The Story of the Goldthane ar'Kirra
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_During your travels, you've come upon an elven crypt, hidden in the wilderness. A creature of no small malevolence has claimed it as its home…until you and yours drove it out, to the relief of the spirits left uneasy.
In gratitude, they led you to a small cache of items kept in one of the tombs, alongside the body of an elf long dead. Nothing left now but the bone and cloth scraps of the one proud Tel Quessir. You find a number of mystical artifacts, some very powerful, and as the others turn to leave...you catch in the corner of your eye a gleam. Turning back, you notice a black stone affixed to the forehead of the elf...but you swear that wasn't there before.
The urge to take it is overwhelming, and you do so, without even a word to the others. And from the moment you touch it, your life is never the same.
Images flood your mind...fantastic images of far away lands and even other worlds. And power too...so much power. You can practically taste the spells kept in the stone, but before you can even realize this, a voice echoes in your head.
"Goldthane Tel'kirra activating...host synchronization rate 79%...initiating command sequence."
"If you are hearing this, then it would appear you have found my lore gem, either from my own body, one of my descendent's, or someone else in possession of it. Kindly touch the gem to your forehead and continue on with your business. No, you do not have a choice. We will speak more when you rest. It is not my desire to hinder you, however you will not speak on the matter."
You do indeed resist for a time, until your friends grow worried and ask you what is wrong...which is enough to break you concentration and your hand, of its own volition, slips the gem up to your forehead. You continue on after them, and curiously they never mention the stone, nor are you able to ask them about it._
