In CY 8841 Fedairin the Page-Walker was a Kaaldian chief that walked a strange path. He was a war-wizard and sought ancient tomes from the old days in the ruins of Dundaria. He sought knowledge to defeat the winter host. He was considered odd. It was said he had amassed many books, and a few powerful tomes. It was discovered he was using forbidden knowledge, and he voluntarily froze to death in a northlander ritual.
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In CY 8841 Fedairin the Page-Walker was a Kaaldian chief that walked a strange path. He was a war-wizard and sought ancient tomes from the old days in the ruins of Dundaria. He sought knowledge to defeat the winter host. He was considered odd. It was said he had amassed many books, and a few powerful tomes. It was discovered he was using forbidden knowledge, and he voluntarily froze to death in a northlander ritual. His books were burned along with him. and the burned pyre encased in dirt and then snow and ice in a traditional manner.
He had all his powerful tomes in a Satchel of Mog. His three eldest warriors, both in their 70s, allowed themselves the same fate and were bound in a freeland ritual to guard his remains and keep seekers from his grave for a thousand years and then they would pass finally into the land of their final death and the afterlife – such was the fear of the knowledge that was contained.
Specifically the forbidden tome was one of Rastillions Diabolique.
His grave site was found and looted by Bittermaw.
The Page-Walker discovered his tome of power and Satchel of Mog in the collapsed grave of Dane Vistler. The story of its discovery and collection is known only to the spirits of his grave guardians, and recorded by Bittermaw in his own journals.
The knowledge of the tome was to be “kept from the living”; Bittermaw was not alive and managed to find a means of gaining access to it, granting the guardians a body (they became grave-wights) so that they could follow him and ensure the law of never letting the living touch it, was always obeyed.