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	~~From the [[Minor Shivering Stone (Quest)~~\|~~Minor Shivering Stone]] Quest, introduced during the~~ [[Shadows of the Past]] ~~event.~~		{{Intro
			\| Patch Introduced = [[Shadows of the Past]]
	~~<div style~~=~~"background-color:#EEE8AA; border:2px solid #cc9900;width:80%;padding:30px;margin-bottom:20px;margin-left:5%;margin-right:10%;">~~		\| Related Quests = [[Minor Atlan Stones]]
			\| Updated =
	[[Image: Icon.png~~]] <big>Elaborate Scroll</big><br>~~		}}
	''Untranslated Description~~''<br>~~		{{Translated Text
	<Special Properties ~~if needed (Attuned, Bonded)><br>~~		\| How Obtained = Found alongside the [[Major Shivering Stone]].
	~~Pretranslation~~ Author~~: <name><br>~~		\| Untranslated Name = Elaborate Scroll
	Translator:Bretself the Translator~~<br>~~		\| Untranslated Icon Image = Elaborate Scroll Icon.png
	Translator Speech~~: <br>~~		\| Untranslated Description = A scroll bearing a heavy waxen seal, embosses with an unrecognizable coat of arms. The elaborate calligraphy is in the High Empyrean language of the Era of Lore.
	<font color=green>You give Bretself the Translator Elaborate Scroll.</font><br>		\| Untranslated Author =
	<font color=darkgoldenrod>Bretself the Translator tells you, "How disturbing. This scroll tells the tale of a terrible defeat suffered by the great Empyrean - and perhaps something more terrible still to she who received it so long ago..</font><br>		\| Special Properties =
	<font color=green>Bretself the Translator gives you Imperial Missive.</font><br>		\| Translated Name = Imperial Missive
			\| Translated Icon Image = Imperial Missive Icon.png
	~~----~~		\| Translated Description = A translation of an elaborate scroll found in the Serac Vault.
	~~----~~		\| Translated Author = Emperor Caerlin
			\| Translator = Bretself the Translator
	~~[[Image:Imperial Missive Icon.png]]~~ <~~big>Imperial Missive</big~~><br>		\| Translator Speech = <font color=green>You give Bretself the Translator Elaborate Scroll.</font><br><font color=darkgoldenrod>Bretself the Translator tells you, "How disturbing. This scroll tells the tale of a terrible defeat suffered by the great Empyrean - and perhaps something more terrible still to she who received it so long ago..</font><br><font color=green>Bretself the Translator gives you Imperial Missive.</font><br>
	~~''A translation of an elaborate scroll found in the Serac Vault.''~~		\| Rhethis Eipoth 371<br><br>To Maila, Mistress of the Lyceum of Knorr<br><br>We fear that unpleasant news provokes Us to send thee this missive, Lady.
	~~----~~		\| As thee know, We were compelled to send forth thy husband, the honored Lord Atlan of Knorr, to Our mainland realms of Nesortania and Glystaene, there to deal with certain disturbing events which vex Our citizens in the north. We have been receiving regular reports from the field, as We are aware that thee have been receiving reports of a more personal nature. These dispatches ceased without explanation four weeks ago.
			\| This very morning We did entertain at Our court a young woman in shocking condition, who bore Us troubling news. This girl was known to Us as Ihdare Kelderam, squire to thy Lord Atlan. She was bloodied and soiled, and nearly mad with a dark fear which seemed to possess her entirely. She did come before Our august throne atremble, there to tell a tale which We would think unbelievable, were it not for the reports which brought thy husband to the north.
	~~Rhethis Eipoth 371~~		\| She did say that on the fifty-second day of the march, Lord Atlan's army entered the Valley of Tresimaen, in the former lands of Dericost. Upon ascending the heights, a most notable phenomenon was witnessed by the assembled host. The entire valley floor, from the town of Cannthalo in the northeast to the peak of Zemal in the southwest, was enfolded in a darkness most unnatural. Though the sun shone but slightly past its apex, Tresimaen seemed to cup shadow as if it were water.
