This large (10lbs, 1”x3”) tome is consists of ancient leather pages bound by beaten brass pages, verdigrised with age. The cover is embossed with arcane symbology and overlayed with a wax sigil denoting that it was most recently in the possession of the High Priestess of Demeter, Mother Patria.

Within, the book is written in an ancient archaich font, heavily illustrated with diagrams and scenes of many worlds. No doubt a translation of this book would yield many secrets.

Sheaved within this book is a page of parchment upon which is written a verse:

Song of the Necromancer

I will repeat a subtle rune— And thronging suns of Otherwhere Shall blaze upon the blinded air, And spectres terrible and fair Shall wake the riven world at noon.

The star that was mine empery In dust upon unwinnowed skies: But primal dreams have made me wise, And soon the shattered years shall rise To my remembered sorcery.

To mantic mutterings, brief and low, My palaces shall lift amain, My bowers bloom; I will regain The lips whereon my lips have lain In rose-red twilights long ago.

Before my murmured exorcism The world, a wispy wraith, shall flee: A stranger earth, a weirder sea, People with shapes of Fäery, Shall swell upon the waste abysm.

The pantheons of darkened stars Shall file athwart the crocus dawn; Goddess and Gorgon, Lar and faun, Shall tread the amaranthine lawn, And giants fight their thunderous wars.

Like graven mountains of basalt, Dark idols of my demons there Shall tower through bright zones of air, Fronting the sun with level stare; And hell shall pave my deepest vault.

Phantom and fiend and sorceror Shall serve me…till my term shall pass, And I become no more, alas, Than a frail shadow on the glass Before some latter conjurer.