie]] in [[Frest Greelving's Mansion]]. | |||
| Untranslated Name = An Old Chronicle | |||
| Untranslated Icon Image = An Old Chronicle Icon.png | |||
| Untranslated Description = An old and crumbling chronicle written in an unrecognizable language. | |||
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Translator Speech | | Translated Name = Chronicle of Archeological Site Celadon | ||
<font color=green>You give Bretself the Translator An Old Chronicle.<br></font> | | Translated Icon Image = Chronicle of Archeological Site Celadon Icon.png | ||
| Translated Description = 29 of 36 pages full. | |||
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| Translator = Bretself the Translator | |||
| Translator Speech = <font color=green>You give Bretself the Translator An Old Chronicle.<br></font> | |||
<font color=darkgoldenrod>Bretself the Translator tells you, "This is an ancient chronicle, written in Yalaini. It is a frightening tale. If this is truth and not some fiction, there are things in this world that are best left alone to slumber in their black depths..."<br></font> | <font color=darkgoldenrod>Bretself the Translator tells you, "This is an ancient chronicle, written in Yalaini. It is a frightening tale. If this is truth and not some fiction, there are things in this world that are best left alone to slumber in their black depths..."<br></font> | ||
<font color=green>Bretself the Translator gives you Chronicle of Archeological Site Celadon.<br></font> | <font color=green>Bretself the Translator gives you Chronicle of Archeological Site Celadon.<br></font> | ||
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Day One<br> | Day One<br> | ||
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On this bright day the excavation begins. | On this bright day the excavation begins. | ||
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Day Two<br> | Day Two<br> | ||
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We have excavated deeper than on most of our other digs but found nothing further. | We have excavated deeper than on most of our other digs but found nothing further. | ||
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Aimara insists this is a place of interest, though it is based on a mere feeling. If I did not know her better, nor her success in these matters, I might give up and proceed to Site Bronze. | Aimara insists this is a place of interest, though it is based on a mere feeling. If I did not know her better, nor her success in these matters, I might give up and proceed to Site Bronze. | ||
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We have set up a study center within the excavation and made it comfortable. We can sleep down here and do our research with no need to climb the long way to the surface. The tunnels now reach out in all directions, like fingers probing deep through the earth. Thus far they have touched nothing new but we hope to uncover something soon. Patience is a requirement | We have set up a study center within the excavation and made it comfortable. We can sleep down here and do our research with no need to climb the long way to the surface. The tunnels now reach out in all directions, like fingers probing deep through the earth. Thus far they have touched nothing new but we hope to uncover something soon. Patience is a requirement | ||
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of our profession.<br><br> | of our profession.<br><br> | ||
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Below the level of our study center the earth is actually frozen. That is very unusual. | Below the level of our study center the earth is actually frozen. That is very unusual. | ||
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By coincidence, both Aimara's dreams and mine were troubled last night. Usually, the silence and darkness of deep sites such as this, where we have set up camp within the excavation, allows us to sleep better than outdoors where sunshine and early morning raucous cries of birds wake us oversoon. In one dream, I awoke in the darkness of our study center only to see a ghastly creature standing over us watching us with dead, white eyes. Like a corpse removed from its grave, the flesh was rotting on its pale, discolored bones. I shook my head and found I was awake, | By coincidence, both Aimara's dreams and mine were troubled last night. Usually, the silence and darkness of deep sites such as this, where we have set up camp within the excavation, allows us to sleep better than outdoors where sunshine and early morning raucous cries of birds wake us oversoon. In one dream, I awoke in the darkness of our study center only to see a ghastly creature standing over us watching us with dead, white eyes. Like a corpse removed from its grave, the flesh was rotting on its pale, discolored bones. I shook my head and found I was awake, | ||
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I must have just woken from the nightmare at that moment.<br><br> | I must have just woken from the nightmare at that moment.<br><br> | ||
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The material is a smooth, polished stone, | The material is a smooth, polished stone, | ||
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black in color, indeed a black beyond black. It seems to absorb any light that hits it. At the same time the black material sparkles dimly as if it has its own inner light, the tiny points of light appear almost as afterimages in the eyes.<br><br> | black in color, indeed a black beyond black. It seems to absorb any light that hits it. At the same time the black material sparkles dimly as if it has its own inner light, the tiny points of light appear almost as afterimages in the eyes.<br><br> | ||
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The hour is late now and we must sleep. On the morrow we will see what this dark coffin holds. | The hour is late now and we must sleep. On the morrow we will see what this dark coffin holds. | ||
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Day Nine<br> | Day Nine<br> | ||
