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| name = Reflections of a Gullible Prick
| name = Reflections of a Gullible Prick
| image = Book GenericOrange.png
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| description = A common [[books|book]], detailing the journey of a refugee to Baldur's Gate.
| description = A common [[books|book]], detailing the journey of a refugee to Baldur's Gate.
| quote = An agoraphobic and cantankerous refugee's journal.
| quote = An agoraphobic and cantankerous refugee's journal.
| book text = [This stained tome records a long and arduous journey.]<br>
| book text = [This stained tome records a long and arduous journey.]


I hoofed it to Baldur's Gate based on a gods-damned promise. 'They'll welcome you with open arms', my cousin said. 'Everyone has a home in the Gate!'<br>
Seventeen days I marched. Seventeen days of their whining toddlers and their piss-reek. Seventeen days of howling wolves, huddling around sickly fires, and STILL that stench.<br>


Of course they didn't let us through to the city when we showed up. Shoved us into a camp teeming with snivelers and sneerers. Had it with them, their sob stories, the entire gall of their PRESENCE. If I've got to be stuck outside the city, I'll make home in a chicken coop. Smells better than those shit-stained whelps called my cousins, at least.<br>
I hoofed it to Baldur's Gate based on a gods-damned promise. 'They'll welcome you with open arms', my cousins said. 'Everyone has a home in the Gate!' Seventeen days I marched. Seventeen days of their whining toddlers and their piss-reek. Seventeen days of howling wolves, huddling around sickly fires, and STILL that stench.


[The rest of the text continues in a similarly aggrieved fashion.]
 
| where to find = * In [[Rivington]], up the hill behind the [[Sword Coast Couriers]] building, laying on a bedroll next to a chicken coop.
Of course they didn't let us through to the city when we showed up. Shoved us into a camp teeming with snivelers and sneerers. Had it with them, their sob stories, the entire gall of their PRESENCE. If I've got to be stuck outside the city, I'll make home in a chicken coop. Smells better than those shit-stained whelps called my cousins, at least.
 
 
[The rest of the text continues in a similarly aggrieved fashion.]  
| where to find = * In [[Rivington]], up the hill behind the [[Sword Coast Couriers]] building, laying on a bedroll next to a chicken coop {{Coords|70|16}}.
| type = Books
| type = Books
| rarity = common
| rarity = common

Latest revision as of 09:00, 4 September 2024

Reflections of a Gullible Prick image

A common book, detailing the journey of a refugee to Baldur's Gate.

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An agoraphobic and cantankerous refugee's journal.

Properties

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


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Text

[This stained tome records a long and arduous journey.]


I hoofed it to Baldur's Gate based on a gods-damned promise. 'They'll welcome you with open arms', my cousins said. 'Everyone has a home in the Gate!' Seventeen days I marched. Seventeen days of their whining toddlers and their piss-reek. Seventeen days of howling wolves, huddling around sickly fires, and STILL that stench.


Of course they didn't let us through to the city when we showed up. Shoved us into a camp teeming with snivelers and sneerers. Had it with them, their sob stories, the entire gall of their PRESENCE. If I've got to be stuck outside the city, I'll make home in a chicken coop. Smells better than those shit-stained whelps called my cousins, at least.


[The rest of the text continues in a similarly aggrieved fashion.]