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Shota LITERARY WORKS: The Principles of Wizardry, The Eldritch spell book |
| I do not remember much of my mother aside from that she was a Priestess of Deoch. Though I do clearly remember the day she did not return... With no other family, I wandered from town to town, forgotten and overlooked. I spent much time outside the temples, watching and listening. I saw many grand looking Aislings, embroiled in their own affairs, never noticing that they were being watched. One night, outside of Mileth, a chill crept over me though there was no breeze in the air. It was as if the night itself had stilled, waiting for something. As I watched, a lone figure swathed in thick robes shuffled closer from the crossroads. He had nearly passed me when he stopped and fixed me with a gaze that chills me to this day. I felt myself unconsciously shrink under the unblinking scrutiny of the withered figure. A pallid hand reached out, lifting my chin and forcing me to look into its cold, flat eyes. "I know you..." He rasped. "Or more precisely. I knew your mother." As the hand withdrew, I rubbed my chin unconsciously. My whole face felt as if I had fallen face first in the snow in the dead of winter. "Who are you?" I asked quietly when I had finally found my voice. The withered figure smiled faintly. "You may call me Gigean." | |
