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| - History documents the presence of the first ill star to fall after the sundering of Hy-brasil; that it heralded the coming of chaos, the worship of Kadath and the madness of the wisest of men is without question. Yet of perhaps even more historical interest is the nature of that first-recorded ill star, since all but the most arcane of records do not detail the cause of this star, its nature, its span unto the sky or even the means of its detection. More disturbing still is the fact that, while history records this first ill star, it records none of significance thereafter, causing the historian to wonder if, indeed, there have been other ill stars since then -- or if the lore of their detection has been entirely lost to today's Aisling.
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| - History documents the presence of the first ill star to fall after the sundering of Hy-brasil; that it heralded the coming of chaos, the worship of Kadath and the madness of the wisest of men is without question. Yet of perhaps even more historical interest is the nature of that first-recorded ill star, since all but the most arcane of records do not detail the cause of this star, its nature, its span unto the sky or even the means of its detection. More disturbing still is the fact that, while history records this first ill star, it records none of significance thereafter, causing the historian to wonder if, indeed, there have been other ill stars since then -- or if the lore of their detection has been entirely lost to today's Aisling. Research on the topic is difficult, since the Fey histories are strangely silent about this phenomenon, the keepers of dark lore are notoriously unhelpful when it comes to sharing such lore, and the public records of the day are more concerned with the politics and, thereafter, the wars that followed the falling of this infamous 'ill star' than they are with the star itself. My research, in fact, was entirely halted until I made what I thought was a lucky acquaintance in a pub in Piet: an old dark magician who called himself Crab, who had a taste for good wine, and whose desire for secrecy waned with every bottle. Though it beggared me, I wormed part of the story from out his withered lips, and as it was late I was able to convince him to take me to his home to view the proofs of which he spoke. Given the nature of my interview and the fact that I have never again been able to find this dark magician or his home, some may call into question the source of my information. Others may even question the motives of the magician who shared his ancient lore with me, especially due to the nature of some of the revelations that follow. Be that as it may, I have viewed these dark histories -- at no small cost to my soul -- and I believe them to be true. Here, then, are the facts as presented to me by that stooped, drunken magician and his unholy tomes. Intrepid Aisling, read on, but know that knowledge ever colors perception, and that which is learned cannot be unlearned.
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