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Here is the Lore found in Navar's Very Tall Tower:
You open the A testament to Sarnach and start reading.
Such a great being was he.
Gave of his time.
Gave of his meager wage.
Gave of his magic.
Such a gentle being was he.
Raised his hand against nothing.
Raised his voice against nothing
Raised his magic against none.
Such a wise being was he.
To all whom asked wisdom spoken.
To all whom strived magic dispensed.
To all whom needed guidance given.
Such a murdered being is he
Taken to darkness in sleep never to
wake. Murdered cowardly in the
slumber. A roll of the dice and the
fool taketh his life, and his corpse.
To the alter his physical being
strives. To the alter where the
physical must to dust turn so the
spirit may be free. 

There was a wizard.
He had an apprentice.
What is said are lies.
There are no good wizards.
No good apprentice of magic ever
existed.
It was not murder but justice.
He who hast slain the apprentice did
good.
He who hast slain the slayer must be
delt justice.

It is said that the wizard created
the tower. The wizard only created
death... but not even. Death was
purchased by the wizard and from the
bones of hundreds were set bricks
known as enchanted bricks; set for
the tower; set for the wizard to
reach the heavens.
But the wizard knew nothing.

The wizard oversaw the rise of the
tower through the clouds. The wizard
oversaw the deaths of many. The
wizard's powers did not come from
what is good, or even said to be
good. The tower was built to avoid a
pact which every wizard has made.
There is no good magic. It is of the
black arts.

To think he could save his own soul
the wizard imprisoned the souls of
all who came upon a town. Scorn took
it's name not from itself; it was
named by others. Through drink he
deluded them, through tricks beguiled
them, and thus enslaved them to his
master; the master of all who
practice that which does not come
from above... thus they came here to
Navar and raised his tower to the 
heavens.

The wizard grew old... he was
promised eternal life. He took on a
student and taught him while the
tower rose to heights. Tricks of
deception the student came to know.
Hidden identities he was able to
conjure seemingly by thought alone.
He was anyone he wished to be; evil
or good as the people saw illusions;
king, pesant, or even Skud from the
grave. The student learned well.

And the souls trapped mounted. They
forever in torment acted as commanded.

Death upon death grew to be the
knowledge of the tower. 
The student learned.
The great wizard died. But he was not
great.
And came the second wizard.
Navar was but an infant.

The apprentice was a master of
manipulation and disguise. He
completed the tower after two
thousand dead one decade since the
death of the first.
He was the second. He is still.
Scorn fell into dispair, Navar grew.

When the tower was completed there
were no heavens to be found. Only
clouds.
The wizard knew nothing.
The apprentice was the second wizard.
He did not die. 
The second wizard grew herb and
sustained for decades, then
centuries, then longer. The herb was
not of this world, it was of fire...
for the wizard was useful, moreso
than the last.

The old empire was no more. Chaos
reigned as ceasar. The second wizard
nearly perished and the bricks of the
bones of the dead almost crumbled in
rejoice.
The second wizard, the student of
once a time, concocted an amulet. The
amulet protected him in his many
deceptions. The second wizard
persisted.

A fright came upon the second wizard
and upon a storm a city was born.
More were trapped by it's wealth. New
bricks were lain. White bricks of men.

The tower was unseen for a century.
A deception upon an abomination was
committed. The wizard was powerful.
The first wizard was not great.
The second was in league.
There are no good wizards.
Navar was no longer a child.

Then the mists cleared.

Navar saw the tower and was in awe.
Navar had forgotten it's name. Navar
forgot the tower.
A do-gooder appeared. His name was
like a snake that set forth to snatch
souls. He was the wizard; He was a
trick.

You wonder if this might not be
easier with a collegue...

Only one in Navar saw the deception.

The wizard in his cloaked form was
slain. He did not die. His body did
not rot. 
Many mourned the death of the
do-gooder they thought to have had in
their midsts and lost. 
The soul of the wizard was imprisoned
in the deception and the body stashed
away so none could release it.
But that has ended and a most
terrible crime has been commited. The
bricks cry, their essence attack.
The second wizard is not dead...
His city is not destroyed...
Nor the tower.
The abomination.

From above you hear thunderous
rumbilings of beasts angry. You are
reminded of captive, caged animals
urning to escape...

A disenchantment spell lingers
Especially potent here...

The wizard had vast riches.
Riches picked off the bones of
captive souls.

He is still here.
The second wizard is not dead.

A great air potency drifts down the
stairway upon you... you feel not at
ease...

Perhaps now the bones of the bricks
of the tower to the sky shall rest.
Perhaps some are nolonger captive.
Perhaps not.

You fall asleep...

You awake
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