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Revision as of 02:04, 9 October 2023
The Diary of Ketheric Thorm, Vol 1 is a common Book. It is the first of three diaries written by Ketheric Thorm.
Properties
Books
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp
Where to find
On the floor behind the sarcophagus in the central chamber of the Grand Mausoleum. X: -280 Y: -872
Text
[A journal spanning years, beginning with the birth of a child and ending with what appears to be a series of dateless tragedies.]
How can she be gone? Where did she go? The Moonmaiden cannot be so unfeeling - so cruel. Not toward her most devoted servant. Not after Melodia.
It makes no sense. It makes no sense. I won't survive it. That much I know.
Forgetting is the only possibility. The embrace of oblivion. The reprieve of nothingness. It would not be possible for a man to survive knowing what he knows. Knowing what can be lost. Shar understands that. Hers is the only mercy I can comprehend. My mind is full of holes - yet not enough.
The emptiness.
The time.
The nothingness.
And still I remember. Still I remember it all.
There is no mercy in this beating heart.
There is no mercy in life at all.