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The book clears his throat, a look of sincerity is displayed upon his cover. "It was many years ago, and in world distant from this one. I was the head cleric at a large temple. Because we were so loved by the populous we recieved many donations, and even though we did our best to feed, cloth and heal those in need with our wealth, we recieved more than we could spend, especially in magic and rare items that couldn't be easily converted into gold." A sad look crosses the book cover. "We were not warriors or battle clerics, and many came to try to steal and loot our coffers. One group, lead by a powerful mage eventually did overwhelm us, but not before my spells wreaked death and havoc among his cohorts. In the final battle I fell to his dark magics which froze my will and robbed me of conciousness, when I awoke he had imprisoned me into this form as revenge for those bandit friends of his that I did manage to stop, and used me as his spellbook. It gave him pleasure to taunt me before he studied his spells." The books expression suddenly gets somber. "He eventually put me in a shelf as he gained new spellbooks, where an enterprising thief stole me, and sold me to another mage, who tired of my pleas to be freed, and sewed my lips shut, since then I have been passed from mage to mage for many a year and across many a world, but usually stuffed in some book pouch."
The book suddenlly smiles. "But now you have found me, and I know I will soon be freed!"
[ 02-05-2004, 03:10 PM: Message edited by: MoldyOldie ]
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