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Tomb of the Patient
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Amaxathroth has not wandered the world in an age; his tomes decay, his words stolen and hoarded yet by wizened sorcerors who cling to life like leeches in their towers. King and Lords, who would suffer a thousand torments to gain the curse of the nameless Demon-King, devise worse tortures for scholars who fail in finding the road to the Tomb of Amaxathroth.
Amaxathroth the Patient does not laugh at these fools, nor at us, for we are less than worms to his gaze. He waits for the world of men to end, or perhaps for the Demon-King to rise from an ancient, hidden coffer beneath the ruins of the Black Palace and forget his wrath. The dust covers Amaxathroth who has learned all that can be learned, seated upon the last of his Tomes, waiting.
The seeker who disturbs Amaxathroth will find wisdom not meant for those uncursed. He who finds and descends into the Tomb will ask one question, and give sanity in trade for an answer that might never be used. Amaxathroth has become a God, and we his priests, who sacrifice all we hold most valuable, the better to impale ourselves upon his words.
[ Posted by Reason on October 24, 2006 ]
