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| When updating existing book/note pages to the new <code>| book spoiler</code> parameter, remove the "yes" as well in most cases. Spoilers on books should be sparse. See [[Template_talk:MiscItemPage]] for more information. [[User:Addela|Addela]] ([[User talk:Addela|talk]]) 07:48, 6 December 2023 (CET) | | When updating existing book/note pages to the new <code>| book spoiler</code> parameter, remove the "yes" as well in most cases. Spoilers on books should be sparse. See [[Template_talk:MiscItemPage]] for more information. [[User:Addela|Addela]] ([[User talk:Addela|talk]]) 07:48, 6 December 2023 (CET) |
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| == book missing: Art Appraisal ==
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| [Art Appraisal by Gonner Maude begins with this:]
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| My mother took me aside one morning and told me my
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| father had gone crazy. I was seven at the time. In her
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| defense she was pretty gentle about it. 'Your Dad's
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| okay. He's just gone crazy is all.' When I asked her if
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| crazy meant he'd locked himself in his study again to
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| paint for three days, she told me no, he'd attacked her
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| with a sharpened paintbrush. She said it just like that.
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| Matter of fact. No tears in sight.
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| They had been married six years, tying the knot one
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| year after Mum pushed me out between her legs in a
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| garden shed in the boonies outside Waterdeep.
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| Art is a funny thing.
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| Mitcher and Webson tell us in their excellent
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| breakdown of the craft that good art replicates life
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| whilst great art overcomes life. That morning, at seven
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| years old with unlaced shoes and a friction burn on my
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| butt from scooting too fast across the floor, I learned
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| the truth of that, and its corollary: that while
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| overcoming that strange thing called life, great art can
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| gobble it up just as easily
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| This book can be found in Jannath's mansion when the artist wasn't rescued in act 1
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| == Book missing: Secrets of the Talis ==
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| Found in Jannath's estate, it reads:
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| The best way to begin to interpret your talis deck is by getting to know it as you would a person - one exceptionally long-lived and wise. The more time you spend in close observation of your deck, the more its arcana will philter in and and out you like air.
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| it's not for the deck to reveal itself for you; it's for you to reveal to yourself through the powerful symbols and ancient wisdom portrayed in these seventy-eight cards.
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| == Missing book: The Book of Suitors ==
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| Found in Jannath's estate, it reads:
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| [Within this plain diary are glued letters from suitors seeking Jannath's affection]
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| Madam,
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| Please, you mustn't leave me in suspense. Tell me you'll be mine, or tell me all is lost. One or the other, or I'll not sleep another tenday.
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| Jonah.
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| Milady,
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| I was dreadfully sorry to hear about your husband's demise and hoped you'd come calling sometime this tenday that I might convey my condolences to you in person. I've just received a lovely shipment of red from the south and thought it might be some consolation to you.
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| Lord Haventh
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| Dearest Madame,
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| Might I come visit you on the morrow and pay my respects to your great house? It's been so long since I've had the privilege to sup tea at your side.
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| Horatius
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| == Missing book: When Love Fumbles ==
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| Found in Jannath's room, it reads:
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| [The book falls open to a page in the middle of this spine-broken print.]
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| == Missing book: Masters of the Painterly Arts ==
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| Found in Jannath's estate, it reads:
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| [A catalogue of great painters, historically and contemporary. The spine is bent in a particular spot, and the book opens on the following page.]
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| OSKAR FEVRAS
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| Fevras may be best known for the calibre of his clientele, but should really be commended for his attention to detail.
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| Each portrait illustrating the oft-elusive Baldurian patriars is rendered with exquisite accuracy - the most minute of details from the curl of a smirk to the eye's knowing glints are present in his work. Though he has garnered the reputation of a flighty dilettante, he is a young master worthy of watching, to be sure.
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| == Missing book: The Easy Life ==
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| Found outside, north of Jannath's estate, near the river. It reads:
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| What to wear. What to say to your spouse. Who to befriend. Why are you working at your job? Why do you care about taxes, what to cook, read, pay for, sell, you know, bullshit? Why is there no end to the bullshit? I have a secret for you. There is, brothers and sisters. There. Most certainly. IS!
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| I used to be neck-deep in bullshit. A shit buffet - an excrement parade - a crapstorm of meaninglessness. All those, you know, those little fucking decisions we have to make that aren't really there. That are basically devoid of purpose. In a shared community of thought and goal like, say, a cult (dirty word, I don't like it, but I had that decided FOR me, brothers and sisters), every day is new and exciting with none of the choices mildewing in your noggin.
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| People say cults are about conformity. I say they break it. I say they snap conformity's rotten, scrawny neck.
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