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| quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink. | | quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink. | ||
| book author = Infernal Mason | | book author = Infernal Mason | ||
| book text = Never in all the years of my craft have I felt I was carving my own tomb. This armoured husk I once thought a man... He has trapped me here during the renovations. While he says I'm free to leave after the work is done... Ilmater, this Godsawful smell. I'm no fool. | | book text = Never in all the years of my craft have I felt I was carving my own tomb. This armoured husk I once thought a man... He has trapped me here during the renovations. While he says I'm free to leave after the work is done... [[Ilmater]], this Godsawful smell. I'm no fool. | ||
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Revision as of 17:03, 15 October 2024
Mason's Journal is the personal notebook of the mason, likely the Infernal Mason, who designed the structure of the Murder Tribunal.
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This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
Properties
Author: Infernal Mason
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp
UID
BOOK_LOW_MurderTribunal_TribunalMasonsJournalUUID
6c48a766-c553-40f8-ba94-1f7db9a0debc
Where to find
In a Wooden Chest just outside the prisons in the Murder Tribunal.
Text
Never in all the years of my craft have I felt I was carving my own tomb. This armoured husk I once thought a man... He has trapped me here during the renovations. While he says I'm free to leave after the work is done... Ilmater, this Godsawful smell. I'm no fool.