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| description = '''Hoof-Trodden Diary''' is written by someone who is haunted by a hag. Despite its name and text, the image of this diary is written on a sheet of paper.
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| quote = A thick, battered journal. Bite marks dot one corner.
| book author = Mayrina
| book text = [This page starts off written in an elegant cursive but soon devolves into a scrawling mess.]
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I dreamed of Ethel again. She laughed, mouth full of my guts as she ripped my baby from my stomach with her teeth. I screamed, and so did the babe, but then it changed into a doll - a horrible looking thing. I woke up freezing cold but burning hot. Will I ever escape that goddamn witch?
I dreamed of Ethel again. She laughed, mouth full of my guts as she ripped my baby from my stomach with her teeth. I screamed, and so did the babe, but then it changed into a doll - a horrible looking thing. I woke up freezing cold but burning hot. Will I ever escape that goddamn witch?




I saw the doll again, but it was no dream. Kled was telling me about a nice cloud he saw outside, when I spotted it over his shoulder - staring at me. I screamed, and poor Kled started screaming too, so I lied and said I saw a mouse. I think I just need to sleep.
I saw the doll again, but it was no dream. Kled was telling me about a nice cloud he saw outside, when I spotted it over his shoulder - staring at me. I screamed, and poor Kled started screaming too, so I lied and said I saw a mouse. I think I just need to sleep.




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Latest revision as of 17:49, 5 September 2024

Hoof-Trodden Diary image

Hoof-Trodden Diary is written by someone who is haunted by a hag. Despite its name and text, the image of this diary is written on a sheet of paper.

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A thick, battered journal. Bite marks dot one corner.

Properties

  • Notes
  • Author: Mayrina Mayrina
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: .05 kg / 0.1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp
  • UID S_LOW_HagSurvivors_MayrinasNote
    UUID 95c84ab5-1eed-4c0f-950a-89b8862d229c


Where to find

Text

[This page starts off written in an elegant cursive but soon devolves into a scrawling mess.]

I dreamed of Ethel again. She laughed, mouth full of my guts as she ripped my baby from my stomach with her teeth. I screamed, and so did the babe, but then it changed into a doll - a horrible looking thing. I woke up freezing cold but burning hot. Will I ever escape that goddamn witch?


I saw the doll again, but it was no dream. Kled was telling me about a nice cloud he saw outside, when I spotted it over his shoulder - staring at me. I screamed, and poor Kled started screaming too, so I lied and said I saw a mouse. I think I just need to sleep.


The doll, it's everywhere. I tried to warn the others, but I can't speak. Can't walk. My fingers stiffen as I write. Adrienne, get -

[The page ends in a bizarre off-kilter scrawl.]