"I have the legend in my hands", thought the Seeker in wonder.
In the capital city of the Vazzhin Empire lived and died Pate the Seer, who spent his last years confined in the High Temple to prevent the rest of the world from hearing of his visions.
One morning he was found unconscious in the alleys of the city and when he did not wake up for three days his companions called the priest to bless him and in peace to end his life. He received the rite of those who are going to die and when the priest placed the knife on his chest, he suddenly opened his eyes; their screams were heard even in the palace itself. They were screams of terror entangled with meaningless words that spoke of monstrous beings and people impossible to imagine. He spoke of creatures of blasphemous forms, humans with gods-like powers and worlds where reality had another meaning.
This happened about a hundred years before the fall of the great city after the invasion of Karrgat the Imminent. A confused time in the records and already forgotten by ordinary people who don't even know the great names of yesteryear or who they belong to. This is why there is no clarity about the rest of the Seer's life. It is said that he was brought before the king and he was taken as a counselor or jester, in other writings it is indicated that he was captured by faith to remove the demons that spoke to him inside, but it is also said that he was received in peace as one of them. The only thing clear in all versions is the beginning and the end of the story. He died there and some priests made a book with the transcription of his words.
A book forgotten and later cursed by the same faith that wrote it. The few copies they made were purified in blood and then burned, but the original was apparently stolen by one of the priests, its whereabouts were never known. It is that book that is in his hands today.
Lost and forgotten among the abandoned ruins of the city today comes to light. But something that the Seeker did not expect is that it was written in the Old language, a language forbidden to the people at that time and in this, forgotten by the world.
The only thing he could read was an inscription in the common language, it was written on the first page and did not have the same wear as the rest of the manuscript, it was a new writing and made in a hurry. As he read it, he could feel that his search for meaning and that that urge to always need to know more could come from something beyond his current understanding. The inscription is "spread the word."
I will look for those who want to join me in my task of deciphering its mysteries and acquiring the secrets hidden in those letters. We will interpret the signs, break their seals, and invoke the spells of the Codex Universalis.