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| quote = A plain, unadorned note. | |||
| book author = Strangler Luke | |||
| book text = [This sweat-blotted letter looks unfinished, perhaps even unsent.] | | book text = [This sweat-blotted letter looks unfinished, perhaps even unsent.] | ||
To my fellow blood-bretheren, | To my fellow blood-bretheren, | ||
If you are reading this missive, know that you number among my most trusted confidants. Also know that if you betray my trust, my hands will grip your throat with the steadfast embrace of long-parted lovers. So. Yes. Of late, my friends, I have felt a <i>calling</i> when my fingers meet each other around a windpipe. As if there is a voice whispering sweet nonsense into my ear as I tear the breath from my quarry's lungs. I think I am <i>chosen</i> by our lord of Murder. | If you are reading this missive, know that you number among my most trusted confidants. Also know that if you betray my trust, my hands will grip your throat with the steadfast embrace of long-parted lovers. So. Yes. Of late, my friends, I have felt a <i>calling</i> when my fingers meet each other around a windpipe. As if there is a voice whispering sweet nonsense into my ear as I tear the breath from my quarry's lungs. I think I am <i>chosen</i> by our lord of Murder. | ||
Perhaps even related. Yes, my bretheren - I will stake my claim on a legacy of murder, a throne of blood. I will challenge Lady Orin to her birthright, and if my grip stops her gasps before she flays my skin from bone - I will become Strangler Luke: Son of Bhaal. <i>(note to self: come up with catchier title before sending, that one's rubbish)</i> | Perhaps even related. Yes, my bretheren - I will stake my claim on a legacy of murder, a throne of blood. I will challenge Lady Orin to her birthright, and if my grip stops her gasps before she flays my skin from bone - I will become Strangler Luke: Son of Bhaal. <i>(note to self: come up with catchier title before sending, that one's rubbish)</i> | ||
| type = | | uid = S_LOW_BhaalApproach_BraggingNote | ||
| uuid = 656de8a9-aadc-4935-8b7d-c1695fed6f02 | |||
| type = Notes | |||
| camp supplies = | | camp supplies = | ||
| single use = | | single use = | ||
| rarity = | | notes = * This item can be revealed on the ground with a [[Perception]] check (DC: 10) | ||
| weight kg = 0. | | rarity = common | ||
| weight kg = 0.05 | |||
| weight lb = 0.1 | | weight lb = 0.1 | ||
| price = 14 | | price = 14 | ||
| usage cost = | | usage cost = | ||
| effect = | | effect = | ||
| where to find = | | where to find = On the ground in the [[Undercity Ruins]], near the start of the passage past the [[Farslayer of Bhaal Ghislev|Farslayer Trial]], at {{Coords|-103|1028}} | ||
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Revision as of 22:49, 11 September 2024
A plain, unadorned note.
Properties
Notes
Author: Strangler Luke
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.05 kg / 0.1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
UID
S_LOW_BhaalApproach_BraggingNoteUUID
656de8a9-aadc-4935-8b7d-c1695fed6f02
Where to find
On the ground in the Undercity Ruins, near the start of the passage past the Farslayer Trial, at X: -103 Y: 1028
Text
[This sweat-blotted letter looks unfinished, perhaps even unsent.]
To my fellow blood-bretheren,
If you are reading this missive, know that you number among my most trusted confidants. Also know that if you betray my trust, my hands will grip your throat with the steadfast embrace of long-parted lovers. So. Yes. Of late, my friends, I have felt a calling when my fingers meet each other around a windpipe. As if there is a voice whispering sweet nonsense into my ear as I tear the breath from my quarry's lungs. I think I am chosen by our lord of Murder.
Perhaps even related. Yes, my bretheren - I will stake my claim on a legacy of murder, a throne of blood. I will challenge Lady Orin to her birthright, and if my grip stops her gasps before she flays my skin from bone - I will become Strangler Luke: Son of Bhaal. (note to self: come up with catchier title before sending, that one's rubbish)
Notes
- This item can be revealed on the ground with a Perception check (DC: 10)