I have secured lodging in a House Indoril estate on the island of Gorne. And, while the island already houses an asylum for maddened wizards, the masters of the house have assured me complete and total privacy as I conduct my research. The irony is not lost on me, but I hope that this will be the change of pace that I need.
It pains me to admit that I have struggled to follow up on the discoveries of my youth. I made quite the name for myself as a young portal master on the forefront of magical research, but now—
Nevertheless, I feel that a breakthrough is on the horizon. Already I’ve reshaped the manor’s rotunda into a magical focus. By placing arcane foci around the room I have successfully created a conduit at the island’s center. From here I should be able to delve deeper into my portal magic research than I have before. And, with some luck, I’ll finally be able to show up the young Dreynis whose shadow I still find myself under.
I refuse to put his name to paper. No matter the size of his gift, to include his name in any of my research would certainly condemn the entirety of it to the ramblings of a madman. But still.
The prism is as confounding as it is beautiful. My benefactor calls it the Prism of Moribund Sapience. I’ve found no record of it in my personal library and thus far inquiries to the libraries of Necrom have been fruitless. Though I dare not press the subject too firmly.
In trying to determine its structure, I lifted the prism toward the light of the sun. It was then that I saw its true beauty. The prism acts as a filter. A lens through which I can cut away the mundane and recognizable and reveal the unknown. The viscera and sinews of the magics that hold our plane together.
I believe this is just a fraction of what the prism offers. But first, tea. I could go for a nice cup of honeyberry tea or, ooh! Puckermint!
My dear benefactor saw fit to liven up Gorne with a cadre of Daedra and I dare say he was right to do so. I didn’t realize how boring it was being tucked away all this time thumbing through dusty old books. Portal refraction this, dynamic planes walking that. Boring!
I can’t imagine what House Indoril would think if they saw the manor in the state it’s in, but that’s not my problem! I’m too busy chatting it up with my good friend Prismy. Prisma? Prisim? I’ll have to remember to ask the dear thing for its name.
Seems like only yesterday we first shared a pot of tea and since then, well, I’m not one to brag, but I dare say it has magnified my abilities tenfold. I can portal myself around the island with a flick of my wrist without even breaking a sweat.
With every summit crested I find myself at the base of yet another breakthrough. I may have come here in hopes of publishing, but now I can’t imagine ever revealing my precious prism to those stuffy mages. All of its secrets will be mine.
