The Assassin looked at the scroll, smiled and put it away. His work was done…
Deep within a strange labyrinth, a book wields the magic of its former master. Illusion becomes reality.
And Cain said “Blood of my Blood, Soul of my Soul, partaketh of the Blood of the mortals, who art like the swine and chattel of the earth.”
Ye Blue Bookes of danjerus andde koruptynge knowlidge, the finalle tombe of Five Great Wizzards.
A very ornate and very old looking spell book. Chock full of spells, most of which are unreadable by any magic user. The ones that can be read, unfortunately, don’t have the affect the mage is looking for.
What happens when, while in the middle of an important fight/Event, the mage that enchanted all your gear suddenly dies? Unless the enchantments outlive their source, you might not either.