Delacim's Death - Revision history

imported>An Adventurer at 15:18, 30 August 2017

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-{{Translated Text
+{{Item
-  |             How Obtained = Found in the private study of Lord Asheron at the Seat of Knorr.
+  |               Name = Delacim's Death
- |        Untranslated Name = Old Tome
+  |         Icon Image = Delacim's Death Icon.png
- |  Untranslated Icon Image = Old Tome Icon.png
+  |              Value = 90
- | Untranslated Description =
+  |             Burden = 160
- |      Untranslated Author = Untranslated Text
+  |         Additional = 5 of 5 pages full.
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imported>An Adventurer at 02:05, 1 September 2009

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	\| Untranslated Author = Untranslated Text		\| Untranslated Author = Untranslated Text
	\| Special Properties = ~~[[Attuned]], [[Bonded]]~~		\| Special Properties =
	\| Translated Name = Delacim's Death		\| Translated Name = Delacim's Death
	\| Translated Icon Image = Delacim's Death Icon.png		\| Translated Icon Image = Delacim's Death Icon.png

imported>An Adventurer at 01:56, 1 September 2009

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	~~'''Pre-Translation~~ Name~~:'''~~ Old Tome		{{Intro
			\| Patch Introduced = [[Discoveries]]
	~~'''Pre-Translation~~ Description~~:'''~~ ~~N/A~~		\| Related Quests = [[Halls of Knorr]]
			\| Updated =
	~~'''Pre-Translation~~ Author~~:'''~~ Untranslated Text		}}
			{{Translated Text
	''~~'How obtained:''' Knorr~~		\| How Obtained = Found in the private study of Lord Asheron at the Seat of Knorr.
			\| Untranslated Name = Old Tome
	~~'''~~Translator~~:'''~~ Bretself the Translator		\| Untranslated Icon Image = Old Tome Icon.png
			\| Untranslated Description =
	~~'''~~Translator Speech~~:'''~~		\| Untranslated Author = Untranslated Text
			\| Special Properties = [[Attuned]], [[Bonded]]
	<font color=green>You give Bretself the Translator Old Tome.<br>		\| Translated Name = Delacim's Death
	<font color=~~goldenrod~~>Bretself the Translator tells you, "Hard to believe... Asheron seems to be more like us than I ever thought. Real emotions, not the distant man we have come to know recently. Everything seems to weigh so heavily upon him."</font><br>		\| Translated Icon Image = Delacim's Death Icon.png
	Bretself the Translator gives you Delacim's Death.</font>		\| Translated Description =
			\| Translated Author = Asheron Realaidain{{!}}Lord Asheron
	~~'''Translated Name:''' Delacim's Death~~		\| Translator = Bretself the Translator
			\| Translator Speech = <font color=green>You give Bretself the Translator Old Tome.<br><font color=darkgoldenrod>Bretself the Translator tells you, "Hard to believe... Asheron seems to be more like us than I ever thought. Real emotions, not the distant man we have come to know recently. Everything seems to weigh so heavily upon him."</font><br>Bretself the Translator gives you Delacim's Death.</font>
	~~'''Translated Description:''' N/A~~		\| Mournful disaster struck as we breached the world of those things. We have catalogued them as Olthoi in our libraries, and the warden shall be informed of their existence. But my heart shall never recover.<br><br>For more than 1700 years I have lived upon this world, mindful of the burden that every man and woman carries throughout their lives. Their days are filled with the wonder of learning and splendor that has been the Cerulean throne now since the Darkness was repelled and the Council of Five gave their lives for all, but these people have not seen the spread of time. They have not
			\| watched as those whom they new as children grew old and passed away to the dust from whence they were born.<br><br>Now my prodigy is dead. A victim of a hostile world the likes of which my wards could not comprehend or warn. A world that teemed with virulent life that choked the very sun from the sky and poisoned the air with a scent of fruit set to long in the summer heat.<br><br>Delacim is dead. His brother has used his position to levy the Emperor to force further expeditions to this world despite my
	~~'''Translated Author:''' [[Asheron Realaidain~~\|~~Lord Asheron]]~~		\| trepidation and staunch objection. They will conduct their surveys and collection regardless of my aid, and I cannot allow the sole responsibility of summoning fall to Gaerlan. His mind is not open enough to comprehend the nuances of the planar flux, so it must be my hand that the portals to the Olthoi homeworld are made.<br><br>Knorr will become a facility to test these monstrosities in the depths of the Lyceum scholars sent by the Emperor shall prod the creatures and learn what makes them resistant to our magics. Unlike the Tonk these creatures are horrors, incapable of
			\| communication away from their masters. In a sense they remind me of Gaerlan, unfaceted, flat, base and depraved with a sense only for survival, at all costs. (Translator's note: This line was scratched over once as though to be stricken. Personally I agree with Asheron here.)<br><br>These events were cloaked from me, and so I think that all the ages that shall come hence will be forever altered. I wonder if this is the beginning of the Darkness' next sending, is this my next test?
	~~'''Pages:''' 5~~		\| Delacim was my hope. Now he is gone. I, the servant of the Light, am alone to bear the weight again.
			}}
	~~'''Translated Text:'''~~

	''Mournful disaster struck as we breached the world of those things. We have catalogued them as Olthoi in our libraries, and the warden shall be informed of their existence. But my heart shall never recover.

