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	{{~~Standard Text~~		{{Item
	\| Name = Return to Frore		\| Name = Return to Frore
	\| Icon Image = Return to Frore Icon.png		\| Icon Image = Return to Frore Icon.png
			\| Value = 35
			\| Burden = 100
			\| Additional = 8 of 8 pages full.
	\| Description = A book written by Abrim of Morningthaw, one of the adventurers who rediscovered the Lost City of Frore, and destroyed the powerful artifact at its heart.		\| Description = A book written by Abrim of Morningthaw, one of the adventurers who rediscovered the Lost City of Frore, and destroyed the powerful artifact at its heart.
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	\| ~~How Obtained =~~		\| Author = [[Fanzen San the Translator\|Fanzen San]] (pages 1-2)<br />-- Abrim of Morningthaw (pages 3-8)
	\| ~~Vendors Link = False~~		\|
	\| Introduction<br>		Introduction
			<br /><br />
	In the 10th year of our exile, the world cooled, and snows swept across the face of Dereth. At that time, many valiant heroes fought their way into the vaults of ancient Frore, in hopes of rescuing the lost exploration party of Sir Joffre Tremblant, late of Arwic. Foucault, Ali-Zaboo and the other Orion Hunters, Shao, Keth al-Sheth, and other brave adventurers fought through scores of Gelidite necromancers. In the end, the tortured soul of Sir Tremblant was laid to rest, and The Great Work of the Gelidites,		In the 10th year of our exile, the world cooled, and snows swept across the face of Dereth. At that time, many valiant heroes fought their way into the vaults of ancient Frore, in hopes of rescuing the lost exploration party of Sir Joffre Tremblant, late of Arwic. Foucault, Ali-Zaboo and the other Orion Hunters, Shao, Keth al-Sheth, and other brave adventurers fought through scores of Gelidite necromancers. In the end, the tortured soul of Sir Tremblant was laid to rest, and The Great Work of the Gelidites,

	\|		----

	~~a magical artifact of uncertain origin, lay shattered at the flaming heart of Frore. With its destruction, warmth returned to the world.<br>~~

			a magical artifact of uncertain origin, lay shattered at the flaming heart of Frore. With its destruction, warmth returned to the world.
			<br /><br />
	Here Abrim of Morningthaw recounts the perils he and Kyoujin faced in the bowels of the lost city. The blessings of the Dragon, Firebird, and Unicorn watch over them - over all who descended to the frozen hell of that dread metropolis. Without your sacrifice, we should have faced a still, cold doom. Your names shall be held in honor forevermore, the first champions of a new era in Dereth.		Here Abrim of Morningthaw recounts the perils he and Kyoujin faced in the bowels of the lost city. The blessings of the Dragon, Firebird, and Unicorn watch over them - over all who descended to the frozen hell of that dread metropolis. Without your sacrifice, we should have faced a still, cold doom. Your names shall be held in honor forevermore, the first champions of a new era in Dereth.

	\|		----

	I knew the end was near. For good or bad, I had come to the end of my journey. I grieved the loss of my friend Kyoujin, his body broken by the denizens of this cold, dark place. I knew he would be all right, the magic of the lifestone had captured his spirit, protecting him against true death, but it was small consolation to me as I stood there over his body, wondering how I could go on alone.		I knew the end was near. For good or bad, I had come to the end of my journey. I grieved the loss of my friend Kyoujin, his body broken by the denizens of this cold, dark place. I knew he would be all right, the magic of the lifestone had captured his spirit, protecting him against true death, but it was small consolation to me as I stood there over his body, wondering how I could go on alone.

	\|		----

	This was my not my first attempt to unravel the mysteries of this Lost City of Frore. The last, I had come alone, and had been thwarted by the locks of the City. The Gelidites took great pains in preserving their privacy, in designing and constructing this place. I wandered, cold, and lost, for a long time before finally using my magic to escape the darkness, planning to return again.		This was my not my first attempt to unravel the mysteries of this Lost City of Frore. The last, I had come alone, and had been thwarted by the locks of the City. The Gelidites took great pains in preserving their privacy, in designing and constructing this place. I wandered, cold, and lost, for a long time before finally using my magic to escape the darkness, planning to return again.

