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| description = A hastily written note found in the [[Morphic Pool]]. | | description = A hastily written note found in the [[Morphic Pool]]. | ||
| quote = This parchment is crumpled with large indents on the edges as if it was gripped with an unsteady hand. | | quote = This parchment is crumpled with large indents on the edges as if it was gripped with an unsteady hand. | ||
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| book text = I'm sorry, Listelias. I held them off as long as I could. That thing, it's been digging into my mind like a burning wick melting a candle, its voice cuts through my eardrums and into my spine. The others... what was done to them, I can't face it. | | book text = I'm sorry, Listelias. I held them off as long as I could. That thing, it's been digging into my mind like a burning wick melting a candle, its voice cuts through my eardrums and into my spine. The others... what was done to them, I can't face it. | ||
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Revision as of 08:12, 31 December 2023
A hastily written note found in the Morphic Pool.
This parchment is crumpled with large indents on the edges as if it was gripped with an unsteady hand.
Properties
Notes
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.1 kg / 0.2 lb
Price: 14 gp
Where to find
In a Rustic Chest in Morphic Pool X: -889 Y: 3817.
Text
I'm sorry, Listelias. I held them off as long as I could. That thing, it's been digging into my mind like a burning wick melting a candle, its voice cuts through my eardrums and into my spine. The others... what was done to them, I can't face it.
You fought so hard to chisel our place into Baldur's Gate, please forgive me for not being as strong. Get out of here, for me.
Droralias