Epitaph of Carrion

The Epitaph of Carrion is a journal written by the Tiefling Necromancer known as Carrion. This jet black leather journal is written in an archaic calligraphy upon dirtied pages and clasped with silverwork. On the front is engraved leatherwork depicting a demonic monstrosity. The book is heavily leafed through and in a deteriorated condition.

Research
Completed by Raisuboi

''[...the work continues, though slowly. The methodology in creating servants of the grave with sentiency is a feat beyond, perhaps, my own power. But I shall not be dissuaded, too much relies upon success. My family would would surely reject me if I were unable to serve my purpose to the cause. Even if they they do not explicitly ask for this, I know that word of such creatures being created would only impress upon them...]''

''[...a suitable candidate is needed. Juvenile, but not a child. I would not wish such harm upon a babe, but a one young and still growing, their minds still likes sponges that grow with knowledge and capable of further learning upon their transformation, they would be perfect. But I must find one who is deserving, one who none shall miss...]''

''[...I think I have found him. My familiar frequents the local tavern, and through its eyes I have gazed upon one with such arrogance, such narcissism. He would have spotted me if his focus was not so enthralled by his own reflection. If his tongue is not whispering in the ears of maidens, it is tied in thought as he revels in admiration in the mirror. The locals speak of the young man with nothing but disdain, bedding their daughters and wives, tearing families apart...]''

''[...my family will be so proud. This boy had incarnum running through his veins, though dormant and unrealised. The most perfect coincidence of fate, to find such a being that served their purpose with such beauty. The only shame is he still remains obsessed with his reflection, though not with glee but sorrow...]''

''[...the bones grows bolder, as does his strength. I have caught him stealing away in the sewers with the manual, he seems to make some sense of it all. The very arrogance that aided his survival through the ritual has not diminished. Last night I awoke to him staring down at me. I fear he seeks revenge. I will have to dispose of him before it is too late, or I will never visit my family in Nel Kuldohr in the Summer...]''