The Simbul's Gift of Life
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The Simbul gazed at the city of Bezantur through her Diving Pool. ‘What a hive of scum and villainy’, she thought. And yet, perhaps it would be the turning point for the history of Thay as the focal point for one of the most powerful spells ever created.

She prayed her informants were right and Szass Tam truly was in the city, despite his bitter rival -Aznar Thrul- controlling the Tharch and city itself. If all went to plan, her powerful magic would strip him of his undeath and, under the weight of all his years, his mortal body would simply turn to dust.

Her thoughts strayed briefly once more to the power of the spell she was about to cast. The level of magic was of a type that could only target the truly powerful of the undead, bypassing the lesser zombies, skeletons, wraiths, and others that haunted the city tombs. She shook her head grimly as she thought of all the good she could do by wiping out the lesser undead as well, but the most important aspect was to use its power to destroy the lich.

The Simbul raised her hands and began her spell, murmuring ancient Draconian and utilizing a variety of priceless gems and irreplaceable materials. Hours later, her spell finished and she exhausted, she gazed once more into the Diving Pool and watched an invisible force enveloped the city of Bezantur.

Through the streets it rolled, underdeath doors, through windows, down into the sewers, and into the crypts as well. She strained for her connection to the force as it sought out the powerful lich. Suddenly the presence of one lich triggered the magic and in a momentary flash of light, its undeath was removed. She knew though - it was not Tam. As the magic sustaining its long dead body dissipated, its mortal remains crumbled to dust. The magic found another lich, deep within the City Tombs - but no Szass Tam.

The magic continued its search, to no avail destroying on more lich in the process. Szass Tam was not in the city! Her informants had been deceived.

She began to feel her spell dissipating. A wave of sadness swept over her, and then, gritting her teeth, her resolve firmed. ‘At the very least, I can rid this world of some of the most dangerous undead abominations!’.
Her magic, now permeating everything in Bezantur, turned to the next most powerful undead it found. Mummies and Vampires had their undeath ripped from them and those of untold years of age crumbled to dust. But the few with bodies young enough to survive the curse of undeath being ripped from them found they once again were once again taking breath - and feeling pain.

The few who survived the return from undeath either cursed the magic of the Simbul, embraced their redemption with words of praise to the gods, or desperately sought a way to return to their previous undeath.

All current PC Vampires will soon be cured of their undeath thanks to the IC actions of the Simbul of Aglarond. Current PC vampires are ‘young’ enough that, while their undeath has been removed, their mortal bodies are still capable of sustaining them, so they are still alive - albeit with white skin and in generally poor health.

The PC Vampirism feature will be re-enabled at a later time, once the various problems associated with it have been addressed and it has been more thoroughly tested and balanced outside of the live PW setting.
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A figure emerges from the doors of the Temple - a figure all in black, a woman. She steps into the streets, hesitantly, blinking at the noon sun... a sun so bright the expression on her face is concealed.
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upon hearing a rumor that Vampires have been returned to life,.. and many crumbling to dust and ash under their many "UNWARRANTED" years of unlife, Adrian smirks, "The Silent Lord may yet still claim the souls of those who have forsaken their rights to death, rejoice!"

feeling a sense of personal gratification, his long work and toils in the tombs to put to rest the undead, has not gone unnoticed. Adrian feels he is responsible for Jergal sending this Simbul to Thay.

All things indeed end,.. Life, undeath,... and eventually even Death itself will be undone.

Adrian smiles and continues to meditate praising his lord and himself.


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