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A book found in the [[Tarot Dungeon]] contained the full text of Ikulu's List as follows:

   (Book with copious illustrations, Greek)
   
   From the round earthâ€™s imagined corners the roguish boy king brought me what 
   I needed, the remnants of animalsâ€”plucked from them while they yet lived, 
   for the remnants of a dead creature have no power.
   
   Hair from the mane of a unicorn. This may be a gift freely given, for the 
   pure of heart have nothing to fear from a unicorn. It took me many tries to 
   wrest by force these hairs away. The unicorn represents goodness and purity 
   and all that is best among the forces of the earth. Alone among all these 
   remnants, the unicornâ€™s I acquired myself.
   
   Scales from a naga, a beast that can be found in India in the famous City of 
   Snakes. For the naga hath the face of a woman and the body of a snake. The 
   naga represents the formlessness of the sea, the undulations of the waves 
   encroaching on the land, for naga know not water. The snake and the woman 
   joined together are a metaphor for the enemy, and the scale is her armor, 
   which our spear must pierce. It is strange to write this.
   
   The skin of an amphisbaena, the most poisonous of all snakes. Although in form
   it epitomizes the enemy, a snake, multi-headed, and may be assumed to be
   associated with water, its bite desiccates and turns the victim, agonizing in
   thirst, into dust in a matter of minutes. Behold, too, how it cleaves the pure
   air in its flight. Such is the paradox of the amphisbaena.
   
   The feather of the marvelous phoenix, and the eggshell from a roc, the 
   largest of all birds, which is so large that it cannot attend the Parliament 
   of Fowls, one of only three birds not to go, for even the flightless ostrich 
   and other birds are brought there, when chicks or very small, by their 
   flying kin. Only the roc, the phoenix, and the king of the king of the 
   birds, the Smiargl, do not go, one because he is too large, one because he 
   is so frequently dead, and the last because it is beneath him. The mystery 
   of exclusion gives the remnants of the roc and the phoenix great power. The 
   roc is of great size, but may be contained in an egg as an oak in an acorn, 
   and the phoenix is immortal, but sheds its feathers as any bird does, and 
   there is power in this contradiction. I once had a cage that could have held 
   the phoenix, but no one was able to catch it for me. I lost the cage anyway.
   
   Stretchy membrane from the wing of that beast that is part lion and part 
   dragon. The vulgar call it a â€œgryphon,â€ but in truth the griffon is an 
   animal that is part lion and part eagle, and can grow to prodigious size, 
   that liveth near my homeland. The lion and the dragon are the two signs of 
   power; furthermore, the dragon is a form of the water serpent, while the 
   lion is king of the beasts on land, and acknowledgeth no master save his own 
   kings (the sabu of Libya, and of course the King of the Cats). They have 
   come together in a beast of violence and contradiction.
   
   Tooth from a Cynocephalus. The teeth of a Cynocephalus have long been lucky 
   totems; some have claimed that the universe was created by a man with the 
   head of a dog. This is ludicrous, but it points to the antiquity and power 
   of the tradition. In the East, such teeth are venerated as objects of great 
   power. These teeth therefore represent creation; they come from the mouth 
   because, just as weasels give birth from the mouth, so do humans bring forth 
   from the mouth a wondrous variety of sounds, while in the ocean deeps all is 
   silence. They are found only in the deeps of Abyssinia, in the great trading 
   kingdoms around the City of Silence.
   
   A paw from a rukh of the rakshasas, a powerful race of shapeshifters living 
   in distant India. The rakshasa represents enmity and strife, everything that 
   is vile and horrific and ever-changing about the beats of the land. And yet 
   they would not exterminate mankind. There is power in this trade-off, in 
   this enemy that seeks subjugation and not destruction. Our true enemyâ€”the 
   People of the Seaâ€”seeks only destruction.
   
   The eye of the dragon turtle, creature of steamâ€”where water and air meet 
   in fireâ€”, and, as a turtle, a creature of both the land and the sea, like 
   the victorious frogs in the allegorical Batrachomyomachia. And the eye is 
   the very image of multiplicity, full as it of more species than nature 
   itself. Every time the dragon turtle surfaces, the land is founded, and 
   every time it dives the land is destroyed, a miniature cycle 
   recapitulating our past and our future; unless we are very skilled or very 
   lucky or I am very wrong. This eye was, of all things, the hardest to procure.
   
   These remnants must be treated as described in my Book of Moons, named for 
   the days of old, when the enemy ruled the earth and two moons stood in the 
   sky. The Book of Moons I have hidden safely in Psoikanthe. The remnants 
   Nature has hidden batter than I ever could.
   
   Better than I ever couldâ€”almost. For once I hid something better.

A partial list found earlier on a ripped sheet:

          From Ikkulu is writt
     nine are the items requ
     skin of amphisbaen
     of a pheonix, eggshell
     roc, paw of rakshas
     rukh, hair off a uni
     scales from a naga, tee
     cynocephalus, eye of
     turtle, and membrane
     wing, before Drelzna
     octopuses defeated.

Obviously, all those unfinished sentences and half-completed words are located on the other half of the sheet.

There was another note that was copied out of a book found in the [[Duchess Anna Ivanovna]]'s library that illuminated us on a few things:

     (Beginning of Page)
     ...exploits cannot be trusted. The chronicler claims she
     had visited the nine perilous cities, viz. City of Night,
     City of Snakes, City of Fire, City of Silence, City of
     Children, City of Dreams, City of Webs, City of Blood,
     and City of Pain; but the cities are scattered over such
     an expanse of the world that no one could possibly
     have visited all nine of them. More likely, the
     chronicler was just enamored of lists, such as his list of
     items needed to wake Baba Iakulu's daughter,
     fanciful items such as the hair of a unicorn, the
     membrane from the wings of a gryphon, eggshell of a
     roc, etc. In all probability Baba Iakulu is a confusion
     of the real historical personage Baba Iaga, whom the
     chronicler claims his subject knew, and who is more
     famous and better attested. Nevertheless, it is beyond
     dispute that she or someone like her traveled to India
     and brought back with the sages the worship of several
     hideous gods that possessed numerous heads or faces,
     such as Sventovit, and that certain people embraced
     their worship, forgetting their native gods...
     (End of Page)

We now know that, in order to save the world, we need to find:

* Skin of the [[Amphisbaen]]
* Feather from a [[Phoenix]] DONE!!!
* Eggshell from a [[Roc]] egg
* A paw from a [[Rakshasa]] [[Rukh]] DONE!!(allegedly)
* A hair from a [[Unicorn]]  DONE!!!
* Scales from a [[Naga]] DONE!!!
* Teeth from a [[Cynocephalus]]  DONE!!!
* An eye from a [[Shield Turtle]]
* Stretchy membrane from a lion/dragon (not [[Gryphon]]) wing  DONE!!!


Finally, a note on the cities: they are same in number to the items on the shopping list required to save the world. These cities, obviously, should also be researched:

* [[City of Night]]
* [[City of Snakes]] 
* [[City of Fire]]  HACKED
* [[City of Silence]] HACKED
* [[City of Children]]
* [[City of Dreams]]
* [[City of Webs]]
* [[City of Blood]]
* [[City of Pain]] HACKED