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Latest revision as of 08:01, 5 May 2024

Wall of the Faithless image

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This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.

Properties

  • Books
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp
  • UID BOOK_GLO_GeneralLoreBook_WallOfTheFaithless
    UUID 517532d1-e1c4-4c89-ae0e-2b191c3e3b5b


Where to find

On a stack of books sitting atop a display case in the Archive of the House of Hope. X: -6537 Y: 2904

Text

At the core of the Fugue Plane's barren ash-gray wasteland stands the City of Judgement with its Crystal Spire jutting above the streets and the influx of souls.


These are godly folk seeing the verdict of those ruling Fugue, their faces hopeful or sullen, their boot heels caked in the mud of peridition. Yet for those who claimed no godly patronage in life, there is only the wall. The wall erected by Myrkul, Lord of Bones, to keep those of insubstantial faith from any possible form of peace. See it gored and clawed-at by the desperate, clung with fingernails, flecked with smashed skulls.


How Myrkul enjoys his petty torments.