Tavellers do occasionally talk of a misshapen giant stalking through forests and fields at dusk, but thus far no one has been able to say for certain what had happened to Alvano’s ambition creation and, indeed, if he had succeeded in giving it a soul or if this is merely another Undead animated by the power of magic.REM - This grabs and parses the directory in which this CMD file exists. From that day, the creature had barely been seen. It did grievously wound several guards that tried to bar its passage, then burst out into the wilderness outside. The hulking monster did cause panic among any who crossed its path, albeit few dared to walk the city in heavy storm, and none of them were fools enough to approach a raging monstrosity that rampaged towards the nearest gates. Terrified townsfolk speak of horrid massacres and blood running in rivers, though those are nothing but tall tales. In a moment of trauma and shock, the monster struck out wildly and flung its creator off the raised dais where the ritual was taking place, killing him instantly then stumbling out into the streets.
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Finally, with a howl full of pain and misery, the creature lurched forth and broke the enchanted chains keeping it in place. Arcs of electricity struck out from the bound vessel, glowing brightly as Alvano poured his own magic into the same focus gem. He started the ritual at the height of a raging storm, positioning the artificial body in one of the highest towers of the city, chanting passages from ancient grimoires and directing the stolen power of lightning that struck the tower’s spire. By sewing together pieces of flesh that, in Alvano’s mind, resonated the most with the “imprints” of the soul and placing a precious magical gem in place of the heart, he sought to craft a vessel capable of withstanding the massive force of arcane energy that would be required for the soul to burst into being. Eventually, he devised a ritual of his own making. He would spend days and weeks in mortuaries and cemeteries, observing and, when possible, experimenting with the recently passed. Thus Alvano’s morbid obsession with the dead had begun. And that these imprints can be forged together into something new. As bodies resurrected by the necromancers still possessed vestiges of their former skills, he suspected that some form of imprint lingers after the soul’s passing. Though his talents were not enough to make Aether coalesce into a living anima, Alvano reasoned he could take advantage of echoes and shreds. Thus throughout his research Alvano never once questioned his goals or methods. Alas, for all of his genius, he was also obsessive, unable to see the big picture. Affected by the deaths of his parents, Alvano sought to use his affinity for magic and his knowledge to defeat death once and for all. Alvano was an incredibly gifted man, whose intellect allowed him to study in the most prestigious Academy of Arnoc despite his humble origins.
Souls could be manipulated, preserved and bound to a body in the limbo of Undeath, but never conjured into an artificial vessel. Indeed, for all their efforts, no mortal could replicate the creation of a soul that truly animates a living being. A talented young mage by the name of Alvano sought to unravel a mystery that has long mesmerized scholars and wizards alike – the enigma of Creation.
It happened many years ago in the city of Arnoc.
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