Quote:When one is so afflicted, they will oft seek refuge in their sanctums. They search for a means to bring order to the chaos, to bring meaning to the meaningless, and to resist the ruination that dogs their heels.

Tomes are poured over, libraries exhausted of their knowledge. Hints of ancient long forgotten spells are read about, and discarded. Tales of religion and primordials cast aside, turned to naught but ashes and embers between outbursts. Unexpectedly, one survives the raging inferno, bringing attention to itself, for anything that can survive the fury of an enraged pyromancer is like to attract their attention.

Blurred ink betrays words long forgotten, lost to history. Between the smudges and smears of a scholar's hand, there are vague instructions on reaching one of the temples of the Phoenix King. A haven for the followers of Imbrix, where rituals and passionate religious sermons were once held.

Curiousity peaked, Jorgan slams the book shut. His objective realized, preparations to travel are made.