Academy of Drell, Part 7

Sildarin finds himself a chair in a corner and sits down. He looks as his friends work around while digging a ration from his backpack.
 

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"Why it's Vaestin Farstrider Crosses the Vorhaun! I remember reading this on my first day at the Academy," the elf says, picking up a four-inch-thick tome and raising it above his head with both hands. He begins a brief, dramatic oration from memory,

"And thus the walls of Castle Torrimot began to crumble: brick and mortar, pebble and marble, flesh and bone, under the colossal burden now thrust upon King Xaurax's shoulders. Vaestin Farstrider had demonstrated resolve and virtue in the face of this most damnable of Immortals and prevailed, breaking the eon-spanning curse and, at long last, setting those souls a'right and freeing his lost love from its implacable grip."

Travellios sighs and says, "Ah, to be a hero like that," but suddenly regains his composure and blushes, "Yes yes, so I memorized the ending. It was quite a victory..."

Embarrased, the handsome elf goes back to shelving books...

Unless addressed, Travellios has nothing else to do for the day. He'll go back and look over his spellbook tonight and helps with the Book if asked (though he's still in the dark on the matter).
 

Mortimer smiles at Travellios' enthusiasm.

(Mortimer is happy shelving books for now, so he'll keep it up until either a) the library is back in order, b) he needs to sleep/eat/rest or c) something more important draws his attention.)
 

Lyrique going to try something different with the book, or does someone else have something they wish to try before we move on?
 

(ooc: sorry for the delay the holidays had me really down.)

Lyrique will try one more time to sing to the book. if that fails it's out of his hands. He's not the scholar that he will be when he's older.

Use magic device roll: 6+13= no where near enough.

"I'm at my whits end. I need help with this." he says
 



Lyrique casts a cantrip and the words become legible in Xargon's book.

In essence the book itself is akin to a re-usable scroll, though once cast it can only be used again once every 100 years. The spell is a 9th level arcane spell, which imparts the user's essence onto another member of his own race.

Thus, an elf could send his spirit into the body of another elf, and the target would receive all the memories and knowledge of the caster.

The target of the spell has to be physically healthy and willing to accept the spell. The target's spirit is destroyed. The caster's memory is wiped by this spell but carries on in the new body.

The spell is a form of serial immortality.

Having trouble with the boards lately. Sorry for the delay. Everyone gets 1000 experience for hanging in there/Merry Christmas/Happy New Year.
 


Lyrique grows pale and sets the book down. "I don't want to touch this. It is a spell that allows the caster to send his soul into another willing body. The soul of the body is destroyed but the caster lives on in the new body. This is some heavy Nercomancy." The Bard says finaly taking a drink and relaxing just a bit.
"Thankfuly the subject has to be willing. I see no porblem giving the book to them but I don't see this as a very wise thing to do. Cast the spell that is. The caster looses his memory once the process is complete. It's a bit to easy for the person to amass a huge amount of power but not have any knowledge of why they are amassing it. It could well be that the caster could be easy to manipulate after the spell is cast."
 

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