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The longer one stands before this dark sarcophagus the more uncomfortable the feeling. | The longer one stands before this dark sarcophagus the more uncomfortable the feeling. | ||
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Something dead lies within. Nay, slumbers. Nearing the black coffin, one cannot feel but that there is something inside that has not quite died. Clearly, it is emanating a mystical energy. Where this fell sarcophagus came from we do not know. There are no markings, runes or sigils to identify its origin. I believe the depth of this chamber may date it back to the Arelis Eipoth or even earlier.<br><br> | Something dead lies within. Nay, slumbers. Nearing the black coffin, one cannot feel but that there is something inside that has not quite died. Clearly, it is emanating a mystical energy. Where this fell sarcophagus came from we do not know. There are no markings, runes or sigils to identify its origin. I believe the depth of this chamber may date it back to the Arelis Eipoth or even earlier.<br><br> | ||
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Members of the Dericost have appeared, shambling horrors wandering through the tunnels. We had not heard of them being on the continent, much less this area. | Members of the Dericost have appeared, shambling horrors wandering through the tunnels. We had not heard of them being on the continent, much less this area. | ||
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We did not see them come down the entrance tunnel. They speak not, indeed, pay little attention to us, much less attack us. A strange thing in this time of conflict. We cannot guess why they are here, what they want. So far below the ground, we have no news of what events may have transpired on the surface that brought the undead here.<br><br> | We did not see them come down the entrance tunnel. They speak not, indeed, pay little attention to us, much less attack us. A strange thing in this time of conflict. We cannot guess why they are here, what they want. So far below the ground, we have no news of what events may have transpired on the surface that brought the undead here.<br><br> | ||
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In a side excavation to the east of the sarcophagus chamber we discovered an imprint, a mere silhouette within the ice of some large creature that may have been | In a side excavation to the east of the sarcophagus chamber we discovered an imprint, a mere silhouette within the ice of some large creature that may have been | ||
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vaguely like us in shape, but had been withered and twisted in upon itself. Had it met its fate on the spot? We marked the location and rough body outline with wooden markers. One outline of a twisted limb appeared to have been holding another artifact we excavated nearby. It is a curious rod or staff of a stone similar to that of the mysterious sarcophagus. Thus, there is a clear connection between this unhappy creature and the dark coffin but what that may we cannot surmise yet. The staff has magical qualities- Aimara was holding it and flames burst forth, like a fiery halo. Yet it did not burn her hands. | vaguely like us in shape, but had been withered and twisted in upon itself. Had it met its fate on the spot? We marked the location and rough body outline with wooden markers. One outline of a twisted limb appeared to have been holding another artifact we excavated nearby. It is a curious rod or staff of a stone similar to that of the mysterious sarcophagus. Thus, there is a clear connection between this unhappy creature and the dark coffin but what that may we cannot surmise yet. The staff has magical qualities- Aimara was holding it and flames burst forth, like a fiery halo. Yet it did not burn her hands. | ||
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The Dericost are still here and seem to be doing nothing but wander aimlessly through the tunnels. Aimara joked that perhaps the cold helps preserve them and they merely enjoy being down here. Truth that may be, however I am certain there is a connection between their appearance and the dark sarcophagus. Their lack of interaction with us is curious.<br><br> | The Dericost are still here and seem to be doing nothing but wander aimlessly through the tunnels. Aimara joked that perhaps the cold helps preserve them and they merely enjoy being down here. Truth that may be, however I am certain there is a connection between their appearance and the dark sarcophagus. Their lack of interaction with us is curious.<br><br> | ||
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I believe I know why the Dericost are so docile with regard to us. It looks to me that the power emanating from this artifact is one that bends the will of the undead! Its power | I believe I know why the Dericost are so docile with regard to us. It looks to me that the power emanating from this artifact is one that bends the will of the undead! Its power | ||
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may serve us well in conflicts with the Dericost. Drawn to it they are, they wander docilely and do not oppose us. This mystical force should be researched and harnessed! Could the thing in the coffin be an entity of intellect, intelligence, and consciousness? An ancient mentality which reasons with dark purpose? A mentality which reasons with dark purpose? Aimara now believes it is just that and reacts warily at my suggestions of the ways it may serve us, its possible utility.<br><br> | may serve us well in conflicts with the Dericost. Drawn to it they are, they wander docilely and do not oppose us. This mystical force should be researched and harnessed! Could the thing in the coffin be an entity of intellect, intelligence, and consciousness? An ancient mentality which reasons with dark purpose? A mentality which reasons with dark purpose? Aimara now believes it is just that and reacts warily at my suggestions of the ways it may serve us, its possible utility.<br><br> | ||
We must safeguard this power, keep it secret until it can be discerned and made use of! | We must safeguard this power, keep it secret until it can be discerned and made use of! | ||