	\|		----

	Return I did, this time accompanied by Kyoujin, an aspiring mage who also had some skill with locks. Together, we sought to bring an end to the bitter winter that blankets Dereth, not fully understanding the danger of this place, and the power of the forces within. Together we fought against the undying guardians of this place, and had won our way into the City. Deeper and deeper we ran, finally coming face to face with Tremblant himself, now transformed into a hideous monster, his dead body reanimated by some evil magic.		Return I did, this time accompanied by Kyoujin, an aspiring mage who also had some skill with locks. Together, we sought to bring an end to the bitter winter that blankets Dereth, not fully understanding the danger of this place, and the power of the forces within. Together we fought against the undying guardians of this place, and had won our way into the City. Deeper and deeper we ran, finally coming face to face with Tremblant himself, now transformed into a hideous monster, his dead body reanimated by some evil magic.

	\|		----

	~~Kyoujin was no match for him: Tremblant had broken him, and had almost destroyed me as well, before I finally managed to bring him down.<br>~~

			Kyoujin was no match for him: Tremblant had broken him, and had almost destroyed me as well, before I finally managed to bring him down.
			<br /><br />
	Now, as I stood before this doorway, the blistering heat from within was almost welcome in this otherwise frigid place. I feared in my heart that I might suffer the same fate as Tremblant, doomed forever to guard this dark place.		Now, as I stood before this doorway, the blistering heat from within was almost welcome in this otherwise frigid place. I feared in my heart that I might suffer the same fate as Tremblant, doomed forever to guard this dark place.

	\|		----

	As I stood there, I relived the long journey that had brought me here in my mind: the quest for Tremblant's party, seeking out the pieces of the mystic rune transcription, the warnings of the translators, the long run to the Plateau.<br>

			As I stood there, I relived the long journey that had brought me here in my mind: the quest for Tremblant's party, seeking out the pieces of the mystic rune transcription, the warnings of the translators, the long run to the Plateau.
			<br /><br />
	A sound from within roused me from my thoughts. The Great Work, perhaps sensing my presence, had begun to stir.		A sound from within roused me from my thoughts. The Great Work, perhaps sensing my presence, had begun to stir.

	\|		----

	The time had come for me to face this final challenge. As I opened the door, the heat from within washing over me in waves, I sent a silent prayer to the Poet, that my death might have meaning.~~<br><br>-- [[Fanzen San]] (Page 1 & 2), [[Abrim of Morningthaw]] (Page 3-8)~~		The time had come for me to face this final challenge. As I opened the door, the heat from within washing over me in waves, I sent a silent prayer to the Poet, that my death might have meaning.
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			== Notes ==
			* Sold by:
			** [[Barkeeper Fo Ya-Un]] in [[Hebian-To]].
			** [[Fenza Tan the Scribe]] in [[Hebian-To]].
			** [[Jizal al-Nurla the Scribe]] in [[Zaikhal]].
			** [[Magus Gondibyr Langarl]] in [[Cragstone]].

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	~~Purchased from:~~		{{Standard Text
	~~:[[Magus Gondibyr Langarl]] in [[Cragstone]].~~		\| Name = Return to Frore
	~~:[[Barkeeper Fo Ya-Un]] in [[Hebian-To]].~~		\| Icon Image = Return to Frore Icon.png
	~~:[[Fenza Tan the Scribe]] in [[Hebian-To]].~~		\| Description = A book written by Abrim of Morningthaw, one of the adventurers who rediscovered the Lost City of Frore, and destroyed the powerful artifact at its heart.
	~~:[[Jizal al-Nurla the Scribe]] in [[Zaikhal]].~~		\| Special Properties =
			\| Author =
	~~<div style~~=~~"background-color:#EEE8AA; border:2px solid #cc9900;width:80%;padding:30px;margin-bottom:20px;margin-left:5%;margin-right:10%;">~~		\| How Obtained =
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	[[Image:Return to Frore Icon.png~~]] <big>Return to Frore</big>~~		\| Introduction<br>

	''A book written by Abrim of Morningthaw, one of the adventurers who rediscovered the Lost City of Frore, and destroyed the powerful artifact at its heart.''