			\| Only a few tall trees could be seen rising clear of the pitch, from which angry whispers seemed to issue forth. At this spectacle, the host became unnerved. Atlan bade the army march back out of the valley, to make camp on the plain below. There he set a strong watch and lit bonfires.
	To Maila, Mistress of the Lyceum of Knorr		\| Squire Kelderam's tale became disjointed at this point, We regret to say. As the night progressed, she claims the moons and stars faded and went out. By the time Alb'arel was to have risen, the watchfires on the northern perimeter began to struggle and die, as if damped by an unseen hand. He claims that insubstantial patches of darkness, like black fog, flowed through the camp. The woman described it to Us as "a mist which ate light."
			\| Bleak laughter and whispering could be heard from all quarters. Atlan roused the chevairds and soldiers of the army at once, with cries that they were besieged. Yet, no enemy could be seen.
	We fear that unpleasant news provokes Us to send thee this missive, Lady.		\| Kelderam then tells Us that the black mist did coalesce before Lord Atlan. The torso of a man, trailing off into insubstantiality at the waist, formed. A cluster of smaller forms, solid and giggling like mad children, stepped out of the roiling darkness behind it. These appeared as full-bodied boys and girls. The large being did point to Atlan, and say something in a language Kelderam did not recognize. Thereupon the small forms rushed to attack thy husband with fists and feet, and the Lord was obliged to defend himself with the sword Rez'arel.
			\| The squire saith that Atlan smote all sent against him, as the army was cut down around him. Screams were heard, and men and women disappeared in scores, nought to be seen again. Only Atlan held fast, the fiery light of Rez'arel holding the shadows at bay. Kelderam stayed by thy Lord's side for some time, I gather, until a hoarse roar was heard in the unnatural dark.
	~~----~~		\| At this the girl broke down entirely at Our feet, and could only scream of a black winged form, whose horrible eyes drove her to flee in terror. Lady Maila, We are saddened to admit that Lord Atlan's fate seems bleak.<br><br>There is a darkness in this girl's mind, Lady. It is not within the power of a sovereign to order it out. Therefore, We have commended her to the care of the Elders of the great cathedral on far Ithaenc. We have sent lone riders north to investigate further, in the hope that one or two may evade notice where a legion did not.
			\| We know of but one survivor of almost twenty thousands. This is an unnatural magic, of a sort not seen since Our ancestors resisted the vile intentions of old Dericost. Our entire northern army has disappeared into the night. This distresses Us mightily. Rest assured We will do all in Our power to avenge the loss of Atlan, who was Our friend, cousin, and most trusted captain.
	As thee know, We were compelled to send forth thy husband, the honored Lord Atlan of Knorr, to Our mainland realms of Nesortania and Glystaene, there to deal with certain disturbing events which vex Our citizens in the north. We have been receiving regular reports from the field, as We are aware that thee have been receiving reports of a more personal nature. These dispatches ceased without explanation four weeks ago.		\| As ever, We remain at your disposal. If We may be of any comfort to thy Ladyship, do not hesitate to seek Us.<br><br>Yours in sympathy,<br><br>Caerlin, Emperor of Yalain
			}}
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	This very morning We did entertain at Our court a young woman in shocking condition, who bore Us troubling news. This girl was known to Us as Ihdare Kelderam, squire to thy Lord Atlan. She was bloodied and soiled, and nearly mad with a dark fear which seemed to possess her entirely. She did come before Our august throne atremble, there to tell a tale which We would think unbelievable, were it not for the reports which brought thy husband to the north.

