- See also: The Awiergan Scrolls: First Aspect
Codex text
(The first scroll is marked with a Chasind chieftain's sigil.)
Mine dottir was taken by the caster, and mine legion met him. She was pried from his blood-scrawls, but some horror did inhabit him instead. Mine legion could not contain, and I ask for a seal, whatever the faith. Price be paid, Scholar.
(The second scroll is vellum with archaic script and phrasing, but the red ink remains somehow wet.)
Of binding a symptom, no vial can contain you.
One of three, separated in prevention.
Unbound, but caged, I must not follow.
Truth will hold you, for that is what truth does.
(The second scroll ends with a crude map and a handprint in red, the little finger severed at the first knuckle.)
