Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150923172856/@comment-5583506-20151016203942

It seemed to be a loose page from the later parts of the book that had been ripped out.

''3E 156. Rain's Hand 6th.''

''It has been decided among us that we can't stay cooped up in here any longer. We are even scaring ourselves. I took a look at my face this morning. It's... hideous... Can barely stand to see myself any longer. Marandus tried to take his life again, but to no avail. It would appear that the Great Work was the real deal after all. It has granted us immortality and Marandus' cut wrists healed after just a matter of seconds. He then tried slashing his throat, but to no avail. We are indeed cursed...''

''3E 156. Rain's Hand 9th.''

''We have all agreed to somehow find a way to rid us of this horror. I am to remain here, to continue my studies of how we might recreate the Great Work. Montinette, the bastard, stole the formula. While we know the ingredients, the magical basis and the calculations of the mix would take years to recreate without the blueprint. Perhaps even decades! The amount of time it would require for us to gather the ingredients would also take some time. Those treacherous bastards has certainly not seen the last of us... The Crimson Order will remind them of what happens when you cross a monster...''

''3E 156. Rain's Hand 11th.''

''And so it has begun. Marandus returned to the Imperial City to continue his work there. Had to disguise himself thoroughly. Nicodemus returned to his wife and son in Cheydinhal. How they will react to his appearance I can only guess. Andrachel left for Boneshatter Cave somewhere high up in the Colovian Highlands to see if he could find a way to claim ashes of a Lich. Francis Belmont, my dearest friend left for the Blackwoods to hide out in some old village called Shadelight north of Leyawiin.''

''This will be my final entry before I hide this journal. I hereby dedicate my eternal life to rid myself of this curse... and to stand triumphantly over Montinette's rotting corpse...''