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| description = This worn, leather-bound journal smells of moisture and rotting vegetation. Only a few loose pages are legible, blood having soaked through the others. | | description = A diary describing the death of the author as they explore [[Chult]]. | ||
| quote = This worn, leather-bound journal smells of moisture and rotting vegetation. Only a few loose pages are legible, blood having soaked through the others. | |||
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| book text = [...] We've followed Musharib's instructions so far, but something feels odd. We've encountered no creatures along the way. Only alien noises from all directions. Sleep evades us, and the muck on my boots has hardened into a permanent feature. Hopefully, we find [...] | | book text = [...] We've followed Musharib's instructions so far, but something feels odd. We've encountered no creatures along the way. Only alien noises from all directions. Sleep evades us, and the muck on my boots has hardened into a permanent feature. Hopefully, we find [...] | ||
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| weight kg = 0.5 | | weight kg = 0.5 | ||
| weight lb = 0 | | weight lb = 1.0 | ||
| price = 14 | | price = 14 | ||
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| where to find = | | where to find = In the harpy's nest at {{Coords|327|492|Secluded Cove}}. | ||
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Revision as of 21:05, 18 September 2023
A diary describing the death of the author as they explore Chult.
Properties
Books
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp
Where to find
In the harpy's nest at Secluded CoveX: 327 Y: 492.
Text
[...] We've followed Musharib's instructions so far, but something feels odd. We've encountered no creatures along the way. Only alien noises from all directions. Sleep evades us, and the muck on my boots has hardened into a permanent feature. Hopefully, we find [...]
[...] Lost more hair this morning. I knew there were side effects to coming back, but I didn't expect it to be so [...]
[...] -erak. I hear him laughing, the lamentations of the Omuans droning like a chorus. What is the purpose of this hellhole? He speaks through the walls, the ceiling, the floor. Is he the tomb? Is he [...]
[On the last legible page is a crudely drawn charcoal outline of a Bearded Devil's face, its mouth agape in a silent scream.]