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|BookName=Notes of Henrich Relge, the Aldwynnian Witchfinder | |BookName=Notes of Henrich Relge, the Aldwynnian Witchfinder | ||
|LearnText=Allows you to learn the following sword abilities: | |LearnText=Allows you to learn the following sword abilities: | ||
|ActiveSkill1= | |ActiveSkill1=Fencer's stance | ||
| | |PassiveSkill1=Endurance Training | ||
| | |PassiveSkill2=Gloat | ||
|Description=Few years ago the house of Henrich Relge, a famous witchfinder, burned to the ground. The only surviving thing was a safe with his diaries. Those were soon purchased by enterprising collectors. | |Description=Few years ago the house of Henrich Relge, a famous witchfinder, burned to the ground. The only surviving thing was a safe with his diaries. Those were soon purchased by enterprising collectors. | ||
|Price=900 | |Price=900 | ||
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Teaches: | Teaches: | ||
*{{cl|Active| | *{{cl|Active|Fencer's stance}} | ||
*{{cl| | *{{cl|Orange|Endurance Training}} | ||
*{{cl|Orange|Gloat}} | *{{cl|Orange|Gloat}} | ||
Revision as of 16:04, 25 February 2022
Description
| “ | Notes of Henrich Relge, the Aldwynnian Witchfinder | „ |
Effect
Teaches:
Acquired From
- Sometimes sold by Gerlot, merchant in Mannshire.
- Sometimes sold by Bert, merchant in Osbrook.
- Always sold by Unar, scribe in Mannshire.
Book content
The charred remains of the guards still remained under the drizzling rain. I'd been observing him for hours. It was becoming clear he wasn't planning to leave the house. Well then...
It would be too risky to sneak into the building - I could see an occasional shadow moving behind the half-opened shutters, he was ready for guests. Either way, I wouldn't be able to do much within the cramped interior of the house other than to burn down along with it. I wondered if I could lure him out before the rain died out...
I headed to the nearest inn where I demanded a bucket of icy water. I immediately poured it over myself to the innkeeper's shock. The secret to a successful pyromancer hunt is to keep yourself from catching fire.
I returned to my spot and began throwing stones at the window. Suddenly I heard the sounds of a mournful song or a prayer coming from inside... That very moment I saw the magic spark, heard the roar of the rising flame - I barely had enough time to dodge to the side. Trying to ignore the smouldering of my doublet against my skin, I darted from one cover to another. There were only two feet between me and the entrance...
With a final dash I reached the doorway. I bet the sorcerer wasn't expecting to see me up close. Without wasting time on pleasantries I grabbed him by the throat and let my blade do the talking. He let out a terrible wheeze and started shaking in agony, only to go limp, collapsing with a heavy thud.
I grabbed a piece of cloth lying nearby to wipe his black blood off my sword...
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