The Dark Priest
Born with an Enlightened Soul, an insatiable thirst for knowledge was given. Everything must be known whether it's important or not. Knowledge is the key to life so knowledge had to be gained. The Enlightened Soul had presented itself to a self with only one goal in mind, to learn, and anything shall be done to learn.
But everything had been known. A purpose in life fulfilled. But insatiable knowledge can never be fulfilled. Life was surrendered to Alll-Mer, on the grasps of the sacrificial crucifix a vision was born. Placed into the mind to show a way to gain knowledge. The prophesied man told to us to be correct is the key to knowledge. He who shall unite the lands shall unite the ideas in the brain.
But he was captured. Inside of a dungeon where only death awaits. The dungeons of Fear and Hunger. But knowledge is the key to life and nothing can barricade it from the mind of a person. A Dark Priest, a scholar who has learnt all that he currently can, will not back down. The thirst for knowledge can only grow.
But in the fearful dungeons a thing was to be made known of. Something much more enchanting than a "prophesied" man could ever be. An ancient city. One of the Gods. The ancient city of Ma'habre. Through there the old Quizmaster, the enlightened one born with the same soul as I had lived. Valteil. Guarding the Grand Library of Ma'habre, on his last willful words he had spoken the truth of ascension and enlightenment.
With the help of a fellow ascended one you had resisted the desires and greed of ascension. Knowledge gifted, the ability to no longer age had been handed to you. True knowledge, the most wonderful form of enlightenment had been reached. An insatiable urge lessened through a act. But with that as the former Valteil, and the former Nas'rah had done a duty was bound. A duty that would fuel the gain of knowledge. The guarding of the Grand Library of Ma'habre.
And with that a new scholar was born, a person to listen to in Occultist circles for hundreds of years. But knowledge shall not be kept to only one, it shall be spread. So the writings had continued. With the endless lifetimes of knowledge kept inside this library, of which could be written down. The Older Gods, the New God recently created in these very dungeons. All to be passed down to others. Insatiable knowledge given rest. Books to read and indulge in.
But the past is the past. Hundreds of years could be passed in that library. Seemingly another day was another book. But with the knowledge gained from those books, it could be passed down to the youth occultists. The Skin Bibles were written to pass down said knowledge. About all Occultist activities. The past must be ignored and the present embraced.
A book. Another book is being read by the scholar. Enki Ankarian, the Dark Priest and strongest mortal alive. But yet it warps. The ancient city brought with life is changing. The appearances are shifting. Truly what could this phenomena be? A form of magic? Sanity is decreasing? What could this be? Perhaps it's that Black Witch who sold her soul to Gro-Goroth? That rat who pestered me in the Dungeons.
Counter-Magic
The spell that is able to disable most forms of magic, whether it be effects on a person or beings summoned with necromancy. And yet the effects of this magic taught because of my soul, doesn't work. But this isn't the temperature that wretch indues. It's cold. Freezing cold. Much colder than anything I've experienced in my life. And yet through this bad and disgraceful manner.
The Enlightened Soul pulses once more, for knowledge exists once-again to be gained. The insatiable urge has once again came back.
Hm. Perhaps this pest did right. I can learn once-more. Knowledge is mine to gain. This epoch I have been treated to will be an era of greatness for me.