	~~----~~

	She did say that on the fifty-second day of the march, Lord Atlan's army entered the Valley of Tresimaen, in the former lands of Dericost. Upon ascending the heights, a most notable phenomenon was witnessed by the assembled host. The entire valley floor, from the town of Cannthalo in the northeast to the peak of Zemal in the southwest, was enfolded in a darkness most unnatural. Though the sun shone but slightly past its apex, Tresimaen seemed to cup shadow as if it were water.

	~~----~~

	Only a few tall trees could be seen rising clear of the pitch, from which angry whispers seemed to issue forth. At this spectacle, the host became unnerved. Atlan bade the army march back out of the valley, to make camp on the plain below. There he set a strong watch and lit bonfires.

	~~----~~

	Squire Kelderam's tale became disjointed at this point, We regret to say. As the night progressed, she claims the moons and stars faded and went out. By the time Alb'arel was to have risen, the watchfires on the northern perimeter began to struggle and die, as if damped by an unseen hand. He claims that insubstantial patches of darkness, like black fog, flowed through the camp. The woman described it to Us as "a mist which ate light."

	~~----~~

	Bleak laughter and whispering could be heard from all quarters. Atlan roused the chevairds and soldiers of the army at once, with cries that they were besieged. Yet, no enemy could be seen.

	~~----~~

	Kelderam then tells Us that the black mist did coalesce before Lord Atlan. The torso of a man, trailing off into insubstantiality at the waist, formed. A cluster of smaller forms, solid and giggling like mad children, stepped out of the roiling darkness behind it. These appeared as full-bodied boys and girls. The large being did point to Atlan, and say something in a language Kelderam did not recognize. Thereupon the small forms rushed to attack thy husband with fists and feet, and the Lord was obliged to defend himself with the sword Rez'arel.

	~~----~~

	The squire saith that Atlan smote all sent against him, as the army was cut down around him. Screams were heard, and men and women disappeared in scores, nought to be seen again. Only Atlan held fast, the fiery light of Rez'arel holding the shadows at bay. Kelderam stayed by thy Lord's side for some time, I gather, until a hoarse roar was heard in the unnatural dark.

	~~----~~

	At this the girl broke down entirely at Our feet, and could only scream of a black winged form, whose horrible eyes drove her to flee in terror. Lady Maila, We are saddened to admit that Lord Atlan's fate seems bleak.

	There is a darkness in this girl's mind, Lady. It is not within the power of a sovereign to order it out. Therefore, We have commended her to the care of the Elders of the great cathedral on far Ithaenc. We have sent lone riders north to investigate further, in the hope that one or two may evade notice where a legion did not.

	~~----~~

	We know of but one survivor of almost twenty thousands. This is an unnatural magic, of a sort not seen since Our ancestors resisted the vile intentions of old Dericost. Our entire northern army has disappeared into the night. This distresses Us mightily. Rest assured We will do all in Our power to avenge the loss of Atlan, who was Our friend, cousin, and most trusted captain.

	~~----~~

	As ever, We remain at your disposal. If We may be of any comfort to thy Ladyship, do not hesitate to seek Us.

	Yours in sympathy,

	Caerlin, Emperor of Yalain

	~~----~~

	~~-- [[Emperor Caerlin]]~~
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	~~[[Category:Text]]~~

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	From the [[~~Link to quest~~]] Quest, introduced during the [[~~Patch name~~]] event.		From the [[Minor Shivering Stone (Quest)\|Minor Shivering Stone]] Quest, introduced during the [[Shadows of the Past]] event.

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[[Image: Icon.png]] <big>Elaborate Scroll</big> 
''Untranslated Description'' 
<Special Properties if needed (Attuned, Bonded)> 
Pretranslation Author: <name> 
Translator:Bretself the Translator 
Translator Speech: 
You give Bretself the Translator Elaborate Scroll. 
Bretself the Translator tells you, "How disturbing. This scroll tells the tale of a terrible defeat suffered by the great Empyrean - and perhaps something more terrible still to she who received it so long ago.. 
Bretself the Translator gives you Imperial Missive. 

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[[Image:Imperial Missive Icon.png]] <big>Imperial Missive</big> 
''A translation of an elaborate scroll found in the Serac Vault.''
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-- [[Emperor Caerlin]]
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[[Category:Text]]