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| description = '''Hairy Henry's Journal''' reveals [[Hairy Henry|Henry's]] descent into madness.
| description = '''Hairy Henry's Journal''' reveals [[Hairy Henry|Hairy Henry's]] descent into madness.
| quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.  
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| book author = Hairy Henry
| book text = These slick innards, these fluid chambers. How long have we been here, making thralls? I don't want to any longer... Myrkul is drowned out in my head by my own spiral fears. The Bone Lord doesn't want a coward. None of this looks real. I am in a kraken belly. I am turned inside-upside. I am dead. Myrkul's Gray Waste always sounded peaceful. Not like this
| book text = These slick innards, these fluid chambers. How long have we been here, making thralls? I don't want to any longer... Myrkul is drowned out in my head by my own spiral fears. The Bone Lord doesn't want a coward. None of this looks real. I am in a kraken belly. I am turned inside-upside. I am dead. Myrkul's Gray Waste always sounded peaceful. Not like this
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Latest revision as of 23:49, 23 September 2024

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Hairy Henry's Journal reveals Hairy Henry's descent into madness.

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

Properties

  • Books
  • Author: Hairy Henry Hairy Henry
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp


Where to find

  • On a desk in Henry's room in the south-western part of the Barracks X: 712 Y: 4

Text

These slick innards, these fluid chambers. How long have we been here, making thralls? I don't want to any longer... Myrkul is drowned out in my head by my own spiral fears. The Bone Lord doesn't want a coward. None of this looks real. I am in a kraken belly. I am turned inside-upside. I am dead. Myrkul's Gray Waste always sounded peaceful. Not like this