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| description = '''Divine Rapture of Ilmater''' describes the death of an avatar of [[Ilmater]]. The Broken God carried a follower of [[Bhaal]], God of Murder, into the Sea of Fallen Stars, leaving behind only an iron helm that washed ashore. | | description = '''Divine Rapture of Ilmater''' describes the death of an avatar of [[Ilmater]]. The Broken God carried a follower of [[Bhaal]], God of Murder, into the Sea of Fallen Stars, leaving behind only an iron helm that washed ashore. | ||
Latest revision as of 23:43, 17 June 2024
Divine Rapture of Ilmater describes the death of an avatar of Ilmater. The Broken God carried a follower of Bhaal, God of Murder, into the Sea of Fallen Stars, leaving behind only an iron helm that washed ashore.
A religious text detailing the trials of the Broken God.
Properties
Books
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp
Where to find
- Open Hand Temple X: -95 Y: 3
Text
[The faded text and battered parchment of this Ixinan manuscript date back to 4th century DR.]
And lo, he walked among us! But a for brief and brilliant moment, the Crying God wept upon our earth with the tears of a most fortunate faithful. He took the cur of Gehenna, this most defiled creature of Murder, and held it in His immutable embrace. In His most perfect knowing he walked with it into the Sea of Fallen Stars - the cur clawed and screamed and ripped and tore, but he brooked no quarter. And when the sea ran red with the blood of the Divine, the wailing and gnashing ceased. The creature was dead. No trace of His commanded faithful remained, save for a humble iron helm, which washed ashore with nary a scratch or sea-rust about it.