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Day Thirteen<br> | Day Thirteen<br> | ||
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The perpetual cold is like a crushing embrace numbing the body no matter | The perpetual cold is like a crushing embrace numbing the body no matter | ||
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the covering. So numbed, the research is all I can feel emotion for. Yet the work satisfies me not, unless I think of the consequences of my, or I should say our, discovery. But I fear that all research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist. Yes, all research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist.<br> | the covering. So numbed, the research is all I can feel emotion for. Yet the work satisfies me not, unless I think of the consequences of my, or I should say our, discovery. But I fear that all research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist. Yes, all research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist.<br> | ||
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All research and no recreation make Jaerak | All research and no recreation make Jaerak | ||
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a drab archeologist.<br> | a drab archeologist.<br> | ||
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All research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist. | All research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist. | ||
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All research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist.<br> | All research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist.<br> | ||
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All research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist. | All research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist. | ||
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All research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist.<br> | All research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist.<br> | ||
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All research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist. | All research and no recreation make Jaerak a drab archeologist. | ||
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Day Fourteen<br> | Day Fourteen<br> | ||
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My soul spirals into this void. | My soul spirals into this void. | ||
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I know there has been slaughter on a wide scale. I close my eyes and the sarcophagus shows me a boundless terrain filled with corpses of the slain. The bodies stretch from horizon to horizon under a leaden sky. They are its alimentation. I see them rise as one.<br><br> | I know there has been slaughter on a wide scale. I close my eyes and the sarcophagus shows me a boundless terrain filled with corpses of the slain. The bodies stretch from horizon to horizon under a leaden sky. They are its alimentation. I see them rise as one.<br><br> | ||
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A gaping nothingness that will swallow everything. | A gaping nothingness that will swallow everything. | ||
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I open my eyes suddenly and the frozen stone wall before me halts my flight as if I had raced headlong into it! In the tunnels around us the Dericost mill. I know they grow restless, they sense I will have them under my power soon!<br><br> | I open my eyes suddenly and the frozen stone wall before me halts my flight as if I had raced headlong into it! In the tunnels around us the Dericost mill. I know they grow restless, they sense I will have them under my power soon!<br><br> | ||
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I have taken this chronicle from Jaerak, for his reasoning seems no longer quite stable. I argued with him about the utility of the dark sarcophagus. He is obsessed with the concept of bending the Dericost to his will. | I have taken this chronicle from Jaerak, for his reasoning seems no longer quite stable. I argued with him about the utility of the dark sarcophagus. He is obsessed with the concept of bending the Dericost to his will. | ||
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Never one to care much about the politics of court and thrones, he now believes the power emanating from the black coffin may be harnessed. Moreover, I fear he now has ambitions of his own to this end. He speaks of fame and power but also spouts nonsense, telling me "Many Shulz and Zuubs knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Sloot Lair that day I can tell you."<br><br> | Never one to care much about the politics of court and thrones, he now believes the power emanating from the black coffin may be harnessed. Moreover, I fear he now has ambitions of his own to this end. He speaks of fame and power but also spouts nonsense, telling me "Many Shulz and Zuubs knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Sloot Lair that day I can tell you."<br><br> | ||
Wanting to know further what part it may play in all this, I wished to examine yet again the staff we had discovered. But it was gone from the table. Jaerak, turning away from me, claims he does not know where it is. | Wanting to know further what part it may play in all this, I wished to examine yet again the staff we had discovered. But it was gone from the table. Jaerak, turning away from me, claims he does not know where it is. | ||
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I do not believe him, it must be part of his schemes.<br> | I do not believe him, it must be part of his schemes.<br> | ||
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I prepare to leave this place before the dark coffin takes what is left of Jaerak's mind. | I prepare to leave this place before the dark coffin takes what is left of Jaerak's mind. | ||
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I screamed at Jaerak to listen to reason, come with me. I begged for lucidity to return to him for just one instant, but the dark sarcophagus would not let go of him, or he of it. He stood there blankly watching me.<br> | I screamed at Jaerak to listen to reason, come with me. I begged for lucidity to return to him for just one instant, but the dark sarcophagus would not let go of him, or he of it. He stood there blankly watching me.<br> | ||
