Finally, Ignatius went shopping for a spellbook -- waste of money you say? Perhaps -- but it ain't about efficiency...

The spellbook has a polished diamondwood cover.
The title on the cover will be inlaid in exquisite platinum leaf.
The title of the spellbook is: "The Becoming: An Arcanum of Holy Lore and Mysticism".
The spellbook is filled with expensive textured parchment pages.
The pages within the spellbook bear exquisite platinum leaf writing.

* This spellbook will cost 1021875 Kronars *

You timidly place 37500 Kronars into the shadowling's tiny outstretched paw. It greedily clutches the pile of coins and counts them rapidly. With an approving nod it trots over and takes your diamondwood spellbook from you, adding a painting of a great emerald-green dragon roaring spouts of crimson flame to it deftly and swiftly. It shoves the spellbook back into your hands and grins widely before disappearing in a puff of silver smoke.

You timidly place 312500 Kronars into the shadowling's tiny outstretched paw. It greedily clutches the pile of coins and counts them rapidly. With an approving nod it trots over and takes your diamondwood spellbook from you, adding a thick leaf entitled: "The Immortals" to it deftly and swiftly. It shoves the spellbook back into your hands and grins widely before disappearing in a puff of silver smoke.
>buy supple leaf
An irate shadowling flutters into view, landing at your feet. It gazes up expectantly, tapping its furry little foot with impatience.

You timidly place 312500 Kronars into the shadowling's tiny outstretched paw. It greedily clutches the pile of coins and counts them rapidly. With an approving nod it trots over and takes your diamondwood spellbook from you, adding a supple leaf entitled: "Writing Pad" to it deftly and swiftly. It shoves the spellbook back into your hands and grins widely before disappearing in a puff of silver smoke.
>buy thin leaf
An irate shadowling flutters into view, landing at your feet. It gazes up expectantly, tapping its furry little foot with impatience.

You timidly place 18750 Kronars into the shadowling's tiny outstretched paw. It greedily clutches the pile of coins and counts them rapidly. With an approving nod it trots over and takes your diamondwood spellbook from you, adding a thin leaf entitled: "Healing Reagents" to it deftly and swiftly. It shoves the spellbook back into your hands and grins widely before disappearing in a puff of silver smoke.

You timidly place 81250 Kronars into the shadowling's tiny outstretched paw. It greedily clutches the pile of coins and counts them rapidly. With an approving nod it scuttles over to pick up a platinum dragon's claw socket, handing it to you. With a gleeful screech, the shadowling launches into the air and disappears in a puff of silvery smoke.

You timidly place 125000 Kronars into the shadowling's tiny outstretched paw. It greedily clutches the pile of coins and counts them rapidly. With an approving nod it scuttles over to pick up a flame red kuldaez crystal, handing it to you. With a gleeful screech, the shadowling launches into the air and disappears in a puff of silvery smoke.


You timidly place 6250 Kronars into the shadowling's tiny outstretched paw. It greedily clutches the pile of coins and counts them rapidly. With an approving nod it scuttles over to pick up a pitch black ink bottle, handing it to you. With a gleeful screech, the shadowling launches into the air and disappears in a puff of silvery smoke.

You timidly place 167887 Kronars into the shadowling's tiny outstretched paw. It greedily clutches the pile of coins and counts them rapidly. With an approving nod it scuttles over to pick up a burnished platinum-tipped stylus inset with a ring of dark star rubies, handing it to you. With a gleeful screech, the shadowling launches into the air and disappears in a puff of silvery smoke.

You timidly place 1000 Kronars into the shadowling's tiny outstretched paw. It greedily clutches the pile of coins and counts them rapidly. With an approving nod it scuttles over to pick up a large rubber eraser, handing it to you. With a gleeful screech, the shadowling launches into the air and disappears in a puff of silvery smoke.

You timidly place 322925 Kronars into the shadowling's tiny outstretched paw. It greedily clutches the pile of coins and counts them rapidly. With an approving nod it scuttles over to pick up a ruby-eyed platinum dragon bloodlock, handing it to you. With a gleeful screech, the shadowling launches into the air and disappears in a puff of silvery smoke.



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Adzul the Cleric
Linus the Empath
Ignatius the Cleric
Ocatvius the Trader

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