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<font face=1><div align="center">Personal Journal of Rastieri<br>
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<div align="left"> Today I begin construction of my grand edifice. A structure so magnificent as to rival the great tower of the Ayleid's, the White Gold tower, as it is sometimes known. It will bring me much acclaim with the mage's guild, but that is not why I am building it, or at least not only why.<br>
I have long been an outcast, choosing to study parts of the arcane lore that most mage's deem eccentric, and dangerous. With the completion of this tower, I hope to gain credibility and respect. Enough to start my own chapter of the guild up here in the cold solitude, where the mundane people of Cyrodil will never come, and contemplation of the arcane will be paramount. It won't be a typical chapterhouse, by no means. I plan on making it the only place a mage will wish to come after finishing the basic courses at the university. A place for advanced students only. Where the true lore of magic, as known by the Ayleid's of the ancient past, will be taught. My son will be the first student, I'm hoping many more will follow.<br>
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The main tower is complete! With the aid of my son, and a few workmen, but most importantly the magic my son Rindsey and I possess, we have completed a wonder to behold. It stands nearly as high as the clouds, in its majesty and might. We have named it Frostcrag.<br>
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Both the western and eastern wings of the tower, and their towers have been completed. It is truly magnificent. We are planning on creating a gigantic statue of the dragon Kelnarath to stand as a guardian to the structure. He will be nearly as tall as the towers themselves. <br>
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As hoped, my tower has created quite a stir amongst the mage's guild. I have been receiving not only praise, but accolades. The tower illicit's strong emotion as it can be seen from very far. The Arch-mage himself has agreed to open it as a chapterhouse as soon as he has satisfied himself that I will be a good teacher. He has allowed five of his most advanced students to come and continue their education here. They and my son have become fast friends. Already they delve where others have feared to tread. They will all be the most powerful mage's to be seen since Ayleid times. After the completion of their education the Arch-mage will evaluate them personally to satisfy himself that I am capable of the Job. Success is almost assured!<br>
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Rindsey has outdone himself. He is learning so fast, he will soon outpace his father. He and the other students have discovered a formula written in the Ayleid texts for the Spell of the Dead. We are not exactly sure at this time what it can do, but they are already beginning to unlock some of this lost arts secrets. He is also beginning to make great progress with the lich-tomes as we have come to call them. At first I worried he had gained too much interest in such a dangerous subject, but he has assured me his interest is purely academic. I trust him. He and the other students are good at heart, and will not delve to deeply in something so dangerous. The Ayleid tomes are of great worth, and we have learned whole new fields of magic by investigating them. The mage's guild is filled with fools, some of which openly spurn us, but soon they will see the mistake in not learning from the true masters of the arcane.<br><br>
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Disaster!! I caught my son and the other boys practicing the rituals of the lich. To even utter the words out loud is to call the worst curse upon the speaker. I warned him not to do so again. He seemed properly contrite, and promised me he wouldn't make the mistake again. I am still worried. He said he had not spoken enough to enact the spell of transformation, claiming greater knowledge of the field then I. He said he was investigating the connection to the lich ritual with the world of the dead we read so much about in the Ayleid tomes. We must be careful, else disaster could strike us unawares.<br>
