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AABN:  48399
Title: Radagath's private diary

The final journal entry is dated for quite some time ago...
18 Magnodar, 433 RD

The council meeting today was definitely more eventful than usual. After
the customary quorum call, even though we all knew who we were, Noou placed
a very interesting prospect in front of us, that we quit drinking our
eternal youth potions every seventy years. Our next scheduled time to take
the drink of youth was approaching in only a year. I remember watching
Kami, who was generally the hardest, most solid member of the council, just
staring blankly into space, and I felt similar.

To end of lives? What was he thinking? We have seamlessly taken the place
of our masters, true mages from a forgotten age, and Noou wanted to throw
that away. I was outraged. The anger was so encompassing that I felt flames
erupt under my chair, and quickly extinguished them.

He said that it was not right that we continue to rule the city of Ruthien
indefinitely, that the city's evolution was stagnating under our council. I
was so incensed that I did not hear the rest of his speech. But after his
voice went silent, Denevash and I walked up to him and drove him
unconscious with a glorious barrage of fire and lightning spells that he
simply could not fully resist.

We carried him away to the forest, to a place where he would be able to
live out the last year of his life in relative comfort, with plenty of
animals that he could drain to sustain himself until the time of his death.
And that is how our council went from a council of six to one of five. We
continued the discussion from two weeks ago about the new magical well that
we would create in the center plaza.

In addition, I have a promising candidate that I would like to elevate to
the status of high mage, however, since I do not know long Noou will endure
nor do I wish to replace him outright, I believe that I can construct a
believable narrative to accept this candidate as a reformed Vascaranth. 
This way our council can be six once again, although to the peasant it will
always be seven henceforth.  I shall propose this idea in our next meeting.