(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

It was a rather unassuming book held closed by a tiny brass lock. In a shop
where shrunken heads, cat knuckles and aphrodisiacs brewed from gorgon
musk were the norm, the plainness of the book really stood out.
"That," cooed Vrischika, "is the Codex of the Inconceivable. I'll only say that
it's just... just... well, I can not explain it. Mere words simply won't suffice!
You can own it yourself for a mere one thousand copper commons... and
believe me: it is well worth it."
I nodded, but my attention was already shifting to a small, metal replica of a
cube-like creature with huge eyes on one of its faces. The toy had two legs,
two arms, two folding wings, and at least eighteen points of articulation.
Vrishika smiled as I picked it up. "And that... is collector's item, perhaps, or a
piece of artwork. Who knows? But I like it. If you do buy it, ask around...
someone might know more about it than I. You can have it for only fifteen
hundred copper coins."
"I'll take both."
We left quickly, before Vrischika could complain about Fall-From-Grace's
"ta'nari stench."
I flipped through the tome as we made our way down to the street again.
What first looked to be a rather unassuming book held closed by a tiny brass
lock was, in actuality, bound in strange leathers and enchanted bronze. It
was labeled simply: 'The Codex of the Inconceivable.'
I opened it... and began to read!
My jaw dropped at the tome's contents. I stood there, spellbound,
devouring every word, each more riveting and amazing than the last. My
eyes could barely move fast enough to keep up with my fingers, eager to flip
to the next page. Its contents were simply too much to be described - mere
words would be powerless to explain the wonders the Codex held.
"That was... that... I..."
Morte bobbed up next to me, "What? What? What was in it, chief?"
"Nothing that concerns you, Morte," I muttered dumbly.
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