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My worst fears have come true!!! Rindsey, has..... I can't say it. He has become an abomination. Him as well as the other students. There are six lich's in my home. It is a disaster. They have all chosen to betray the trust I put in them. The girls don't know yet. It seems they haven't fully completed the ritual. But I can sense their fell power. It has been months since the transformation started. It is only now that I have had the courage to face it. The change was slow, a cooling of the flesh, and look in their eyes. At first I thought it was my imagination, but soon my son's magical reserves by merit of the change from human to lich began to grow astronomically. I could sense the greater amount of magicka within him. When I confronted him, he didn't deny it. He smiled at me. An evil smile. He isn't my son anymore. He has committed atrocity. My son is dead!!! Curse me for a prideful fool! I ran from him. To frightened to even speak. He is evil, evil! The curse has tainted his very soul. He is even now in the eastern tower, playing with his newfound abilities. Creating a set of armor that only a lich could create. I know I must destroy him. But I cannot! Perhaps I will lock them all away. In the Deepness where I discovered the tomes before building Frostcrag. It is fitting that the evil that was discovered there, be banished there once again. But I must act quickly and without delay. I believe the girls are in grave danger! Whatever is to be done, must be done quickly.<br>
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It is done. The fight nearly destroyed me. He and the other boys have grown very powerful indeed. I am exhausted. I sense their magical powers probing constantly against the barriers I erected. Disaster struck before I could act. It was necessary that I prepare for the battle, and what a battle it was. But my delay has cost the women their lives. My son, NO! That abomination sacrificed his own fiance to the evil growing within him. They all did! Such a heinous act I can not ever recall being committed. My anger at their act bids me to destroy them outright. But I fear that battle. Unfortunately the Deepness will hold them only as long as I live, for it is only my constant vigilance that keeps the barriers from being swept aside by their combined might. For they are stronger then me. My greater knowledge and the surprise of my attack was the only reason I survived the confrontation. They had no qualms trying to destroy me, my own son led their attack. Even though I in my weakness could not destroy him even in his corrupted state.<br>
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I lost this Journal and have not written in it for what seems like ages. In fact I started other memoirs to compensate. I found it behind my desk. The concerns, the dreams I once had. It is all no more. The other mage's of my time were correct. I was a dangerous eccentric, dabbling in things I did not fully comprehend. My son and the other students, paid for my pride. I believed that all knowledge was precious. And it is. It is. But some knowledge is too dangerous, and no matter how precious it is, should not be known. My son rails against his prison walls even now, for I cannot bring myself to destroy him. Or maybe it is fear. I am not sure who would be the victor in a battle between us. I fear that he would raise me up as an undead slave should I be killed in that battle. Either way, he and his cohorts yet live, if lichdom can be called life. I have created powerful spells with the knowledge I have gained, things unimagined by the petty mage's squabbling for baubles below me. But this is still my pride, my insatiable pride speaking. For though they are ignorant, they are blissful in their ignorance. While I, powerful, knowledgeable, creator of things unheard and undreamt, am miserable. <br>
Frostcrag and the dreams it once held will be forgotten in time. And my folly will be as dust, grateful dust.<br><br>
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<font face=1><div align="center">Rastieriの手記<br>
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<div align="left"> 本日、私は私自身の為の堂々たる巨大建築の造営を始めた。White Gold Towerのような、Ayleidたちの手によって建造された巨塔にもひけを取らない立派なものだ。この建築によって私のmage's guildのおける名声は高まりはするだろうが、それが動機というわけではない。多少はそのつもりはあったとしても、少なくとも名声を得る事だけが目的なのではない。<br>
私は長らくguildのはみ出し者だった。私が専攻していた神秘学は多くの魔術師から異端視・危険視されていた。それ故に、この塔の完成を通して彼らからの信頼と敬意を勝ち取りたいと思っている。そしてこの人里離れた場所に自らのguild支部を立ち上げ、Cyrodiilの俗世間に煩わされず、神秘学の研究だけに集中出来るようにしたい。また、凡庸な支部にするつもりもない。大学での基礎課程を修了した理解に優れた生徒だけに門戸を開き、古代のAyleid達が使用した伝承上の魔術を教授する場としたい。生徒は最初は私の息子だけだろうが、他にも多くの生徒が来てくれる事を願っている。<br>
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主塔が完成した！息子と作業員数名に手伝ってもらったが、主要な部分は私と息子Rindseyが魔法を用いて造り上げた。これを目にした者なら誰もが驚くに違いない。塔の突端は雲に届かんばかりで威容と威厳を誇っている。私達二人は、この塔をFrostcragと名付ける事にした。<br>
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東棟と西棟、さらに東西各々の塔も完成した。まさに圧巻だ。これから巨大なKelnarath竜像をここの守護神として設置する予定だ。像の大きさは塔と同程度になるだろう。<br>
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目論見通り、mage's guildは私の塔の話題で持ちきりだ。それも単なる称賛を越えて、絶賛の域にまで達している。塔は常識外れな威風を放っており、相当遠くからでも視認出来る。Arch-mageも私が良き指導者になるであろうとの見極めが出来次第、すぐにでも支部の開設を許可すると言い、また優秀な生徒を上から5人選んでここで学ばせる事に同意してくれた。彼らと私の息子はすぐに友人同士となった。彼らは既に凡人ならば逃げ出すような領域にまで研究の歩を進めている。きっとAyleidの時代以来不世出の強大な魔術師へと成長してくれるだろう。課程が修了次第、Arch-mageは直々に彼らを評価し、結果として私の仕事ぶりも評価されるだろう。成功は保証されたようなものだ！<br>
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息子のRindseyは驚くほど優秀だ。学習速度も並はずれており、父である私を越える日も近いと思う。ところで、Rindseyと他の生徒達がAyleidによって書かれた死霊術の書から、とある公式を発見したとの事だ。今の所これを用いる事で何が可能になるのかは不明だが、彼らは既にいくつかの失われた秘法を蘇らせたらしい。また、Rindseyは所謂lichの秘儀書の解読において目覚ましい進歩を見せている。彼らがこれほど危険な物に、あまりにも興味を抱いている事について当初は心配したが、息子は『あくまでも純粋に学問のためだ』と言う。だから私は信じよう。息子も他の生徒達も根は優しい性格なのだ。危険な研究に没頭し過ぎるなどという事はあるまい。そもそもAyleidの秘儀書は大変価値のある物であり、そこから全く新しい魔術研究の成果を得ている。mage's guildは愚か者ばかりで私達を大っぴらに非難する声もあるが、なあに、きっと彼らもすぐに神秘学の真髄を学ばなかったのを後悔する事になるであろう。<br><br>
