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Revision as of 22:33, 17 June 2024
Lo! A Most Joyous Sensation! is a field report written by Bentan the Devout to Sormal of Open Hand Temple.
This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
Properties
Books
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp
Where to find
- Open Hand Temple X: -44 Y: 8
Text
For the Eyes of Father Sormal of the Open Hand Temple ONLY
Field Report - Bentan the Devout - Marpenoth 12 - 1368DR
Today, a roughshod group of adventuring sorts happened upon my little patch of Firewine Bridge, so I naturally espoused the benefits of our shattered saint unto them. Can you conceive of what they said to me, Archsuffer? After I had warned them of the evils of the most perverted of magics, this group of degenerates claimed to house sorcerers. Sorcerers! They would not heed my warnings about this degenerate magic, nor would they cast off all earthly belongings and join our flock! The feeling in the pit of my stomach as they cast pitying eyes across my pathetic form... What exquisite, holy suffering.