The only available information about the Mask of U'thuchul comes in the form of ancient verses written in the Elder Book of Ta'Anathi: "The Mask of U'thuchul He wore before the sons of arcane, In defense of his realm. Amongst all, he alone was transcendent, Clairvoyant to all of space and time, Finding no power to match his own. Worlds beyond worlds shifted before his eyes, Sending his mind to Always, Everywhere and Forever. Secrets unbeknownst to mortal men, He dreamed while his brethren fell, In defense of their realm. The Mage-King woke in glorious wrath, Taking the battle to the warlocks, Deathmancers from another domain. His spell-brothers that still stood, Joined their sovereign in one last charge, Crying out in primeval vengeance. Primordial wood and stones of magic, Covering the face of one true King, Would now end the invasion. The war has lasted for not a year, Not a decade, or a century, But an era. Godlike spells clashed in the sky, Tree-scented runes versus blood-stenching chants, Nature and life won over oblivion and death. The Mask of U'thuchul He wore before the sons of arcane, And died for his realm."
The Mask of U'thuchul
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The only available information about the Mask of U'thuchul comes in the form of ancient verses written in the Elder Book of Ta'Anathi: "The Mask of U'thuchul He wore before the sons of arcane, In defense of his realm. Amongst all, he alone was transcendent, Clairvoyant to all of space and time, Finding no power to match his own. Worlds beyond worlds shifted before his eyes, Sending his mind to Always, Everywhere and Forever. Secrets unbeknownst to mortal men, He dreamed while his brethren fell, In defense of their realm. The Mage-King woke in glorious wrath, Taking the battle to the warlocks, Deathmancers from another domain. His spell-brothers that still stood, Joined their sovereign in one last charge, Crying out in primeval vengeance. Primordial wood and stones of magic, Covering the face of one true King, Would now end the invasion. The war has lasted for not a year, Not a decade, or a century, But an era. Godlike spells clashed in the sky, Tree-scented runes versus blood-stenching chants, Nature and life won over oblivion and death. The Mask of U'thuchul He wore before the sons of arcane, And died for his realm."