	~~----~~

	Introduction<br>

	In the 10th year of our exile, the world cooled, and snows swept across the face of Dereth. At that time, many valiant heroes fought their way into the vaults of ancient Frore, in hopes of rescuing the lost exploration party of Sir Joffre Tremblant, late of Arwic. Foucault, Ali-Zaboo and the other Orion Hunters, Shao, Keth al-Sheth, and other brave adventurers fought through scores of Gelidite necromancers. In the end, the tortured soul of Sir Tremblant was laid to rest, and The Great Work of the Gelidites,		In the 10th year of our exile, the world cooled, and snows swept across the face of Dereth. At that time, many valiant heroes fought their way into the vaults of ancient Frore, in hopes of rescuing the lost exploration party of Sir Joffre Tremblant, late of Arwic. Foucault, Ali-Zaboo and the other Orion Hunters, Shao, Keth al-Sheth, and other brave adventurers fought through scores of Gelidite necromancers. In the end, the tortured soul of Sir Tremblant was laid to rest, and The Great Work of the Gelidites,

	~~----~~		\|

	a magical artifact of uncertain origin, lay shattered at the flaming heart of Frore. With its destruction, warmth returned to the world.<br>		a magical artifact of uncertain origin, lay shattered at the flaming heart of Frore. With its destruction, warmth returned to the world.<br>
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	Here Abrim of Morningthaw recounts the perils he and Kyoujin faced in the bowels of the lost city. The blessings of the Dragon, Firebird, and Unicorn watch over them - over all who descended to the frozen hell of that dread metropolis. Without your sacrifice, we should have faced a still, cold doom. Your names shall be held in honor forevermore, the first champions of a new era in Dereth.		Here Abrim of Morningthaw recounts the perils he and Kyoujin faced in the bowels of the lost city. The blessings of the Dragon, Firebird, and Unicorn watch over them - over all who descended to the frozen hell of that dread metropolis. Without your sacrifice, we should have faced a still, cold doom. Your names shall be held in honor forevermore, the first champions of a new era in Dereth.

	~~----~~		\|

	I knew the end was near. For good or bad, I had come to the end of my journey. I grieved the loss of my friend Kyoujin, his body broken by the denizens of this cold, dark place. I knew he would be all right, the magic of the lifestone had captured his spirit, protecting him against true death, but it was small consolation to me as I stood there over his body, wondering how I could go on alone.		I knew the end was near. For good or bad, I had come to the end of my journey. I grieved the loss of my friend Kyoujin, his body broken by the denizens of this cold, dark place. I knew he would be all right, the magic of the lifestone had captured his spirit, protecting him against true death, but it was small consolation to me as I stood there over his body, wondering how I could go on alone.

	~~----~~		\|

	This was my not my first attempt to unravel the mysteries of this Lost City of Frore. The last, I had come alone, and had been thwarted by the locks of the City. The Gelidites took great pains in preserving their privacy, in designing and constructing this place. I wandered, cold, and lost, for a long time before finally using my magic to escape the darkness, planning to return again.		This was my not my first attempt to unravel the mysteries of this Lost City of Frore. The last, I had come alone, and had been thwarted by the locks of the City. The Gelidites took great pains in preserving their privacy, in designing and constructing this place. I wandered, cold, and lost, for a long time before finally using my magic to escape the darkness, planning to return again.

	~~----~~		\|

	Return I did, this time accompanied by Kyoujin, an aspiring mage who also had some skill with locks. Together, we sought to bring an end to the bitter winter that blankets Dereth, not fully understanding the danger of this place, and the power of the forces within. Together we fought against the undying guardians of this place, and had won our way into the City. Deeper and deeper we ran, finally coming face to face with Tremblant himself, now transformed into a hideous monster, his dead body reanimated by some evil magic.		Return I did, this time accompanied by Kyoujin, an aspiring mage who also had some skill with locks. Together, we sought to bring an end to the bitter winter that blankets Dereth, not fully understanding the danger of this place, and the power of the forces within. Together we fought against the undying guardians of this place, and had won our way into the City. Deeper and deeper we ran, finally coming face to face with Tremblant himself, now transformed into a hideous monster, his dead body reanimated by some evil magic.

