In the city of shadows and mystic arts,
Where haunted rocks cause lands to part,
Eurice, of Al'Jafri's accomplished name,
Sought for discovery - to claim her fame.

To Siorraidh's depths, she traveled alone,
Seeking Aldars secrets - as Mythos had shown
For Eurice believed, in year seven-eight-eight,
The Psion's arts would open a gate.

For beneath Hashan, a star did sleep;
With Proteus power inside its keep.
To unlock a secret, long since hidden -
Substantiation and Emulation - Her mortal ambition.

But this tale is one of tragedy -
Of mistakes of pawns in the play of divinity.
Where higher beings pulled the strings -
A gambit, and the end it brings.

Her First Mistake: A tale of pleas -
She faced an Aldar with ease.
With a name such history abhors -
Han-Silnar, the Pawn, in ancient lores.

"I seek your teachings," she did declare.
A psionic message left in the air -
Perhaps eternity, can be shared?
Little did she know, her fate ensnared

The Pawn complied, "Pass ancient trial, and we shall see-
Maybe then, you will fulfil prophecy -
With trials faced and knowing secrets past,
But heed my words, or they'll be your last."

Eurice, with her heart so bold-
Chose the path against the scrolls of old.
A dangerous mentor of knowledge vast,
She seized the moment - her fate was cast.

Her Second Mistake: A tale of lies -
In Eurice's quest as her diary cries -
Brought Divine warnings, both stern and dire,
Yet she pressed on, fuelled by fierce desire.

In the City Forever, there are secrets deep,-
Within the Caves of Sorrow where echoes weep
And in that madness - maybe it can be found-
The eternity to which weve been bound

As Han-Silnar's secrets were unfurled,
She felt the weight of his woeful world.
A gift of insight to her was bestowed,
As she returned to prime - divine warnings flowed-

The Jade Empress spoke, with imperial air,
"Cease your quest," was her austere declare.
Han-Silnar's wish, is a death to embrace,
A path of ruin - a deadly chase.

The Dark Father, in shadows veiled,
Warned of his resentment and condemned fate,
Yet Darknesss words, left a haunting call:
But no crime should bear an eternal fall."

Yet, Eurice followed Han-Silnars command.
"Convince your Elders, our business has been banned.
With a lie so small, for knowledge's sake,
A second mistake Eurice did make.

Her Third Mistake - the gravest; bred confusion-
Fulfil Caymus' prophecy - her own grand illusion.
To Hashan she returned, secret closely kept,
In silence, her sanity wept.

In her confines, Aldar visions began to unfold,
Hallucinations broke into her mind's stronghold.
As she dazed, reality's fabric twisted,
And through the tear, to a new space she shifted.

Within the chamber, her eyes embraced
In an artefact formed, with fiery trace.
A Gauntlet of power, glyphs entwined,
Ancient craft by Aldar design.

"Take what is yours," spoke Han-Silnars voice,
Eurice obeyed - happy with the choice.
Use it to raise the mace from Shallam's deep,
Held by Dawn Illoriel now in Obelisks keep

With the hammer raised, Eurice's fate was clear,
Han-Silnar's eternity, now shared, drew near.
A pawn she too became in a scheme so precise,
To fulfill a prophecy as Caymus advised.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Lupar, in the year 940 AF.