The Human-Skin Book truly was this world's enduring horror story.
Hill squeezed his eyes shut. Thank goodness the Undead hadn't sent him the original. William could bear that burden instead!
Then, after steadying himself, he opened the files anyway.
Hill quickly understood why Gruumsh had not cared much about the traces left behind by that warlock tower in Esmeltaran... These records from ten thousand years ago were failures he had left behind as the God of Orcs, not Talos.
Now that even his identity as Talos had been exposed, he cared even less about leaving behind evidence of his evil deeds... It was his pride.
Back then, bearing the pressure of a godslayer, there was probably no one on Faerûn who had dared oppose him, much less in Amn, the heart of the battlefield. And the warlocks he had chosen were all walking the path of evil... Even if they were seized by the Supreme God of Orcs and directly turned into Lesser Imps, no one would save them.
Thus, when they helped him conduct experiments, those warlocks had been exceedingly meticulous and diligent.
At the time, Corellon was licking his wounds and reorganizing the Elven Pantheon. He had no desire whatsoever to concern himself with Toril's affairs, allowing Gruumsh to remain in this world for long enough.
As for Ao... If Talos had not died, he was probably quite pleased that Gruumsh had left him the divinity of ten gods from another world all at once, wasn't he?
But the warlocks were not fools either, so they had preserved the records in full... Everyone knew of the eternal hatred between Gruumsh and the Father of Elves. Unwilling to face the Elves' relentless vengeance, the warlocks had carefully documented everything.
That even included Gruumsh's furious curses when experiments failed, why