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Adogah at 16:23, 12 July 2011

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	once burned so brightly here. In the meantime, the demons continue to		once burned so brightly here. In the meantime, the demons continue to
	grow more powerful as they claim more victims.		grow more powerful as they claim more victims.
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Adogah at 16:22, 12 July 2011

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The writing is in Anglic, and reads:

The Brotherhood of Saint Paedric, an order of Adonist monks who
specialized in scholarship and the healing arts, was founded in the
second century by a advenus priest named Father Byron Tharrik. Father
Tharrik envisioned the order as a means of ministering to the masses
by caring for their bodies and minds as well as their souls. He
established a small monastery in the western woods where the Brothers of
Saint Paedric could be instructed in the arts of teaching and medicine in
addition to the spiritual concerns of their calling.

The Brotherhood attracted many followers and in the third century,
both the monastery and the tiny chapel that served as it's spiritual focus
were expanded. It was around this time that a few of the brothers, led by
Brother Michael Morrin, began to dabble in daemonology as well as other
occult disciplines. In the beginning, they approached the occult as
simply another intellectual excercise but as time passed Brother Morrin
became more and more convinced that he could, in fact, summon and control
demons.

It was also around this time that a young advenus by the name of
Brendan O'Dhomnhal joined the Brotherhood. Though quiet and unassuming,
it was clear to his superiors that the light of Yehovah burned brightly in
the young initiate. He demonstrated true gifts for both healing and
teaching and his faith was all consuming and unshakeable.

One of the requirements of the Brotherhood of Saint Paedric was
that once training was complete, each brother must leave the monastery and
travel abroad ministering to the needs of the general populace. And so,
with little more than his robes and a sack of medical supplies and a
profound faith, Brendan O'Dhomnhal, who was now known simply as Brother
Brendan, left the peace and safety of monastic life for a life as a
wandering minister.

Though life outside the monastery was difficult, Brother Brendan
took great joy in his work and he rapidly developed a reputation as a
skilled healer and a wise teacher. Stories began to circulate regarding
acts he'd performed that some were calling miracles. One particular tale
recalled O'Dhomnhal's encounter with the thondak master smith Allarin
Stormbringer. Galan, the smith's only child had taken ill and none of the
remedies the child's doctor had prescribed had improved the boy's
condition. In desparation, the smith begged the young monk to examine the
boy. As the monk approached the smith's home, he was met at the door by
the boy's mother. Her tear stained face told the monk all he needed to
know. Still, he asked to be taken to the boy's bedside. The boy's body
was already growing cold when the monk examined him. O'Dhomnhal began to
pray over the body and according to several onlookers, the monk began to
glow with a pure white light. He laid his hands upon the boy's forehead
and to the wonder and amazement of the boy's family, the boy's eyes
opened and he sat up in bed. In gratitude, the smith gifted O'Dhomnhal
with a silver ring inlaid with red gold.

For five years, Brother Brendan travelled from town to town
ministering to the spiritual and physical needs of the people he
encountered and his legend grew. At the end of the five years, O'Dhomnhal
returned to the monastery to begin training for his ordination as a
priest. In the meantime, Brother Michael and his followers had enjoyed
considerable success in summoning lesser demons. But Brother Michael was
an ambitious man and he saw his work as a way of gaining power and
prestige. So, armed with years of research and the confidence of his past
accomplishments, Brother Michael Morrin began making preparations for the
summoning of a greater demon.

Late one night a few weeks after his return, Brendan retreated to
the burial chambers below the monastery in search of solitude. While
wandering about the chamber, he noticed a curious light coming from
beneath the door of one of the private crypts reserved for important
figures within the order. Cautiously, he pushed the door open a crack
and found Brother Michael and his followers in the middle of the ritual of
demon summoning.

The chanting grew louder and faster and, as O'Dhomnhal looked on
in horrified fascination, a softly glowing purple mist began to form in
the center of the circle. Gradually, the amorphous cloud began to take
the form of a man. The man who came to stand before Morrin was at once
both the most compelling and terrifying sight Brendan had ever seen.
Physically, he resembled a human male, bronzed and muscular, his features
so perfectly formed that had he been female he would have been considered
beautiful. However, where his eyes should have been were empty sockets
from which a dull red glow shone and the arrogant sneer that tugged at the
corners of the demon's mouth seemed disturbingly out of place on the
almost angelic face.

The demon laughed distainfully at Morrin and his followers. "You
can't really believe that your circle can hold me...", said the demon in a
voice as smooth as silk.

For the first time since his very first summoning, Michael Morrin
knew fear. He addressed the demon with what he hoped at least sounded
like authority. "In the name of Yehovah I have summoned you and in the
name of Yehovah I command you serve me."