	''For more than 1700 years I have lived upon this world, mindful of the burden that every man and woman carries throughout their lives. Their days are filled with the wonder of learning and splendor that has been the Cerulean throne now since the Darkness was repelled and the Council of Five gave their lives for all, but these people have not seen the spread of time. They have not watched as those whom they new as children grew old and passed away to the dust from whence they were born.

	''Now my prodigy is dead. A victim of a hostile world the likes of which my wards could not comprehend or warn. A world that teemed with virulent life that choked the very sun from the sky and poisoned the air with a scent of fruit set to long in the summer heat.

	''Delacim is dead. His brother has used his position to levy the Emperor to force further expeditions to this world despite my trepidation and staunch objection. They will conduct their surveys and collection regardless of my aid, and I cannot allow the sole responsibility of summoning fall to Gaerlan. His mind is not open enough to comprehend the nuances of the planar flux, so it must be my hand that the portals to the Olthoi homeworld are made.

	''Knorr will become a facility to test these monstrosities in the depths of the Lyceum scholars sent by the Emperor shall prod the creatures and learn what makes them resistant to our magics. Unlike the Tonk these creatures are horrors, incapable of communication away from their masters. In a sense they remind me of Gaerlan, unfaceted, flat, base and depraved with a sense only for survival, at all costs. (Translator's note: This line was scratched over once as though to be stricken. Personally I agree with Asheron here.)

	''These events were cloaked from me, and so I think that all the ages that shall come hence will be forever altered. I wonder if this is the beginning of the Darkness' next sending, is this my next test?

	''Delacim was my hope. Now he is gone. I, the servant of the Light, am alone to bear the weight again.
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imported>Tlosk at 12:17, 9 March 2008

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imported>An Adventurer: New page: '''Pre-Translation Name:''' Old Tome '''Pre-Translation Description:''' N/A '''Pre-Translation Author:''' Untranslated Text '''How obtained:''' Knorr '''Translator:''' Bretself the Tr...

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New page: '''Pre-Translation Name:''' Old Tome '''Pre-Translation Description:''' N/A '''Pre-Translation Author:''' Untranslated Text '''How obtained:''' Knorr '''Translator:''' Bretself the Tr...

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'''Pre-Translation Name:''' Old Tome

'''Pre-Translation Description:''' N/A

'''Pre-Translation Author:''' Untranslated Text

'''How obtained:''' Knorr

'''Translator:''' Bretself the Translator

'''Translator Speech:'''

You give Bretself the Translator Old Tome. 
Bretself the Translator tells you, "Hard to believe... Asheron seems to be more like us than I ever thought. Real emotions, not the distant man we have come to know recently. Everything seems to weigh so heavily upon him." 
Bretself the Translator gives you Delacim's Death.

'''Translated Name:''' Delacim's Death

'''Translated Description:''' N/A

'''Translated Author:''' [[Asheron Realaidain|Lord Asheron]]

'''Pages:''' 5

'''Translated Text:'''

''Mournful disaster struck as we breached the world of those things. We have catalogued them as Olthoi in our libraries, and the warden shall be informed of their existence. But my heart shall never recover.

''For more than 1700 years I have lived upon this world, mindful of the burden that every man and woman carries throughout their lives. Their days are filled with the wonder of learning and splendor that has been the Cerulean throne now since the Darkness was repelled and the Council of Five gave their lives for all, but these people have not seen the spread of time. They have not watched as those whom they new as children grew old and passed away to the dust from whence they were born.

''Now my prodigy is dead. A victim of a hostile world the likes of which my wards could not comprehend or warn. A world that teemed with virulent life that choked the very sun from the sky and poisoned the air with a scent of fruit set to long in the summer heat.

''Delacim is dead. His brother has used his position to levy the Emperor to force further expeditions to this world despite my trepidation and staunch objection. They will conduct their surveys and collection regardless of my aid, and I cannot allow the sole responsibility of summoning fall to Gaerlan. His mind is not open enough to comprehend the nuances of the planar flux, so it must be my hand that the portals to the Olthoi homeworld are made.

''Knorr will become a facility to test these monstrosities in the depths of the Lyceum scholars sent by the Emperor shall prod the creatures and learn what makes them resistant to our magics. Unlike the Tonk these creatures are horrors, incapable of communication away from their masters. In a sense they remind me of Gaerlan, unfaceted, flat, base and depraved with a sense only for survival, at all costs. (Translator's note: This line was scratched over once as though to be stricken. Personally I agree with Asheron here.)

''These events were cloaked from me, and so I think that all the ages that shall come hence will be forever altered. I wonder if this is the beginning of the Darkness' next sending, is this my next test?

''Delacim was my hope. Now he is gone. I, the servant of the Light, am alone to bear the weight again.
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