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The True and Impossible Adventures of Tenebrux Morrow, Vol. 1
The True and Impossible Adventures of Tenebrux Morrow, Vol. I is a common Book. It's part of a fictional adventure series, and is written by an unknown author.
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The manuscript is eye-catching, if only for its lurid and jarring colour scheme.
Properties
Books
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp
UID
BOOK_GEN_Planes_AdventuresMorrowAstralUUID
f3e33547-67fc-4383-a115-f286df2613bb
Where to find
- Blighted Village, on the floor next to a wrecked carriage. X: 10 Y: 395
Text
[An excerpt from The True and Impossible Adventures of Tenebrux Morrow, a pulp serial following the 'real-life' exploits of an interplanar ship's captain. The real Captain Morrow is known never to have left her native Waterdeep, and emerges from her rooms at the Yawning Portal only to exchange scrawled manuscripts for fresh meals and ink.]
His red dragon thus dispatched, the knight had no choice but to leap for my ship, crashing to the New Bride's deck even as his mount was swallowed by the eerie gloom of the Astral Plane's shifting tides.
Faithful Norls was upon him instantaneously, clawing and biting - alas, in vain. Astral projection thwarts even the fury of a Tabaxi cabin-boy, and the treacherous githyanki only laughed as Norls' formless blows passed harmlessly through him. The knight's silver sword came about in an arc that missed Norls entirely - but neatly clipped the spiritual cord anchoring the Tabaxi's stalwart soul to the plane.
I mourned as my faithful feline companion faded from existence - but did not hesitate. The githyanki only smirked lazily at my charge, anticipating the futile efforts of another bound by the laws of this plane - but that is not and has never been Captain Tenebrux Morrow.
Unlike poor Norls, I had entered this plane in my full-fleshed form; a fact I demonstrated by thumping the warrior solidly between the legs. He tumbled over the New Bride's rail and down into the mists, even as a fresh horde of dragons rose from the distant dead citadel of Tu'narath.