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Disaster!! I caught my son and the other boys practicing the rituals of the lich. To even utter the words out loud is to call the worst curse upon the speaker. I warned him not to do so again. He seemed properly contrite, and promised me he wouldn't make the mistake again. I am still worried. He said he had not spoken enough to enact the spell of transformation, claiming greater knowledge of the field then I. He said he was investigating the connection to the lich ritual with the world of the dead we read so much about in the Ayleid tomes. We must be careful, else disaster could strike us unawares.<br>
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My worst fears have come true!!! Rindsey, has..... I can't say it. He has become an abomination. Him as well as the other students. There are six lich's in my home. It is a disaster. They have all chosen to betray the trust I put in them. The girls don't know yet. It seems they haven't fully completed the ritual. But I can sense their fell power. It has been months since the transformation started. It is only now that I have had the courage to face it. The change was slow, a cooling of the flesh, and look in their eyes. At first I thought it was my imagination, but soon my son's magical reserves by merit of the change from human to lich began to grow astronomically. I could sense the greater amount of magicka within him. When I confronted him, he didn't deny it. He smiled at me. An evil smile. He isn't my son anymore. He has committed atrocity. My son is dead!!! Curse me for a prideful fool! I ran from him. To frightened to even speak. He is evil, evil! The curse has tainted his very soul. He is even now in the eastern tower, playing with his newfound abilities. Creating a set of armor that only a lich could create. I know I must destroy him. But I cannot! Perhaps I will lock them all away. In the Deepness where I discovered the tomes before building Frostcrag. It is fitting that the evil that was discovered there, be banished there once again. But I must act quickly and without delay. I believe the girls are in grave danger! Whatever is to be done, must be done quickly.<br>
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It is done. The fight nearly destroyed me. He and the other boys have grown very powerful indeed. I am exhausted. I sense their magical powers probing constantly against the barriers I erected. Disaster struck before I could act. It was necessary that I prepare for the battle, and what a battle it was. But my delay has cost the women their lives. My son, NO! That abomination sacrificed his own fiance to the evil growing within him. They all did! Such a heinous act I can not ever recall being committed. My anger at their act bids me to destroy them outright. But I fear that battle. Unfortunately the Deepness will hold them only as long as I live, for it is only my constant vigilance that keeps the barriers from being swept aside by their combined might. For they are stronger then me. My greater knowledge and the surprise of my attack was the only reason I survived the confrontation. They had no qualms trying to destroy me, my own son led their attack. Even though I in my weakness could not destroy him even in his corrupted state.<br>
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I lost this Journal and have not written in it for what seems like ages. In fact I started other memoirs to compensate. I found it behind my desk. The concerns, the dreams I once had. It is all no more. The other mage's of my time were correct. I was a dangerous eccentric, dabbling in things I did not fully comprehend. My son and the other students, paid for my pride. I believed that all knowledge was precious. And it is. It is. But some knowledge is too dangerous, and no matter how precious it is, should not be known. My son rails against his prison walls even now, for I cannot bring myself to destroy him. Or maybe it is fear. I am not sure who would be the victor in a battle between us. I fear that he would raise me up as an undead slave should I be killed in that battle. Either way, he and his cohorts yet live, if lichdom can be called life. I have created powerful spells with the knowledge I have gained, things unimagined by the petty mage's squabbling for baubles below me. But this is still my pride, my insatiable pride speaking. For though they are ignorant, they are blissful in their ignorance. While I, powerful, knowledgeable, creator of things unheard and undreamt, am miserable. <br>
Frostcrag and the dreams it once held will be forgotten in time. And my folly will be as dust, grateful dust.<br><br>
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