	~~----~~		\|

	Kyoujin was no match for him: Tremblant had broken him, and had almost destroyed me as well, before I finally managed to bring him down.<br>		Kyoujin was no match for him: Tremblant had broken him, and had almost destroyed me as well, before I finally managed to bring him down.<br>
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	Now, as I stood before this doorway, the blistering heat from within was almost welcome in this otherwise frigid place. I feared in my heart that I might suffer the same fate as Tremblant, doomed forever to guard this dark place.		Now, as I stood before this doorway, the blistering heat from within was almost welcome in this otherwise frigid place. I feared in my heart that I might suffer the same fate as Tremblant, doomed forever to guard this dark place.

	~~----~~		\|

	As I stood there, I relived the long journey that had brought me here in my mind: the quest for Tremblant's party, seeking out the pieces of the mystic rune transcription, the warnings of the translators, the long run to the Plateau.<br>		As I stood there, I relived the long journey that had brought me here in my mind: the quest for Tremblant's party, seeking out the pieces of the mystic rune transcription, the warnings of the translators, the long run to the Plateau.<br>
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	A sound from within roused me from my thoughts. The Great Work, perhaps sensing my presence, had begun to stir.		A sound from within roused me from my thoughts. The Great Work, perhaps sensing my presence, had begun to stir.

	~~----~~		\|

	~~The time had come for me to face this final challenge. As I opened the door, the heat from within washing over me in waves, I sent a silent prayer to the Poet, that my death might have meaning.~~

	~~----~~

	-- [[Fanzen San]] (Page 1 & 2), [[Abrim of Morningthaw]] (Page 3-8)		The time had come for me to face this final challenge. As I opened the door, the heat from within washing over me in waves, I sent a silent prayer to the Poet, that my death might have meaning.<br><br>-- [[Fanzen San]] (Page 1 & 2), [[Abrim of Morningthaw]] (Page 3-8)
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	~~From the~~ [[~~Frore~~]] ~~quest, introduced during the~~ [[~~Dark Thaw~~]] ~~event.~~		{{Intro
			\| Patch Introduced = [[Dark Thaw]]
			\| Related Quests = [[Frore]]
			\| Updated =
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	Purchased from:		Purchased from:
	:[[Magus Gondibyr Langarl]] in [[Cragstone]]		:[[Magus Gondibyr Langarl]] in [[Cragstone]].
	:[[Barkeeper Fo Ya-Un]] in [[Hebian-To]]		:[[Barkeeper Fo Ya-Un]] in [[Hebian-To]].
	:[[Fenza Tan the Scribe]] in [[Hebian-To]]		:[[Fenza Tan the Scribe]] in [[Hebian-To]].
	:[[Jizal al-Nurla the Scribe]] in [[Zaikhal]]		:[[Jizal al-Nurla the Scribe]] in [[Zaikhal]].


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	[[Image:Return to Frore Icon.png]] <big>Return to Frore</big>		[[Image:Return to Frore Icon.png]] <big>Return to Frore</big>

	''A book written by Abrim of Morningthaw, one of the adventurers who rediscovered the Lost City of Frore, and destroyed the powerful artifact at its heart~~. 8 of 8 pages full~~.''		''A book written by Abrim of Morningthaw, one of the adventurers who rediscovered the Lost City of Frore, and destroyed the powerful artifact at its heart.''

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	-- [[Fanzen San]] (Page 1 & 2), [[Abrim of Morningthaw]] (Page 3-8)		-- [[Fanzen San]] (Page 1 & 2), [[Abrim of Morningthaw]] (Page 3-8)
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imported>Arkalor at 02:28, 28 March 2009

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	From the [[Frore]] quest, introduced during the [[Dark Thaw]] event.		From the [[Frore]] quest, introduced during the [[Dark Thaw]] event.

