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| book text = I remember our life as country surgeons back in Nashkel—we only ever wanted to be the best. To learn how to staunch any mortal wound. How did we get here? <br/> | | book text = I remember our life as country surgeons back in Nashkel—we only ever wanted to be the best. To learn how to staunch any mortal wound. How did we get here? <br/> | ||
Kressa hasn't been herself since her pet True Soul was shipped out on that Nautiloid. I haven't been able to so much as touch her, I find myself growing green at the thought. My own wife revolts me with those experiments. Not really my wife any longer. <br/> | Kressa hasn't been herself since her pet [[True Soul]] was shipped out on that Nautiloid. I haven't been able to so much as touch her, I find myself growing green at the thought. My own wife revolts me with those experiments. Not really my wife any longer. <br/> | ||
I thought that getting that favourite creature dispatched would bring her back to herself, but she pines for that damned feral corpse with aching need. If she finds out I ratted out to Balthazar that she was keeping it, and got it sent away, she might kill me. | I thought that getting that [[The Dark Urge|favourite creature]] dispatched would bring her back to herself, but she pines for that damned feral corpse with aching need. If she finds out I ratted out to Balthazar that she was keeping it, and got it sent away, she might kill me. | ||
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Revision as of 13:14, 6 April 2024
Journal of Magthew Budj reveals Maghtew's frustrations with his partner Kressa.
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
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Text
I remember our life as country surgeons back in Nashkel—we only ever wanted to be the best. To learn how to staunch any mortal wound. How did we get here?
Kressa hasn't been herself since her pet True Soul was shipped out on that Nautiloid. I haven't been able to so much as touch her, I find myself growing green at the thought. My own wife revolts me with those experiments. Not really my wife any longer.
I thought that getting that favourite creature dispatched would bring her back to herself, but she pines for that damned feral corpse with aching need. If she finds out I ratted out to Balthazar that she was keeping it, and got it sent away, she might kill me.
Notes
- Although the name on the journal is spelled Magthew, the character's name is spelled as Maghtew.