Then he began spouting oaths and threats. I could stand it no longer. Screaming at Jaerak, I grabbed a hammer and ran down through the icy tunnels to the coffin's chamber. I wanted to smash the abhorrence, splinter it into harmless shards. But to no avail, the slick, black, indurate surface only mocked my hammer blows. Jaerak entered the chamber, the look on his face as cold as the dreaded coffin's emanations. | Then he began spouting oaths and threats. I could stand it no longer. Screaming at Jaerak, I grabbed a hammer and ran down through the icy tunnels to the coffin's chamber. I wanted to smash the abhorrence, splinter it into harmless shards. But to no avail, the slick, black, indurate surface only mocked my hammer blows. Jaerak entered the chamber, the look on his face as cold as the dreaded coffin's emanations. | ||
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He snatched the hammer from my hand and shoved me aside violently. I fell to the ground. <br><br> | He snatched the hammer from my hand and shoved me aside violently. I fell to the ground. <br><br> | ||
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I scrambled to my feet and ran past him. I cannot be sure but I thought I heard the sound of the hammer swishing past my skull. I raced out of the chamber. Panic must have clouded my mind for I went down a tunnel from which | I scrambled to my feet and ran past him. I cannot be sure but I thought I heard the sound of the hammer swishing past my skull. I raced out of the chamber. Panic must have clouded my mind for I went down a tunnel from which | ||
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I could not gain access to the surface. I heard Jaerak following, then he turned away and went upwards. I must stay hidden until I am certain he is not near, then I will make my way to the surface where I hope to get help.<br><br> | I could not gain access to the surface. I heard Jaerak following, then he turned away and went upwards. I must stay hidden until I am certain he is not near, then I will make my way to the surface where I hope to get help.<br><br> | ||
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Jaerak has collapsed the entrance tunnel, making it impossible to leave this accursed hole. I have taken this chronicle and hidden in a looping tunnel where I hope to avoid him. I do not know how long I can avoid him in this game of hiding and seeking. I fear the worst should he find me. | Jaerak has collapsed the entrance tunnel, making it impossible to leave this accursed hole. I have taken this chronicle and hidden in a looping tunnel where I hope to avoid him. I do not know how long I can avoid him in this game of hiding and seeking. I fear the worst should he find me. | ||
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I scribble this hastily. I am trapped now in a dead-end corridor. Jaerak is in theadjoining tunnel; I hear his ragged breathing, his incoherent screams. His rage is absolute. He will find me soon, will be here any minute. The undead follow him today; I feel they seek me also. <br> | I scribble this hastily. I am trapped now in a dead-end corridor. Jaerak is in theadjoining tunnel; I hear his ragged breathing, his incoherent screams. His rage is absolute. He will find me soon, will be here any minute. The undead follow him today; I feel they seek me also. <br> | ||
At the end of all now, I believe I know the truth of it. These are not the Dericost that this foul thing of dark power has brought here for its own purpose. Nay, they are truly dead! Those who have died and which the thing within the black sarcophagus has animated. Jaerak's illusions of fame and conquest are all folly. | At the end of all now, I believe I know the truth of it. These are not the Dericost that this foul thing of dark power has brought here for its own purpose. Nay, they are truly dead! Those who have died and which the thing within the black sarcophagus has animated. Jaerak's illusions of fame and conquest are all folly. | ||
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I think now also that the stone sarcophagus itself is not a mere means to inter a corpse, a ritual container for a solemn burial. I believe it is a prison, meant to hold that which lies within. Something that is trying to get out. Something unnamable, an abhorrent entity that wields a power intimate with death. It holds malevolence for life and power over the dead. It feeds us nightmares like a farmer fattens a sow, then feasts on our fear. And the staff we found? I believe it to be a weapon that was to be used against this horror. Perhaps it has the ability to nullify the abomination within the sarcophagus. The creature that wielded it must have been struck down, | I think now also that the stone sarcophagus itself is not a mere means to inter a corpse, a ritual container for a solemn burial. I believe it is a prison, meant to hold that which lies within. Something that is trying to get out. Something unnamable, an abhorrent entity that wields a power intimate with death. It holds malevolence for life and power over the dead. It feeds us nightmares like a farmer fattens a sow, then feasts on our fear. And the staff we found? I believe it to be a weapon that was to be used against this horror. Perhaps it has the ability to nullify the abomination within the sarcophagus. The creature that wielded it must have been struck down, | ||
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mangled by the dark entity's terrible power. I know now Jaerak had hidden the staff.<br><br> | mangled by the dark entity's terrible power. I know now Jaerak had hidden the staff.<br><br> | ||
They are so close now. If anyone should find this | They are so close now. If anyone should find this | ||
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[[ | [Pages 30 - 36 are blank.]<br><br>-- [[Jaerak Tiolan]] (page 1), [[Jaerak Tarnelon]] (pages 2-29) | ||
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