In Moonglow, she struck gold in her search for information on Telesar. Most mentions of him were as a contributing mage in works on various aspects of magic: Spells, reagents, general magic... On other occassions she'd find references to his membership in the Conclave of Moonglow. Of course, all of these references were old and outdated. She inquired with the librarians, but it seemed all the records she'd found predated the time when the Followers of Armageddon had made their play to destroy the world.

Despite all this, she wasn't about to be disheartened. She needed this information too much to let that happen. From Moonglow, she caught a ferry to Yew, leaving her rowboat behind, tied up to a tree on the shore of the bay.

Convincing the monks of the Abbey to let her into their vault of 'forbidden', or questionable, knowledge, she stumbled upon a set of Tomes authored by the mage Telesar himself! Their topic disturbed her, but was not surprising. All manners of details about undead could be found on their pages. How undead came to be, the curses that could be used, and so on.

Looking through her notes and dating the books and records she'd found, she realized that at a certain point, he seemed to simply cease to exist. There was no record of his leaving Moonglow, nor of his death, or anything otherwise... Nothing... neither in Moonglow itself, or in the Abbey...

So she journeyed on to the great library of Britain, even scouring the smaller library from top to bottom. While in Britain, she stopped into the Artist's guild. She would have to order replacements for the statue and ruined painting in her home. From there, she travelled to the Paladins' halls of Trinsic, the rangers' station in Skara Brae. On an unlucky hunch, she even dared to examine the discarded tomes in the center of the Hedge Maze. While some of the books were quite interesting, none held the knowledge she currently sought, needed to find. With only a few scratches to show from her foray through the maze, she took a cargo ship to the islands of Nujelm, and then Magincia...

Having searched everywhere she could imagine, she was getting very discouraged. In fact, Myra was about to give up hope when a thought occured to her.

Seeking out one of the older mages of Magincia, she asked him about the times of FoA, and determined that the records of Telesar's existance all seemed to come to a dead end shortly before the openings to the "lost lands" were publicly discovered.

It had been quite a while since she'd set out from her home, without so much as a note, but she couldn't return just yet... So she travelled on to Papua. After days of searching, a small notebook surfaced in the basement of a shop in Papua. It was written by Telesar himself, on a date after the discovery of the passageways to this land. Just weeks after his last recorded works in Moonglow. The man refused to even let her glance at the contents, let alone examine it for authenticity. She bargained and haggled with him for quite some time, and though it cost her quite a bit of gold and an elven-made bow, she finally managed to convince the shopkeep to sell the book to her.

In the provisioner's shop, she managed to convince the disgusting owner to let her search through his older sales records by letting him touch the tip of one of her ears, and rub her leatherclad thigh. Letting him do so once, with a shudder, she finally insisted upon seeing the records. Her stomach churned and her leg felt as if it were rotting away where he had touched it. Closing her eyes tightly she made her way back to the records, doing her best to put the event as far out of her mind as possible. She quickly decided she'd rather face Khellenduras again than even contemplate the thoughts in this man's head.

Within the sales records, dating back to the opening of the shop, she found notations of a large amount of purchases made under the name Telesar. A wagon, mules, a teamster, and supplies enough to make it to Delucia.

Arriving in Delucia three days later, she was met with suspicious eyes when she questioned after Telesar. A few of the older paladins remembered the mage and would speak little of him, claiming not to know much except that they'd always had a bad feeling about him. The mages in town were mostly recent arrivals and looked at her as if she were speaking a strange language, shaking their heads and saying they had never heard of Telesar, except for once or twice in text books back in Moonglow.

But in the libraries, she discovered more and more books by Telesar. Each was written on the topic of undead, and as the dates of their writing progressed, the works became more and more personal. They covered undead within these lands, the later tomes concentrating heavily upon the "City of the Dead" just north of Delucia. The last writing she found by Telesar detailed, in very cryptic terms, his associations with the "enclave" of liches of the City of the Dead. And just as they did in the libraries of the other cities, all references to and by Telesar simply ceased.

What was even more disturbing was what she found while searching for information for the "Lantern of the Wraith". In each library she travelled to, she searched their Artifact sections diligently. Just when she seemed about to find what she was looking for... A book would turn up missing. Or pages would have been removed... It was almost as if someone had gone ahead of her and removed all information about the Lantern, to make it seem as if it didn't exist. This only proved to heighten Myra's suspicions and curious mind.

She journeyed back to the Lycaeum of Moonglow to organize her findings. She wasn't sure the information she had would do anyone any good when she returned, but she had to try. Had anyone noticed she was gone? Myra sighed, rubbing her forehead in thought, almost in a gesture to fend off the threatening headache of reading too long. A scratch on the nearby windowsill caught her attention. Her gaze moved to the window just in time to see a dark shape winging off into the sky. With a flap of wings the bird that had been there left behind a few stray feathers.

Myra pushed back from the table and walked to the window. With exceptionally thin fingers, she lifted one of the feathers to examine. Raven... That would explain why she always felt eyes on her. Or was she just becoming more paranoid. She sighed and her stomach rumbled. For the past weeks, she'd been eating just enough to have the energy to travel and read. Her already thin form was lighter than before, and she wasn't feeling that great. She promised when she returned home, she'd have a nice meal, a loooong hot bath, and sleep for a week.

She gathered her papers and books from the table, thanking the librarians and monks for their help, and set out for her home.

Returning home she found a wind beaten, rain spattered note tacked to her door.

Myra,
Please contact me when you return. I have a message for you from a drow dressed in red and black.

Veil

Myra's expression turned grim. She would have to see Veil soon. Perhaps tonight, or tomorrow night. She wondered what had been happening in her time away. Unconsciously, she slipped a hand into her pocket, gripping a ring there. The ring the Jabbress had given her...