The demon laughed, a cold brittle sound, and said, "I know you,
Michael Morrin. Your heart is as black as mine. You don't serve Yehovah
any more than I do. The only thing you're capable of serving is yourself.
We're very much alike, you and I...both cold and calculating, both
self-serving. The difference between us is that I know what I am...I take
pride in it. You hide behind your pathetic god and pretend, even to
yourself, that you're something you're not. Had it been convenient for
me, I might have even allowed you to believe I served you for a time. But
you're far to weak to ever be of any use to me so, unfortunately for you,
it's not convenient."

The demon turned slightly to face one of the monks in the circle.
He gestured at the monk who immediately burst into flames. He nodded at
another who also burst into flames. The demon made an expansive gesture
and several more monks burned. Now, there was only Morrin, the demon and
O'Dhomnhal who was still hiding in the shadows. The demon grinned evilly
at Morrin. "Never fear, you'll not burn. I've got something else in mind
for you. But first, I've a bit of business to attend to."

The demon called out to O'Dhomnhal, "I know you're out there so
there's no point in hiding. It would be much easier for both of us if you
don't fight me. After all, you can't possibly defeat me."

O'Dhomnhal was drawn from his hiding place by a force beyond his
comprehension. His mind screamed in terror but his body made no response.
Without knowing how he got there, he now stood before the demon. The
demon examined him appraisingly. He could feel the demon's eyes cut
through his very soul. Finally, satisfied, the demon spoke. "Brendan
O'Dhomnhal, I've been waiting for you...waiting a very long time.", he
purred. "Many, like this one", he made a dismissive gesture toward
Morrin, "beg to serve me, but they're weak and cowardly. You though,
you're strong... I feel the strength flowing through you and I will have
you. In return for your faithful service I will give you dominion over
all that exists on this plane. Every man, every beast, even nature itself
will bow before you and pay you homage. All you must do is pledge
yourself to me."

O'Dhomnhal struggled against the mental shackles that held him
with the intensity and desparation of a wild animal but to no avail. But
it was at this moment that Morrin, sensing the demon's attention was no
longer on him, tried to flee. The demon, reacting with lightning speed,
intercepted Morrin with a howl so unnatural and unholy that it would haunt
O'Dhomnhal for the rest of his life. The demon effortlessly tore Morrin's
head from his shoulders in much the same way a child might pull a daisy
from it's stem. For just an instant O'Dhomnhal felt his bonds loosend and
he gathered what remained of his strength and made one last valiant effort
to free himself. This time, however, the bonds shattered and he was free.

No longer imprisoned, O'Dhomnhal felt the power of Yehovah flow
into him. He was filled with a holy wrath so powerful that it nearly
blinded him. He began to glow with a brilliant white light and his voice
reverberated like thunder as he addressed the demon. "By the power of
Yehovah and all that is good and just I command you return from whence you
came." He gestured at the demon who was slammed against the wall by the
force of the blow. Again and again he struck the demon until, broken and
bleeding, the demon lay at his feet. Quietly, O'Dhomnhal murmured an
invocation banishing the demon from this plane. With the demon gone, he
collapsed to the ground exhausted.

O'Dhomnhal was still unconscious the following morning when he was
discovered by two initiates. It was several more days before he was well
enough to relate the events of that horrible night. After hearing the
tale, the abbot ordered all of Brother Morrin's notes burned and, under
penalty of banishment, forbid the brothers of Saint Paedric any further
study of the occult arts. O'Dhomnhal went on to finish his studies and
was ordained a priest. Later, he became the abbot of Saint Paedric's
Monastery and held the position until his death. He was laid to rest in a
crypt beneath the monastery. After his death, there were numerous reports
of visitations and miracles performed in his name and he was later
canonized.

It was widely believed that all of Michael Morrin's followers had
perished that night in the crypt and that all his notes had been
destroyed. It was, however, an erroneous assumption. A young initiate by
the name of Janrus Teshian had salvaged much of Morrin's research. Nearly
a century after Saint Brendan's death those notes were found by a monk
named Loric Phage. Secretly, he revived Morrin's work. This time though,
once been a bastion of purity is now tainted and evil. The demons reign
here, feeding off the souls of the living and corrupting everything they
touch. They are attended to by mortal servants who provide them with
victims in return for a taste of their masters' power.

And so Saint Paedric's Monastery waits for a new champion who can
defeat the demons once and for all and restore the holy light that had
once burned so brightly here. In the meantime, the demons continue to
grow more powerful as they claim more victims.

*'''Note''': Reading this book will give you some experience and boost your history and legend lore skills.
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