Book In King Gogoth's Study

The thick book sits on the desk, open to a hand-written 
page. It reads:

Tonight I will at last invoke the Great Conjuration.  Father Ksathan
continues his attempts to dissuade me, may the devils curse his false piety. 
I believe I will have his tongue cut out, and force him to witness my final
steps into the Powers of Immortality.  Nothing can go wrong!  Have I not
learned the secrets of the Demon Lord Xiganath?  Have I not discerned the
cause of Iopasi's ancient failure in the greater rituals?

This very day, I have called the Handmaidens. I ground the bones
of several city urchins with mortar and pestle, and inscribed the Tetragon.
For fuel, I used the corpse of Sir Alre, an itinerant spirit templar who took
too much of an interest in the special religious services I held in the chapel.

My wife blanched when I cut the heart out of our daughter Bhara. Her
blood mingled with the salt on the floor, again the Tetragon, this time
in preparation for the Tree. How could Wythea object when the fruit
it will bear will let us taste of life undying? Is not any price worth it?
Has she not read?

It is written in the Dark Tome, "And he who may successfully conjure the
Last of these Conjurations, shall never lie in the grave, and the power of the
Death God will run through him."  Such exultation to know that it is I this
prophet spoke of!  I go now to make ready my final preparations.  When
next I sit at this desk, deathless will I be.  

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