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| controller icon = Book Generic E Unfaded.png | | controller icon = Book Generic E Unfaded.png | ||
| icon = Book Generic E Item Icon.png | | icon = Book Generic E Item Icon.png | ||
| description = '''I Talk to the Bones''' is a book of Bhaalist poems | | description = '''I Talk to the Bones''' is a book of Bhaalist poems presumed to be authored by [[Grimlark]] | ||
| quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink. | | quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink. | ||
| book text = [This is a notebook filled with handwritten poems, most of which seem to be about communing with the murdered dead through contemplation of their corpses. The verse, much of it quite accomplished, is lyrical and elegiac, profoundly insightful and even moving. The final poem is 34 lines in length, ending with the words below.] | | book text = [This is a notebook filled with handwritten poems, most of which seem to be about communing with the murdered dead through contemplation of their corpses. The verse, much of it quite accomplished, is lyrical and elegiac, profoundly insightful and even moving. The final poem is 34 lines in length, ending with the words below.] | ||
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In sacrifice, live ever on. | In sacrifice, live ever on. | ||
| where to find = Can be | | where to find = Can be looted off of [[Grimlark]] in the Bhaal Temple - The Chosen's Room | ||
| type = Books | | type = Books | ||
| rarity = common | | rarity = common | ||
Latest revision as of 02:39, 20 May 2024
I Talk to the Bones is a book of Bhaalist poems presumed to be authored by Grimlark
This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
Properties
Books
Rarity: Common
Weight: 1 kg / 2 lb
Price: 28 gp
Where to find
Can be looted off of Grimlark in the Bhaal Temple - The Chosen's Room
Text
[This is a notebook filled with handwritten poems, most of which seem to be about communing with the murdered dead through contemplation of their corpses. The verse, much of it quite accomplished, is lyrical and elegiac, profoundly insightful and even moving. The final poem is 34 lines in length, ending with the words below.]
Your corpus was killed, your life ephemeral
But your death was fine art, and art is eternal.
Hail, immortal victim, hail
In sacrifice, live ever on.