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A personal Account of my bid for Immortal Power<br>
Rindsey Actavion<br>
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My Father is an Old Fool. He still thinks of me as his innocent son. Perhaps I was at one point. A fool like my father, full of wild aspirations and meaningless dreams. What does it all matter if I should die. He is nearly dead himself from the rotting disease we call life, and I begin to grow my own gray beard after all these years. While he tinkers like a simpleton I languish here under his 'Tutelage'. What a Joke. I have far outstripped him, and yet for a while I must pretend otherwise. He is still capable of meddling. I must never forget that even though his powers are waning in his old age, he is far from weak. The other 'students' we brought here to learn in this the greatest chapter of the mage's guild, have slowly but surely seen that my father will never give them the full secrets that he holds. He is too wily for that. He pretends to show us all that he knows, but when we question further, it is always 'in due time my boys, in due time.'<br>
AHHH! If I hear him tell me I must wait another moment I think I may scream in his face! I deserve to know. I need to know all the secrets he possesses and selfishly withholds from us.
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I have taken it...the key that he has thought he kept hidden so well. The key to the deepness. With it we will delve for ourselves in the deep as he has done, and find the secrets to the undead that he already possesses but refuses to share with us.
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It is useless. The deep has already been plundered by my father. There is nothing for us there. We use it for our dark meetings away from prying eyes and little else.
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Garion thinks that if we possess the Ayleid tome of the Afterlife that we have seen my father perusing, that we may be able to find the final ingredients we need to perform the ritual.<br>
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We had to kill Taylin. He began to have second thoughts. His doubts proved he was too weak to be one of us. His body lies even now at the base of the cliffs. He said that he never really thought we were all serious. That maybe we were all kidding that we wished to possess the undead immortal life, soon he would have told my father how close we were. I enjoyed watching the life slip from his eyes as my dagger took him in the heart. The black soul gem that captured his soul sits even now upon my desk. What a fool!<br>
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The book is ours. We have already pieced together most of the groundwork spells, and gathered the materials we require. Soon even my father will falter before our might.!<br>
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The women know something is wrong. It has been months since we paid them any mind. The desire has left us... our preternatural essences grow stronger, and the lusts of mundus grow weaker. But they will be needed for the final act of the ritual. Fitting sacrifices as we leave behind our old selves and become our greatest selves! They stay in there quarters and we stay in ours. Not at all like in the beginning. Ophelin thinks they will catch us before we can enact the final stages of the spell and tell my father during one of our practice rituals. I told him not to worry. They will be taken care of in due time.<br>
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After the preparation of years, and months of intense study, We are Ready. Tonight we will sacrifice the women we once thought would be our wives, and bring us into the immortal transcendence of lichdom. Great will be our Power, and great will be our vengeance upon the living world! The burning preternatural essences within us have grown too strong, the catalyst must be a human soul; I would use my fathers but his eyes have a suspicious cast to them of late. He will not go easily even after our Lichdom is complete. Instead Tanilda will power my transcendence, her soul will burn steadily for me, unwavering as her love has been for me. I see now why the Ayleid texts cautioned us to use the rituals to burn our human emotions till nothing remained. The small kernel of emotion I have left bids me to spare her...but it is not to be. She will die by my own hand within the hour! <br>
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