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Secret Legacy
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A tale of love and grief, and the legacy it can create.

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Collection reward from [120] Secret Legacy (Tome).

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Secret Legacy - Page 2 (shinies in The Merchant's Den [Solo] or The Merchant's Den [Heroic I] or The Merchant's Den [Heroic II])
Secret Legacy - Page 3 (shinies in The Merchant's Den [Solo] or The Merchant's Den [Heroic I] or The Merchant's Den [Heroic II])
Secret Legacy - Page 4 (shinies in The Merchant's Den [Solo] or The Merchant's Den [Heroic I] or The Merchant's Den [Heroic II])
Secret Legacy - Page 5 (shinies in The Merchant's Den [Solo] or The Merchant's Den [Heroic I] or The Merchant's Den [Heroic II])
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Discovered on 12 Apr 2022 at 17:34:06 PDT.
Secret Legacy

A tale of love and grief, and the legacy it can create.
There once was a captivating elf, an Elddar of beauty and grace, who caught the eye of a dark, mysterious man. From Hate he sprang, now the last of his kind.

On Norrath he found her, in a city of gilded stone and towering trees. Being around her was as soothing and revitalizing as a cleansing breath; something he had a dim memory of, as it had been hundreds of years since his last one.
She could not resist being charmed by his charisma, his passion, or the darkness that clung to him. They were infatuated with one another, and soon infatuation turned to love. Not even the knowledge of his affliction could turn her from him.
He had explained it, but never offered it to her. She adored the fleeting things in life, the changing leaves, the emerging butterfly, the newborn calf. She would wither, her eyes would become bleak, if she saw the inevitability of it all, the pointlessness of being witness to the ages.
He knew this meant their time was limited, and so he filled the days with passion and excitement. Soon she announced some news of her own with him, for she was with child! He is elated! The thought of their pairing bringing about an heir, when he had long been the last, the only, invigorated him.
He celebrated his beloved and their unborn child, with gifts and festivities. He moved her into his keep, along with her old handmaid, who had attentively waited on her for years. By this time, the crone was mostly blind, but her devotion wouldn't let that stop her.
Weeks turned into months. The handmaiden saw to the mother-to-be's every need. Tonics were served, potions were brewed, and lotions were applied. The handmaiden's skills and her knowledge of esoteric remedies and healing magic seemed to do the trick. The pregnancy advanced with no signs of trouble, though sometimes, the expectant mother swore there was an odd pinch or bite amongst the kicks and jabs she felt from within her womb.
Then came the fateful day, the day he thought would deliver pride and certainty, but instead brought tragedy. His beloved started to show unexplained difficulty. The child was born, but at great cost, and disfigured and weak of heart, something there had been no hint of. The new mother's struggle continued. There was another child! This one was born strong and of perfect form. Unfortunately, the mother did not survive the ordeal.
Fueled by grief, anger, and disgust, the mourning father attempted to destroy the deformed baby, his firstborn, only to find his attack deflected. His child was protected by arcane means! It escaped his understanding, in fact, much of the events that unfolded that day did. He was left to presume it was a side effect of the child being his own son. After all, there had never been a child born to a mortal elf and one of his kind before.
The handmaiden was the one to offer the few answers ever suggested. It was her theory that a curse was to blame.

It had been placed upon the mother with the intent of the child's destruction. The ancient health potions and tonics she had made, some of which derived from forbidden knowledge, protected the mother and the children until the birth, but took its toll on the first child. As there was no knowledge of the second child, the curse was not placed on him, too.
The handmaiden stayed on, not that the father ever asked, but she did. She watched over the two boys, and cared for them as she could, for many more years. Her talents and knowledge continued to come into use for the boys and the father, alike. When Drinal's Steward finally came for her, many lives had she outlived, yet few knew of her. Quiet and hunched, blind and feeble, she left Norrath with a legacy few would ever realize.