	Purchased from ~~various~~ [[:~~Special~~:~~Whatlinkshere/{{PAGENAME}} \| shopkeepers~~]].		Purchased from:
			:[[Magus Gondibyr Langarl]] in [[Cragstone]]
			:[[Barkeeper Fo Ya-Un]] in [[Hebian-To]]
			:[[Fenza Tan the Scribe]] in [[Hebian-To]]
			:[[Jizal al-Nurla the Scribe]] in [[Zaikhal]]


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	From the [[Frore]] quest, introduced during the [[~~Patch~~]] event.		From the [[Frore]] quest, introduced during the [[Dark Thaw]] event.

	Purchased from various [[:Special:Whatlinkshere/{{PAGENAME}} \| shopkeepers]].		Purchased from various [[:Special:Whatlinkshere/{{PAGENAME}} \| shopkeepers]].

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Frore quest, introduced during the Patch event. Purchased from various [[:Special:Whatlinkshere/{{PAGENAME}} | shopkeepers]]. <div style="background-color:#EEE8AA; borde...

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From the [[Frore]] quest, introduced during the [[Patch]] event.

Purchased from various [[:Special:Whatlinkshere/{{PAGENAME}} | shopkeepers]].

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[[Image:Return to Frore Icon.png]] <big>Return to Frore</big>

''A book written by Abrim of Morningthaw, one of the adventurers who rediscovered the Lost City of Frore, and destroyed the powerful artifact at its heart. 8 of 8 pages full.''

----

Introduction<br>

In the 10th year of our exile, the world cooled, and snows swept across the face of Dereth. At that time, many valiant heroes fought their way into the vaults of ancient Frore, in hopes of rescuing the lost exploration party of Sir Joffre Tremblant, late of Arwic. Foucault, Ali-Zaboo and the other Orion Hunters, Shao, Keth al-Sheth, and other brave adventurers fought through scores of Gelidite necromancers. In the end, the tortured soul of Sir Tremblant was laid to rest, and The Great Work of the Gelidites,

----

a magical artifact of uncertain origin, lay shattered at the flaming heart of Frore. With its destruction, warmth returned to the world.<br>

Here Abrim of Morningthaw recounts the perils he and Kyoujin faced in the bowels of the lost city. The blessings of the Dragon, Firebird, and Unicorn watch over them - over all who descended to the frozen hell of that dread metropolis. Without your sacrifice, we should have faced a still, cold doom. Your names shall be held in honor forevermore, the first champions of a new era in Dereth.

----

I knew the end was near. For good or bad, I had come to the end of my journey. I grieved the loss of my friend Kyoujin, his body broken by the denizens of this cold, dark place. I knew he would be all right, the magic of the lifestone had captured his spirit, protecting him against true death, but it was small consolation to me as I stood there over his body, wondering how I could go on alone.

----

This was my not my first attempt to unravel the mysteries of this Lost City of Frore. The last, I had come alone, and had been thwarted by the locks of the City. The Gelidites took great pains in preserving their privacy, in designing and constructing this place. I wandered, cold, and lost, for a long time before finally using my magic to escape the darkness, planning to return again.

----

Return I did, this time accompanied by Kyoujin, an aspiring mage who also had some skill with locks. Together, we sought to bring an end to the bitter winter that blankets Dereth, not fully understanding the danger of this place, and the power of the forces within. Together we fought against the undying guardians of this place, and had won our way into the City. Deeper and deeper we ran, finally coming face to face with Tremblant himself, now transformed into a hideous monster, his dead body reanimated by some evil magic.

----

Kyoujin was no match for him: Tremblant had broken him, and had almost destroyed me as well, before I finally managed to bring him down.<br>

Now, as I stood before this doorway, the blistering heat from within was almost welcome in this otherwise frigid place. I feared in my heart that I might suffer the same fate as Tremblant, doomed forever to guard this dark place.

----

As I stood there, I relived the long journey that had brought me here in my mind: the quest for Tremblant's party, seeking out the pieces of the mystic rune transcription, the warnings of the translators, the long run to the Plateau.<br>

A sound from within roused me from my thoughts. The Great Work, perhaps sensing my presence, had begun to stir.

----

The time had come for me to face this final challenge. As I opened the door, the heat from within washing over me in waves, I sent a silent prayer to the Poet, that my death might have meaning.

----

-- [[Fanzen San]] (Page 1 & 2), [[Abrim of Morningthaw]] (Page 3-8)
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