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A battered journal, its pages largely blank.

Properties

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


Where to find

Next to a skeleton in the Underdark X: 166 Y: -198 near the approach to the Selunite Outpost.

Text

It always felt vainglorious, to think my deeds worthy of a personal journal. But as I watch the drow mass outside our gate, I realise my arrogance is already of a far costlier sort. I see no harm in tipping the scales a little further.

Not for me, but for those who followed me down into the dark. They deserve to be remembered.


- Initiate Norn Remys, lost in the deep tunnels as we fell back from the drow.


- Initiate Thulk of the Northern Wastes, grazed by an arrow and succumbed to poison.


- Initiate Bree Brekka, who stood against a drider with only her mason's hammer.


And Initiates they are, the entire company - for they have seen and suffered too much to be called novices.


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We've collapsed the tunnel behind, and have made ready to open the gate. Perhaps we can carve a path through.


And if not, I enclose a list of names - let the annals show that whatever their end, the cause was the same: one High Initiate Jarrus wished to stamp his name in the history of his Church. He sought to forge a path through the darkness, not realising there are some places the light was never meant to touch.


He was a fool.