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"0": "When he read Volo's notes (a confused cluster of speculatives surrounding little more than a correct name and gender) Elminster nodded, summoned a quill and fresh parchment from some handy otherwhere, and started writing. \nVolo's sketchy notes came as no surprise to the Old Mage, because very few folk alive in Faerûn have even heard of Miirym. Though this statement has become a trite truism overused by taletellers describing dragons, the reason for her obscurity is indeed that \"most who encounter her don't live to speak of it later.\" \nLong, long ago, Miirym was a silver dragon who dwelt near Candlekeep. In her playful hunting, she devoured several scholars and destroyed a score or so irreplaceable books on their way to the abbey, so a mage attached to the abbey bound her to service: She was to defend the monks, buildings, and books of the abbey for some twenty years. \nUnfortunately for Miirym, the spellcaster was the archsorcerer Torth, whose spells were so mighty that when he died -- fifteen years along in Miirym's sentence of twenty -- no one could break the bindings. The monks apologetically wrote up a tome describing the situation and all that was known of Torth's spells, then set a copy of it in a crypt beneath the keep, in a casket with the sorcerer's bones and staff. \nMiirym was a captive in servitude. Though she kept to the letter of her bond, her attacks on transgressors became savage. This is how Candlekeep acquired its reputation of utter impregnability and that to attempt to steal from it or slip into it unnoticed was futile. \nEventually worn out by advanced age and the attacks of foolish would-be intruders -- notably several bands of Calishite wizards, who planned and then tried to carry out elaborate spell attacks on Candlekeep in the Year of the Shieldtree (1181 DR) and the Year of the Tomb (1182 DR) -- Miirym \"died.\" That is, her body rotted and fell apart, losing flesh before bones, and then bone after bone crumbled away to dust, while the spells that bound her animated her still, keeping her sentient . . . if not entirely sane. \nWhen all that remained of the Sentinel Wyrm was a malevolent but diligent invisible guardian force, the monks of Candlekeep, fearing for the safety of legitimate visitors to the abbey, hired mages to destroy their strange guardian. \nEven these wizards could not prevail against Torth's cunningly woven spells (so linked that the destruction of one serves to strengthen the next, and spawn an eventual regeneration of all destroyed magics), and succeeded only in \"driving down\" Miirym to a radius of perhaps a quarter of a mile from the remains of Torth. A sacrificial band of monks undertook to carry the archsorcerer's casket deeper into the cellars and natural (volcanic) passages beneath them. Where the last of this band fell, Torth's casket rests, at the heart of a labyrinthine complex of caverns and passages beneath Candlekeep -- and Miirym still lurks there, under the keep, defending it very effectively against intrusion from below. \nAccording to Elminster, Miirym exists today as a pair of spectral jaws that can cast dimension door at will. She still has a vicious bite, her spells, and the ability to use many breath weapons. Miirym defends Candlekeep diligently, but she'd rather talk than fight, and she will trade tales for information about current events in Faerûn. She is very lonely and secretly dreams of regaining her body and flying high and free over all of Toril. Adventurers seeking to seduce her aid or favor by promising such things are warned that it has been tried several times before, and so bitter were Miirym's disappointments that she is cynical about any promises to aid her in her dream -- though she never tires of talking about it. ",
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