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| description = '''Dead Druid's Journal''' contains notes on the [[shadow curse]]. | |||
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| book text = [A handwritten journal, abandoned for some fifty years. It details a druid's attempt to learn more about the shadow curse. The entries grow shorter and more sporadic as time passes:] | | book text = [A handwritten journal, abandoned for some fifty years. It details a druid's attempt to learn more about the shadow curse. The entries grow shorter and more sporadic as time passes:] | ||
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Made good progress through the mountains. Seeing the curse for the first time filled me with an awe and fear that was difficult to describe. No writing could have prepared me, nor any artist's rendition. As grave as the Archdruid Halsin's warnings were, they were still lacking compared to the reality. I shall make camp soon, and press on in the morning... though in truth, such terms have little meaning in this place. | Made good progress through the mountains. Seeing the curse for the first time filled me with an awe and fear that was difficult to describe. No writing could have prepared me, nor any artist's rendition. As grave as the Archdruid Halsin's warnings were, they were still lacking compared to the reality. I shall make camp soon, and press on in the morning... though in truth, such terms have little meaning in this place. | ||
A dreadful night. The campfire needed thrice the wood that would normally be needed in order to keep it burning. Terrible sounds came to my ears from beyond the firelight. Rest has not restored me. If anything, I feel <i>weaker</i>. But I must persevere. I must trust in Silvanus. I must venture deeper. | A dreadful night. The campfire needed thrice the wood that would normally be needed in order to keep it burning. Terrible sounds came to my ears from beyond the firelight. Rest has not restored me. If anything, I feel <i>weaker</i>. But I must persevere. I must trust in Silvanus. I must venture deeper. | ||
Creatures, from the darkness. Foul things. One grazed me. Only my torch saved me. | Creatures, from the darkness. Foul things. One grazed me. Only my torch saved me. | ||
Deep darkness. Flames are instantly doused. The wound stings. Flesh is turning black with corruption. The shadows are growing stronger. They are <i>spreading</i>. I need to return to light. | Deep darkness. Flames are instantly doused. The wound stings. Flesh is turning black with corruption. The shadows are growing stronger. They are <i>spreading</i>. I need to return to light. | ||
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| weight kg = 0.5 | | weight kg = 0.5 | ||
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| price = 14 | | price = 14 | ||
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| where to find = | | where to find = * {{coords|132|170|Ruined Battlefield}} | ||
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Revision as of 06:03, 16 December 2023
Dead Druid's Journal contains notes on the shadow curse.
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
Where to find
- Ruined BattlefieldX: 132 Y: 170
Text
[A handwritten journal, abandoned for some fifty years. It details a druid's attempt to learn more about the shadow curse. The entries grow shorter and more sporadic as time passes:]
Made good progress through the mountains. Seeing the curse for the first time filled me with an awe and fear that was difficult to describe. No writing could have prepared me, nor any artist's rendition. As grave as the Archdruid Halsin's warnings were, they were still lacking compared to the reality. I shall make camp soon, and press on in the morning... though in truth, such terms have little meaning in this place.
A dreadful night. The campfire needed thrice the wood that would normally be needed in order to keep it burning. Terrible sounds came to my ears from beyond the firelight. Rest has not restored me. If anything, I feel weaker. But I must persevere. I must trust in Silvanus. I must venture deeper.
Creatures, from the darkness. Foul things. One grazed me. Only my torch saved me.
Deep darkness. Flames are instantly doused. The wound stings. Flesh is turning black with corruption. The shadows are growing stronger. They are spreading. I need to return to light.
The wood will not burn. I can barely see the page. I am surrounded.